in bloom Who: Charlotte and Ransom When: Evening Where: Charlotte's house NSFW
It had been fun hanging out with Gabe, but when Charlotte got home in the afternoon she was left alone with her thoughts. Valen was working, her mom was at the stables... drat. She knew she could have gone out to the bookstore or visited a friend, but she knew she did need to think about her new bits of knowledge. She'd headed into the backyard to stretch out on the grass by the flower garden, and remained there a long time. It was peaceful.
As soon as Ransom got off work, he ran home and showered, then hurried over to Charlotte's house. He hadn't wanted to come by all sweaty, greasy, and gross, but he didn't doddle either. His hair was still wet when he arrived. Though he knocked at the door, no one answered, and that's when he started listening to the world around him. His feet took him to the backyard, where he saw Charlotte laying in the grass. "Hey beautiful," he smiled, taking a seat beside her and leaning down to give her a kiss.
Oh, wow. Charlotte had completely lost track of time. She'd meant to listen for him around the time he got off work, but... oops. That was a very pleasant surprise, though. She smiled brightly up at him and ran her fingers through his wet hair. "Hey yourself." she replied. "I lost track of time." she explained. "How was your day?"
"Pretty uneventful," he said, his eyes shutting halfway with her finger in his hair. "Just went to work, fixed a few cars, that kind of thing." It wasn't fabulous by any means, but it gave him an income and that was what mattered. Changing oil and flat tires was worth the ability to take Charlotte out. "What about yours?"
Charlotte kept smiling as she tugged him down to lay out next to her. She felt ridiculously clingy. This was starting to become the norm. "Surreal." she answered. "Filled with odd things and zombies." No, zombies didn't count as odd things anymore. Not by a longshot. "But I sent out a mass e-mail for the camping trip and got the planning started at least. People are figuring out who to share tents with."
Ransom laughed as he collapsed beside her, laying on his side. He hadn't heard anything inside the house, and no one had answered the door, so he was thinking they were home alone. It made him comfortable enough to snuggle up to her out in the yard. "Real zombies or fake zombies?" Ransom asked. Real zombies would still be surreal for him. He was still getting used to public vampires. "We still get our own tent, right?" he asked with a little grin.
Charlotte laughed. "In some cases, it was hard to tell." she joked. She grinned and started playing with his hair again, thinking that he smelled much better than the flowers surrounding them. "We do." she answered, returning his grin. "As Gabe and Claire are sharing a tent, and there are a lot of other couples going, distance between tents has been strongly recommended."
He was tempted to kiss Charlotte's neck when she was doing that, and then saw no reason why he shouldn't. He nuzzled against her, kissing then nipping lightly before laying his head on his arm, on the grass. "Gabe and Claire finally got together then?" he asked with a smile. Thank God. Every time he saw them, he wondered what was holding them back. "Distance would be good," he laughed, his face turning red. "I know everyone knows that we're sharing a tent, but I don't really want them to have a good idea of what's going on in the tent."
Charlotte groaned when he kissed her neck, and turned a little closer towards him. "You are a godsend." she sighed, happily. At his question she smiled up at him and nodded. "If I were the betting sort I'd wager they're together enough to make up for lost time." Thank God Gabe knew about mating for life. She giggled softly as Ransom blushed, and her cheeks went a little pink too. "You have plans, then?" she asked, as straight-faced as possible.
Little noises like that would just earn her more kisses. Ransom moved close enough to trail his lips down her collar bone, smiling as he inhaled her scent. "Based on what I've seen of them, I wouldn't bet against you," he grinned. Then his fingers moved up her side, sliding under her shirt so that they could rest on the skin of her waist. "Not plans, exactly. I'd just like to take advantage of the situation, I suppose. And there are things I'd like to try that are better left for when your mom can't walk in on us."
He was just... cheating. She'd wanted to talk to him about things, serious things, but heck if she could hold on to that thought when he did and said things like that. "That sounds nice." she agreed, with a blissful sigh. She had to bite on her lip to keep from pointing out that her mom wasn't here now. He was great at derailing her.
