charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
"I like to think I'm in control of my own fucking clothing, thanks," Charlie grumbled between kisses of her own, trying to hide a grin. This kind of affection was totally new and alien to her. Even her serious relationships had been with less assertive sorts, the kind that she could easily control and keep at arms' length. This was something different. This was someone she considered an equal, and it was very strange territory to her.
"Just the prettiest? I thought 'most badass' would be the proper term," she scoffed as she squirmed, both from the tickling sensation and to free her hands from the oversized sleeves of her hoodie so she could thread her fingers through his hair. It never ceased to amaze her how easily he could make her pulse jump, make heat and electricity sing across her skin with just a few touches. A surprised 'oof' escaped her lips as they suddenly went sprawling across the floor, followed by a playful laugh, and she returned the favor by nipping at his earlobe. "Thought we were going out today?" She asked, even though her hands were already working on getting him free of his jacket.