I disclaim again. I only own Charlie and those unknown.
I had a case of the Reecey cups (shameless plug for Immaculata and his amazing writing) and wasn't happy with the last chapter. Can't put my finger on it, I'm just not happy. I hope this one is better if not you'll see this note again at the beginning of the next chapter!
Thank you to everyone who's reading and reviewing, I appreciate your faith and loyalty to the story, it keeps me going!
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Chapter Twelve – Connections
She couldn't write anymore. All she could think about was Randy's return. Sure it was always hanging out there, but they kind of ignored it. Now it was days away and she wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to let go of him and share him with anyone personally or professionally. The tears threatened to spill over and she hid her face from him. Charlie remained in the back of the SUV and choked back the sobs brimming at the edge.
Randy knew the instant he told her about the return she was different despite the smiles she put forth to reassure him. He watched her in the rear view mirror and could tell she was on the verge of crying. The way she breathed, the way she gnawed on her thumb, the way she stared out the window and held her knees to her chest. Each time she took a deep breath it was ragged and he could see it. It was obvious to him because he felt the same way.
John and Maria knew something went down but kept quiet for now. He tried asking Randy about the phone call, but he was answered by silence. He would tell John when they were alone, he always did. Every once in awhile Maria would reach back and pat Charlie's knee giving her an encouraging smile. She got a smile in return but it was a sad smile and Maria could see the tears brimming at the surface. Charlie would quickly look away and blink several times forcing the tears back down.
Randy pulled up in front of a quaint building and told everyone to wait in the car. Charlie was completely oblivious and just kept staring out the window. He came back out with a young man who would direct them to their cottage. When they pulled up in front they were swiftly led inside and given a tour. After 10 minutes of the 'Welcome to Charleston' speech the young man went back to the main building leaving them alone. Randy gave John a look and he walked down to the beach with Maria, Randy was finally alone with Charlie. She was standing out on the balcony looking at the harbor leaning against the railing.
After standing in the doorway for a few minutes he walked slowly to her wrapping his arms around her waist and relaxing his chest against her back. He rested his head on her shoulder burying his face in her hair. He could feel her jittery breathing and he was at a loss for words. He had no idea how to take away the pain they were both feeling; the only cure was to have her travel with him. He heard a small noise escape and then the sniffle; he knew the tears were now surfacing and he was crushed to the core. Randy pulled her to turn around and look at him but she couldn't. Charlie looked at the ground and tried to subtly wipe the tears.
His thumb lifted her chin and the instant her eyes met his, the tears spilled down her cheeks. She didn't sob, but the heartbreaking expressions mixed with the freefalling tears ripped at his heart. He wrapped her up in his arms and rocked her. The rocking was supposed to sooth them both. He wanted her in Stamford with him; he wanted her with him everyday, but he wasn't sure he wanted to subject her to the rigorous travel schedule. Early mornings and late nights, long car trips or plane rides were literally hell on the human body and spirit.
John had shared they were going overseas soon and they'd be gone a few weeks. Sure she could go with him, but the overseas trips were more work than being stateside. They were booked for signings, press conferences, radio, tv and magazine interviews and performances almost every night. They hardly had any time for guests and sightseeing, he'd basically be leaving her in strange countries alone. Yes, she could go to all the interviews, all the signings, all the shows but one day of it is fine but then it's extremely monotonous and mundane.
Randy pulled back enough to look at her and he hated the look on her face, the sorrow was like a knife in his gut . He played with her hair as he looked into those eyes he adored. He desperately needed to put a genuine smile back on her beautiful face. Maybe time together in Charleston would do it; their minds would be focused on relaxing and enjoying eachother. He wiped a few tears from her eyes and held her face in his hands, following it with a loving but searing kiss. A tender, soothing kiss meant to convey every emotion in his heart and soul. No deeper than their lips meeting time after time brushing against eachother like feathers.
He took her hand in his and led her to the bedroom. Randy opened the French doors leading to the beach but closed the sheers for privacy. A gentle breeze wafted through the room causing the nearly transparent fabric draped at each post of the four poster bed to dance in the air. Charlie stood against a post at the foot of the bed resting her head against it, her hands holding onto it as if she'd fall. She watched him and he watched her as he went to the other post at the end of the bed and assumed the same position she was in. A smile crept to her mouth as she looked into his eyes, the deep blue that expressed each emotion so easily.
He mouthed the words that she loved hearing, "I love you", but today they made her tear up again. She mouthed it back to him and they stood there looking at eachother for a long while. She memorized everything about his face and he did the same. Each rise and fall of their cheekbones, the outline of the lips they loved to suck on, the way the eyelashes fanned around the crystal blue or grey with green sprinkled eyes. His favorite was the tiny blond baby hairs that grew along her hairline. They framed her face and never grew but you wouldn't notice unless you truly looked at her.
Randy put his hand out and she reached for him, neither moved, they just held hands relishing the physical contact. Each one deep in thought about the other trying to find a way to survive what lay ahead. He could do it, he'd done it easily before; the only hard part was the physical separation. He could and would hold onto the knowledge that she'd be there each week when he returned. He'd work three or four days and take the first flight out to be with her. If he'd be gone longer she could meet him. They'd do what every other celebrity couple did and take a vow to only be a part a few days.
Randy let go of her hand and slowly removed his olive green t-shirt tossing it to the floor and leaning back against the post. Charlie followed his lead and slowly removed her black Versace tank top dropping it next to his t-shirt. She put her arms behind her holding onto the post with her hands again and let her back touch the post. She tilted her head back and looked at him, something she never grew tired of doing. It was his turn again and Randy stripped the shorts from his body; first his belt was agonizingly slowly undone, the zipper crept down and the shorts taunted her as they slid down his thick legs at a pace that tortured her. His black designer underwear did little to conceal the gifts that lie inside.