"That's what I was thinking," he smiled against her skin. Giving one last little kiss, he pulled back so he could see her. "I'm looking forward to sleeping with you at night, and waking up with you in the morning. Probably the most innocent of my thoughts, but..." He bit his lip and smiled, just looking at her for a moment. "I love you." Maybe that explained it all.
That just made Charlotte beam. She couldn't get tired of hearing that. "I love you." she murmured back, moving in to kiss him softly. "I can't wait." she added. She was already dreaming about it, she'd be embarrassed to admit.
This was how they got distracted and forgot about the world around them. It was so very easy and Ransom would have been happy making out on her lawn for the entirety of the evening. Except something was bothering him. Smiling, he pulled back from the kiss. "Any special reason you wanted to see me this evening?" He probably would have dropped by anyways, but the fact that she'd asked him to made him wonder.
Ah, crap. She nodded slightly, forcing her mind to the new topic. She wasn't really sure where to start. "I found out some weird stuff today, and... well, I guess I just wanted to tell you about it all. It's kind of a new level of weird, though." she warned. "That, and I always want to see you."
Weird stuff? Ransom wondered what counted as weird when it came to them. He was a werewolf, after all, and she was an animal telepathic earth elemental. And then there were their friends... "I always want to see you too," he smiled. "So, what's the new level of weird?"
Charlotte took a breath, and in the end decided to just come out with it, the way her mom had. "My dad was an angel." she said. "Like... a real one. I never knew, but my uncle sent us a letter with some other stuff and told my mom it was time to tell me."
Well... that was different. Ransom blinked and tried not to look confused. He was familiar with a variety of supernatural creatures, but he'd never heard of anyone actually seeing an angel, not outside biblical stories. He'd definitely not heard of one fathering a child. Weren't angels supposed to be sexless? How did that work? "A real angel?" he asked, hoping not to sound stupid. "Like, with wings? And a halo?"
Charlotte looked thoughtful. "I didn't ask about the halo." she admitted. "But my mom said he had wings that he didn't show people. She said he was different from Biblical angels. That the sorts that live here have different vocations and he was an angel of protection." God, now that she was telling this story to someone else, it did seem so many different levels of crazy. Luckily, she didn't have a lot of fear about Ransom not believing her. That just didn't seem possible.
"You'd be cute with a little halo," Ransom said thoughtfully before he jumped back on topic. "So does that mean you're a half angel? Or is it like being a were-- you're either all or nothing?" He had other questions too, but they weren't the sort that he should ask Charlotte, at least not right now. For instance, did this mean you could kill an angel by human means? He'd have thought it would be far more difficult, but didn't want to bring up her father's death.
Charlotte had to smile a bit at him, amused and appreciative of the comment, before also going back on topic. "I think it's kind of like being a were. I'm not an angel, or half an angel." And thank God for that. She was certain that if she were, she'd be terrified. That was too much pressure, too much to live up to. Or maybe she was just warped. One or the other. "But I'm angelic blooded." she said, softly. This was going to take the most getting used to. "My blood is... holy." Weird.
"Holy?" Ransom blinked. "Like, blessed?" He'd heard that people could be angelic blooded, just like they could be fae blooded, or even demon blooded. He hadn't really understood how that happened, except now he had an example. Charlotte's father was an angel. He didn't even want to think about what kind of person would have sex with a demon. "What does that mean for you?" he asked. "It doesn't change who you are. You're still you."
Charlotte hadn't really worried about that - that this revelation somehow changed who she was. It had been the farthest thing from her mind. Still, there was comfort in hearing Ransom say it. "I can learn white magic faster, my mom said." she said. "And I can bless things with my blood. I haven't tried that yet though."
"The white magic part is cool," Ransom said, then frowned a little. "I don't... I don't like the thought of you blessing things with your blood though. Unless you can do so with your blood still in your veins." He didn't want to see her hurting herself, just to bless things. That was silly. And unnecessary. "Couldn't you learn white magic that would do something similar? Not bless, but... protect?"
