A Kiss Will Stay Who: Rylee and Charlie What: Rylee has an unexpected return home from Afghanistan 11 months early Where: Rylee’s apartment When: Saturday (Tomorrow) Notes: THERE BE SMUT WITHIN
Rylee was still wearing his cammis when he approached his apartment door; he didn’t think he looked very nice and for Charlie he’d rather he was fresh and clean and in nice clothing to surprise her. But time had been short and he had gone straight to the apartments the moment after he landed.
He had chosen not to call Charlie, he figured it could all be a pleasant surprise, and the fact that Charlie hadn’t heard anything from him (rather, the military didn’t tell his mother anything so Mrs. Ekholm had no news either) didn’t cross Rylee’s mind. What he was doing was supposed to be romantic. She thought he would be deployed for a year and suddenly he would be there, home, and only after a month of being away.
Plus the time he was knocked out and re-cooperating from the attack Phobos had performed left Rylee a little confused and missing time. He didn’t realize how long it had been since he had spoken to Charlie and the medication the medical examiners had been giving Rylee really kept him loopy and without much reason.
Placing his rucksack over his shoulder, Rylee pressed his key into the door. For a moment he realized that Charlie could have very well be at work. She might have even been downstairs in her own apartment and Rylee considered trying there first. But... then he remembered he had clean clothing he could put on. That’s what he would do: go into his apartment and if Charlie wasn’t there he would shower and dress himself in civilian clothing. Then he’d find Charlie, where ever she may be, and surprise her.
He pictured it all clearly, she would be surprised and smiling and kissing him. A true scene from a romantic movie and the very thought of it put a smile on Rylee’s face as he turned the key and opened the door to see Charlie in his small kitchen.
“Baby? Lee, I’m home. Surprise,” Rylee called out, keeping his voice at a reasonable tone and stepping into his apartment as the door swung back. He had lost weight during the month that he was away and it was noticeable in his muscle mass and the way his camis hung on his body, but his smile was still the same and beamed at the sight of his best friend.
The last thing she expected to see was Rylee walking in through his front apartment door. Her hands were gripped around a bottle of water, her head pounding from a long night of drinking; hair hung in lank strands, unwashed, bags under her eyes denoting lack of sleep amid a face red and puffy from crying, and she was clothed only in Rylee’s robe. The majority of her clothes had migrated up to his apartment, and were lying around in piles (both clean and dirty mixed) in the bedroom. The bed itself was a mess of blankets, items that belonged to Rylee, and towels. The kitchen was covered in take out boxes, wrappers, and bottles of various kinds of alcohol. But Charlie’s vision only saw the skinny man standing in front of her, the person she’d been missing for the majority of the month ever since she’d lost all contact to him. It had been far too much for her to deal with, not after he promised that he’d keep in touch.
Seeing him now, her vision swam with red. Rather than being happy to see him, alive and whole and there with her, all she felt was anger, believing him to be the cause of her unhappiness for reasons that he could have controlled. All he had to do was call, and he hadn’t. One little message, one little text, just so she knew he was alive. Before she could realize what she was doing, the water bottle - still unopened - was flying out of her hand and at his head, from which Rylee managed to duck out of the way. Charlie teetered a few steps forward, her teeth gritted to complete the look of a feral woman.
“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YAH BEEN?! WHY DIDN’T YAH CALL ME, OR SEND A MESSAGE OR SOMETHIN’?!” Her jaw worked for a moment, as though trying to hold back a tide of words and failing terribly.
“DON’T YAH KNOW HOW LONG IT’S BEEN?!
“FUCKING HELL RYLEE I THOUGHT YAH WERE DEAD.” A hand rose to slap at her face, a poorly handled attempt to hold back tears that were threatening to spill.
Rylee had nearly stepped back out into the hallway and for a moment he thought that was a good option. He blinked, looking to the thrown bottle, then turned to Charlie and gathered his courage to step closer to the raging beast that was his girlfriend.
