Here is the next chapter; it again is not as long as the first five, however I do believe that the content will make up for that.

Enjoy.

P.S. Anything that you do not remember being in the books is mine, the rest is JK's, despite how many times I have tried to convince her to let me keep Charlie for myself.

Chapter 7: Gentles do not reprehend.

Beep. Beep. Beep. … Beep. Beep. Beep.

I turned over to turn off my alarm, glad that I set two so that I can still sleep for another hour until I really have to get moving. I have a firm belief that if the sun is not up than god did not intend for me to be up either, this is also the belief that Oliver and I tend to get in fights over. Oh well. I could still not make out anything in my room due to the impenetrable darkness, so sleep was the option that I chose.

My bed this morning seems more comfortable than usual, warmer than it normally is, considering that I sleep in the top left corner of my king sized bed typically curled up like a cat. This sleeping ritual results in my bed being the temperature that nitrogen freezes, (63 K, or -210 C, or even -346 F, or just really freaking cold) something I like to stay away from.

I rolled back over into my habitual sleeping position so as not to get frostbite. The grunt and movement coming from the right side of my king made me freeze anyway. In an instant my hand was under my pillow and my fingers were wrapped around my Winchester, the second after that had the blade of the dagger pressed up against the back throat of the noisemaker.

"Move and I will not hesitate to spill every drop of your blood." I said. It may have been six o'clock in the morning but I still have all of my intimidation factors intact.

"Why are you here?" I asked. Some say that my choice for first question should be 'who are you?' however when the only people stupid enough to break into this apartment are common criminals, who would have a hell of a time trying, and minions, who they are never matters, it is their boss or master that is always the one I want.

"Trying to cuddle with my girlfriend." Came the squished, slightly breathless voice of the man underneath me.

What?

The form beneath began to slowly turn when I froze from his statement. I still could not see anything other than his outline, which seemed to fit the layout that I was hoping for. The current lighting situation in my bedroom was beginning to piss me off; I needed to know if this is real.

"As much as I love you sitting on me like this, the knife at my throat is making it awful hard for me to do anything that I am planning to do about it." That voice, it is him. But it could also be polyjuice potion. Apart from seeing the emotion is his eyes there was only one way to know for sure.

"On May 2 of last year I quoted the most intelligent person I know. In exact wording, tone, emphasis, and rhythm repeat what I quoted, and the origination of that quote." Though it may sound impossible to any outsider, however if this really is him, is my Charlie, then I know he would never get this wrong.

He chuckled then began. "You were drunk and crying because the next day was the day that I first left you for a dragon. Then you told me, 'If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think, but the most important thing is, even if we're apart… I'll always be with you.' Quoted from Winnie the Pooh." He looked up into my face, I can only assume praying that he got it right.

He did. "Charlie." I let out in a breath. Then I tossed the dagger to the side and attacked his lips with my own.

At such a point when it was imperative that we both take in oxygen, we broke apart. One of his hands still resting on my cheek the other on my lower back, while both of mine were becoming friends, again, with the curly ginger locks on top of his head.

"I have to say, that little moment before went strait to my imagination, well, and my dragon." He said. I could almost hear his eyebrows wiggling with that comment.

"Then you must know, when I interrogate the bad guy," I told him, then leaned down so my lips were level with is ear. "I always get what I want." I leaned down and captured the lobe in my mouth and bit down.

Charlie gave, what can only be described as a growl. He flipped us over so that he was on top, hands on either side of my head, holding himself up slightly. I could feel the effects of my words pressed up against my upper thigh, only centimeters away from where I wanted it to be. "Is that a promise?" He asked his voice sounding forced.

"You know it is." I moaned, his mouth now currently occupied with my collarbone.

He continued on his path down my throat to the top of my camisole. The pathetic piece of clothing stood no chance when he decided that it was in his way. He tore the flimsy material with his teeth then pulled me into a more upright position so that he could throw the offending fabric, or what was left of it, to the floor. Once undeterred he continued, leaving a trail of overactive nerves from my neck to my chest, where he had thoroughly teased both of my nipple, down my stomach to his current location at the top of my girly boxers (one of Victoria's best secrets.) He ran his nose over my core, with only a thin layer of material keeping him form making my night. To my distain he traveled back up his path, coming back to attack my mouth.

"So long." He said against my lips.

"Too long." I told him, my hands at the back of his neck holding his face to mine. My nerves were going haywire and I needed friction so I brought both of my legs up and wrapped them around his waste. Grinding my heat into his prominent erection.

"I need to feel you again, know you are here." He managed to get out as I attacked his neck, and for the first time realizing that he was clad in only my favorite pair of black boxer briefs, the ones that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As vivid as my imagination can be, it has been too long since I have seen a real dragon, and I wanted mine. Gripping the top of his briefs with my toes I yanked them down past his knees, where he kicked them off. At the same time he used one of his hands to bring my own boxers to the same fate as my camisole. I then bucked up my hips to meet his, grinding my now dripping core against his quivering member.

"I need you, now." He growled.

Kissing his lip with all the passion that had been building up inside of me while he has been gone I said to him, "I am yours, always." With that he plunged into my center.

Instantly we reacted to each other. In a way that could only belong to the deepest of lovers, we moved, together, knowing what was wanted and needed at the exact moment that the other needed it. Together we exploded in a symphony of moans and yells, meant only for each other.

As we came down Charlie pulled me close into his chest, holding me in a way that told me he would never let me go. Kissing the top of my head he whispered, "I'm staying, forever."

I hope you enjoyed that, and to mnoble here is your present ::holds out Charlie's choice of attire:: to do with as you wish.

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Chlorine Water