Charlie Nambiar (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} charzilla) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} angelesic,@ 2025-04-30 08:52:00 |
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WHO. Charlie Nambiar & Dawson Powell
WHERE. Angeles School
WHEN. early morning April 23nd; some time after this
WARNINGS. NSFW; language, sex
I love you. Have for a long time.
WHERE. Angeles School
WHEN. early morning April 23nd; some time after this
Achievement Unlocked: Best Friends to Lovers.STATUS. Complete.
WARNINGS. NSFW; language, sex
Once back from her scouting mission with Archer it was back to monitoring duty. It was a nice change of pace going out to the club but Charlie was glad to be back at headquarters working alongside Daws again. And the man was sure to need a break after so many hours staring at a computer screen by himself. Not to mention a nap considering it was nearing one o'clock in the morning by this point and he'd been up all day.
Charlie stepped into the room, dressed down in some comfy pants and sporting a hoodie she 'borrowed' from Daws months ago. She'd taken time to freshen up after her outing and collected various items at the condo before making her way back to the school. Truth be told, she had been tempted to stay in her little blue dress to see his reaction but practicality won out over that.
"Hey," she greeted as she slid into the chair next to his. She set the tote she had been holding onto the floor next to her. "How goes the search?”
“Hey!” His voice wasn’t exactly hoarse, he hadn’t been shouting (maybe) at the computers but when you were as strung out on exhaustion as he was, things didn’t always translate. While Charlie had been doing recon at the club with Arch, Dawson had been monitoring. Like a good boy. The keyboard sat at an odd angle. Old, crumpled wrappers scattered, and an old Stanley thermos was half filled with Folgers within reach.
“You smell good.” Dawson lifted his gaze up from the computer, bleary eyed but smiling, “how’d the mission go? Catch any bad guys?”
His mission was going fine. The cameras he’d been feeding into were oddly silent for as much information was out there about their new frenemies.
“It’s as to be expected.” Quiet. The way he wanted things to stay. No suspicious jerks, nothing unusual.
Dawson stretched his legs, then his arms, yawning.
"It went alright," she answered with no intention to go into detail. What happened that night at the club was a topic for another time. Right now she wanted to focus on him and that ridiculously cute smile of his. "Do I? Probably the new shampoo mom sent." She flipped her dark locks over her shoulder for extra emphasis that, yes, her hair did smell nice. Not to mention touchably soft.
"So quiet then. That's good." Very good. It could make for a dull shift but it meant that no one was trying to sneak in or out. With those Pantheon agents getting ballsy enough to come close to the school over the weekend everyone was on high alert.
Charlie watched him stretch with a mixture of affection and sympathy in her gaze. "You look exhausted, Daws," she noted. She only looked a slight bit better because of her recent shower but they were both feeling the strain from lack of decent sleep. The things they did to make sure everyone was safe. "Why don't you take a nap? I can cover for a bit." She leaned over to shift the keyboard over to her side of the small desk in a gesture of ‘it wasn't a suggestion’.
“Alright is not the adjective I’d choose for a club,” he countered. A smile spread across his lip, “but then I suppose the intent wasn’t to really have a good time so much as find clues.” Dawson was curious. Both of them thrived on knowledge and facts.
As she flipped the ebony strands of her hair, Dawson suddenly found the inside of his mouth moist. Why was he salivating? Had she always been this fragrant? Even with the lack of sleep he was all too aware of the tropical scent of the new shampoo.
Evading the command to nap, he leaned over to press the end of his nose against the slip of warmth at the back of her ear. He nuzzled lightly at the soft skin, “Is that coconut?”
Coconut was his favorite smell. Of course Charlie would know that.
Charlie offered him a secretive smile. "Mmhmm, just alright," she voiced, coyly denying his correct assumption that a few different adjectives could be used to describe the evening. But she wasn't telling, not now at least.
She took in a sharp inhale of breath, her eyes fluttering closed as he nuzzled into her. His lips grazed her neck when he inquired on the scent, sending a shiver down her spine. Oh. Oh no. "You're going to be the death of me, Dawson Powell," she murmured, barely audible even to her own ears.
She wondered if the pheromones she had been subjected to earlier had somehow lingered because this was abnormal for him. He complimented her various shampoos and body washes before but never like this. Her reaction to this dangerously intimate touch? Oh, that was all her, no pheromones needed to ignite the fire deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah, it is." Her hand moved to pet his curls. Her resistance against declaring her feelings and just taking him right then and there was waning at an alarming rate. If that is even what would happen. Confessing could cause everything they had to shatter and that'd make this whole thing horribly awkward. "You're going to make me do something really stupid if you keep that up," she breathed.
He gave her a return look of sure, Jan. But his lips twisted up into something a touch more on the knowing side. Secrets weren’t really their thing - he’d known her long enough to understand that Charlie would uncover the truth like a hungry bloodhound and keeping things from her only resulted in strained voices and escalation. He just waved his white flag usually and gave up the goat.
“Don’t die yet,” he chuckled, drawing a breath back from her, “you’re too young and pretty. It’d be a waste of a funeral.” And he’d pour every cent he had into it to ensure it was a good one.
Archer had been right. Nobody take a screen shot of that - the guy didn’t need to know how much of an impact those words of advice had on him. Dawson had been chasing the tail of excuses for a lot longer than anyone probably realized, and before too long it would be too late. He’d look back and understand that he’d had several chances and opportunities wasted.
“Stupid isn’t exactly your wheelhouse,” he reminded her. Honestly, out of the pair of them, he was apt to do something reckless and wild. “But now I’m curious.” Those fingers twining into his hair would have had him purring if he were Pickles. Instead, he rolled his scalp into the kneading, encouraging her digits to continue their shapes.