“I wanted to surprise you... but... sweetheart, I’m sorry. The Marines didn’t call? You didn’t know anything?? I.. I wanted to surprise you, I’m sorry. I... shit happened. A lot of crazy shit and I couldn’t really call you...” He paused after taking three steps forward and seemed to see the reality of Charlie for the first time. Her dirty hair, standing in his robe, her face reddened, not to mention the smell of old food and spilt liquor on the counters. His blue eyes were filled with concern as he looked directly at her and made another cautious step closer to her. “Babe, are you sick?”
The change of topic threw Charlie for a moment; she hadn’t looked in a mirror for some time, and her furrowed brow betrayed her confusion.
“Sick? Worried sick is what I’ve been! Not a fuckin’ word, jus’ up and disappear like it’s fuckin’ nothin’!” A hand came up to wipe at her face, her nose hitting the back of it. Her anger flared up again, never for a moment thinking that this wasn’t how Rylee had pictured his homecoming. “Jus’ stopped, yer momma didn’t know anythin’, no one knew anythin’, Rylee, I must’ve blew up yer phone with calls and texts and you didn’ get any of it?!” She stepped further back into the kitchen, but her back came up against the counter to impede her retreat.
Rylee blinked and dropped his rucksack to the floor. Licking his lips, his brow furrowed, he took a moment before slowly starting to make his way into his kitchen and yet pausing by the entrance. They didn’t have the island separating them now and he wasn’t entirely sure that Charlie wouldn’t just attack him.
“The last time I talked to ya I went to work and blacked out. I woke up in the ward and the doctors were saying I suffered from an episode of PTSD. I don’t remember much, they had me on a lot of drugs, and they wouldn’t give me access to a computer or phone. I asked them to tell my momma so that you’d know I was okay and they said not to worry and that they had everythin’ taken care of. I...I didn’t know they didn’t call. I didn’t know you were completely in the dark babe.
“When they released me - honorable discharge - I just wanted to get home as quick as I could and once I landed I came straight here. I wanted to surprise you that I was home so soon... and if you weren’t here I was gonna shower and get you tacos and hunt you down at work or wherever you might’ve been...” Rylee frowned, already beginning to kick himself for having blindsided Charlie like he had. He hadn’t intended on making her angry, he only wanted to surprise her, and to realize that she had been clueless as to what was going on with him, for him to simply vanish, he could understand her worry. His voice came out low and dripping with apology. “I’m sorry, Lee.”
Charlie’s hands groped backward for the counter, giving her leverage against its surface. A lack of sleep mixed with hangover and colored with anger was not making her pleasant to be around, for both Rylee and herself; she had to admit, for weeks this was all that she wanted, for him to reappear and just be OK. Of course, the moment she got what she wanted, she turned on it and ripped it to shreds for some minor flaw.
For a few precious moments of time, she struggled with herself, one side wanting to continue berating Rylee for something that was clearly not his fault, the other wanting to throw herself at him to be certain that he was indeed real. First she pushed off of the counter before falling back on it again, her feet moving back and forth to show her uncertainty like a dog that was sure it would be punished for bad behavior. She glanced at the floor and then back up to her frightened looking boyfriend. That was the look that broke the dam, and she rushed forward, looking for a moment as though she were going to inflict some kind of physical punishment on him.
Instead her hands clung to his hips, feeling the bones sticking out even under the thick cloth of his camis, her face disappearing into his chest. Fingers flexed, digging into the cloth and searching for the man underneath, the solidness of him calming the remainder of her previously inflamed anger and pulling a small cry of pain from her throat as she tried to suppress her tears. Her face ached, as though she’d been going one on one with a punching bag using just her eyes, but she felt far more calm now that he was just standing there.
Rylee stood still for a moment, unsure if Charlie was going to hit him but then taking in the feel of her against his chest. He let out a slow sigh and wrapped his arms around her body and kissing the top of her greasy hair. “Oh, Lee...” He wrapped his arms more tightly around her body, joyfully taking in the feel of having her there again, of being in his apartment, and everything being right. “I missed you so much, I know it was only a month but I missed you so much and I love you. When I woke up and they told me what happened I didn’t know if they’d let me come back. I was scared they’d throw me in jail or something and then I wouldn’t get to see you again.”
