Charlotte (charlieangel) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-12 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-21, charlotte |
better every second
Who: Charlotte and Ransom
Where: His house, his truck
When: Night
NSFW
Once things had calmed down a little, the night had gone smoothly. Ransom's mother had been a bit doting, but that was expected, and Locke had refrained from any more embarrassing comments. Best of all, Mayze had forgotten her fabulous new phrase. After they'd helped clean up in the kitchen, Ransom and Charlotte had wandered up to his room, one of the very few times they'd spent any time alone in there. Ransom never felt alone in his house, but at least they were giving him space. "I can finally breathe," Ransom said with a little smile, taking Charlotte's hand.
Having finally relaxed a while ago, Charlotte smiled back and squeezed his hand. "Feel better?" she asked. She did. She kept having nagging thoughts that Locke was going to hate her for the rest of her life, but she was pretty sure she'd done the right thing. She hoped so, anyway. She could harp and worry later, she didn't feel up to it right now.
"Yeah," Ransom said, fingers threading through hers. "I just had no idea how it would all go, so it's hard not to... you know, expect the worst. Even if the worst didn't really make sense." He honestly couldn't see his family being upset by his decision, and was glad they hadn't been. He wasn't sure what he would have done at that point, but he was positive they wouldn't have stayed for dinner. "I'm sorry about Locke, though," Ransom frowned. "I wouldn't have left you alone out there if I'd known he was gonna bother you."
Charlotte smiled sheepishly and shook her head. "It's not your fault... I just hope he doesn't hate me for the rest of our lives for trying to put him in his place." She hadn't really known what to do. She was only starting to master the art of quick wit and sarcasm with friends. Ransom's younger brother? Not so much.
"No, he won't," Ransom said. "There's so many of us, I think it's just his way of getting attention. You're not the first to slap his hand for it, and I don't think you really slapped." Ransom sure would have, but it would have been up the back side of his brother's head, rather than his wrist. "If he didn't like you, he wouldn't have reacted the way he did afterwards."
Charlotte breathed a small breath of relief and smiled. "Good," she said. It all felt very official, as if they had announced a wedding, but it was very close to that and she knew it. The actual act of mating had done that, too - though maybe not as much for Charlotte. In her head, he had already been the one. And now his whole family knew. She had been unsettled by the idea of telling them - it was just so foreign to her poor human brain, but it had gone fine. This really was normal in Ransom's world. And she fit in it.
Reaching up, Ransom tucked a stray hair behind Charlotte's ear. They'd both been so wound up, that it was hard to let go of it, even now that it was over. "I'm not used to this," he said, laughing softly. "It's like, they're giving us privacy, now that they know. Last week, Locke would've been in here bugging us, or someone would've... It's just so weird." It might have been the traditions he'd grown up with, but it was Ransom's first time to experience it all first hand. "It's kinda like they let me grow up or something. Over dinner."
Giggling at the idea, Charlotte reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. "It's kind of weird," she admitted. "Like I'm waiting for someone to run in. Or that when I leave we'll get all these knowing looks, even if we're not doing anything. But I'll get used to it." Probably. She'd gotten used to stranger, she supposed.
"They'd know if we were," Ransom said, his face growing just a bit red. That was one of the pains of being a werewolf. Their sense of scent was strong, and it was hard to hide something like arousal and what followed afterwards. "Not that I think they'd do anything about it, but I don't think I could do too much with the knowledge that my parents are in the house." Their sense of hearing was just as bad.
She had to laugh softly at the look on his face. "I couldn't either," she said. "Not if I wanted to be able to look anybody in your family in the face again," she added. "Plus I'm pretty sure Locke would torture you. He was quite colorful about much less. I don't think he could ignore that."
"Doesn't mean I don't want to," Ransom said with a low laugh as he stole a kiss. They hadn't been intimate since the camping trip, with all there had been to bring them down. Now that things were starting to feel right again, Ransom was wondering when he could get her alone. "Oh, God, what did he say?" he asked, prepared to be embarrassed. His little brother was far more vulgar than he could ever be, even if he tried.
Charlotte grinned widely after nuzzling him faintly. "I don't think you want me to repeat it," she said. She wasn't sure she could repeat it. Certainly not in the same words as Locke, and any she could manage would probably sound like something out of a ridiculous after-school special from the 50s. "Some interesting mental images though."