Something in his stomach was knotting up - a panicked twine of desire and fear.
Charlie chuckled. "Aw you think I'm pretty?" She responded playfully, unable to resist a bit of back and forth even though she was melting from the heat of his breath on her skin. He really was going to be the death of her.
His little reminder brought out a laugh. "You're not wrong there." She was certainly the level-headed one of the two and far less likely to do dumb things unlike the thrill-seeker currently nuzzling her neck. But she was about to do something so stupid it would rival the most idiotic thing he had ever done.
"I love you," she confessed softly, a slight quiver present in her voice. Her chest tightened painfully as fear took hold but it was too late now. What's done was done and all that was left to do was face the fallout. "Have for a long time.”
“Who doesn’t?” As if anything on the contrary had ever been on the table. Dawson arched back to give her a smile, “of course you’re pretty, Charlie.” The prettiest, actually. Part of him had been jealous at the idea of thinking she was dancing with other dudes at that club but he had to trust the process. He’d just refrained from tapping into the club cameras and stuck with his surveillance of the grounds.
That soft confession had him pulling back a little more. “What now?” He blinked. Had he heard that right or was he so delirious from sleep that he’d imagined it.
“Um,” here it was. Crunch time. And he felt the way he had days before in the forest with Archer, “I uh…” he blinked. Why was this so hard? “Love you too.”
Which was the truth. “Have, for a long time..” his shoulders relaxed from their tense line. “I just was afraid to tell you, I didn’t want to fuck something else up.” They had a good thing going and he had a bad track record. If the Feds caught him tampering with government databases again, he was liable to get captured and be put into some sort of confinement or containment. There was a lot at risk right now and bringing Charlie in was liable to upturn the table but it was out now.
He pulled back, voicing his bewilderment, and her heart nearly shattered. Regret hit her like a ton of bricks. It had been a horrible mistake. She turned her head further to the side to hide her face from him completely; she couldn't bear to have him see her lips tremble and eyes grow wet, threatening to release a tear at any moment.
Her eyes closed when he started to fumble with his words, expecting the worse. This was it, wasn't it? This was the moment she'd been dreading since she developed those damned feelings. Why did she ever admit --
Love you too. Charlie lifted her head and turned to look at him in disbelief. She blinked, a couple tears escaping from her eyes as she heard him voice the exact same fears she'd been facing. "Me too," she admitted, letting out a shaky breath. "I was so scared of fucking this -" She pointed between the two of them. "- what we have up." The fears suddenly seemed so ridiculous now that their feelings were finally out in the open.
"We're so stupid," she said with a bit of a laugh, a hand moving to wipe at the tears of relief falling freely. Then, gently, she cupped his cheeks and lifted his face, resting her lips against his in a kiss.
When you brought love into things, it tended to muddle it all up. “Hey,” his tone was soft, a hint of a smile playing across his mouth. “Not you. Just me.” Stupid, that was. He’d had some time to think and had planned on telling her soon, the surveillance mission, hell week, survival weekend…it wasn’t conducive for love and romance.
Her hands were soft on his cheeks, and his own came up to find comfort in that coconut scented hair, thumbs tucked around the front of her ears. The rest of his hand cupped the back of the shell, and held her there.
Kissing her was a level of heaven he didn’t know existed before that moment, and it was one he didn’t know he needed until she took him there.
“Very stupid,” he mumbled into her mouth, eyes closed.
"Very," she murmured, drawing her tongue along his bottom lip before deepening their kiss. Charlie was soaring on Cloud 9. She had dreamed of this moment but never believed it would come and, now that it was here, it was so much better than she had ever imagined.
That urge to take him for her own was back, this time unhindered by uncertainties. She knew he wanted it just as much and it only made that desire more intense, almost unbearable. She wanted to climb that six foot one tree in front of her and show him everything he had been missing.
She shifted with every intention of crawling from her chair onto him but paused as soon as she realized that her goal wasn't achievable. A grunt of frustration emitted from her throat. The computer chair wasn't meant to hold two people; not only would it not support the extra weight but it left little room for her legs to straddle him. God fucking dammit.
"I hate that chair," she growled against his lips. Actually, she loved it. It was comfy as hell and made the long hours planted in front of the monitors downright pleasant but right now it was keeping her from what she wanted and that made it the worst thing in existence. "Get up." A command. "I want you pressed up against me." And that damned chair was not going to facilitate that.
Soft vibrations echoed in his throat. Daws’ tongue slid between his lips to slide across hers, and he coaxed the organ into his own mouth as the kiss deepened. Everything about this felt right. Good. He was getting a second wind from the exhaustion that had been shaping him into a zombie these past few weeks.
Her commands made something in his pelvic bone jump. With a soft laugh, he withdrew and gently rocked Charlie backward, “Yes ma’am!” There were a lot of places here they could use, it just needed to be put into motion.
He got up, leaned in to catch her mouth again in a searing way, and then dislodged to swipe a stack of stuff - sorry, sorry computer - onto the floor in a pile. With a clear space, Dawson grasped Charlie by the hips and helped hoist her up onto the newly cleaned surface. The computer whined from the floor - how dare he knock it over - but he ignored its pull as he slid between Charlie’s legs and leaned in to press their mouths together again.
There was a smug satisfaction in seeing Dawson so readily discard his laptop onto the floor. Ha take that. There's a new sheriff in town, buddy, she thought. She happily let him help her occupy the space where the computer once sat and went right back to their enthusiastic kiss.
Her hands couldn't stop moving; her fingers moved through his hair, then down his back and sides, gently scratching through the fabric, before eventually landing on the front of his pants. She fumbled with the hemline clumsily.
