I didn't actually plan to continue this, but the idea was too tempting, and I thought I'd post it up before I went on holiday. Please Review and let me know what you think, because I'm thinking of doing other gap fillers through the movie as well if this one does OK.
Sam
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The following morning, Charlie awoke feeling slightly groggy from lack of sleep. He hadn't fallen asleep until the early hours of the morning, and it was only when he felt movement beside him that he remembered why. Looking down beside him, he found himself holding Stella as one would their wife. Her head was rested on his chest, which was still covered by his black t-shirt, and above the covers, their hands were entwined. He vaugely remembered getting under the covers himself when she had complained, half asleep, that she was cold, which had taken away the barrier in between them. His hand which had before been resting on her hip had fallen down and was laying on her stomach, and as she moved a little in her sleep, her bare skin which was revealed from beneath her t-shirt rubbed against the palm of his hand.

Charlie sighed. He never thought he would be this close to her again. They had been in a relationship together a few years ago, but after a few months, Stella didn't like that she never saw him because he was always off around the world getting into trouble, usually with her father, so they broke up. Now, though, he was holding her in his arms as if nothing had really changed between them. He smiled at the thought, noticing how her blonde hair was barely ruffled at all from the nights sleep, and was spread out behind her over the top of his arm. He definately hadn't been lying to her last night; she was beautiful.

A thought struck him, she was upset last night, which is why he had stayed with her, but what would her reaction be when she woke up, finding herself this close to him? He knew it would be awkward to stay, and face the situation, but did he dare to see what would happen if he slipped out of the bed, out of the room now? If you go, you'll start worrying again, and she'll probably be angry with you, but if you stay, you'll get to lay like this a bit longer. That thought won him over, and he decided to face whatever she decided when she woke up.

While she slept on, he wondered how big a hangover the other guys had right now. Handsome, he knew, could handle his drink, but Lyle, well, he was screwed. He was probably lying in his bed thinking he was dying. Left-ear was probably suffering a bit as well, but Charlie had a sneaky suspicion that a bald headed man was winding them up about it.

Wondering what the time was, he leaned his head forward a little so he could see his watch on the hand that Stella was holding tightly. 8.49. He raised his eyebrows, he was meant to be meeting the guys outside at 9 to go to the warehouse. I can't move until she wakes up, Charlie thought, but if neither of us are there the guys are gonna have a field day. He knew exactly what would be going through their heads, especially as he hadn't seen them that morning as well. All three of them had seen them together the previous night, well, if they could remember it. He hated to think what they suspected.

It was only a few minutes later that she woke up though, he felt her stirring in his arms, trying to curl tighter into a ball, or tighter to him, he couldn't figure out which, though he expected it was the first option. He watched as her eyelids flitted open, revealing the groggy blue eyes that had been hidden beneath them, and followed her eyeline to where she was gazing at their clasped hands. He didn't move, wondering what was going through her mind. She lifted her head from his chest, rising her free hand up to wipe the sleep from her eyes and finger-comb her hair, before letting out a yawn from still being half asleep and resting her head on Charlie again, this time on his shoulder. She looking up at his brown eyes, which had followed her every movement from the second she awoke.

"Hey," He said in a whisper, not needing to raise his voice to any more than that.

"Hey." She replied, her voice thick with sleep, but still reasonably quiet.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, and she registered his hand on her stomach. She felt a strange sensation brewing beneath where his hand lay. Probably the beginning of her hangover. She had drunk a lot at the resturant, and at the hotel room before Charlie had come upstairs. Judging from her stomach, she was beginning to regret it, but at the time there had been no other way to block out what she had done by sitting wtih Steve and pretended to be charming, pretended she was interested in him. Him, the man who had killed her father.

"How you doing?" Charlie asked her, unsure of what else to say. He hoped that being with her had helped, even if it was just a smal amount.

How was she doing? For the first time since he had showed up in her office, she had been able to sleep properly, and she hoped it was because of him rather than the drink.

"Without the hangover, I'd be all right." She said with a small laugh. Charlie laughed along with her. "Thank you." She added with a small smile.

"Hey, don't worry about it." He said with his grin.

"No, really, thank you, Charlie." She protested.