Her mother hadn't been thrilled about that part, either. Of course, Charlotte had thought that was kind of useful. Talk about a shortcut. Well, that was going to be a losing argument. She was still certain her mother would have had to seriously reconsider telling her about that part if she'd thought there was a chance Charlotte wouldn't look it all up later and find out anyway. "I'll have to see." she said. "I know you can do wards and stuff. But it might come in handy someday. It's not like I need a lot of it... just a drop, I guess."
"Yeah," Ransom said with a little nod. "I just don't like to see you hurting yourself, that's all." He knew if she was blessing something, it would be for a good cause, but he naturally worried about something like that. "It's probably not something you should tell people. You can trust me though," he said with a little smile. She knew that, he figured, or he wouldn't know at all.
"That's why they didn't tell me until now." Charlotte said, nodding lightly. "My blood's three in one now. I guess... that's worth a lot." She did not like telling Ransom that part, but it felt wrong not to tell him everything. Even the parts she wanted to forget about herself.
At that, Ransom scowled. He didn't like the sound of it at all, didn't even like that direction of thinking. "Don't say that," he said softly. "You-- You're not-- Nobody need to know that. Or think like that. It's wrong." He couldn't properly explain why, but he knew it.
Ugh. That made her heart hurt. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled closer, turning her face in against his neck. "Sorry." she murmured. "No one else will ever know. It's okay." She wasn't in any hurry to tell him about the trust fund she'd also learned about today, but if it dismissed that line of thinking, she was happy to do so. "The other thing that's been blowing my mind is my uncle told me today that I have a trust fund." she said, quietly. "I don't like the idea of taking money I haven't earned, so I've been trying to figure out something good to do with it. I think I might have figured it out."
"I just don't want you to be hurt. I don't want..." Ransom shook his head as he wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to protect her at all costs, especially from hunters who would want her blood. He'd have worried about that longer if she hadn't mentioned something else, a subject that he didn't think could have possibly corresponded to the one before. "What are you thinking?" he asked. He didn't have a trust fund. He barely had a bank account. But Charlotte's family obviously had more money than his, so it wasn't completely shocking.
"I thought maybe I'd just donate it all, but I think I might have a better idea." Charlotte said. She still couldn't put her finger on why the thought of having the money and keeping it bothered her so much, but it did. "Maybe, once it's mine, I can set up a halfway house for people that have been turned. Launch a non-profit organization and put all the money into that."
Having been short on cash his entire life, Ransom wasn't sure what he'd do with a large sum of money. He knew how uncomfortable it made him to receive money from others though, so he understood where Charlotte was coming from, at least in part. "I think that's a great idea," he said with a small smile. He thought of Mercy, and how she was so alone now. He knew she wasn't the only one. "There are a lot of things you could do, people you could help, if that's what you decide to do."
Charlotte smiled a bit, pleased that he liked the idea. "I get it in six months, when I turn eighteen." she said. "That should be enough time to figure out the details." She didn't want to keep it, she knew that. And she didn't need it, she had everything she needed, and a college fund.
In six months. Just six. Ransom wondered if he would ever be able to provide for Charlotte the way her mother had for her. Or her father. Even after he was gone, he was still taking care of her. Ransom wanted to do the same for his own children, but didn't see how, not at the moment. While Charlotte might have the money to do so, he wasn't all that fond of that either, that she'd need to provide where he couldn't. Ransom chewed on his lip for a moment, quiet in thought. "Are you gonna be okay with... with the life I can provide you?"
Ouch. There was that heart hurting again. She wasn't quite sure where the question came from, but she really wanted to make those thoughts go away. She put her head on his shoulder, wanting to be able to look up and see his face. "Of course I am." she said, softly. A small part of her wanted to point out that when they got to the 'providing' point it would be equal and he wouldn't have to just take care of her, but that argument felt rather ill-timed. "I don't care where we are and what kind of life it is, I just want to be with you."
That earned a smile and Ransom's arms tightened around her in a hug. "Me too," he said, looking down at her to give her a kiss. There were lots of things he had to remember, that he could keep in mind. They had time. They could save. Charlotte wouldn't be popping out kids one after another. Hopefully. There was no reason the two of them would repeat his own parent's mistakes. Not that he blamed them... "We can do this."