SHREEEEEEEEEEE
She was startled out of the kiss, her attention going to the computer that was currently making some sort of ungodly noise she had never heard it make before.
Mouth pressed against mouth without the usual gentleness one might assume. Their current positions demanded a bit more voraciousness and he was willing to pay that price. Little in his life gave him such motivations and stirred up the level of need, desire, and want he currently had percolating in his bones.
Dawson gave an encouraging groan at the way Charlie’s fingers eagerly pawed at the front of his sweats. Beneath the thin fabric that likely left little to a vibrant imagination, excitement firmed in anticipation of what was yet to come. He’d just pulled up the hem of her sweatshirt with the intent to free her from it when the sharp squeal met him.
“Oh!” He snapped back and twisted, observing the flailing tech struggling on the floor like an overturned tortoise. “My bad, I didn’t realize you hated the floor so much,” his brows furrowed and he withdrew from Charlie long enough to go fetch the thing from the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right,” the laptop made a frowny face on its Home Screen as if to denote how pained it was.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He cradled it, petting the outside of the shell after closing it and then he set it aside where it would be more comfortable. After that, Daws floated back to Charlie. “Now that the kids are in bed,” he joked, leaning over to peel her sweatshirt up and off, tossing it onto the floor behind them. “I think we can continue.”
Her eyes narrowed at the laptop that had pulled him away. You little shit, she thought as Daws apologized and babied it like one would a distressed child. It would’ve been cute and maybe even a bit of a turn on seeing him acting all fatherly if it wasn’t for the fact the little bastard’s display may have just cockblocked her. Internally, she groaned in frustration, resigning herself to a night without the satisfaction she craved. There was always later, when they were home, and the computer could be tossed into the closet and –
She let out a surprised, albeit delighted, squeal when Dawson returned and practically ripped the sweatshirt off of her. Holy shit that was hot. The chilled air hit her bare chest and sent a shiver through her body. Never had she been so happy to not be wearing a bra at that moment because it would move this along quite nicely. Shame she wasn’t wearing the dress though, that would’ve made every part of her more easily accessible.
She captured his mouth with hers, her hands returning to the hem of his sweatpants with added fervor. “Get undressed,” she murmured seductively against his lips. “I want you in me.” There was no pussy footing to be had. Another time - and there would be many of them if she had any say in it - they could be slow, sweet, romantic. At this moment? There was a primal urge that needed to be sated and it needed to be sated now.
Usually the laptop would have taken center stage - most of the time his actions would have favored gentleness with his devices and yet throwing it onto the floor was the reaction he’d gone with. He had no regrets. Like Charlie, he’d been waiting for this moment for a long time and nothing was going to stop him from giving both of them what they deserved. He’d considered this moment for a while, thought about what it might be like if that step had been taken, and now he found himself here, living the reality of that once hypothetical.
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, pulling back to slide out of his shirt and the layers of sweats and underpants. It was easy enough to peel them away as monitoring computers was no elaborate fashion show.
Dawson got Charlie undressed too, and paused for a minute to just look at her. Damn she was gorgeous. It made his breath catch, the sight of her bare and spread out for him. If he hadn’t been completely firm before, there was no hiding it now.
Leaning over, he pressed his mouth against one of her breasts, drawing the hard nub into his mouth while his fingers played at the peak of her, teasing the bud there to draw the moment of culmination out even longer on purpose. He was, absolutely, a shit and he knew it.
If her cheeks weren’t already as flushed as they could possibly get, they would’ve turned red when Daws paused to gaze at her. Charlie wasn’t self-conscious by any means - she knew she looked good even if not everyone would agree - but there was something about him staring at her that made her suddenly shy. Did he like what he saw? Was it everything he imagined if he had ever imagined this moment like she had? Those little questions creeped into her mind and she might have actually let them permeate there if it wasn’t for Daws pouncing on her.
A whimper emitted from her throat, eyes fluttering closed as he suckled at her nipple. That was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time and she was living for it. It almost had her forgiving him for teasing her with his mouth and fingers. My god, those fingers. If he could hit all the right places with those, imagine what he could do with his tongue? That was a pleasant thought that added another shiver down her already quivering body. But that wasn’t what she wanted right now.
“Daws,” she whined, running her hand through his hair. “As much as I like this–” Fingers gripped around the curls as she let out another short gasp. “-- stop stalling, you ass.”
His giggle was muffled by the swell of her breast in his mouth, but he gave a soft pop and a large grin. “Okay, okay, later.” Her fingers in his hair would’ve had him purring had he the capacity for that.
He pressed a kiss between her breasts and then arched up to catch her mouth, guiding himself toward her folds. He could feel her wetness slathering the crown of his organ, and that made him groan. She was ready; why wouldn’t she be? With all of this build up he was liable to explode on contact.
“I love you,” deposited onto her mouth as he shifted, rolling his hips forward. Dawson offered up a soft series of moans as Charlie consumed, not stopping until he was seated firmly between her legs and all the way inside. Again, he paused to understand what it felt like to be singular - a simple seam splitting them apart.
Holy fuck this was hot. He set a hand on her hip, the other dropping between her legs to encourage the hardened bud as his hips began to move.
She smiled around their kiss. Hearing the words said with such certainty had her all aflutter. It was a literal dream come true. Soft moans joined his as he pressed his way inside her, pausing only when he settled himself all the way in. “I love you too,” she returned as she relished him deep within her. She felt so full and warm; it was amazing. Honestly, she could have just stayed like that for a good few more minutes but when he started moving? Oh, that was pure ecstasy.