"Just helping a friend." He explained, though even though she kept her smiling composure, he could have sworn he saw the disappointment in her eyes. Changing the subject, he laughed again. "I'll warn you, we are about to be the subject of many jokes and rumours." He prepared her for the undoubtful barraige of comments.

"Why?" She asked, half spaced out as she tried to wake up properly.

"Because the guys came in here after you fell asleep last night, and saw us like this, and we were meant to meet them outside five minutes ago." He explained.

"Five minutes ago?" She asked. "What time is it?"

"Just gone nine." He told her.

She sat up relucatantly. "Come on then." She said with a laugh.

Charlie laughed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back down to him. "No, I'd rather stay here." He said.

"Well then," She teased, "You can stay here on your own, because I've been the centre of Handsome's teasing before, and I don't intend to be there again." She tried to fight against him, and it ended up becoming a play fight that caused enough sound through laughing - mainly Stella's - that they barely heard the knock on the door.

They stopped at a rather awkward time when the knock sounded, and realised how much noise they had been making. In fact, it would be hard to find a more awkward time than this. It looked like they were about to do exactly what the guys thought they were going to do last night. Speaking of the guys...

"Yeah?" Stella answered, half giggling as she tried to stop them both from falling off the edge of the bed, where they were balanced.

"Are you two going to come out of there today, or shall I go back to the bar?"

Handsome Rob's call was answered with a thud that, from the other side of the door, caused him to raise an eyebrow, but on the inside of the room had been caused by Charlie falling off the side of the bed and landing on the floor.

"Five minutes." Stella called back before exploding into laughter at Charlie's shocked expression when he had fallen on the floor.

"You think it's funny?" He asked her, laughing himself. He didn't get an answer from her because she was laughing so hard, but she vaugely nodded in reply. "Alright then." He leaned up and grabbed her around the waist, ignoring her squeals of protest, and dragged her down to the floor with him. She landed straight in his lap, but he rolled over before she could get ahold of herself, pinning her to the floor with one arm beside her head and the other beside her arm. "Not laughing now, are we?" He teased.

Stella looked sharply over his shoulder in the direction of the door, and widened her eyes in shock and looked generally appauled. "Rob!" She called out, "What the hell, get out!" This caused Charlie to look around in similar shock, but it was all a trick, and whilst he was momentarilty distracted, Stella took it upon herself flip him over and pin him down by sitting on his chest. "Get out of this one, Charlie." She challanged, pinning his hands either side of him.

"That's not fair." He pointed out. "You had the use of your hands."

"Don't talk fair with me, Croker." She said daringly. "Or is that a surrender?"

He raised an eyebrow to match her mocking brow. "Is it ever!" He tugged his leg from beneath her so quickly that even though he didn't manage to free his leg, it caught her off balance, and he flipped them round again until she was underneath again. "Give it up, Stella." He told her. "You can't win this." God she's beautiful. He suddenly realised that he was pinning her to the ground, in a very compromising position.

"Oh can't I?" She challanged, trying to get her hands free from his, but he wasn't loosening his grip at all. She thought desperately for another way out of this, and, after finding her way, she had to play it cool first. "You know Charlie, sooner or later, you're going to give this little game up." She told him.

"Not until you do." He informed her. Her eyes, they're so bright...

"The guys are waiting for you." She reminded him. Of all the men in the world...

"They're waiting for both of us." He told her. If only she knew...

"They'll come back looking for us" She told them. If only he knew...

"Let them come." He said cooly. Their faces were inches apart, but she lifted her head a little so she could whisper. Do it, Charlie, you want to...

"Charlie, my knee is in a very interesting place at the moment." She said daringly. "One slip, and I can make it impossible for you to ever reproduce." He's very close...

Looking down, Charlie saw that her knee was bent slightly, and positioned directly between his legs. Grinning he returned his gaze to her, where she was seemingly daring him not to move. She wouldn't...?

"Naw, you won't do that." He said confidently.

She cocked her head to the side a little. "Oh, won't I?" Will I?

"No, because I'm going to do this."