Ransom could imagine, and that alone made his face turn red. He just hoped his little brother hadn't completely humiliated him, though Charlotte was still there, so it must not have been awful. "I'm sorry," he grinned as his hand gently rubbed her side. "I doubt he'll do it again. It's a totally different thing to tease you now that he knows you're family. Won't stop him from teasing me, but I'm used to it."
Well that made sense. If for no other reason, Locke knew for fact that Charlotte wasn't a tease. Also kind of embarrassing, but seemingly normal here. "Well. If he does, I suppose now you can always point out that you're getting some and he isn't," Charlotte pointed out, trying not to laugh at the idea.
"I really do think he's jealous," Ransom grinned before pressing his lips to hers once more. Locke might not want Charlotte exactly, but Ransom thought that what they had together was perfect, and just what everyone else would hope for in a mate. He couldn't imagine being happier if he tried. Breaking the kiss, he lingered close, brushing his nose against her own. "Now all we need is a place to actually... get some."
Charlotte stayed close against him, but had to giggle again. "Unsexiest term ever," she murmured. "But still overdue," she admitted. She wished she had a magical grow up button, where she'd be eighteen, and could have her own house and rules, and wouldn't have to sneak around. More than anything she just wanted to be able to fall asleep and wake up next to him. And the physical act of closeness... it seemed like that had been so long ago now. Everything had been so crazy and depressing, but today seemed like a good sign. Things were going back to normal. It was okay to want him again. She didn't have to worry about bad timing.
"Yes," he snickered as he kissed her again. "Wouldn't seem right if I couldn't sleep by you afterwards." If they could figure out a way to make that happen, then maybe he'd find a place for them to fool around. He just didn't like the idea of having sex, then dropping her off for the night. It seemed to cheapen how much it meant to him, to be one with her, an act that had bonded his soul to hers. "I couldn't sneak past your mom, could I?" he asked. "Would Anna tell on me?"
Her smile brightened considerably. She'd had to work to get him to consider that idea last time, and she was quite pleased to hear it from him this time. "Look at your bad influence on me," she murmured, teasingly. "Anna won't tell. We've talked about it. She is my familiar, not my mother's, and she won't be telling my mother things that would get my in trouble. Unless I went out and did something stupid and reckless. This she seems to deem as natural." Thank God a horse had chosen to become Isadora's familiar. A horse that had to stay at the stables. Sneaking around her mother's familiar would have made it impossible.
"You always knew I would get you into trouble," Ransom laughed softly as his fingers teased their way under the hem of her tank top. The last time he'd snuck into Charlotte's house to spend the night, they hadn't been in the best of moods. People had been missing, and he'd just wanted to be close to her, sure she was safe. This time, things might be a bit more tricky. Anna might deem it as natural, but Ransom suspected her mother would still be upset if she caught them in bed together. At least Ransom could hear her coming. That might make things a bit easier. "I'm so glad Anna likes me."
Being too friendly in here was a bad idea, Charlotte knew that, but she did move a little closer and nuzzle his neck. "I did," she confirmed, giggling softly. "But I let you. I guess that makes me a willing accomplice." She smiled against the skin of his neck. "Of course she does," she murmured. "And it's a good thing, considering she'll be in both our lives forever now." Still so weird to think about. Her dog was going to outlive her.
"I like seeing that side of you," Ransom said softly as his thumb brushed the underside of her breast over her bra. "I like that I'm the only one who's ever seen it." They'd both lucked into the other being so innocent that everything they experienced, they experienced together. When Ransom first met Charlotte, he'd never dreamed they'd be where they were now, but he sometimes wondered how he'd missed it. It seemed so obvious now. "Sometime I'll have to ask Anna what she first thought of me. You know, it's like another sibling, except she's smaller and talks in her animal form."
Ransom's hands were distracting. Very distracting, actually. Five minutes alone without the world going to hell and it was amazing how swiftly priorities changed. "I'm sure you'd get a good answer," she said. "But she'll think of you as a pup," she giggled. "And I know that's really going to ruffle your fur."
"If I'm old enough to take a mate, I'm not a pup," Ransom pointed out, as if his logic was flawless. Thinking about mating probably wasn't helping any though. His mind shot back to the last time they'd been together, thinking about how long ago that had been. Far too long, that was certain. His fingers dipped under the bottom of her bra and Ransom licked his lips as he cupped her. "Does Anna know?" Ransom asked. That was such a weird question, asking if Charlotte's pet knew they'd had been together. It was going to take a while before Ransom could think of Anna as something more.