Her moans grew louder with each thrust and she had to clamp down on her hand to keep them from drawing any attention. They were having sex on a desk in the place they worked as agents. It was late in the night, yes, but there was always that chance someone they knew might be around and stumble upon them because she was pretty damn sure that the door wasn’t locked. That possibility should have mortified her but instead she found herself excited by it. It was a hint of danger, a tempting of fate that elevated their encounter to a whole different level.
“D-Daws.” Her breathing was heavy, voice ragged. This was it. She could feel it swelling in her body, the climax she’d desired as soon as they’d shared that first passionate kiss. “I-I…”
Her good mood sent his into overdrive. Dawson smiled against her mouth, chasing the same high Charlie was. Those little sounds she made were a music he’d never heard before, and now that they echoed through his ears he didn’t think he wanted to ever be without them. Her body reacted to each touch and he loved the way color spread through her as they violated his desk. He’d have to clean it really well later but right now he gave absolutely zero cares.
Sounds of desire and pleasure vibrated in his throat. Watching her coming undone beneath him, for him, was unlike anything he’d witnessed.
The idea of the door being unlocked hadn’t registered. Dawson knew that some of their fellow agents and some of the school staff were insomniacs but it had never occurred to him to bother with the thumb turn on the knob. Honestly, the computer was apt to notify him of any movement from the cameras that might fare important. Well, maybe that was before he’d dropped it on purpose. Whoops.
“Mmm, yeah…” his grin spread, and Daws nodded, “do it, Charlie.” Release. Fall apart. Let him feel what it was like to hit your peak. He wasn’t too far behind her, and each roll of her eyes or hitch in her chest got him a bit closer.
Her back arched up off the table as she let out a gasp. For a second, she couldn’t breathe, her breath caught in her chest as pleasure overtook her. She fell back onto the table, swallowing gulps of air in an effort to get her breathing back under some form of control lest she suffocate from the intensity of her orgasim. He was still moving, pushing past that spasm of muscle, and it made the comedown almost as pleasurable as the release itself. He was close; she could hear it in his moans and feel it within her body as his thrusts became quicker and harder.
Her gaze, filled with love and satisfaction, found his. She managed a smile though her erratic breathing made the attempt shaky at best. “Let it go.” The only words she could muster in her state. She would be cringing when she was back in her right mind later, guaranteed.
The flush of moisture there made his pace smooth, quick. Dawson groaned, feeling her seize and twitch around him. “Fuck that’s so hot,” he groaned as she came apart beneath him. And, she wasn’t wrong. Each pump and thrust meant he got closer to that edge. While the exhaustion nudged his shoulder to remind him it was there and ready to take him.
“Ten four, Elsa,” Daws quipped in a heavy breath. He smirked at her, leaning over to press their mouths together before he could spit out anything else incoherent and dumb.
Moments later he chased the tail of that high, pouncing on it, tumbling with it over the edge. He moaned loudly, feeling himself letting go inside of her. His thrusts slowed, pace rocking gently as he emptied, and his breath was sharp through his nose as he tried to catch his breath.
Oh look, the cringe from realization had arrived sooner than expected. She let out a groan at the quip that was quickly muffled by his mouth against hers. Moments later, going in deep, he did exactly as she had encouraged. She smiled around his mouth, enjoying the new sensation she had never allowed herself to experience before. They would need to have a conversation later when they weren't riding on the high from consummating their love for one another.
Her hand rose to his cheek, coaxing his mouth from hers to force him to take a deep breath. She smirked as her thumb moved along his bottom lip. "Couldn't hold it back anymore, huh?" She chuckled. If he was going to bring Frozen into this she was going all in.
“Hard to hold back when you have encouragement from the hottest lady on the property,” he laughed, softly, leaning into her touch. If that didn’t give you a confidence boost he wasn’t sure what would. If Charlie wanted him to hit his peak, he’d do it and there’d be no fight.
“I have a lot of making up to do.” Which was the honest truth. Whatever conversations needed to be had were the furthest thing from his mind.
Drawing back, he tried to stifle a yawn with the back of a wrist. “I think we should call this,” that same hand waved at the laptop. “If anything was there it would have popped up.” He wanted to go home, shower, and collapse into one of their beds.
“Hey now, don’t exaggerate. I’m not the hottest,” she chided playfully. She continued, joking, “Top 5? Oh, definitely, but the hottest? I don’t know about that.” She gave him a soft kiss. “But I appreciate being your number one.” Honestly, she was pretty sure she didn’t even rank in the Top 40 but it didn’t matter what anyone else thought when the one whose opinion she truly cared about thought she was the hottest woman around.
Her finger touched the tip of his nose. “Damn straight you do.” A grin. “I hope you’re ready because, sir, I have been starving and I plan to eat you right up.” And that was a promise.
“Think you’re right. And I really need a shower. Another one.” With Dawson no longer pinning her down, Charlie was able to slide off the table that she noted would definitely need at least a precursory cleaning before they departed for the night. She’d make sure it got done but for now she needed to get dressed because she was beginning to feel the chill of the room. She hated being cold; good thing she would have her very own human-sized heater to snuggle up with when she got home. That thought brought a stupid grin to her face.
Once they were both properly clothed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up into his eyes with an affectionate smile. “I love you, Dawson Powell.”
“You want to unpack this right now?” Dawson giggled, shaking his head at her, “best leave that box closed, charzilla.” Because trying to consider alternatives at this hour was liable to get him a fist in the nose and he didn’t want to spoil the nice moment. “I should get one of those foam fingers,” he joked, leaning into her mouth. Honestly, he wasn’t much for looks either in comparison to the many others who absolutely far outranked him in the hotness scale. But that had never mattered at all to him in the grand scheme. It was hard to be hot when you couldn’t pay bills due to someone stealing your money. Priorities and all.