Without wasting another second, he leaned down, filling the gap between them. Before Stella realised what was happening, she felt his lips on her own, very gentle, but filled with passion. Everything that they had wanted to say was in their kiss. She accepted his kiss, his tongue soon tracing alone her bottom lip, bringing it into his mouth. She let her tongue slip into his mouth, touching his tongue and then drawing it into her own mouth. After what seemed like an age, they both pulled back, breathing heavily. Opening their eyes, the pools of chocolate brown met cerulean blue, and neither could look away.

Charlie could still feel her lips on his, as if they hadn't really pulled away. He had missed her kisses, her touch, everything about her. She hadn't fought him off, she had been as much a part of it as he had been. When he looked down at her, she wasn't looking away, she was looking straight at him, and there was something in his eyes that he recognised from long ago.

He had kissed her! She couldn't believe it. It had felt wonderful, and she had wanted him to do it...hadn't she? Suddenly she was more drawn to him than ever. Surely the guys wouldn't mind if they were a little late...No Stella, this is for your Dad...Dad would want me to be happy though, more than getting revenge for him...And are you? Are you happy?...Yeah...

She didn't know what to think at that moment other then that she was lying beneath Charlie still. Neither of them moved, either because they were too stunned to even think of moving, or because they simply didn't want to. Stella closed her eyes again for a moment, savouring the feeling of his lips against hers, and then opened them to find him smiling gently at her. Suddenly, everything else had vanished from her mind. She no longer felt her hangover; she didn't care about any of the other guys coming back to look for them; she didn't even care about Steve - all she cared about was being right where she was. Reaching her no longer pinned down hand up, she traced it from his cheek, through his hair, and down to the back of his neck, before pulling him down for another kiss.

This gave Charlie every bit of assurance he needed. Kissing her last night would have been taking advantage of her, but now she was every bit as willing as he was. There wasn't anything to stop them now, nothing at all -

"Oi! Are you two coming or what?"

Reluctantly but forcedly, Charlie pulled away from Stella rather quickly and yelled back. "We'll meet you there if you don't want to wait." Brilliant timing Handsome.

Stella laughed a little, and Charlie turned his head back to her. "I'll go get rid of him." She told him. Charlie sighed, and climbed to his feet, letting Stella get up off the ground, and he watched as she walked over to the door.

"Yes, Rob?" She asked, combing her fingers through her hair as she did so.

"We've got work to do, remember?" He said, peering over her shoulder at Charlie, who was sitting on the bed now.

"Yeah, I remember." She said, not making any move to leave the room. "I also remember the large amount I had to drink last night, and so does my stomach and my head, so please, give me a while?" She begged without enthusiasm.

"You a while, or you and Charlie a while?" He said playfully, leaning against the doorframe.

"Me and Charlie a while." She said with a smile. "Go on, we'll meet you there."

"Fine," Handsome Rob surrendered, "But you'd better bring food for lunch!"

"Whatever." Stella answered, shutting the door.

Wandering back across the room, she sat down on the edge of the bed beside Charlie, before laying back with a heavy sigh. Charlie lay back beside her, propping himself up with one arm. "Hangover that bad?" He asked.

"Not right now, but it will be if I have to watch Handsome eat again." She said playfully.

Charlie laughed. "That's mean." He said mockingly.

"Then don't laugh." She replied just as smoothly. "Anyway, where were we?"

"Well," Charlie said, looking back towards the door but downwards, "We were on the floor. I don't know about you, but this is a lot more comfortable."

She smiled, "I was the one on the floor not you." She reminded. "And you're right, this is definately more comfortable." She said, closing her eyes and sinking further into the mattress. She probably would have fallen back asleep if the feeling of fingertips gently moving along her jawline hadn't brought her back to the hotel room. Smiling contently, she didn't open her eyes, and soon Charlie was cupping her cheek while he kissed her again, this time, with no interruptions.

When they arrived at the warehouse two hours later, Charlie was wearing a confident smile that could have only come from one thing, and as much as they tried to hide it, it was obvious to all of the others what had happened earlier on. Stella forgot the food, to no suprise, but it was only a matter of minutes afterwards when they were distraced by Lyle telling them about the helicopter arriving at Steve's and the plane plans.

The date with the enemy was over - but the L.A Heist had just begun.