Elias Bishop (distaff) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-13 06:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, charlie quinn, elias bishop |
WHO: Elias & Charlie.
WHAT: Promposal the Elias and Charlie way.
WHERE: Charlie's Bed.
WHEN: This morning.
RATING: NSFW-ish? But it's not really pornographic. You could probably read it on your phone at work.
STATUS: Complete!
It wasn’t often that Charlie Quinn slept, but after the previous evening she’d been exhausted enough to get at least four or five hours worth. She woke at 8 AM with a soft, sore sounding groan before she pulled herself up and out of bed and wandered off in the direction of the bathroom. When she returned, slipped back into bed, and pulled the sheet up to a comfortable angle she lifted a hand to give the nearest part of Elias a half hearted smack. He groaned in response but if she was awake, he had to be awake too. “I need coffee,” she moaned, “and Marie won’t be here for an hour.” “Sounds like you need to start brewing,” Elias’ voice was scratchy from being awoken far too early than he would have woken normally on a day he actually had off. Right, like she was going to make something for herself if she didn’t have to. Charlie muttered something about ordering from a place that would deliver bagels and one of those coffee boxes. He turned his head to look toward the clock that blinked the time. “Unless you want another round, I’m falling back asleep.” “If I can’t go back to sleep you’re not going back to sleep.” Charlie replied in a flat tone before rolling over to glance at him. But Elias was already snoozing lightly again. This time her smack was more of a slap to his ass, one that echoed around the room louder than any alarm clock could have. “Wake up, asshole.” Elias didn’t bother to open his eyes before he spoke. This time his voice was more normal, but annoyed by the fact he hadn’t left in the middle of night so he could actually sleep this morning. “Charlie, you slap me like that one more time and you’re going to have morning wood to deal with.” “Is three the magic number?” She teased, she didn’t sound tired anymore, or even in need of coffee, one of the limited benefits of her power. Of all the things that was annoying about Charlie, in Elias’ opinion, it was that she was one of those annoying morning people without the bubblegum cheer. “If you would just wake the fuck up and talk now you could go back to sleep sooner.” “Fine.” Elias opened his eyes, then propped himself up on his elbow to face Charlie. The bedding shifted lower than was probably acceptable between friends. But he and Charlie had never started that way. They were something messier and it suited them just fine. “You’re being particularly needy this morning. Are you having a midlife crisis or something?” Well, now she just wanted to mess with him. Midlife was one of those ugly words that women her age never liked to hear, it was like being called ‘Ma’am.’ “I guess you could call it that,” she looked suddenly somber as she leaned a bit closer. “I mean, I’m thirty, a lot of people my age have kids, they’re married, and I was thinking…” It all sounded perfectly convincing Charlie had always been a good actress. Elias pushed her away from him, disgusted by even a small prospect of having children. “Go find some stranger sperm. You’re not getting any of my beautiful swimmers.” Charlie fell back against her pillow, cackling like some kind of evil witch in a children’s cartoon. “I didn’t think you were that gullible, oh my —” but she was laughing too hard to finish the thought. Elias rolled his eyes during her display still not quite able to shove the disgust that was still bubbling within him. Eventually she managed to choke out, “I was just going to see if you wanted to go to the Remembrance Ball, your complexion will match my dress.” “Oh shut up.” He pinched her arm. “Make me.” He wasn’t satisfied until he heard her yelp, then he addressed her offer. “That’s fine. What color are you wearing?” Charlie gingerly touched her arm, “Black, with silver. So, yes or no?” She reached out a hand to pinch him back. Elias answered, all the while attempting to block her from being able to pinch any of his own skin, “Sure, I can work with that color scheme.” “Good, I’m too lazy to look for a real date,” and that was the truth. Jack’s campaign was taking up far too much of her time. Hunting around for a guy who wouldn’t clash with her gown wasn’t something she had time for. If she couldn’t get past his efforts to keep her from pinching him in return. Charlie’s open palm once again slapped at his chest. Elias threw the comforter off the bed, then straddled her. “I did warn you about slapping me again.” |