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Give Me A Second I Need To Get My Story Straight
Who: Charlie & Rylee
What: Charlie’s not done being honest yet!
Where: Rylee’s apartment.
When: Following this; these threads are getting posted out of excitement, but I’d imagine that they happen a little later in the day...
Warnings: Language, maybe some sexy times >.>....

Her legs had clung tight to the body of her motorcycle, taking each curve and turn more sharply than usual. The confrontation with Rylee was long overdue, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to be pissed, and needing an exit. Why wasn’t he able to leave well enough alone? They’d been getting along perfectly well, just like how they had been back in high school. But no, he’d had to go and nitpick and worry everything...

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. That much she had to admit to herself as she pulled her head free from her helmet and entered whatever nameless establishment she’d picked for the night. She claimed a stool at the far end of the bar, snarling at anyone who came near that wasn’t offering her some sort of liquid amnesia. But he had still cornered her... Why? Probably because he cared, and that both irked and shamed Charlie. The former because the idea of someone giving a shit about her made her feel responsible for them in some weird way. And the latter was rather self-explanatory - because she was still basically crapping all over everything he was trying to do.

One drink turned into three. He was only trying to help, like always. Even when she’d walked out all those years back at Quantico, having no intention of trying to remain friends because she believed that he was done, too, he’d kept in contact. Why she couldn’t just accept this generous nature toward her she didn’t know - when it was smoothing things between her and others, she was always glad of his company and ability to socialize. But instead she was always content to torment and tease him, and for some reason, expected the same. Five drinks turned into seven, and now things were really making sense.

She’d made a horrible mistake, a terrible thing that was probably going to ruin their relationship and Charlie would end up losing him, permanently this time. It was probably a fluke that they’d even ended up in the same apartment building this time around, but it was still a twist of fate that she should be appreciating, not abusing. She had to make this right, but whatever she did, it would have to be something big, something that told him that everything he ever did was the right thing, that he had always been right and that she was so, so, so sorry.

Using the bar phone - because she’d stupidly left her cell back at her apartment in her rush to get away - she got a tow truck to take both her and her bike home.

The floor of the lobby was like a moving puzzle, but she managed to navigate it well enough to get to the elevator. Numbers swam before her eyes, and yet she was able to pluck a seven out of the mishmash in the air. Thankfully the walls were firm and she was able to lean against them for stability until she arrived at her destination - well, partly. She had to be really, really careful, now, because accidentally ending up at the wrong apartment door would prove disastrous. Especially so if it were the apartment of one particularly arrogant SWAT member. He’d never let her live that embarrassment down. But somehow she managed to find her path to Rylee’s door like it was outlined with brightly colored paint; the tricky part after that was getting her key in the lock.

For a moment, the thought that he’d changed the locks on her in the brief period of time she’d been gone flew through her mind, and that that was the reason why her key refused to fit almost had her in tears on the floor, but she was determined to keep trying. Surely if he was within, her muttered cursing and the scraping of her ill-timed attempts would bring his attention regardless.

Rylee was in his study reading more information about Greek deities, his eyes growing cross and names mixing. It was late and he was ready to go to bed but his mind was still on the dreams and deities. In pajama pants he sat at his desk until he heard the scratching at his apartment door. Getting to his feet he slipped out of his room and lingered in the hall. It distinctly sounded like someone was trying to pick his lock.

He felt his anxiety build and stepped into his bedroom, retrieving the glock he had hidden in the closet, and made slow and quiet steps to the doorway. He looked through the peep hole and saw only the top of someone’s head as they bent to the lock. Slowly, with an ease that came from training and only that since his nerves were through the roof, Rylee opened the door.

A quick sigh left his mouth and the gun was placed on his counter with the safety on. “Charlie, what the hell are you doing here?” He said with obvious relief until he caught the distinct smell of liquor. “...Charlie are you okay? You didn’t drive back from the bar did you?” The anger from earlier quickly built up again and he clenched his fists as he looked at his friend.

Suddenly the door was open and the crouching position she was in made Rylee seem leagues taller than he usually was. Using the frame of the door as a crutch, she slowly got to her feet and shoved her keys in her pocket - which missed, the first time around, and she had to step back and bend over, a process in itself, to pick them up. Finally when she was back on her feet, she leaned into the frame again and pressed her cheek to the cool wood.

“No, Ryry, I ain’t that dumb. I called a fuckin’ tow truck, I know I said I tried to kill myself once but it was just the once an’ I didn’t do it again. Are yah gonna make me stand here in the hallway and do this or are yah gonna let me in?” Her voice was slim and low, and she looked up at him expectantly - part of her waited to get the door slammed in her face, as was only deserved. Brown eyes stared at him desperately, begging for one last chance.