Charlotte smiled at him, relieved that he didn't seem to worry further and that he believed her. "We can." she murmured. "You know I'd move in with you tomorrow even if it meant living in a tent in the woods." she pointed out. Maybe he didn't know that, but he should. "We'll be fine."
Ransom laughed softly and kissed her again. If it was anyone else, he'd have thought they were being silly, but he trusted Charlotte and knew she wouldn't tease about something like this. "We won't live in a tent," he smiled. "And you've still got a year of school. Something tells me your mom wouldn't approve."
"Killjoy." Charlotte mumbled with a sigh. He had a point though. It was a nice thought that in six months she'd be eighteen and could do what she pleased, but her mom would probably have very strong opinions on the matter. "But noted. I'll go back to living in the now." she promised. And the now was pretty darn good.
"The now's not bad," he reminded her with a grin. "We're going camping, remember? I get to snuggle with you." Which he did upon saying so. "And what your mom doesn't know won't hurt her." He knew, without a doubt, that her mother would not approve of how quickly their relationship was moving. Ransom didn't care. He knew Charlotte was the one. They'd just wait to tell her till she was ready to hear it.
Charlotte grinned and nuzzled his neck. "I'm not going to want to come home." she murmured. "I just know this trip is going to spoil me." Really, how could it not? She was already dreaming about it, and way more excited about the idea of falling asleep and waking up with him than was probably healthy. She was a sap. She couldn't help it.
"Maybe you'll have to spend the night with Jessalyn from time to time," Ransom said with a little chuckle. Now he knew he was being a bad influence. He just wanted to spend more time with her, alone. Their parents weren't going to allow them to have slumber parties though.
He was definitely a bad influence, but Charlotte couldn't help but like it. She grinned and kissed his jaw. "Seeing as I don't see you climbing through my window any time soon, maybe I will." she agreed.
"I could try," Ransom laughed, his hand moving up and down her side. "You already know I'd climb a tree to watch vampires with you. You think I wouldn't try just to spend the night?" That was much more incentive, as far as he was concerned.
She laughed softly and kissed his neck, just beneath his ear. "I'm honored." she teased, lightly. "The things you do for me." And that was a pretty broad statement. God, the camping trip couldn't come soon enough. Just a few more days.
"I'd do anything for you," he whispered, his eyes closing as he brushed a kiss across her temple, then one down on her lips. He'd yet to see how true that was, but he knew it anyways. He didn't have to be tested to know his limits. She was his mate, even if it wasn't official yet.
Charlotte ran her fingers through his hair as she moved closer and kissed him back, drawing it out and making it more substantial than the earlier kisses had been. He was still fully capable of giving her butterflies, and at this point, she figured he always would be. She couldn't imagine a world where Ransom could say things like that and it wouldn't affect her on every level. "I love you." she murmured, before kissing him again.
He loved it when she ran her fingers through his hair. It always made him want to purr, though if he'd been in wolf form he'd have been wagging his tail or rolling onto his back to let her rub his belly as well. Or doing... other things. Things that were brought to the forefront of his mind when she kissed him like that. "I love you, too," he said, deepening the kiss as he pressed her back into the grass, laying against her.
Laying in the grass with him like this was rather intoxicating, even without him kissing her like that. That just made it so much worse, and she let her hands dip beneath his shirt to graze her fingertips against bare skin.
Ransom hummed softly against her lips, enjoying the feel of her hands on his back. His own hands inched up beneath her shirt, enough to touch skin, and he nibbled on her lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth. As always, she tasted amazing.
Charlotte groaned faintly into his mouth, the sound soft and for his ears only as she flattened her hands on his back. All inner-flailing of the day's revelations had been silenced and forgotten, something she would credit purely to Ransom, if she actually stopped to think about it.
He smiled against her lips and pressed his body against hers, the start of his arousal evident against her hip. "Is anyone home?" he whispered, wondering just how heated this could get. It was far too public for him to take off clothes, even if it was her backyard, but that didn't mean his mind hadn't come up with other options.