He squeezed her tightly, rocking slightly as he bent his head forward, searching for her face and lips, wanting to give her a proper kiss after a month of being apart. They had gone longer without seeing one another nor talking but this was entirely different now. They loved each other openly and Rylee had been frightened he wouldn’t see her again after he woke and was informed he (or Phobos, rather) had thrashed out to his superiors. “I love you,” he repeated, reaching for her chin to turn it up to him and looking in her eyes. “I missed you. Are you okay?”
Pulling back more sniffles, Charlie lifted her face to his and pressed their mouths against one another, before pulling back to insist that she was fine. Her wide eyes and general state of appearance said otherwise, but she had rarely if ever been forthcoming with the truth.
“What did yah do? Why d’yah look so skinny? Were yah in an accident? Yah told me it wasn’t much that yah were doin’, an’ then when I heard nothin’ from yah I got so worried...” Her fingers continued to clench and unclench at his sides, her front pressed flush to his. The bathrobe twined around her body came a little loose around her neck, though not enough to improperly display any parts, but it shifted at her small attempts to be closer to him. “How the heck did yah get PTSD? What happened?” If she wasn’t already diagnosed with it herself, Charlie would have been skeptical; but the reality of the trauma was all too familiar for her. Eyes studied his face worriedly, wondering what he could have undergone that would cause such a terrible thing.
He shifted uncomfortably and glanced around the apartment, noting that it seemed Charlie had taken up the offer of staying there whenever she wanted and it appeared she hadn’t cleaned up in a long time. “I...remember...” he sighed and let go of Charlie’s hair to rub at his temple. “So remember when you dressed up in your Halloween costume and I all of a sudden had like... fangs and those glowy eyes and stuff? Well...there’s been more to that and I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to frighten you. You had enough stress with me having to deploy and stuff. But...at one point it was like I was possessed. All of a sudden I was waking up on Samuel’s floor and Samuel said that I had shown up at his door saying all of these things and demanding all of this stuff. It seemed to go hand in hand with the fangs and stuff.
“And... it happened when I was deployed. The last thing I really clearly remember is that I didn’t like what my superiors said and then I blanked out. I woke up in a medical hospital and they said I had been in a deep sleep for a few days and then kept so doped up for even longer so that they could monitor me. You know the food sucks over there so I was losing weight already but once I was living off of a liquid diet in the hospital I couldn’t work out and I lost more weight. Rumor has it that I lashed out at my superiors, just totally flipped and demanded a battle, and then I passed out. They think it was PTSD but I... I don’t know. I think it has to do with the fangs and stuff.”
Rylee still kept the word’s gods and deities from his speech. He didn’t include the mention of Phobos or Eris. He wasn’t sure yet how Charlie would handle that, she wasn’t handling his return very well, and it seemed she hadn’t showered in days. He let out a sigh and straightened his shoulders, smiling slightly and running a finger along the edge of her bathrobe. “I’ve missed you, all of you.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers and staring in her eyes before giving her a peck on the lips. “Babe, you taste like liquor... rough night?”
“Rough month,” she replied sourly, in a low whisper. It was difficult to know where to start with her own explanations, but her mind was occupied with the thoughts of him morphing into that...thing. It wasn’t that she was afraid of it, necessarily, but more afraid for what it might do to him. Her hands left his sides, crawling spider-fingered up to his scalp and searching to bury themselves in his hair, but it was still too close-cropped to his skull. Her mouth frowned in disapproval, though she knew that it would grow back soon enough.
“Yah don’t mind...if I stay here a bit longer, do yah?” The question was asked with some hesitancy, her face almost wincing in expectation of a rejection.