“Well, who am I to stop a lady from having her dessert?” So far the cake had been sweet. Ten out of ten.
Letting her up, he untangled their clothes and dolled them out, popping his own sweatshirt over hers for extra warmth. Once dressed, he pulled Charlie close and beamed, “I love you too!”
And the rest of the night went swimmingly after that.
Charlie stepped into the room, dressed down in some comfy pants and sporting a hoodie she 'borrowed' from Daws months ago. She'd taken time to freshen up after her outing and collected various items at the condo before making her way back to the school. Truth be told, she had been tempted to stay in her little blue dress to see his reaction but practicality won out over that.
"Hey," she greeted as she slid into the chair next to his. She set the tote she had been holding onto the floor next to her. "How goes the search?”
“Hey!” His voice wasn’t exactly hoarse, he hadn’t been shouting (maybe) at the computers but when you were as strung out on exhaustion as he was, things didn’t always translate. While Charlie had been doing recon at the club with Arch, Dawson had been monitoring. Like a good boy. The keyboard sat at an odd angle. Old, crumpled wrappers scattered, and an old Stanley thermos was half filled with Folgers within reach.
“You smell good.” Dawson lifted his gaze up from the computer, bleary eyed but smiling, “how’d the mission go? Catch any bad guys?”
His mission was going fine. The cameras he’d been feeding into were oddly silent for as much information was out there about their new frenemies.
“It’s as to be expected.” Quiet. The way he wanted things to stay. No suspicious jerks, nothing unusual.
Dawson stretched his legs, then his arms, yawning.
"It went alright," she answered with no intention to go into detail. What happened that night at the club was a topic for another time. Right now she wanted to focus on him and that ridiculously cute smile of his. "Do I? Probably the new shampoo mom sent." She flipped her dark locks over her shoulder for extra emphasis that, yes, her hair did smell nice. Not to mention touchably soft.
"So quiet then. That's good." Very good. It could make for a dull shift but it meant that no one was trying to sneak in or out. With those Pantheon agents getting ballsy enough to come close to the school over the weekend everyone was on high alert.
Charlie watched him stretch with a mixture of affection and sympathy in her gaze. "You look exhausted, Daws," she noted. She only looked a slight bit better because of her recent shower but they were both feeling the strain from lack of decent sleep. The things they did to make sure everyone was safe. "Why don't you take a nap? I can cover for a bit." She leaned over to shift the keyboard over to her side of the small desk in a gesture of ‘it wasn't a suggestion’.
“Alright is not the adjective I’d choose for a club,” he countered. A smile spread across his lip, “but then I suppose the intent wasn’t to really have a good time so much as find clues.” Dawson was curious. Both of them thrived on knowledge and facts.
As she flipped the ebony strands of her hair, Dawson suddenly found the inside of his mouth moist. Why was he salivating? Had she always been this fragrant? Even with the lack of sleep he was all too aware of the tropical scent of the new shampoo.
Evading the command to nap, he leaned over to press the end of his nose against the slip of warmth at the back of her ear. He nuzzled lightly at the soft skin, “Is that coconut?”
Coconut was his favorite smell. Of course Charlie would know that.
Charlie offered him a secretive smile. "Mmhmm, just alright," she voiced, coyly denying his correct assumption that a few different adjectives could be used to describe the evening. But she wasn't telling, not now at least.
She took in a sharp inhale of breath, her eyes fluttering closed as he nuzzled into her. His lips grazed her neck when he inquired on the scent, sending a shiver down her spine. Oh. Oh no. "You're going to be the death of me, Dawson Powell," she murmured, barely audible even to her own ears.
She wondered if the pheromones she had been subjected to earlier had somehow lingered because this was abnormal for him. He complimented her various shampoos and body washes before but never like this. Her reaction to this dangerously intimate touch? Oh, that was all her, no pheromones needed to ignite the fire deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah, it is." Her hand moved to pet his curls. Her resistance against declaring her feelings and just taking him right then and there was waning at an alarming rate. If that is even what would happen. Confessing could cause everything they had to shatter and that'd make this whole thing horribly awkward. "You're going to make me do something really stupid if you keep that up," she breathed.
He gave her a return look of sure, Jan. But his lips twisted up into something a touch more on the knowing side. Secrets weren’t really their thing - he’d known her long enough to understand that Charlie would uncover the truth like a hungry bloodhound and keeping things from her only resulted in strained voices and escalation. He just waved his white flag usually and gave up the goat.
“Don’t die yet,” he chuckled, drawing a breath back from her, “you’re too young and pretty. It’d be a waste of a funeral.” And he’d pour every cent he had into it to ensure it was a good one.
Archer had been right. Nobody take a screen shot of that - the guy didn’t need to know how much of an impact those words of advice had on him. Dawson had been chasing the tail of excuses for a lot longer than anyone probably realized, and before too long it would be too late. He’d look back and understand that he’d had several chances and opportunities wasted.
“Stupid isn’t exactly your wheelhouse,” he reminded her. Honestly, out of the pair of them, he was apt to do something reckless and wild. “But now I’m curious.” Those fingers twining into his hair would have had him purring if he were Pickles. Instead, he rolled his scalp into the kneading, encouraging her digits to continue their shapes.
Something in his stomach was knotting up - a panicked twine of desire and fear.
Charlie chuckled. "Aw you think I'm pretty?" She responded playfully, unable to resist a bit of back and forth even though she was melting from the heat of his breath on her skin. He really was going to be the death of her.
