|bd_charlie (bd_charlie) wrote in beyond_dark,|
@ 2008-09-21 14:26:00
|Entry tags:||* september 2006, - complete, charlie weasley|
RP: Another bad night
Date: 17 September 1999
Characters: Charlie Weasley
Warnings: sex, illusions to drug use
Summary: Charlie continues on his binge.
Her hand crawled up his stomach, sliding smoothly along his body before lightly grasping at his throat, forcing his head back to put her plump red lips to his Adams apple, sucking on the skin there. Eyes closing, he moved a hand to rest low on her back, lifting his head so she had all the access she could want, he merely lied there for a moment drinking in the sensations. She really did have a talented tongue as it teased and prodded over the freckled skin, his hand kneading the flesh it could touch.
She stopped suddenly, and Charlie's head looked up, brown eyes hooded with lust as he looked at her, licking his dry lips when she smirked, blonde curls flowing in front of her seductive eyes. He gave her a tilted look, before she was crawling down his body, pressing kisses to his hot skin, letting her soft hair tickle along his body and Charlie lifted to each press, hissed and moved his hand along her slipping body.
As her tongue began to trace the scales of the Ridgeback, closer and closer, her breath hot along his cock Charlie nearly whimpered, rough padded hand curling around her ear, fingers diving in her hair to guide her where he wanted. She resisted, teasing, her own hands running up his thighs, making him spread his legs farther and as she blew sweet air along him, he couldn't help it, the groan pulled from deep in his chest, a husked "Kathy..." from his mouth.
She stopped then, almost immediately, looking up at him, causing him to jerk to attention to look at her. She looked pissed.
"Oh- sorry babe, 'course-" He floundered, thinking, trying to think of what to make it better, he needed her mouth now, he was nearly weeping on the sheets as he was propped up looking at her desperately.
It didn't matter, she was grabbing a sheet, pulling to cover herself looking for her clothes.
"Kath- Kaitlin! Please, don't go." He was swinging his own legs over the bed, pulling another sheet around himself, trying to hide the very obvious erection still there.
Her eyes shot to his, then down, then back up. "You can rot, Charlie, find some Kathy." She spit, moving out of the room, slamming the door, causing him to flinch as the sound reverberated around the room.
When it was obvious she wasn't returning he sighed and slipped, bent over on the bed. Scrubbing a hand over his face, the sheet had fallen off and he looked down at his still rigid cock. "Dammit..." He was alone again and now with a massive erection and only his own thoughts to occupy him.
Rubbing at his eyes he stood up and awkwardly began to walk, open a drawer in his dirty motel room pulling out at bag of weed. Take a hit then jerk off... his evening was going to be a waste.