Turn about was fair play and Charlie held Randy's eyes as she unfastened her belt and unzipped her Bermuda walking shorts. She turned to the side and leisurely bent over to discard her clothing, stepping out from the shorts but keeping on her Jimmy Choo leather slingbacks. As she gradually stood back up she ran her hands up her legs and held in a smile when he clenched his jaw. She turned back around and stood in her original position only this time she arched her back just enough to make him audibly groan.
Another delicate breeze blew in and lifted the fabric that hung by Charlie; it swirled around her legs and hips daring Randy to move and touch her. She held onto the post with her right hand and leaned back curving her body to face him, her head falling to the side, closing her eyes and letting her left hand play inside the fabric. He drank in every detail of her body from her toned legs to her defined tummy, her firm ass and sculpted arms. Her chocolaty hair swayed in the breeze and her tongue snaked along her lower lip.
His jaw was in immense pain from clenching the muscles only to be matched by the blood racing through his now fully erect organ. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her, bend her over the footboard and make her scream his name. Another time. Charlie kept her head down but raised her eyes to him, her left hand motioning for him to come to her. 'Bring it' she signaled and smirked as he finally stepped forward. She took control and centered him standing between both posts lifting his arms straight out to his sides. She maintained eye contact as she used the delicate fabric on either side to loosely tie his wrists. He couldn't reach the posts so the fabric was used to keep him in place, arms outstretched as far as they could.
She held his face in her hands and brought his lips to meet hers. Her kiss held just enough passionate force to make his eyes roll back in his head. Her tongue was tantalizing and if he actually had to kiss her to sustain his own life he wouldn't think twice. When Charlie felt Randy instinctively try to gain control she broke the kiss. Her hands were splayed against his chest and her nails dug into his skin as her mouth worked over his neck. A low primal sound erupted from the back of his throat and he fought his restraints. One hand went to his throat gently pushing his head up to give her better access, but she left her hand there giving him a curious bit of danger.
One hand drifted lower, down the center of his chest and abs followed by her teeth nipping at his flesh. When she reached his waistband she let go of his throat and placed her hands on his inner thighs. Her teeth grazing him through the cotton fabric that threatened to rip under the pressure. Randy found the strength to lift his head and look down at her only to find her eyes boring into his as she removed the restrictive constraints surrounding his manhood. She threw the garment aside when he stepped out and her hands went back to his inner thighs.
She ran her tongue from the base to the tip and when she reached the top she slid her mouth completely over him covering him all the way to the base. Her mouth went right back up and off of him as she stood to her full height. Charlie backed away to the wall behind her holding his eyes and feigning a look of shock as another breeze drifted into the room and across his engorged erection. The cool air against his moist penis caused a growl to come from the depths of his body and his arms flexed against his linen cuffs.
His breathing was becoming rapid and his vision blurry as he tried to remain standing. When he finally regained a little control he looked at her again. She was pressed against the wall, arms, hands, legs, everything molded to the wall. Her legs were shoulder length apart, her head angled up and to the side but her eyes were half closed. Her lips partially open and beckoning for him to rip through the confines holding him from her. A sensual song could be heard and Charlie's body began moving to the music. She ran her hands over her intimate places as she used the wall as a dance partner.
Her black bra was removed first using the lacy covering as a pleasure tool and dragging it along her skin. The matching panties were next and she bent forward to remove them. Charlie flipped her hair back as she stood and her eyes met his. Her hands played in her hair as she moved her hips in an erotic rhythm swaying to the music. Her torso stretched out and displaying her femininity to only him.
The feelings raging through his body threatened to explode from him without even a touch from her. His shoulder was painfully close to dislocating from the taut muscles of his arms. He needed to touch her immediately; he needed to release the tension in his body. Each moan or groan he made only seemed to encourage her instead of begging for her to release him. He wanted to cry from the visual stimulation, the sensory overload screaming for relief in a physical form.
Her body moved gracefully to him still tormenting his very being. Charlie used him as she had the wall and slid her form up and down his painfully stiff body. He was going to break this bed if she didn't free him and he tried to tell her but he couldn't get the words to reach his mouth. She turned to face him and little by little went to her knees. In one fluid motion her mouth surrounded him fully and his moan was emitted rather loud. She created a vacuum as she moved along the length of him doing her best to end his agony promptly.
Her fingertips ran across his inner thighs and her mouth drank every last drop that spilled forth at the same time as Randy cried out at his liberation. Charlie stood but kept her mouth on him and she untied each wrist. His arms dropped heavily to his sides and his legs began to shake. She placed a soft kiss to the tip and he collapsed back on the bed. His thighs involuntarily shuddered and his breathing was erratic. Her hair tickled him as she placed delicate kisses from his hips to his neck.
Charlie lowered her body onto his and laid her head on his chest. Randy wanted to wrap his arms around her but the strength would have to come from somewhere other than himself. He needed a few minutes to relax and recover, but in the meantime all he could do was smile as his mind instant replayed the sweet torture this beautiful woman just inflicted on him.
When he felt her body relax against him he flipped her to her back and pinned her arms above her head. The Orton smirk on display and promising a return on her endeavor sent a chill through her. Randy hovered above her letting his lips drift across hers without actually kissing her. When that simple motion elicited a high pitched sound from her he knew just what to do to return the delicious favor. He would return it ten-fold.