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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie enters through the front door, backpack on his back. He sits at the bar, drops the backpack at his feet, and says quietly, "Guinness please."

For someone who's just had a week's vacation from normal life, he does not look particularly relaxed.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Your clothes are still on," she says, quietly, smiling. "I'm being quite good, I think."

[bloodyrockgod]

"That will change," Charlie says quietly and presses her palm to his stomach. "At your leisure."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith traces the edge of his belly button lightly, then reaches up and pinches a nipple between her nails.

"Nice to be in charge."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I do strike people as a bottom."

He smiles. He can't help it.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Arsepinch.

"And quite a nice bottom it is."

[bloodyrockgod]

He laughs and leans against the wall of the stairwell, bringing her with him so they're hip-to-hip. He kisses her simply.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

She rocks her hips against his, lightly, and nips at his lower lip.

[bloodyrockgod]

He nips back, following her mouth.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Bed," she murmurs against his lips, rocking again. "Or...flat surface behind locked door."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Bed. Yes. I have one of those." He takes her hand and starts pulling her up the stairs.