For: SagaDevotee
Prompt: Something sexy/sweet from Charlie & Alice (Springeresque)
Pairing - Charlie/Alice
"Grandpa!" Micky shouted at the same time Peter bellowed, "Daddy!"
Charlie sighed. "I'm too old for this shit he said and snickered at his own, literally crappy joke as he wiped Mei, his youngest granddaughter, clean. "I'll be right there. Don't kill each other," he shouted over his shoulder.
He turned his attention back to four-month-old Mei who gurgled happily and kicked at him. "Tell you what, Mei. Right now, you're my favorite." He snapped her onsie back in place and lifted her to his chest. "Don't tell the monsters."
A minute later, he was settling an argument between four-year-olds. An hour after that, all three children were miraculously conked out and two minutes later, their father/grandfather/uncle was passed out on the couch right along with them. Which is how his wife found him twenty minutes later when she came home.
He was still groggy by the time his daughter came over to pick up her girls. It was still such a gratifying, somewhat mystifying sight to Charlie-to see his little girl grown with little girls of her own.
"Sister, Sister!" Peter tugged at Bella's arm, wanting his own hug.
She laughed, setting Mei down again on her play mat so she could lift her little brother up into her arms.
Speaking of mystifying sights, there was another shocker he couldn't quite wrap his head around. All his friends had grown children like him. He was the only one who also had a small child too. Fourteen more years until his nest was possibly empty, and he'd still have grandchildren to fill it often.
Weird.
By the time Bella and the girls left, it was evening. Peter required a little bit of Daddy/son playtime, a bath, and then bed.
Finally, Charlie plopped himself down in his recliner, spent. Coming to sit across from him, Alice laughed. "You have to have more stamina than that, Swan."
Charlie opened one eye to look at her, his smile more wry than amused. "You married an old, old man, sweetheart." Today he felt every inch of his age.
She snorted and came to sit on the arm of his chair, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You need me to kiss it better, baby?" she asked, her voice lilting.
Despite his exhaustion, at the husky sound of her voice, Charlie stirred. He splayed his hand against the small of her back and tilted his head up. "Mmhmm."
Smiling, Alice leaned down and kissed his forehead. She was slow as she peppered kisses around his face. The tip of his nose. His eyes. His cheeks. Everywhere but where he wanted her most. When she finally did kiss his lips, it was with the barest brush of a kiss. "There," she said, straightening. "All better."
He gave a little growl. "Woman, are you trying to tease me?"
Her expression was the picture of innocence. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Charlie. You were about five seconds from passing out just a minute ago."
Getting a hold of her waist, he pulled her onto his lap, cutting off her yelp of surprise with a passionate kiss. "I think I got my second wind," he rumbled against her lips.
Her return smile was triumphant. "I guess you're not so useless after all, old man."