Rylee blinked and leaned back slightly, confused by her request. “Babe, you can stay as long as you want. I was kind of hoping you’d stay for days because I’ve missed you so much.” Rylee ran his thumb over her cheek and smiled at her, gazing all the while at Charlie as if this was the first time he ever saw something so beautiful, despite her condition. He had missed her dearly and felt their relationship was going wonderfully. So wonderfully, in fact, that he had already begun to consider next steps and in his joy of being home and having her right there he threw caution to the wind and decided to just be blunt. “I was thinking while I was flying home that maybe, if you want, you could move in permanently? I mean you don’t have to do it now or anything but already we spend so much time together at the apartment and Jack seems to be rather at home. It’s kind of pointless to pay for two apartments when we’re basically using one. It would be a money saver and...and then you’d be here...but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I understand if this is too soon or something, Charlie. Please don’t feel pressured.”
Although he had the courage to be blunt his anxiety quickly crept up and he looked at Charlie with large blue eyes that seemed to signify his concern that she would grow upset for his pushing her to take the next step.
“Actually...” The word was drawn out long, and her tongue darted out for a moment to wet lips that had suddenly grown dry. “Actually that’d be fine. I kind of...I kind of can’t pay...for my apartment, anyway.” The wincing look never departed, sure that she was going to receive some kind of reprimand for her inability to be an adult. Rylee’s absence had affected more than just her personal appearance and well being; and though she should have been able to stick it out like any mature individual, she had let herself spiral out of control.
“Management locked my door, I can’t get my stuff so I’ve...been here. I...sort of...lost my job.” This was most certainly not the homecoming that Rylee was expecting, or so Charlie believed. If she had known he was going to show up, she would have at least cleaned the apartment and put some clothes on, pulled herself together so she didn’t snap like she had. But the cat was out of the bag now.
Immediately Rylee’s expression changed from concern of frightening off Charlie to concern for her. “When did you lose your job? What happened? Babe, of course you can stay here. We’ll see if we can get the management to open your apartment so you can get your stuff out. Maybe after I shower and get out of these camis we’ll go down there and then we can clean up the apartment. I’ll make room in the closet and my drawers for your stuff.” He took to stroking her hair again and once more left her a kiss on her forehead. He had to keep touching her to remind himself that he was home and not having a drugged up dream that she was there. This was real. Really real. “Have I told you I missed you already? Because I did. A whole lot.”
“I missed yah too,” she replied quietly, burying her face in his chest once more, closing her eyes and just inahling him for a moment. She wasn’t necessarily ignoring his earlier questions so much as enjoying the fact that he was home so soon. Laying her head sideways on his chest, she took a deep breath and started to explain the last couple of weeks.
“When I stopped hearin’ from yah, I kinda...freaked. I stopped goin’ to work, ‘cause I didn’ see the point. After a week where I stopped answerin’ my phone, they told me I was fired. An between that an’ last month, I didn’ have enough to pay my rent - an’ management decided to lock my door until I coughed it up. But I could stay here, so I just brought what stuff I had and Jack up to yer place.” It was a quick and precise description, with no left out details. Her eyes glanced up toward his face, the worried expression back. “Uh, yah probably don’t wanna go in the bedroom....it’s worse than here. I can...lemme clean it up a bit...Jack’s been sleepin’ with me in the bed and it’s...well, lemme just clean it up a bit first.” Charlie pushed away from Rylee, slowly, making to move around him and try to fix her well abused invitation to stay with him.
Rylee stepped in her way and grabbed her face, gently, with both of his hands. “Hey,” he cooed, making her look at him. “I haven’t seen you in a month, I’ve missed you so much. If you are going to clean the bathroom and my bedroom, I’m coming with you. I don’t want to leave your side. So why don’t we go and clean up together. Once I shower, we’ll go find the manager and I can pay for your rent for the last two months. We’ll get the apartment unlocked and get your stuff out. Maybe we can sell your furniture in the future so that you can have some extra cash. I don’t have to go back to work for another three weeks so I can help you look for a job and we can organize the apartment together. Maybe we can go on that little vacation we talked about too. But right now, I don’t want you to leave my sight.” He pressed his forehead to hers, smiling as he made circles on her cheeks with his thumbs. “Does that sound okay?”