His little reminder brought out a laugh. "You're not wrong there." She was certainly the level-headed one of the two and far less likely to do dumb things unlike the thrill-seeker currently nuzzling her neck. But she was about to do something so stupid it would rival the most idiotic thing he had ever done.
"I love you," she confessed softly, a slight quiver present in her voice. Her chest tightened painfully as fear took hold but it was too late now. What's done was done and all that was left to do was face the fallout. "Have for a long time.”
“Who doesn’t?” As if anything on the contrary had ever been on the table. Dawson arched back to give her a smile, “of course you’re pretty, Charlie.” The prettiest, actually. Part of him had been jealous at the idea of thinking she was dancing with other dudes at that club but he had to trust the process. He’d just refrained from tapping into the club cameras and stuck with his surveillance of the grounds.
That soft confession had him pulling back a little more. “What now?” He blinked. Had he heard that right or was he so delirious from sleep that he’d imagined it.
“Um,” here it was. Crunch time. And he felt the way he had days before in the forest with Archer, “I uh…” he blinked. Why was this so hard? “Love you too.”
Which was the truth. “Have, for a long time..” his shoulders relaxed from their tense line. “I just was afraid to tell you, I didn’t want to fuck something else up.” They had a good thing going and he had a bad track record. If the Feds caught him tampering with government databases again, he was liable to get captured and be put into some sort of confinement or containment. There was a lot at risk right now and bringing Charlie in was liable to upturn the table but it was out now.
He pulled back, voicing his bewilderment, and her heart nearly shattered. Regret hit her like a ton of bricks. It had been a horrible mistake. She turned her head further to the side to hide her face from him completely; she couldn't bear to have him see her lips tremble and eyes grow wet, threatening to release a tear at any moment.
Her eyes closed when he started to fumble with his words, expecting the worse. This was it, wasn't it? This was the moment she'd been dreading since she developed those damned feelings. Why did she ever admit --
Love you too. Charlie lifted her head and turned to look at him in disbelief. She blinked, a couple tears escaping from her eyes as she heard him voice the exact same fears she'd been facing. "Me too," she admitted, letting out a shaky breath. "I was so scared of fucking this -" She pointed between the two of them. "- what we have up." The fears suddenly seemed so ridiculous now that their feelings were finally out in the open.
"We're so stupid," she said with a bit of a laugh, a hand moving to wipe at the tears of relief falling freely. Then, gently, she cupped his cheeks and lifted his face, resting her lips against his in a kiss.
When you brought love into things, it tended to muddle it all up. “Hey,” his tone was soft, a hint of a smile playing across his mouth. “Not you. Just me.” Stupid, that was. He’d had some time to think and had planned on telling her soon, the surveillance mission, hell week, survival weekend…it wasn’t conducive for love and romance.
Her hands were soft on his cheeks, and his own came up to find comfort in that coconut scented hair, thumbs tucked around the front of her ears. The rest of his hand cupped the back of the shell, and held her there.
Kissing her was a level of heaven he didn’t know existed before that moment, and it was one he didn’t know he needed until she took him there.
“Very stupid,” he mumbled into her mouth, eyes closed.
"Very," she murmured, drawing her tongue along his bottom lip before deepening their kiss. Charlie was soaring on Cloud 9. She had dreamed of this moment but never believed it would come and, now that it was here, it was so much better than she had ever imagined.
That urge to take him for her own was back, this time unhindered by uncertainties. She knew he wanted it just as much and it only made that desire more intense, almost unbearable. She wanted to climb that six foot one tree in front of her and show him everything he had been missing.
She shifted with every intention of crawling from her chair onto him but paused as soon as she realized that her goal wasn't achievable. A grunt of frustration emitted from her throat. The computer chair wasn't meant to hold two people; not only would it not support the extra weight but it left little room for her legs to straddle him. God fucking dammit.
"I hate that chair," she growled against his lips. Actually, she loved it. It was comfy as hell and made the long hours planted in front of the monitors downright pleasant but right now it was keeping her from what she wanted and that made it the worst thing in existence. "Get up." A command. "I want you pressed up against me." And that damned chair was not going to facilitate that.
Soft vibrations echoed in his throat. Daws’ tongue slid between his lips to slide across hers, and he coaxed the organ into his own mouth as the kiss deepened. Everything about this felt right. Good. He was getting a second wind from the exhaustion that had been shaping him into a zombie these past few weeks.
Her commands made something in his pelvic bone jump. With a soft laugh, he withdrew and gently rocked Charlie backward, “Yes ma’am!” There were a lot of places here they could use, it just needed to be put into motion.
He got up, leaned in to catch her mouth again in a searing way, and then dislodged to swipe a stack of stuff - sorry, sorry computer - onto the floor in a pile. With a clear space, Dawson grasped Charlie by the hips and helped hoist her up onto the newly cleaned surface. The computer whined from the floor - how dare he knock it over - but he ignored its pull as he slid between Charlie’s legs and leaned in to press their mouths together again.
There was a smug satisfaction in seeing Dawson so readily discard his laptop onto the floor. Ha take that. There's a new sheriff in town, buddy, she thought. She happily let him help her occupy the space where the computer once sat and went right back to their enthusiastic kiss.
Her hands couldn't stop moving; her fingers moved through his hair, then down his back and sides, gently scratching through the fabric, before eventually landing on the front of his pants. She fumbled with the hemline clumsily.
SHREEEEEEEEEEE
She was startled out of the kiss, her attention going to the computer that was currently making some sort of ungodly noise she had never heard it make before.
Mouth pressed against mouth without the usual gentleness one might assume. Their current positions demanded a bit more voraciousness and he was willing to pay that price. Little in his life gave him such motivations and stirred up the level of need, desire, and want he currently had percolating in his bones.