The question and all its possible implications made her heart skip a bit, and she resisted the shiver threatening to make itself known. "No," she whispered back, wondering if they should head inside. It was hard to drag Charlotte in from the outdoors during the summer, but if anyone could do it, or anything, it would be Ransom, and the thought of private time with him.
That was all he needed to know before his hands began to wander, sliding down over her belly and into her shorts. His fingers brushed through the hair at her crotch before dipping down between her legs to tease gently. He'd never envisioned doing something like this before he'd met Charlotte, but now he didn't quite think, just acted on instinct, and he wanted to touch her.
She gasped in surprise before biting down on her bottom lip, and held tighter to him as she willed herself under some level of control. Okay, going inside wasn't happening now. And she was perfectly fine with that. They had a privacy fence, so she was having trouble with the idea of caring that they were outside. So not important.
Ransom loved those little noises she made, the look on her face as she tightened her hold. "You're beautiful," he whispered, licking his lips as he watched her, as he stole another kiss. He knew Charlotte had never done this to herself, just based on how he knew Charlotte, but he could picture it if she ever did. He liked it better when he was the one touching her, no matter how hot she might have been on her own.
That was another thing that always gave her butterflies, the experience multiplied a few hundred times by what he was doing. She wanted to respond, but found she couldn't find the words. When they failed her, she reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair on the back of his head, and pull him in close for a deep kiss.
As she deepened the kiss, Ransom slid a finger up inside her, his own body trembling in response. Now that they'd talked about it, he couldn't stop himself of thinking how good it would feel if it was his cock instead. He hated to think he was just like all the other guys, thinking with his dick, but knew his heart was in it as well. That had to make the difference.
Thought was barely a part of the process while he did that, but some small part of her had to wonder as well. She knew it would hurt the first time, but she couldn't be worried or bothered by those lines of thinking. It seemed like it would be beyond worth it. If nothing else, the level of intimacy it brought was desirable all on its own. When he made her feel like this there was no such thing as 'close enough'. She kissed him until she grew breathless, and then still couldn't bring herself to pull too far away from him. She was out of breath and her heart was pounding in her ears, but she couldn't get enough of him.
Kissing her, touching her, feeling the grass beneath them and the soft breeze against their skin, Ransom smiled, breaking the kiss so she could breath. "Our first time should be outside," he whispered against her lips. "It's where we belong." He couldn't say why he felt that, except part of it was true. They were children of the forest, just a different sort. Ransom kissed her jaw as he carefully pushed a second finger into her and rubbed his thumb between her lips. He was starting to learned what she liked, what felt good to her, and he took pride in that.
Now he was trying to kill her. No doubt in her mind. She couldn't help but imagine it, which served to intensify everything she was feeling. She was close now, but she managed to find the breath to respond to him. "There's always camping." she murmured, breathlessly. "...or now." Even overwhelmed with all he was making her feel, she recognized that that idea was dangerous, and possibly a bad idea. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel like it would be worth it.
Now? Oh fuck, now?! Ransom groaned, wanting nothing more than to go with that idea and have her right then, there on the grass in her backyard. Except he wasn't prepared, and cursed himself for it, sure he would go buy a pack of condoms on the way home today. Dammit! "Lift your hips," he said as he pulled her shorts down along with her panties. Ransom shifted, moving down between her legs, though he left himself dressed, something else in mind. He didn't give her time to panic before he proceeded to go down on her, licking between her legs and pushing his fingers back in.
At first, Charlotte wasn't sure what to think, just submitted to his request, wondering if he was going to take her up on that 'now' offer. And then he did that and she screamed - actually screamed - before clamping her hands over her mouth. He'd even told her a few days ago that this was something he wanted to do, but she was in no way prepared for it. She felt like she had forgotten how to breathe, but she didn't particularly care. If her heart went out, at least she would go happy.
He didn't know what to expect, but any noise like that had to be a good thing. It was the hottest sound he'd ever heard and it went straight to his cock, hard in his pants. As nice as it would have been to do something with it, his focus was Charlotte and he was enjoying his job. He licked at her eagerly and sucked at her clit, amazed at how good she tasted and smelled. He wondered if that was the wolf in him, reacting to her hormones, but it didn't really matter. All he knew was that it was good, and that she liked this better than the last.