Charlie smiled, completely fine with his suggestions. For a moment she just let herself rest against him, her hands splayed against his sides again. Instead of a verbal response, she pressed a kiss to his mouth, splitting his lips apart with her tongue as she sought him out as hard as she could. It honestly didn’t even matter if things were cleaned - she just knew that he was going to freak when he saw the bedroom; instead, this was all that she needed, right here, right now. What she had been missing for weeks. Though she loved to claim that she needed nothing, Charlie was deeply grateful that Rylee was here to fix things. She was always more prone to breaking them, in the long run. After a satisfying minute of lip lock, Charlie pulled back with a slight gasp, her knees feeling like jello.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds jus’ fine. Yer gonna be upset about the bedroom, though, I jus’ know it. If I’d known yah were comin’ back today, I would’a...I would’a tried to at least clean up a little.” She stepped forward, bringing their bodies close to one another again. “I’m so glad yer home, Ryry. I don’t know what I’d do without yah.”
“Looks like you can feed yourself without me,” Rylee teased as he dropped his hands and took her small ones, giving them a squeeze. He looked over his shoulder at the collection of take out boxes and liquor, making a face which quickly broke into a smile. “All junk food too. I don’t know how you don’t weight three hundred pounds. And I’m sure the rest of the apartment isn’t that bad, babe. What, do you have laundry not put away or something?”
As he asked this he began to lead Charlie down the short hall towards his room. Pausing to look into his little study that seemed untouched; oh how he had missed spending hours looking over books and cleaning his collection of Civil War items, he continued on to the bedroom and reached for the doorknob before thinking twice about it. He turned to Charlie again, bending to kiss her hard and dart his tongue into her mouth as she had done before. His free hand reached around and grabbed her butt then circled to tease at the opening of the robe. He pulled back, his head spinning and his blood rushing to his member, and made a goofy smile. “Oh boy, have I missed you.”
“I can tell. Jus’ please don’t be mad,” she answered, pushing him away teasingly to open the door. She would’ve liked nothing better than to pull him into the room and shove him onto the bed, but currently it was preoccupied with a large German Shepard, who’s head swiveled instantly toward the door as it opened, tongue lolling out in welcome. His throne was made of a mixture of items - Rylee’s clothes, Charlie’s clothes, towels, all wrapped up in the comforter and sheets that had come loose from the bed. Everything was cinched together like a nest, a large hole in the middle showing where Charlie might’ve fit had she chosen to climb in just then. One item that appeared to take a place of special reverence was the leather jacket Charlie had gotten Rylee for Christmas, almost like a security blanket.
Immediately Charlie stepped forward and tried to pull things apart, pushing Jack off of the bed (he went without complaint, instead landing on his feet and moving to inspect Rylee with his nose) and started to separate what was dirty from what was really dirty - trying to make the evidence of her depression disappear before Rylee could really say anything.
Rylee stood in the doorway, his hand dropping to pat Jack on the head, but, despite the dog licking his hand, he was too distracted by the chaos that lay before him. He knew Charlie could put herself into a deep pit, she had admitted as much when they had just moved into Pax, and with a pain in his heart Rylee wondered if this was the result of his going away, if he was the one to blame.
He cautiously stepped over piles of clothes and random items on the floor to get to the bed. The room smelt like a dog, unwashed clothing, and a sleeping person. The curtains were drawn and it seemed that most of Charlie’s clothing, mixed with a few articles of Rylee’s, and all of his towels had made this nest of hers on the bed.
“I’m...I’m not mad...” Rylee began gently as he pulled his eyes away from his bed and looked at Charlie. “Lee, are you okay? Really okay. Aside from losing the job and me going away are you okay?”
She continued to move things around, never really making a dent in the chaos. Once again she lamented that Rylee had arrived unannounced, leaving her exposed and unable to hide the mess that so clearly showed the instability of her mind. Her lips pulled into a line across her face, unsure of what to say and instead focusing on at least getting her things into a pile that were separate from his.