Despite his annoyance he couldn’t help but make a small smile. “You haven’t called me Ryry in years,” he commented as he moved back and held the door open. He looked Charlie over and shook his head disapprovingly. “You aren’t dumb, stop saying that about yourself. You just... make poor choices. How much did you have to drink?”

Annoyed? Yes. But that still didn’t stop Rylee from putting out a hand, just in case Charlie needed something to grab onto for balance, because from what he could tell she was plenty drunk and not having a very good time with standing up straight.

“Either enough or not enough for what I’m about tah do but I guess we’ll see won’t we,” she muttered, taking a cautious step into the apartment. Her knee buckled underneath her and her hand reached out snake-quick to grab his; it was warm and her mind was instantly wondering if the rest of him was the same.

“Look, I know I was stupid earlier, I said a bunch’a stupid shit, fuckin’ corner me like that, it’s like cornerin’ a dog, it’s gonna bite, Ryry, but I’m sorry, I really am, I just fuckin’ handle things really, really badly, I mean, yah know that, you’ve known me fer years, since we were fourteen, so yah know, and it’s good that yah do but I still gotta make it right ‘cause I don’t wanna make yah go away,” she blabbered on, using him to remain standing.

Keeping a firm grip on his hand, she started to tug him back toward the couch as though encouraging him to sit as she made her inane explanations. “I cain’t stand yah bein’ mad at me, I cain’t, I never seen yah so angry, I’m sorry I made yah that way, I won’t do it again, I swear, I know what I can do to make it better.”

Rylee listened to Charlie silently and as she began to pathetically try to direct them to the couch he slipped an arm around her small waist and led her towards the couch himself. His sure footing against the cold floor stabilized her sloppy steps. “I’m not going away, Lee, don’t worry about that and I’ll get over being mad at you, okay? I’m not gonna lie, I’m still a little annoyed, but it’s not like I won’t get over it. So, you know, don’t worry about it.”

He sat down on the couch and gave her hand a squeeze, not sure if she wanted to take a seat as well or continue standing. The dim living room was chilly compared to his little study and his bare back was covered in goosebumps for a moment. He smiled at her, a small one that wasn’t his typical beaming expression. “And what are ya going to do to make it better?”

His explanations soothed her a little, but it wasn’t enough to calm the worry in her mind. She could feel a slight trembling in her limbs, both from fright of what she was about to do and the deep desire of how much she wanted it.

“This,” was all she said in reply, and then Charlie did what she did best - just acted, no thinking, sliding onto his lap to straddle him. Her free hand cupped his face, her mouth finding his like a compass pointing true north, pressing hard and sloppy. She kissed him in the same way she had that night in his car after graduation, just taking everything by force whether he wanted to give it or not, because it was hers, it always had been. Her body was flush to his, and she pulled away from his handholding to rip off her leather jacket, throwing it across the room and hearing something crash to the floor as it made contact.

But she was much too intent on her plan, it had to work, it just had to, and her hands went to his face, fingers and nails raking through his hair as she cinched her lips against his like stitches. Her pelvis ground against his crotch, the thin pajama pants doing little to hide the rest of his body from her, and her mind was cleft in twain between the sensation of their compressed mouths and the confusion of how to get the rest of her clothes off without breaking away from him.

The last thing Rylee had expected to happen was this. It shocked him more than anything. After ten years since their first kiss he had imagined doing this again, this moment where they were pressed to one another with emotions running high, but he hadn’t really thought it would ever happen. Especially not after all that had happened earlier in the day.

Quickly overcoming his surprise, Rylee’s hands tentatively went around Charlie’s waist and he pressed back against her lips. Already he was growing excited and he felt his cheeks flush to think that Charlie may very well feel just how excited he was. But he pushed that aside, letting his cheeks grow hot as he kissed her back and wrapped his arms tightly around her as he drew her close to his body. The kiss they had shared after graduation hadn’t been his only: he had dated and experienced different women since that fateful night, so now he knew what he was doing. He was more skilled. And he quickly brought up all the lessons he had learned in the art of kissing and applied them to the ones shared with his best friend.

Her shirt - that would be the easiest, she’d deduced, and she broke the kiss for a moment as her hands reached down to pull her upper garment off, slowly revealing parcels of white skin. For a moment she floundered, getting it stuck while trying to get her head out of the top, and then the dark piece of clothing went flying across the room. Jeans, boots, and dark green bra were all that covered her now, and her hands clumsily pawed at his broad shoulders, face knocking forward gently into his as she resumed their earlier lip-lock. All of her movements were awkward and stunted, the intent clear but the execution misfiring.

But Charlie was aware of none of this: all she knew was that his arms were around her, he was goading her on, he was accepting this. Things would be all right, maybe, but her mind was so clouded that the idea that she wasn’t thinking straight eluded her entirely. Instead her hands helped themselves to his body, sliding over the hard-won muscles he’d earned through his military service, touching him wherever she pleased.