Charlotte had already been close when he'd only been using his hand. Pure shock had delayed the end a little bit, but it still came on, quickly and intensely. She whimpered helplessly behind her hands as she went over the edge, every muscle and nerve she had alight with it as the world seemed to explode.
He could feel her clench around his fingers, wet and ready and shuddering. Ransom moaned and nuzzled her thigh as he let her calm down, gently pulling his hand away before pulling up her shorts. He could hear her breathing, her heart, and waited till she seemed to catch her breath before crawling up her body. Then he kissed her. All he needed was a kiss.
Charlotte groaned as she kissed him, wrapping her arms around him as she did. She felt dazed and almost far-off. Did that just happen? She had every intention of returning the favor, as soon as she was breathing a little more evenly. As it was, she couldn't kiss him as long as she wanted. She looked into his eyes as she pulled back a bit, then smiled shyly and looked away. Of all the times to feel shy. The garden filling her vision, she realized that the closest flowers had re-opened and gone into full bloom. She looked up at him again and grinned. "Look what you made me do."
Ransom hadn't even noticed the flowers till she pointed them out. He laughed softly and kissed her again, his cheeks turning pink even though he wasn't really embarrassed. "So if we ever want flowers in the dead of winter, all we've gotta do is fool around in the garden," he grinned. It was a cool trick, even if it hadn't been on purpose. His hand caressed her hip as he smiled, now a bit shy. "I might have taken you up on that offer, but I don't have... anything with me." There would be other times, he told himself. Like camping. As much as he didn't want to plan a time, he had the feeling that was as long as he could wait.
Oops. She hadn't gotten around to telling him something pretty important, she realized. She blushed faintly, and looked up at him sheepishly. "Don't kill me for not telling you earlier, but... yesterday I went to a clinic and got birth control." she admitted, biting her bottom lip. Her timing sucked. But she had every intention of making it up to him. She waited for a response to that before she made any move, however.
"Oh," he said, smiling slowly as his face turned red. So maybe he didn't need to go purchase condoms. She was one step ahead of him, and just as eager, which really rocked and then some. "Well... that's okay," he smiled. "Better that we have a time that we're not rushed or anything, right?" If they actually got something started and then one of her parents got home, Ransom wasn't positive that he'd be of a mind to stop. That could have been all kinds of bad. "Plus, I really want to be able to lay with you afterwards."
Charlotte really tried not to grin like an idiot at him, but she wasn't particularly successful. "Me too." she murmured, kissing him lightly. "I'm sure it would have been nice..." Understatement of the freaking year, "...but I think it's probably a good thing that we waited." she finished. That said, she realized her heart and breathing were back to normal, so she started kissing his neck as she changed their positions, pushing him onto his back now. "That doesn't mean we're done, though."
It was nice to know he'd made the right decision, regardless of what had stopped him before. Hormones definitely didn't make the best choices at times, so it was good to know his brain had still been able to cooperate with him on this one. "We don't have to wait much longer," he reminded her softly. It was both on their minds and he suspected it would happen at the very first opportunity. "We're not?" he asked with a small gasp as she pushed him onto his back. He hadn't started this just to get something in return, but that didn't mean he didn't want it badly.
Charlotte grinned again, faintly this time, as she slowly kissed down the side of his neck and across his throat. "I don't think so," she murmured, sounding thoughtful as she pressed against him. She nipped lightly at his throat as she ran her hands down his body, stopping when they came to his fly to unzip his jeans, and reach in to free and wrap her hand around him. She wanted to do more than that.
"Help me listen then," Ransom said softly, his heart speeding up at a rapid pace. "It's hard to concentrate when you're touching me." He really preferred not to do anything but feel when he was with her, but he couldn't do anything about that so far. They were always somewhere that they had to be careful, or they'd be caught. Camping though... It was crazy how much he was looking forward to it. Though he'd started to relax in the few seconds between, he was hard the second she touched him.