Why on Earth was he talking about Anna when he was doing that? Wait, why was he doing that in the first place? In his room? The place they'd totally agreed was not the best... ah... venue, for this sort of thing. She bit her lip and tried to hold her responses to herself, but it wasn't working out for her. She wanted to sigh and press against him and touch him, and all other sorts of things really. "Yes," she finally manged. "She can read my thoughts now, whether or not I try to broadcast them. I had to tell her. But it's okay."
Ransom was aware of what he was doing, but not really thinking about it. If given the chance, he would totally forget about why fooling around in his room was such a bad idea. He'd spent too many nights laying there, thinking about her, and so that now that she was there, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. His attempts at conversation weren't holding up, as he was pretty sure she'd told him that before, but his mind wasn't in the best place to recall such information. Ransom kissed her again, slowly, then attempted to pull his hand away. "If we don't go now, I'll want to make good use of my bed."
Okay, now Charlotte did grown. So. Not. Fair. Leaving was the smart choice, but waiting was starting to sound like a little too much. Her hormones were taking over, but there was still the little voice fighting that Charlotte need to be able to look his family in the face. "Let's go," she murmured, kissing him briefly. "Quickly."
Stealing one last, deep kiss, Ransom straightened her top for her, then pulled himself to his feet. His arousal was obvious and, though he did his best to adjust himself, he was already thinking that a rather swift exist would be a good idea for a number of reason. Even if it wasn't visual, lingering too long would leave a scent that would be clear enough. "Let's go," he said, quickly leading the way down the stairs and straight towards the door. It wasn't until it was open that Ransom called back to his parents. "Taking the truck!" They could figure the rest out from there.
That worked well. Though she'd been getting just as worked up and she had to wonder if Locke would go to his room later and know and oh God-- Not thinking about that, she reminded herself. She climbed in the passenger seat and took a deep, cleansing breath, trying to cool down.
The objective was to get out of the house, so Ransom started up the truck without a destination in mind. Anywhere they could do that wasn't his own driveway was good. This was when he was glad his parents lived out on the pack lands, rather than the middle of town. Ducking onto a dirt side road was fairly easy, and no one really cared. His heart was just starting to slow when he put the truck in park. "Sorry about that," he said with a little laugh, wondering if he really should drive her home. He didn't want to assume that just because he'd started something that they were guaranteed to finish it.
Charlotte chuckled softly, cheeks feeling just a little warm. She felt a little silly. What was wrong with her? Or both of them? Needing to rush out that exact minute to be with each other. But she didn't want to change it. It was kind of exhilarating. "What are you sorry for?" she asked, smirking faintly at him.
"For... I dunno," he said, sure his cheeks were just a little red. "I wanna be with you again, but I'm not used to-- to actually--" He was having trouble putting words to what he felt, and hoped maybe Charlotte understood some of the feelings he was experiencing. He couldn't provide them a place to be intimate, and was flustered that they couldn't just take advantage of it when the time arose. Even if they'd already done it-- twice actually-- talking about it hadn't gotten a lot easier. "I'd say we need a bed, but I don't think we've used one yet. Unless a sleeping bag counts."
Charlotte blushed and grinned, moving slightly to free herself from her seatbelt. "I may not be the most knowledgeable in this, but I'm pretty sure all we need is each other," she murmured, sliding closer before carefully moving onto his lap. "Though your brother says you managed without me for quite a while."
The second she was in his lap, Ransom's hands were sliding up her thighs, pulling her closer. Part of him was afraid she'd be unwilling to fool around in a car, but since she was the one to climb in his lap, that didn't seem to be a worry. "Long as I've got you, I don't care where we are," he confirmed, kissing her lips as his fingers dipped under the edge of her jeans. Her next words had him blushing, but he wasn't quite as bothered as he thought he'd be. "I spent a lot of time thinking about you before I dared to touch you."
Hearing him say something like that filled her with a rush of fire. She cupped his face and kissed him again, dedicating herself to that for a moment before her fingers slipped up into his hair. "Your brother said months," she murmured, her lips still not far from his. "We've been together almost two." She'd had a crush on Ransom for a long time before he asked her on their first real date. It was just interesting to know that went both ways. "You should have said something," she murmured, grinning faintly. "Maybe we would have come to this sooner."