Dawson gave an encouraging groan at the way Charlie’s fingers eagerly pawed at the front of his sweats. Beneath the thin fabric that likely left little to a vibrant imagination, excitement firmed in anticipation of what was yet to come. He’d just pulled up the hem of her sweatshirt with the intent to free her from it when the sharp squeal met him.
“Oh!” He snapped back and twisted, observing the flailing tech struggling on the floor like an overturned tortoise. “My bad, I didn’t realize you hated the floor so much,” his brows furrowed and he withdrew from Charlie long enough to go fetch the thing from the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right,” the laptop made a frowny face on its Home Screen as if to denote how pained it was.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He cradled it, petting the outside of the shell after closing it and then he set it aside where it would be more comfortable. After that, Daws floated back to Charlie. “Now that the kids are in bed,” he joked, leaning over to peel her sweatshirt up and off, tossing it onto the floor behind them. “I think we can continue.”
Her eyes narrowed at the laptop that had pulled him away. You little shit, she thought as Daws apologized and babied it like one would a distressed child. It would’ve been cute and maybe even a bit of a turn on seeing him acting all fatherly if it wasn’t for the fact the little bastard’s display may have just cockblocked her. Internally, she groaned in frustration, resigning herself to a night without the satisfaction she craved. There was always later, when they were home, and the computer could be tossed into the closet and –
She let out a surprised, albeit delighted, squeal when Dawson returned and practically ripped the sweatshirt off of her. Holy shit that was hot. The chilled air hit her bare chest and sent a shiver through her body. Never had she been so happy to not be wearing a bra at that moment because it would move this along quite nicely. Shame she wasn’t wearing the dress though, that would’ve made every part of her more easily accessible.
She captured his mouth with hers, her hands returning to the hem of his sweatpants with added fervor. “Get undressed,” she murmured seductively against his lips. “I want you in me.” There was no pussy footing to be had. Another time - and there would be many of them if she had any say in it - they could be slow, sweet, romantic. At this moment? There was a primal urge that needed to be sated and it needed to be sated now.
Usually the laptop would have taken center stage - most of the time his actions would have favored gentleness with his devices and yet throwing it onto the floor was the reaction he’d gone with. He had no regrets. Like Charlie, he’d been waiting for this moment for a long time and nothing was going to stop him from giving both of them what they deserved. He’d considered this moment for a while, thought about what it might be like if that step had been taken, and now he found himself here, living the reality of that once hypothetical.
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, pulling back to slide out of his shirt and the layers of sweats and underpants. It was easy enough to peel them away as monitoring computers was no elaborate fashion show.
Dawson got Charlie undressed too, and paused for a minute to just look at her. Damn she was gorgeous. It made his breath catch, the sight of her bare and spread out for him. If he hadn’t been completely firm before, there was no hiding it now.
Leaning over, he pressed his mouth against one of her breasts, drawing the hard nub into his mouth while his fingers played at the peak of her, teasing the bud there to draw the moment of culmination out even longer on purpose. He was, absolutely, a shit and he knew it.
If her cheeks weren’t already as flushed as they could possibly get, they would’ve turned red when Daws paused to gaze at her. Charlie wasn’t self-conscious by any means - she knew she looked good even if not everyone would agree - but there was something about him staring at her that made her suddenly shy. Did he like what he saw? Was it everything he imagined if he had ever imagined this moment like she had? Those little questions creeped into her mind and she might have actually let them permeate there if it wasn’t for Daws pouncing on her.
A whimper emitted from her throat, eyes fluttering closed as he suckled at her nipple. That was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time and she was living for it. It almost had her forgiving him for teasing her with his mouth and fingers. My god, those fingers. If he could hit all the right places with those, imagine what he could do with his tongue? That was a pleasant thought that added another shiver down her already quivering body. But that wasn’t what she wanted right now.
“Daws,” she whined, running her hand through his hair. “As much as I like this–” Fingers gripped around the curls as she let out another short gasp. “-- stop stalling, you ass.”
His giggle was muffled by the swell of her breast in his mouth, but he gave a soft pop and a large grin. “Okay, okay, later.” Her fingers in his hair would’ve had him purring had he the capacity for that.
He pressed a kiss between her breasts and then arched up to catch her mouth, guiding himself toward her folds. He could feel her wetness slathering the crown of his organ, and that made him groan. She was ready; why wouldn’t she be? With all of this build up he was liable to explode on contact.
“I love you,” deposited onto her mouth as he shifted, rolling his hips forward. Dawson offered up a soft series of moans as Charlie consumed, not stopping until he was seated firmly between her legs and all the way inside. Again, he paused to understand what it felt like to be singular - a simple seam splitting them apart.
Holy fuck this was hot. He set a hand on her hip, the other dropping between her legs to encourage the hardened bud as his hips began to move.
She smiled around their kiss. Hearing the words said with such certainty had her all aflutter. It was a literal dream come true. Soft moans joined his as he pressed his way inside her, pausing only when he settled himself all the way in. “I love you too,” she returned as she relished him deep within her. She felt so full and warm; it was amazing. Honestly, she could have just stayed like that for a good few more minutes but when he started moving? Oh, that was pure ecstasy.
Her moans grew louder with each thrust and she had to clamp down on her hand to keep them from drawing any attention. They were having sex on a desk in the place they worked as agents. It was late in the night, yes, but there was always that chance someone they knew might be around and stumble upon them because she was pretty damn sure that the door wasn’t locked. That possibility should have mortified her but instead she found herself excited by it. It was a hint of danger, a tempting of fate that elevated their encounter to a whole different level.