His voice like that always killed her, but then again, she was always a sucker for his voice, and all the sounds it could make. "You don't need to concentrate right now." she pointed out, whispering in his ear. "In fact, if you're capable of it I'm going to think I'm doing something wrong." she added, teasingly. She stroked him several times, wondering if she was capable of doing what she'd been curious about, and ultimately decided to suck up her nerves. There was only one way to find out. So she moved down his body, and after pumping her fist around him a few more times, slowly swirled her tongue around the tip of him.
He had the feeling she was going to go down on him, but that didn't really make him any more ready for it. Before dating Charlotte, he'd done no more than kiss another girl. He'd heard guys talk, but this wasn't something he would have ever asked her to do. The second her tongue touched him, though, he understood the appeal. "Holy shit," Ransom gasped, trying not to squirm, his cock leaking at the tip. He couldn't close his eyes, though. It was far more exciting to watch her.
She always took cursing as a good sign. It could be a shock reaction, but she was hoping it was more than that. She'd asked him once if the taste of her grossed him out, and she'd been kind of awed that it didn't, but she had a better understanding of it now. This definitely wasn't gross. And she wanted to see if she could get more reactions like that. She carefully took him in her mouth, not wanting to hurt him or do anything wrong. As always, she was okay with learning by doing, and going off of his reactions.
It was a good thing she'd told him he didn't have to concentrate because it just wasn't possible. As good as her hand had felt, this was ten times better, and Ransom hadn't thought it got better! Not without sex, at least. Speaking of which? He could imagine it, perfectly, the feeling of being inside her, hot and wet. Except this was her mouth and. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ransom's breathing was shallow as he reached down to brush his fingers through her hair. As his hand dropped away, his head tipped back and he moaned her name.
That was extremely encouraging. She couldn't help but moan faintly around him. She worked her tongue against him as she took him in further, still moving slowly and carefully, now for both their sakes. She wasn't actually sure how far she could go, but again - one way to find out. She didn't seem to be doing anything wrong. When her gag reflex eventually kicked in she paused, trying to will her throat to relax. When it did, she repeated the process.
Ransom whimpered, his fingers fisting in the grass as he struggled to keep his hips still. He wanted to thrust, but knew that would be a bad idea and he didn't want to do anything that would possibly make her stop. He couldn't believe how deep she was taking him, how absolutely fucking amazing it felt. If a blowjob was this good, how he hell was he going to last in sex? She didn't have to keep it up long, that was for sure. "Charlotte," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum." It seemed important to warn her, though he felt like he'd barely gotten the words out before he came with a groan.
She appreciated the warning, and though she did back off a bit, she let him fill her mouth. She hadn't necessarily planned to do so, but it seemed preferable to making a mess. Swallowing it down felt a little surreal, and even Charlotte was wondering if she'd actually just done that. She milked him through the aftershock, before withdrawing and putting him back in his pants. After, she smiled shyly at him as she settled at his side.
Oh my God. It briefly crossed his mind that he had the best girlfriend ever, but it felt cheep to say so, since it was based on a lot more than the fact that she'd swallowed. Ransom lay on his back, breathing hard with eyes closed until he felt her warmth shift to his side. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her soundly, caring little about the taste of himself on her tongue. "I love you," he said, and rested his forehead against her own.
Charlotte couldn't help but feel a million levels of happy. She felt just as euphoric as she had when he had brought her over earlier. I'm such a sap. "I love you, too." she murmured, reaching up to brush his hair away from his face. "And you're beautiful."
"I can't make flowers bloom," he smiled, blushing a little. He wasn't used to being called beautiful, but he liked hearing it from Charlotte. He just didn't think he was anything compared to her. "I bet we'll have a beautiful garden."
Charlotte grinned at him, and kept on playing with his hair. She liked it, he liked it, why bother trying to control herself? "You did through me." she said. "I don't think I could do all that on my own."
Ransom laughed softly and nodded before kissing her again. It was hard to stop when she was playing with his hair. "We'll make flowers bloom together," he snickered. It sounded cheesy, but he liked the thought. He definitely liked making it happen.