Rylee let out a little gasp, his eyes lowering as he watched Charlie struggle out of her shirt. Fumbling, he tried to help her, but then his hands were on her breasts, although covered by the bra, touching an area he had always had great interest in but never had the chance to experience. Unwrapping one arm from around her, he gently guided her face with a finger hooked under her chin so that their kissing was more even.

He bit at her lip then darted his tongue into her mouth, trying to explore every piece of her that he had always dreamt of, always wanted; Charlie responded in kind, a small moan breaking loose in the back of her throat. Then he broke away from that kiss and planted smaller ones on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. He grinned at her, his typical grin that lit up his entire face, he was happier than he could vocalize but Charlie was sure to feel how happy he was.

Brushing back her hair from her face he kissed her again, gently, lovingly, and pulled her closer to him still as her bare stomach pressed against his naked torso. She snuggled into him, her hands drifting lower and lower, feeling his rigid member pressed against her thigh. Fingers found the edges of his pajama bottoms, pulling them away from his skin to edge along his hip bones before one daring appendage darted in further, groping its way blindly to wrap around his length.

“Shit, what is that, a fuckin’ pipe?” She muttered soft, a wicked grin slicing her face as she gave him a gentle squeeze, her other hand unzipping her fly. “Help me with my pants, I want you in me, Ryry, then everything will be OK, I promise, you won’t be mad at me anymore,” she continued, leaving her own pants alone to try and pull his further off. Everything was going so well, finally she’d found a good idea, and what was more, had the balls to try and pull it off.

Rylee almost went with it. He was moving his hips, letting out a small groan from the touch of her hand on his member, and he was happily aiding her in the slow pull down of his pajama pants, but then a moment of sobriety hit him. It was like her drunk mindset had taken over his own. He was getting carried away, though he wanted this. Oh, he wanted this so much. But he knew Charlie, sometimes he thought he knew her better than she knew herself, and what he knew was that Charlie would likely freak the moment she sobered up.

“No, no, Charlie... Lee, we can’t,” He let out with a sigh, nearly sounding like he was ready to cry but also trying very hard to sound comforting to Charlie. He ran a hand through her hair again and brought both hands to her face, cupping it and turning her face to look at him. “Lee, I want to so badly, I’ve dreamt of this, but you’re drunk... you’ll freak when you sober up. And... I don’t want you to do this to me just because you think it will take away my anger. Believe me, the anger is already gone, but we can’t do this... not like this. Not because of what happened before.”

His voice was wavering as he tried to explain, tried to avoid Charlie growing angry, and in some ways tried to convince himself that this was what was meant to happen. She stared at him, confused, slowly pulling her hand out of his pants. He was saying no? Why was he saying no?

“You don’t want to have sex with me?!” Her voice was timid and frightened, breaking from frustration at the apparent misunderstanding, and her mind immediately shifted to panic. She pushed back and away from him, trying to stand and landing hard on her butt on the coffee table. Her face registered the pain, laced with worry as her hands pushed hair out of her face.

“Oh shit, shit, oh shit, I fuckin’ ruined it all, oh fuck, shit, I knew this would happen, I fuckin’ knew,” was a steady chant from her mouth, her eyes already overflowing with tears. It seemed like it was all going so well, but of course she did the wrong thing, she always did the wrong thing. She started to try and look for her shirt, lost in the course of things, and the distress from being unable to locate her clothing was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Charlie folded over, sitting on the coffee table, in her bra, and started crying into her hands.

“No, no, Charlie, please don’t cry,” Rylee scooted to the edge of the couch, his hands hovering around her for a moment then settling on her bare arms. “Please, please don’t cry. I do want to have sex with you, Lee. I want to so badly. I’ve dreamt of this, literally, you shared that dream with me.”

He brushed at her hair and leaned closer, his concern for her squashing any nerves as he began to leave light kisses on her lowered head, her cheeks and the hands that covered her crying eyes. “Please don’t cry, Charlie, please don’t. I just... I think you and I would both enjoy it more if you were sober, that’s all. Okay? It doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it. Just... why don’t you sober up first. Okay? You sleep it off a little and then we can do this. It doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”

His hands were pulling back her hair then running down her bare back as he continued to cover her with kisses. Pulling back only temporarily he didn’t see where Charlie had thrown her clothes but didn’t honestly care. Looking back at his tear-stricken friend, he let out a little sigh. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you calmed down.” Without permission he slipped an arm under the backs of her knees and another around her bare back. Lifting her with absolute ease he pressed his face into the curve of her neck briefly. The smell of her, twinged with alcohol, nearly broke Rylee’s resolve and caused a small waver in his whispered voice. “We can go lay down, okay? You can sleep in my bed for the night. Let me put you there and I’ll get you some water.”