Kisses like that weren't going to keep things innocent, that was certain. By the time she broke to speak again, Ransom's pants felt too tight once more and he was short of breath. He pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers, as he smiled shyly back at her. His body certainly had no issues expressing itself, even when words were harder to form. "It took some nerve to ask you out," he said, eyes closing happily as her fingers played in his hair. "I didn't wanna screw things up. It took a while to convince myself you were interested."
Charlotte wondered how remote the area they were in was, and how safe it was to start removing clothes. With a quick prayer (that yes, struck her as odd - please God don't let me get caught having premarital sex in public), she pulled off her top, and then her hands sought out his belt. "I was too shy," she murmured sadly. "But I knew you were special the moment I met you. You felt kindred."
"We should make up for lost time," Ransom said with a little smirk. The second her top was off, his hands were on her breasts, tugging down her bra so he could suck on her nipples. This was one of those occasions that he wished she'd have worn a skirt, though it really didn't matter seeing as how he wanted everything off her if possible. It didn't take long to remove her bra, as he was finally starting to get the hang of it. "Can we do it like this?" Ransom asked, hands gripping her ass before moving around to fumble with the button and zipper. "With you on top?"
There was no help for the sounds he brought out of her, though she did attempt to keep them as quiet as possible. She bit her lip through another soft groan as she undid his belt and started on the fly of his jeans. She'd been wondering about that herself. "It's either this, or getting out of the truck," Charlotte answered, pausing long enough to pull his shirt off. "And that would just take more time," she added with a grin.
Ransom had heard enough in the locker room to know that girls seemed to like being on top, and he couldn't imagine not liking being with Charlotte. He was curious to see if it made it better for her, though he also knew that time to heal after their first time would help as well. Tugging her shorts down her hips, Ransom lifted her up so she could help get them off. "Don't wanna waste any time," he grinned back at her, then pushed his jeans down, along with his underwear. Hopefully they wouldn't get caught, since there would be no hiding what they'd been up to.
Charlotte pushed her shorts and panties away, them dropping off somewhere on the floor with her sandals. The air in the cab of the truck felt warm, and darn near electrically charged. She moved close to Ransom again, not quite moving to finish it yet. First she kissed him, wanting something more substantial than the little kisses they'd been fitting in between everything else.
For as fast as they'd been moving in the last few minutes, that sudden slow kiss felt like the most erotic thing Ransom had ever experienced. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted her, yet he refrained from rushing things, his fingers lightly brushing down her sides and over her hips. As his tongue slid into her mouth, so did his fingers slide between her legs, just barely teasing. He wanted her so bad, but the kiss was everything, just for that second.
There was a slight tremor in her body, and she whimpered faintly into his mouth. She moved slightly, holding herself just above where she needed to be, which she was pretty sure tortured herself just as much as it could tease him. Charlotte kissed him until she was breathless, and then breathed deeply in attempts to catch it. Not likely. Then she finally took him in, finding the action instinctual, easy, and above all completely amazing.
"Cock tease," Ransom laughed softly, feeling her warmth just above him, driving him insane. It was one thing she certainly was not, though there was something about the anticipation that he enjoyed. Maybe it made finally being inside her that much better, having had to wait. Ransom groaned when she slid onto him, feeling no reason to hold back when they were alone in the car. It felt so natural to have her there, one with him, like he'd be missing part of himself and now was one. She felt so very good, Ransom wondered why it'd taken them so long to do this again.
Charlotte actually laughed a bit too, though it made her color go redder again. "I got accused of it enough," she pointed out. "But I'd rather not." And then he was inside, finally inside, and speech wasn't going to be possible for a minute. She groaned and drove her fingers through his hair, wanting to hold tight to him.
"Thank God," he gasped, kissing her deeply as he began rocking so very slowly beneath her. He didn't want to move too fast, wanted to make sure she was ready for anything he did, but it was so hard not to move at all. His hands moved over her, touching every inch of her skin, before they moved up into her hair, just as hers were in his. Listening to her heart beat, he forced himself to still and share a kiss. His body could wait just one more second.
It was amazing to Charlotte how every position felt so different. This was amazing for the closeness - every part of her was pressed against him, and unlike last time, they were face to face. The level of control she had here was interesting as well. She groaned as his hands moved over her and settled in her hair, and sought him out eagerly when he kissed her. But the stopping she found was a bit too much to bear, and with a whimpering protest she rocked down on him again. It'd taken them so long to get here, she was not particularly keen on stopping!