“I don’t give a shit about the job, it was a crap job anyway,” she murmured, more to give him some kind of an answer instead of leaving nothing but a blank slot next to his question. The difficulty lay in how to answer the other part, because she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been what most folks would call ‘OK’. But she did know that Rylee’s absence had caused greater damage than she had believed it would. Her eyes welled again, and she deftly brought a sleeve to her face to hide the signs of weakness.
“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be. No reason for me to not be fine.” Finally she shifted another pile onto the floor, clearing space on the bed so it began to resemble a mattress with incredibly crumpled sheets and not an explosion of various materials in a mound. She kept her back to him, doing her best to pull herself together.
Rylee watched Charlie’s movements silently, he knew her well enough to figure out that this wasn’t good, just looking around the apartment said as much but he knew she was holding back. Not caring that he was stepping on clothing, figuring all the clothes had to be cleaned anyway, he came closer to Charlie and slipped his arms around her small frame. Pinning her arms down at her sides he forced her to stop her frantic movements and he held her there, against his body, bending to press his lips to her shoulder and then rest his chin there.
He wanted her to be honest but he didn’t expect her to admit that she wasn’t in a good place. But he was there, he’d pick her up and dust her off if he could, and he was suddenly so thankful for that fanged-mouthed god that inhabited his body and destroyed his Marine Corps career. Marring it with that one bad act and bringing it to an abrupt end. If he hadn’t shown up Rylee wouldn’t have been able to return to Charlie and who knew what she would have ended up as by the time Rylee returned in a year. “I’m sorry, Charlie. I’m so sorry I left you and you didn’t know what was going on.” He squeezed her tightly, wanting to turn her around but figuring it best to let her have the control over that movement since she had so clearly wanted her back to him. “I’m here now and things can go back to normal but I’m sorry I left you when I promised I wouldn’t.”
Frozen, Charlie tensed up for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But then she mentally kicked herself and slumped against him, enjoying the feeling of his strong body pressed to hers. Wriggling in his arms, she turned around, keeping her head tilted up so that her face was next to his.
“It’s not yer fault, Ryry,” was her reply, quiet and soft but next to his ear so he wasn’t going to miss it. “Yer back now, that’s all that matters. I’m so glad yer OK, I’m so glad that yer home.” She breathed him in, nearly shuddering from the simple joy of how he felt and how he smelled. The objects that she’d been clinging to for weeks paled in comparison when he was there, alive and whole and with her. Taking in another deep sigh, Charlie let out a pleased sound, pressing against him as though to teeter him back onto the bed. “If the sheets weren’t so gross, I’d have a better way of showin’ yah how glad I am,” she teased, a spark of her usual self showing through the gloom.
Rylee’s beaming grin appeared as he reached for Charlie’s hands, taking a step backwards towards the bed. “Well, the sheets need to get washed anyway, right? I need a shower too, so if I’m going to get even more sweaty...might as well do it on the dirty sheets.” Lifting one eyebrow he gave a slow glance to the bed and then turned his blue eyes back to Charlie. Rylee sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Charlie closer and placing his hands on her hips. He looked up at her, grinning, and slipped his hands under his robe to feel Charlie’s skin underneath. His eyebrows raised and his grin grew more devilish. “You know what? Tonight we’re going to get to sleep in this bed together...we’re gonna be able to have dinner together. A healthy dinner, okay?” His eyes sparkled as he teased Charlie, there wouldn’t be any take out if he could avoid it. “We’re gonna be able to make love and not have to talk dirty over a damn camera on the computer.”
Sitting made Rylee realized how jet lagged he was. He had been in and out of airports and on and off planes for the past two days. Despite sleeping here and there on his flights, it had never been a comfortable rest, and now that the initial surprise of coming home had worn off he was growing more relaxed and his low energy was starting to bother him. But he didn’t want to sleep, not yet, not when he finally got Charlie back. Sliding back on the bed a little, Rylee pulled Charlie forward by grabbing her ass under the robe and trying to get her to climb onto the bed.
