Synopsis: In the heat of Charlie and Vaggie getting down to it, Vaggie commits one small slip up, Charlie takes an unfair advantage out of it.

At the hotel—and even before that—Charlie and Vaggie's nights together usually went two ways.

They went happy sappy and ended quiet.

Or they went quiet and ended happy sappy.

That night it would be the latter.

Vaggie had arrived to their room, but didn't see or hear Charlie's cheerful presence nowhere nearby.

She grunted mildly to herself. That on its own was nothing strange. That had become sort of an occurrence between them since they started Charlie's redemption program. She carried on and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner and spend the end of the day together.

Shortly after, Vaggie could hear the door open and close softly, followed by steps just as soft, caught by Vaggie's vigilant ears.

It was not like she even needed any of those sensorial clues. Charlie just emanated such a presence Vaggie could almost detect her by just being near her.

What she couldn't detect, however, were the sinister eyes narrowing on her with malicious intentions.

Said sensation only amplified as Charlie walked up to Vaggie's back. Deep giggles followed by a touch just as deep on her arms, thin and long white fingers met wary grey shoulders, giving a light massage as Charlie rested her head on top of one of Vaggie's shoulders and her face on her neck. Skin against skin.

"Hey hun," Vaggie greeted a worn smile instinctively raised.

"Smells delicious."

"Well missy, why don't you put the plates and I'll—"

"I wasn't talking about that." Her words smiled—if that was even possible.

Before Vaggie could wonder and ask she meant, Charlie embraced Vaggie in a hug, stretching her arms across all of her torso and pulled her closer. Close enough Vaggie could feel her back against Charlie's chest and her warm breath before she gave her neck deep kisses.

"I'm hungry of you." Charlie grumbled as she began to drag Vaggie alongside her out of the kitchen.

The way Charlie fondled her hands against Vaggie's sides made her legs melt like jelly, making her later attempts to resist fall in vain.

Charlie's fingers running so lightly across her skin made Vaggie shiver as she put her down on the bed.

"That's not fair…" Vaggie panted as she failed to keep her stare grievous and strong, her own smile betrayed her.

"Is not my fault you have ticklish skin, my itty-bitty moth." Lust filled her every word. Her voice deepened the longer she maneuvered Vaggie like a doll.

"I'm not sm-small!"

"What was that? Your voice sounds so cute when you're nervous."

Vaggie managed to make her brow turn bold. "If I was nervous, could I do this?" Vaggie put her hands at Charlie's waist and drew her closer to herself. Charlie now sat on top of Vaggie's hips. Close enough Vaggie connected her lips to hers, at the same time she began to work up on unbuttoning Charlie's tuxedo. Experience allowed to do just that with her eye closed.

Charlie did not lag behind and began to do the same; she had an easier time, Vaggie was not the one who spent fifteen minutes in the mirror just to make sure she looked stupendous, not to mention her clothes were also easier to put on and to remove; much to Charlie's glee.

Sooner than later, the two of them were wrapped intimately between blankets, flesh, sweat and panting gasps every few seconds.

"Fuck…Charlie!" Her eye rolled to the back of her skull as she arched her back, hands wrapped tightly around at the large bump Charlie's head made in the blankets. Said bump moved forward until Charlie revealed her face and she rested her head slightly above Vaggie's chest.

"You like that?"

"Y-yes!" She panted. Each sigh drained all the lungs out of her lungs.

Charlie narrowed her eyes in amusement and poked one of her pink cheek with one of her fingers. "Hmm…I don't think I believe you! You'll have to try a little harder than that."

"Charlie, for God's sake! Please!"

"What does God has to do with this?" Charlie said with an unfitting natural tone.

Suddenly all of her warm—and more than warm—presence vanished for a second.

Struggling and gasping, Vaggie opened her eye and stared confused at Charlie across their bed. Did she do something wrong? It was her time to top now?

"Is something wrong, hun?"

"Hm? Oh, no! No, is just…it feels weird to mention…him now out of all moments." Charlie's eyes fell into nowhere specifically at their room, lost somewhere in between their bathroom and the balcony. Her face filled with that expression she had when the bolts inside her brain turning.

"Charlie, what are you even talking about?"

"I'm saying it feels weird for you to mention my grandpa."

Vaggie blinked. "Your wha—"

It was then it hit her.

Charlie was Lucifer's daughter. And Lucifer's father was…and therefore Charlie's grandfather was…

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh fuck…so when I…"

Charlie bit her lips trying to suppress her laughter before she burst it all out, still laying in top of Vaggie's torso.

"I killed the mood, didn't I?" Vaggie's face filled with wrinkles in shame.

"Hey!" Charlie said. "You may be as wrinkly as a dry grape someday, that doesn't mean I won't still drag you to bed every night!"

In Vaggie's mind, the mental image of herself being as old as her actual grandpa when she was alive was certainly NOT helping her right now.

"Should I start saving up for oxygen tanks from now on? One day you'll walk into a room and you'll just take my breath away!"

"Charlie, that was a horrible pun." Her face started to blush in a dark grey.

"Oh My," Charlie feigned an old lady's voice while smiling from ear to ear. "ThE yOuTh NoWaDayS iS sO dIsReSpEcTfUl!"

"You are literally TWO HUNDRED years older than me!" The blush increased.

"ThAt'S nO wAy To TrEaT yOuR eLdErS!" Charlie waved her index finger from side to side pseudo-scoldingly.

"Please stop!"

"WhEn ArE yOu GoInG tO vIsIt Me? I gEt AaAaLl LoNeLy HeRe In ThIs OlD hOuSe!"

"I'd rather drink coffee all week!"

Vaggie got off Charlie and laid next to her, hands covering her face as she tried and failed to hide her embarrassment.

"BaCk In My DaY, MeN UsEd To Be MuCh KiNdEr!"

"Charlie, I'm not—!"

A knock came into their door around at 2AM. Vaggie managed dragged herself out of Charlie's playful and unwilling-to-let-go hold and dressed up as quick as she could. She opened the door as she rushed to put up the straps of her undershirt and found Husk, Angel, Cherri and a few other patrons at their door. Various degrees of baggy eyes and tiredness filled all of their faces.

"I can't believe I'll be the one ta say this," Angel said, wearing a large pink robe. "But can you two goddamn quiet it down?"

"Vaggieeeee! I'm all lonely hereeee! Come back to bed!"

Why wouldn't the ground swallow her right there and now?