Putting Charlotte in control was instantly different in that Ransom had a much better feeling for what she wanted and her ability to take it. He liked being able to kiss her, to have his hands free to touch her, and he was more than pleased to find the space of the truck wasn't going to be an issue. He smiled softly at her protest, then groaned when she began to move, lifting his hips to match with her own. It was unbelievable how perfectly they fit together, and it was something he knew he'd never get tired of.
Gasping breathlessly, one of her hands came down to grip at the back of his shoulder. Charlotte buried her face in the side of his neck, occasionally kissing or nibbling at his skin, while her other hand tightened around its grip in Ransom's hair. She'd been worried about being quiet when they first got here, but it was hard to remember that now. She was constantly murmuring his name.
The whole point of being somewhere completely private-- even if it was technically public-- was that they didn't have to be quiet. Ransom would have laughed if he'd known she was trying to keep her voice down in the beginning, but he was thrilled that she'd been willing to speak up now. The way she said his name was like no one else had ever said it, and it was an amazing turn on. As his hips continued to flex up against hers, Ransom panted softly, kissing her temple, forehead, and every other bit of skin that he could reach. His hands slid out of her hair to grip her hips, but they couldn't seem to stay there either. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, and so they continued to slide over the softness of her skin.
As always, his hands on her skin seemed to leave warm sparks, or occasionally even made her shiver. Her body was trembling, and each labored breath was shaky. Charlotte moaned just beneath his ear before pressing her face against his skin. The rocking movements of her body weren't as smooth and steady anymore, but becoming choppier and harder. She was so close, and after the time they'd had lately, she wished she could draw it out forever.
Ransom gasped her name as the tension began to build, his body reacting to hers as much as anything else. This was when being a were made the experience more intense, as he could hear her heart race towards her nearing climax. Her scent was stronger, wrapping around him and smothering him with lust. Even without all that, she would drive him wild, but the combination made it hard to hold back for long. Ransom doubted he would last much longer than her, but doubted she would have a complaint. There was something sweet about finishing together, even if he couldn't do anything about it either way.
When Charlotte finally met her end she wanted to scream, something just barely muffled in Ransom's shoulder, along with frequent gasps of his name. She couldn't believe the way she felt, and how there had been not even a twinge of pain that time. It had been well worth the wait, though now she wasn't sure how she would ever move again. Or breathe. She moaned and turned her face in against his neck, breathing hard, but still planting one little kiss there.
He hadn't realized how very tight she would feel around him when she came, which was something considering how good she felt to begin with. Ransom gasped and grasped her hips as he thrust up into her, whimpering softly before he lost all control. He bucked against her, coming hard, then nuzzling her as he held her close. How was it that every time was better than the last when he'd thought the last time was unbeatable? Not that it was a contest, though if it was he'd enjoy contending. Breathless, his lips grazed her temple, content to let them both settle for a moment and just enjoy the afterglow.
Now Charlotte remembered why once upon a time they'd been aiming for her house. It would have been nice to curl up in bed together now, and not have to move again anytime soon. She moaned softly and nuzzled his neck, before taking a deep breath and resting her head on his shoulder. "Well," she sighed. "How are we going to top that next time?" Then she grinned lazily, showing him she was joking.
Ransom laughed softly and rocked his hips against hers, shivering at the sensation when he was so very sensitive. "I'm sure we'll find a way," he grinned, lifting his hand to lightly massage her breast. At some point, he wanted to be somewhere where he could fully explore her body and take his time doing it. The number of places where they could fool around without fear of getting caught was still slightly limiting, otherwise he suspected they'd be somewhere other than his truck. Then again, he hadn't been in the mood to wait, so maybe not. "Now's when I'm glad we're sneaking into your house tonight, not mine."
Charlotte couldn't help but slightly lean into his touch, as she started running her fingers through his hair. "...Are we going to have to clean the truck?" she realized, rather belatedly. It was hard to be worried about anything right now, as she was nearly criminally relaxed, but she knew that Ransom's siblings shared it, and, ah, well... she was pretty sure they'd marked it.
"Fuck the truck," Ransom snickered, then kissed her with a grin. "I'll clean it in the morning. They can deal." It would be hard to completely remove the scent, but then maybe this would be incentive to just give him the truck. He'd pay his part if that would help. Then again, it was also a sign that he needed his own place, otherwise they wouldn't have been having sex in the truck.
