Penelope was surprised, though she tried not to let it show. It was nice listening to Charlie talk about his old home and the job he'd left behind, using words like miss and love, but it was the fact that he'd thought about her in that environment, in a place that would be entirely foreign to her in every way, that interested her the most.
"Yeah? I'm willing to bet I could give you a pretty great reason to stick around." She knew he'd meant her anyway, but she couldn't help but say it, wanting to feel the movement of her playful grin against his lips. She moved then too, ever so slightly closer, but then his hand slipped down from her chest and he was pulling her closer, almost impossibly close.
She closed her eyes then, revelling in the feel of his body pressed so perfectly against hers. She could feel his heart beating at his chest, his lungs filling as he inhaled and his breath rushing over hers as he exhaled... she could feel everything and it was maddening.
"Charlie," His name again, whisper soft but desperate. "please." She could feel herself being drawn forward, her head angling slightly as she pressed her weight against him. That ache for him that was intoxicating before was quickly becoming unbearable. She wanted to kiss him now, needed to, and before he could protest- not that she thought he might- she pressed her soft lips to his, her hand reaching to disapear into his long hair and her mouth opening on the sound of the sweetest surrender.