Charlie must have been makeing an effort to stay away from her after their last conversation, because he didn't show up at dinner. Usualy, he came to her shelter and brought her a plate, but not tonight. Tonight he was no where to be found. She was forced to go get dinner herself and eat it back at her shelter, alone with Aaron.
Once she'd finished feeding him and herself, she put Aaron in his crib and rocked him to sleep. She wondered just how long Charlie thought "later" was supose to be. Oh well. She couldn't blame him. The poor boy wasprobably just as nervous as she was. He was probably off asking everyone and their mother for advice.
After all, as conceided as Charlie acted some times, he didn't seem to have much faith in himself. By the time he got around to seeing her again he'dprobably be so full of advice from everyone on the island that he'd explode. Or emplode. One or the other. Either way, he was thinking about Claire. That thought was reasureing.
Claire smiled down at her baby, who feel asleep without any fuss, and crawled over to her blanket and pillow. She laid on her side, faceing the crib, and closed her eyes. Letting her mind wonder. Wonder about Charlie. Wonder where hewas and what he was doing. And most importantly, wonder why he wasn't with her.
She was so cought up in her wondering that she hadn't heard the foot steps approaching or the fact that someone had laid down beside her. That is until he laid his hand on her shoulder, gently catching her attention.
Claire's eyes flew open instinctively, and she rolled onto her back in confusion, comeing eye to eye with Charlie, who was leaning over her, stareing at her with his intense, deep blue eyes. The sight took her breath away. She'd barely gotten it back when he closed his eye and lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers. There it goes again.
Once the initial shock of his kiss passed, Claire was able to move. She moved her lips with his, makeing sure he didn't try to pull away. She let her hands wonder over his shoulders and run through his messy blonde hair. His hands were wondering, too. Wondering across her cheek, through her hair, down her neck, down her shoulder, down her arm, up her shirt, across her bare stomach. Claire let out gasp and leaned her head back against the pillow.
Their lips broke, leaving them both breathless. For a moment they just laid there, breathing, recovering. Slowly, a smile crept across Claire's face. Her heart was beating 20 miles per hour. She felt great. Exspecaly when he gave her the last little peck, then abruptly sat up.
"Where are you going?" Claire questioned in a dreamy wisper, feeling a little dizzy as she sat up. Charlie turned back to her and shoot her a cheeky grin. "Later, Claire" Was all he said in reply, before he shoved his hands in his pockets and traveld about a yard and a half away to the pile of blankets where he usualy slept.
"Later" She replied in a dazed delay, half wishing he would have stayed. Oh well. It was better to take it slow. She was just happy he showed up. Now she'd have something good to dream about. She fell back into the comforter and her pillow and curled up again, ready to go back to sleep. She laid there for about a minute before she opened her eyes, seeing Charlie through the bars.
He was laying flat on his back, without any blankets over his, shifting consistantly as he stared up at the stars. He looked so fidgity. She wasn't surprised. Charlie was always fidgety, but exspecaly when he was nervous. And wakeing a girl up in the middle of the night just to give her your first kiss must have been pretty nerve-wrecking for the poor boy.
She woundered if he'd be able to get any sleep tonight. With the way he tossed and turned, it didn't seem likely. This would be the fourth night he'd go without sleep because of her. Claire was not about to let that happen.
Claire balled up her blanket and tucked it under her arm, walking the short distance over to where charlie laid, and laid down beside him. He sat up, leaning back on his elbows, and watched in confusion as the she pulled her blanket around her and got herself situated. Without a word, she slid her arm under him and laid her head on his chest, letting the other hand fall flat beside her head, right over his heart, witch was raceing.
Claire closed her eyes and smiled, feeling him shift as he laid back down, carefull not to crush the arm that was under him as he did so. Slowly, he relaxed and wraped his arm around her, letting his chin rest ontop of her head. It was much later that they both feel asleep.