“D-Daws.” Her breathing was heavy, voice ragged. This was it. She could feel it swelling in her body, the climax she’d desired as soon as they’d shared that first passionate kiss. “I-I…”
Her good mood sent his into overdrive. Dawson smiled against her mouth, chasing the same high Charlie was. Those little sounds she made were a music he’d never heard before, and now that they echoed through his ears he didn’t think he wanted to ever be without them. Her body reacted to each touch and he loved the way color spread through her as they violated his desk. He’d have to clean it really well later but right now he gave absolutely zero cares.
Sounds of desire and pleasure vibrated in his throat. Watching her coming undone beneath him, for him, was unlike anything he’d witnessed.
The idea of the door being unlocked hadn’t registered. Dawson knew that some of their fellow agents and some of the school staff were insomniacs but it had never occurred to him to bother with the thumb turn on the knob. Honestly, the computer was apt to notify him of any movement from the cameras that might fare important. Well, maybe that was before he’d dropped it on purpose. Whoops.
“Mmm, yeah…” his grin spread, and Daws nodded, “do it, Charlie.” Release. Fall apart. Let him feel what it was like to hit your peak. He wasn’t too far behind her, and each roll of her eyes or hitch in her chest got him a bit closer.
Her back arched up off the table as she let out a gasp. For a second, she couldn’t breathe, her breath caught in her chest as pleasure overtook her. She fell back onto the table, swallowing gulps of air in an effort to get her breathing back under some form of control lest she suffocate from the intensity of her orgasim. He was still moving, pushing past that spasm of muscle, and it made the comedown almost as pleasurable as the release itself. He was close; she could hear it in his moans and feel it within her body as his thrusts became quicker and harder.
Her gaze, filled with love and satisfaction, found his. She managed a smile though her erratic breathing made the attempt shaky at best. “Let it go.” The only words she could muster in her state. She would be cringing when she was back in her right mind later, guaranteed.
The flush of moisture there made his pace smooth, quick. Dawson groaned, feeling her seize and twitch around him. “Fuck that’s so hot,” he groaned as she came apart beneath him. And, she wasn’t wrong. Each pump and thrust meant he got closer to that edge. While the exhaustion nudged his shoulder to remind him it was there and ready to take him.
“Ten four, Elsa,” Daws quipped in a heavy breath. He smirked at her, leaning over to press their mouths together before he could spit out anything else incoherent and dumb.
Moments later he chased the tail of that high, pouncing on it, tumbling with it over the edge. He moaned loudly, feeling himself letting go inside of her. His thrusts slowed, pace rocking gently as he emptied, and his breath was sharp through his nose as he tried to catch his breath.
Oh look, the cringe from realization had arrived sooner than expected. She let out a groan at the quip that was quickly muffled by his mouth against hers. Moments later, going in deep, he did exactly as she had encouraged. She smiled around his mouth, enjoying the new sensation she had never allowed herself to experience before. They would need to have a conversation later when they weren't riding on the high from consummating their love for one another.
Her hand rose to his cheek, coaxing his mouth from hers to force him to take a deep breath. She smirked as her thumb moved along his bottom lip. "Couldn't hold it back anymore, huh?" She chuckled. If he was going to bring Frozen into this she was going all in.
“Hard to hold back when you have encouragement from the hottest lady on the property,” he laughed, softly, leaning into her touch. If that didn’t give you a confidence boost he wasn’t sure what would. If Charlie wanted him to hit his peak, he’d do it and there’d be no fight.
“I have a lot of making up to do.” Which was the honest truth. Whatever conversations needed to be had were the furthest thing from his mind.
Drawing back, he tried to stifle a yawn with the back of a wrist. “I think we should call this,” that same hand waved at the laptop. “If anything was there it would have popped up.” He wanted to go home, shower, and collapse into one of their beds.
“Hey now, don’t exaggerate. I’m not the hottest,” she chided playfully. She continued, joking, “Top 5? Oh, definitely, but the hottest? I don’t know about that.” She gave him a soft kiss. “But I appreciate being your number one.” Honestly, she was pretty sure she didn’t even rank in the Top 40 but it didn’t matter what anyone else thought when the one whose opinion she truly cared about thought she was the hottest woman around.
Her finger touched the tip of his nose. “Damn straight you do.” A grin. “I hope you’re ready because, sir, I have been starving and I plan to eat you right up.” And that was a promise.
“Think you’re right. And I really need a shower. Another one.” With Dawson no longer pinning her down, Charlie was able to slide off the table that she noted would definitely need at least a precursory cleaning before they departed for the night. She’d make sure it got done but for now she needed to get dressed because she was beginning to feel the chill of the room. She hated being cold; good thing she would have her very own human-sized heater to snuggle up with when she got home. That thought brought a stupid grin to her face.
Once they were both properly clothed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up into his eyes with an affectionate smile. “I love you, Dawson Powell.”
“You want to unpack this right now?” Dawson giggled, shaking his head at her, “best leave that box closed, charzilla.” Because trying to consider alternatives at this hour was liable to get him a fist in the nose and he didn’t want to spoil the nice moment. “I should get one of those foam fingers,” he joked, leaning into her mouth. Honestly, he wasn’t much for looks either in comparison to the many others who absolutely far outranked him in the hotness scale. But that had never mattered at all to him in the grand scheme. It was hard to be hot when you couldn’t pay bills due to someone stealing your money. Priorities and all.
“Well, who am I to stop a lady from having her dessert?” So far the cake had been sweet. Ten out of ten.
Letting her up, he untangled their clothes and dolled them out, popping his own sweatshirt over hers for extra warmth. Once dressed, he pulled Charlie close and beamed, “I love you too!”
And the rest of the night went swimmingly after that.