Her eyes went wide, a little surprised at Rylee’s willingness to roll around on the already filthy sheets - but there was no reason in discouraging him. She used her free hand to undo the loosely tied knot around her waist, letting the sides of the already too large robe slide away to reveal just how not dressed she was underneath it. Moving quickly, as though expecting to wake from a dream, Charlie straddled Rylee, her hands on his face as her mouth found his. Keeping her lips cinched with his, her hands drifted lower to his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly as she moved down to part it and find the wife beater underneath that still kept his skin from contact with hers. The path down his shirt brought her to his pants, where her fingers made quick work of his fly.
“Whatever yah want, Ryry, I’ll eat fuckin’ broccoli, but first we’re movin’ that last thing on yer list to the top,” she muttered harshly against his mouth, teeth sinking gently into his bottom lip as her hand groped inside of his pants.
Rylee let out a shaking sigh, his eyes rolling up slightly as he nearly went limp on the bed. He had dreamt of this, seeing Charlie again of course, but also this. He quickly rid himself of the wife beater, revealing his chest and shoulders that were only slightly less defined than when he had left. Not having his gym and then being trapped in a hospital bed for most of the month destroyed what muscle mass he had. Although he was still quite filled out, it was the closest he resembled the scrawny teenager he had been prior to going into the Marines since he was that scrawny teenager.
“We’ll do this until we tire ourselves out, then we can shower and get some food while we clean up these sheets,” Rylee replied as he pulled at his pants, not wanting to remove the naked girl on top of him but wanting to join her in her nudity. He was already hard and looked over his shoulder to see if he could reach the night stand they kept the condoms in.
Her free hand wandered the expanse of skin that suddenly appeared, then her shoulders rolled to be rid of the robe in its entirety like a snake shedding its skin. Skinny, fit, emaciated, fat, it didn’t matter, he was here and he was with her and now she was assured that everything would be fine. He was like her little high school Ryry, the one she’d gone swimming in creeks with, the one who’s window she’d crawled through every other night to escape her own home. Her hands moved back to his pants, pushing at them and at his underwear while he wriggled to make them both as nude as the day they were born.
“Yah stay right here, I’ll be right back,” she whispered, and instead of losing contact with him, she crawled up over his body nearly at an angle in order to reach the night stand where they kept the contraceptives. Her knees paused around his shoulders as her arm groped for the top drawer as fast as she could manage, causing her movements to be awkward and stunted.
Unlike how Rylee was in High School, afraid to take up opportunities when they presented themselves, he jumped to chance now and grasped Charlie’s hips, forcing her to stay in place as his tongue darted over her flesh, hoping to make her moan; she replied with a surprised gasp, followed by what he was looking for. He paused, looking up at her stomach, breasts, and hanging hair before bringing his mouth to the soft, warm flesh between her legs.
Giving a long lick, he paused to retrieve one hand, slipping two fingers into Charlie as his tongue focused on her clit. He only teased her, keeping what he did to only a few quickly passing moments, but all because he was too excited to have her entirely and really close the gap they had been experiencing for the past month. “Did you get the condom yet?” Rylee cooed as he withdrew his fingers and kissed the inside of Charlie’s thigh before giving her a playful bite. “I want to be in you,” he murmured with his lips against her skin as he gave her ass a playful squeeze.
Shaking, Charlie pulled the drawer open enough to retrieve her goal, and left it open as she crawled backward over Rylee.
“Yah are such a goddamn tease,” she muttered back, ripping open the condom with fingers encumbered by excitement. Grabbing his mouth again with her own, not caring that he tasted of her. She reached down, carefully grabbing him in order to slide on the condom - each moment she had to wait a little longer was nearly unbearable. A few strokes ensured that he was entirely ready, and then she was angling him upward, sliding down atop him with excruciating care that eked out every last second of feeling him moving in her. Once he was fully sheathed, Charlie paused like a held breath, her eyes closed as she hovered above him.
An expletive escaped her mouth, her favorite, muttered harshly as her hips moved side to side as she felt him where he belonged - within her. Hands pressed his abdomen for support as her spine curved and flexed with her movements.
