Charlie's Starr – Silence
This is set after Starr and Charlie had their talk at the Burrow. Warning!!!Contains adult themes and references, nothing too graphic but well, you will be in no doubt what is happening! And swearing.
Charlie's POV is in normal type, Starr's in italic.
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Charlie Weasley sat and yawned, it wasn't late, and he wasn't tired. He just needed an excuse to get up to his room.
He had spent the day with Starr Longis. A girl that he realised he was in love with. This was his fifth trip home in the year since Percy 'came out' and he had realised that Starr was single – and willing to be pursued by him. He had dashed home at every opportunity, spending less time with his family and more with her at every visit. They had written once a week at first, now it was every day. Charlie's owl was getting really pissed off with constant trips to and from England and pecked him now each time he gave her a letter.
He yawned again "Well, I'm off to bed then" he announced, kissing his mothers cheek.
"Goodnight son" she said, looking at Arthur conspiratorially.
"I wonder if he remembers the silencing charms tonight?" chuckled Arthur
"Maybe he'll go to her place" Molly replied. She didn't mind at all that Charlie and Starr were an item, or that they preferred to keep it to themselves. Oh Percy must know, Molly mused, he lived with Starr after all.
Arthur looked fondly at his wife, knitting in front of the fire. Despite what she said, he knew that she was annoyed that Charlie was taking it slowly with Starr. She was desperate for more grandchildren. Even though Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny had already produced enough to make the word 'granddad' slightly tiresome.
Charlie stretched out on his bed, he hadn't put the light on, half hoping that she would already be there, waiting for him. She wasn't. They never made plans. One usually turning up in the bed of the other every night he was home. But for him, tonight was different. He loved her and needed to know how she felt. He felt excited and scared. He didn't want to leave this time without telling her. He was constantly worried that one day a letter would say that she had met someone, someone who was in the same country as her and she had enjoyed their time together but….
He needed her to know, he needed her to say it was only him, and that she would wait for him. He would come home as much as he could, she already knew that. She had never asked him why he wanted to work with dragons, she seemed to just know. She seemed to just know why he was so driven to stay in Romania. She had never pressured him about their relationship, never asked him for commitment. He respected her for this but was also terrified that it meant she didn't want commitment from him. He mused over their meeting where she worked a few days ago. He had shot into the Burrow, dumped his washing, scoffed his dinner, showered and gone straight out again. He had been impatient and had told her that he had thought about her every day in the throes of their passion. He had only just bitten back telling her he loved her, something he hadn't realised himself until that moment.
He stood and prepared himself to apparate to her.
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Starr sat at her mirror, brushing out her hair, its length immediately curling into its natural loose ringlet curls. She wondered where she would spend the night; she hoped he would come here. The whole situation was like a dream come true for her. She had had feelings for Charlie for years, finally reciprocated last year. Although he worked away, he wrote every day, as did she. Every night he was home she lay in his arms, strong arms that held her tight. He treated her like a precious stone. Opened doors and pulled out chairs for her. He was courteous and thoughtful in and out of bed. Well, he was fantastic in bed. She smiled to herself. She had been no virgin when they had first slept together, but his hands and mouth on her body had given her feelings she never knew existed.
She lay on her bed, in the dark now, smiling to herself. The first time when he arrived home was always the shortest, but the best. This time they hadn't even got to take their clothes off, he had visited her at work, at the Ministry for magic, where she worked as a healing researcher, finding new methods of healing. He had borrowed Harry's ancient invisibility cloak and only revealed himself when they were alone. It had been urgent and excellent. Her underwear ripped off and cast aside, his barely getting past his knees. Her cloaks pushed up. She shivered as she remembered his touch and the feel of him under her hands. She had lived for this moment, she had realised as he thrust into her. She needed him so desperately, more so than when he was the Gryffindor Quiddich captain and out of reach. This was more than a teenage crush that had resurfaced in adulthood; she was in love with him. She had revelled in his urgency, in him telling her that he had waited long and lonely months thinking of her, for this. It thrilled her that he had not slept with another woman. They weren't exclusive and he had no reason to lie, but it mattered to her, deeply. She jumped slightly as there was a crack and he appeared before her, as if her mind had summoned him.
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"Thinking of me again?" he teased as he took in the flushed look on her face, her beautiful face. He felt his own arousal as he covered his body with hers, drinking in the feel of her. He adored her body. The words he longed to say making themselves known in every kiss, every touch. He touched and tasted every inch of her body. He loved the way she responded to him. Opening her body to him. He turned onto his back, her heated gaze roaming his now naked body. Her smooth hands touched and teased, driving him wild. Her mouth and lips nipping and sucking at his most sensitive places. She caressed him; he longed to be with her as one, but knew the pleasure would be far more intense for waiting. His eyes closed he buried his hands in her soft hair. Sighing as he committed the feeling to his heart, to keep him warm on cold Romanian nights.
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She gave a half moan as he returned her to her back. He once again covered her body with his. Hours they had played this game, and now it was time. He had taken her to the edge and then backed away several times already, and she had been just as excited as she did the same to him, with her hands and her mouth. He claimed her with one movement. His mouth on hers, for which she was glad. It stopped her uttering the words that were in her throat. She wrapped herself around him, feeling each defined muscle on his body strain as they moved together. She rose swiftly to her climax, losing all sense of time as they reached that place together, crying out; she only knew that he existed and that she loved him. She tried to hold onto the moment, etched it on her memory to clutch to her when he was so far away.
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He slumped over her, exhausted and elated. He kissed her neck, her jaw line, and finally her mouth as they slowly came down to earth. He adored the look on her face as she stared back at him, sated. He was in awe of the feelings she caused. With other lovers the moment of climax was the high point, but now to him, this moment was the best. Feeling their hearts and breaths race together, seeing the look in her eyes. He closed his own eyes, resting his forehead against hers, he sighed as she brushed the hair from his face, her soft fingers touching him. He knew he must say it now, in his mind he had told her with his looks and touch tonight, but he knew she needed to hear it if it were to make any difference.
"Starr" he whispered "I have something to tell you" his head jerked up as he felt her body stiffen under him, he wondered if she knew what he was going to say and dreaded it. Looking into her eyes he saw fear, unmasked fear.
"I love you" he said quietly "So much that it scares me, I don't ever want you to be with another man, to meet anyone else, I want you to be mine, forever"
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She relaxed against him, not saying anything as her words were ambushed in her throat by tears. He rolled off her, gathering her against him. She could not speak for a few moments, she buried her face in his chest, and the words he had uttered had taken her by surprise. She managed to look up at him, his eyes were troubled and she could see pain on the blue depths. She realised he must be thinking things during her silence. She reached out and traced his lips with her fingers, the lips that had spoken the words she had longed to hear since she was fourteen. A tear rolled down her face as she spoke.
"There will never be another man for me" she whispered "My heart belongs to you, it always will" She continued to touch his lips "I am yours Charlie, totally yours, my body, my heart, my soul" she saw the blue eyes soften as the clouds in them cleared and he smiled "I'd follow you to the end of the earth, or wait right here for you to come back to me"
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They slept in each others arms, the silence broken only by their breathing and the occasional uttered word of love.
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