Charlotte grinned back, and happily leaned into the kiss. Okay, forget the truck. "I'll help if you want," she murmured, in between kissing him again. "But right now..." Another kiss, "More important things to think about. You'll stay the night with me, right?" That part seemed terribly important.
"Thanks," Ransom said, still smiling. He appreciated the help, but was amused to find he didn't really care if the scent lingered. Then again, it might embarrass Charlotte, so it was worth cleaning the truck. "Of course," he answered, slowly rocking against her one last time as they kissed. "Wouldn't seem right not to."
Charlotte moaned softly into the kiss, and nibbled softly on his bottom lip before pulling away. "Good," she confirmed. "I think we're gonna have to stash the truck somewhere away from the house. But we'll manage."
With the way he was feeling now, Ransom was wondering just how much they could get away with in her bedroom. He didn't want to stop touching her, and didn't even attempt to do so, instead sliding one hand down between her legs. "We'll figure something out," he said with a little smile as he began to rub her clit. It was too bad his body couldn't keep up with his desires.
Charlotte's jaw dropped and she gasped, staring up at him with wide eyes as soon as she was able. "What are you trying to do to me?" she murmured. Dear Lord, they were never going to make it home. Though suddenly the thought of having Ransom naked in her bed was so ridiculously enticing...
"I dunno," he grinned playfully. "Wondering just how much you'll let me do before you stop me." If she waited long enough, they could do it all over again. He was sure watching her like this would get him aroused pretty damn quick. "Or... we could hurry back to your place and see how quiet we can be in your bed." That sounded even more enticing, if they were both willing to take the risk.
Charlotte closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, really working herself up to try and force this 'speech' thing. "My bed does sound nice..." she murmured in agreement. "I've had a long time to think about having you there with me." A long time, really. "I can be quiet for you, I think."
"I'd like to be there," he said softly as he continued to stroke her. Ransom licked his lips and considered the options. They were going back to her place regardless, so maybe she should decide just when. "You don't have to be quiet here... but in your bed, I can be on top." There were so many options. "...or wherever you want me to be."
With every touch he was making it so much harder for Charlotte to make a decision. "I'm not really an expert on positions..." she finally managed to murmur. "But I like how we experiment." God, what an understatement. "And I liked having you on top. I liked being able to grab your hair and your shoulders... I was just worried I was going to pull your hair or scratch you."
Even without an erection, Ransom's heart was speeding along, entranced by Charlotte's reactions. Now that he'd had sex, he completely understood why guys were obsessed about it, and he felt lucky to have a mate who wanted him as much as he wanted her. "You couldn't hurt me," he said, lips turning up at the thought. Increasing the pressure, Ransom slid a finger into her as he continued to rub. "I like it when you lose yourself in it. Don't worry about me. I couldn't be better."
Charlotte's head tilted back as she let out a soft sound, licking her lips again as she wrapped her arms around his neck again. She immediately started playing with his hair and massaging his scalp. "I guess... we just need to be in a position again to completely lose control."
When she was playing with his hair, Ransom was useless, especially considering their current position. He wanted to melt into her and just let himself feel, and at the same time he didn't want to stop. "I always seem to half lack it when I'm with you," Ransom observed. "You make me do things I never thought I would." This was just one example.
Charlotte knew that feeling, very, very well. "Me too," she murmured. She never would have dreamed any of this was possible. She never would have dreamed that she would want this. And want it rather desperately. "I love losing myself to you. It's a whole other world."
Ransom slowly drew his hand away, sliding it up her belly before letting it settle on her hip. "I say we hurry back to your place, sneak in, and maybe do this again," Ransom said, his voice soft and husky. He had the feeling he'd be ready by then and it would give her a chance to recover. He'd never thought he'd be such a horny teenager, but apparently they were both fully capable of it.
Charlotte couldn't help but shudder at the sound of his voice, before pushing in close for one last deep kiss. She didn't draw it out as long as she would have liked to, but it would have to do for now. At least long enough to get back to her house. "Let's hurry," she whispered, grinning before sliding off his lap and grabbing her clothes.
Hurrying he could definitely do. The kiss was far shorter than he would have liked, but the promise of what was to come kept him from complaining. As soon as she was off his lap, he was pulling his pants back up, his eyes on Charlotte as she redressed. He was looking forward to undressing her all over again as soon as he could. The night just got better every second.