Rylee dropped his hands onto Charlie’s hips, helping her to move on him but also needing to have his hands touching her. He gazed up at her and couldn’t help but smiling, somewhat goofily, at the sight of his girlfriend finally there in the flesh and he finally home. “You’ve missed your tease, don’t lie,” he whispered and gave a wink. “You were already wet when you crawled over me.”
Not that he was one to say anything. He was growing hard the moment they shared their first kiss upon coming home. Letting go of her hip with one hand he reached for her breast, massaging it gently and pinching at her nipple playfully. “God damn I’ve missed you, Lee.” He let out a quick breath, his cheeks growing pink as she moved on top of him, tight and warm around his shaft.
A grin spread out slowly over Charlie’s face, and she tilted her head toward him as her eyes opened. Still rocking atop him, she bent forward. “Yeah, I missed yah, missed yer tease, missed yer dick, missed you,” she listed, reaching for his mouth with her own. Teeth sank into his bottom lip, her tongue darting into the dark cavity to explore and own. Her hips increased their speed, thighs firmly cinched around his waist. Her breath hitched every time he sank entirely into her, hitting all the sweet spots as she angled his entrance into her.
“Aw fuck.” She ground harder, the gasps turning into moans as ripples of pleasure shot through her body; her hands on his chest groped, nails sinking gently into his skin as she continued to pump him in and out of her as fast as she could manage.
To Rylee’s surprise (and somewhere deep in his mind, embarrassment) he let out a near yell, feeling his body growing more sweaty and a rush of tingling nerves taking over as Charlie picked up speed on top of him. He was generally quiet while Charlie made the screams and groans. He resulted into burying his face into her shoulder, holding back his cries, and whispering ‘I love you’s’, but this was simply too much. Having nearly constant sex since October and then suddenly stopping during the course of January; Rylee had built up and was now letting go. She clung to him as much as he was touching her, grinding hard.
“Charlie,” he managed to groan, pulling her closer to kiss her hard enough to bruise her lip. Another groan rolled out of his mouth and he turned his face away to keep himself from yelling in Charlie’s ear. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down with a few more solid, hard thrusts and let out a blissful cry as he came. Not daring to let go of Charlie, holding on tightly, he’d never let her go, not ever again. He waited, with each final thrust before he could begin to grow soft, to make sure that in his pleasure she came too. Charlie’s muscles spasmed, rocketing in tandem as her movements came to a stop and she rode the waves of pleasure: pleasure from their intercourse, pleasure from being in his arms, pleasure from his smell and touch and taste. She screamed into his skin, a mixed cry of pain and ecstasy before going limp on top of him.
“Oh fuck.” The words were muttered against him, her face pressed into his throat. “I love yah, Ryry.” Her voice was muted, and slowly she nuzzled against him, with him still in her as she pulled her limbs closer around him. Rylee held her close, wrapping his arms around her small, sweaty body and let out a sigh as he forced his eyes to open.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied quietly as he turned his face to kiss her cheek then let his cheek rest against her head as he ran a finger down her spine. “This is the perfect way to be welcomed home.” His voice was pleased, drowsy and content. He was tired before but now he felt exhausted. He’d have to do something - shower and maybe have coffee - before they could start washing the bedding and cleaning up the kitchen. He didn’t expect to get everything done right away, maybe just the bedding so he could take a quick nap before they went to the managers office. But no matter what he would do over the next few hours, he wanted Charlie there, and with a large grin he realized she would be. He rocked her body back and forth and kissed her head again. “So what do ya say? We go and shower each other off? Then we can get this bedding washed and clean up the kitchen...”
She gave a grunt, unmoving for the present moment; her mouth curved into a smile pressed into his skin. “Jus’ a sec, there ain’t no rush.” There would be plenty of time to get everything done - all she wanted to do for the time being was just relish his presence and let it settle into her mind. It had been a long wait, even if it only ever totaled up to a month, but when combined with the time they’d spent apart, it simply was too much. “Still tryin’ to get it through mah brain that yer really here. Wanna make sure I don’t wake up.”
Rylee gave a small laugh but gave into her slight demands, continuing to hold and rock her, bestowing light kisses on her head and face where he could reach.