She gave no complaint to him lifting her, instead sniffling pathetically and letting her arms instantly wrap around his neck and shoulders, hands maybe still groping a little at the hard muscle under his skin.

“OK,” she replied, her voice still small. “But yah have to lay down with me, please?! We don’t have tah do anythin’, you jus’ smell really good and oh shit I probably smell like liquor, don’t I? Shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Ryry,” she started babbling, setting her face next to his. He was so strong, like she could just forget everything else and let him take care of her (which she knew she’d never do, not when she was sober). Charlie wanted to kiss him again, to still prove yet again how sorry she was for how she was acting, for screwing things up further.

“You do smell a little like a bar,” Rylee said with a small laugh and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he began to make his way towards his bedroom. “But it’s okay, don’t be sorry.” He made his way down the short hall, noting that he’d have to turn off the light to his spare room, and entered his darkened bedroom. Luckily, he had the curtains pulled back, letting in the dim lights from the city which made his path to his bed rather clear.

Gently he laid Charlie down on it and stood beside the bed, stroking back her hair as he looked down on her. “Let me go shut off the lights and lock the door. I’ll get you a glass of water and some aspirin, okay? I promise I’ll come back and lay down.” He bent forward, wiping at the tears on her cheek before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Hands pulled at his arms, bringing Charlie into a sitting position. She wasn’t crying fresh tears, in any case, though her face was starting to puff up; thankfully it wasn’t noticeable in the darkness. “OK,” she mumbled, but she was already moving her hands to his face, pressing her mouth to his because she didn’t want to let go. The earlier misgivings of him not wanting her were calmed, and even if she had promised that they didn’t have to do anything, that didn’t mean she couldn’t kiss him, right? And she wanted to, so badly.

“Yah taste really good,” she mumbled, bringing her face back just enough to speak, eyes studying his face up close. Hands cupping his face gently yanked at him for more.

Rylee grinned and pressed his lips to hers, a deep and rushed kiss to hopefully leave her breathless as he pulled back. “I’ll be right back! Promise!” He moved quickly from the room and darted through his darkened apartment. Locking the apartment door he slipped into the kitchen and got a glass of water. On second thought he dug through his cabinet for some crackers in case Charlie needed anything to snack on. It wasn’t the typical food she’d probably enjoy but it would be enough if she felt hungover in the morning.

Juggling the box of crackers and full glass of water he turned off the light in his study and grabbed aspirin from his bathroom before returning to the room. “Crackers, water, aspirin,” he announced as he placed them on the night stand next to Charlie’s side of the bed. “I’m just going to leave them here for you, okay?”

He climbed over Charlie, pausing to kiss her quickly again, then let himself fall onto the bed beside her with an ever present smile on his face. “Are you feeling better?”

She didn’t give much notice to the things he brought, offering a simple nod but entirely occupied once he was in the bed with her. Hands immediately went back to touching, sliding her body close to his and pressing her mouth on him once more.

“Mhm, much,” she whispered, her voice still sounding like a beaten dog but her face was smiling with both her lips and her eyes even with the red and puffy skin. Wriggling away from him for a moment, Charlie slipped out of her pants (the muttered words “fuckin’ pants, too fuckin’ hot” accompanying the motion), the fly never resealed after she’d originally opened it; she kicked the garment away and off the bed, and then turned her attention back to Rylee. Though she promised that they wouldn’t do anything, it was difficult to keep from wandering to places that she wasn’t supposed to go.

“Pants are a no-no,” she muttered to herself when her hands drifted too low, instead choosing to press them to his chest and abs as she moved her face closer to his again for more of his taste.

Grinning as he leaned into her kiss he gripped her hands. “Pants are a no-no. ‘Cause I think if I took off my pajama pants we’d be doing a lot more than this.” His willpower was there, but it wasn’t that strong; part of his mind was kicking him for refusing something he had dreamed of for years: how stupid of him to pass up sex from her! But the reasonable side of his brain gave a nod of approval. This was for the best.

“So all this time you’ve been pushing me away...” Rylee muttered, pulling back and resting his head on a pillow as he brushed back her hair. He had wanted to do that for so long, just to brush his fingers through her hair, and each time he did it his smile broadened. “You wanna get under the blankets? It’s a little chilly in here, I don’t want you to get cold.”

“Mhm,” she responded, though her actions left her pressing her mouth to the side of his neck, feeling out the contour of his throat. Her hands tangled with his and pulled them around her waist, encouraging him in holding her, because his warmth was enticing and the strength in his limbs made her feel safe. “Yer warm enough, very warm, an’ did I tell yah that yah smell good? Really, really good,” she continued, losing the path of his question and veering off into her own thoughts as she wrapped a leg around his hip. A shiver encouraged closer contact, and her arms slipped around his waist. “I’m not pushin’ yah, where am I pushin’ yah?”

He laughed and pulled her close. The cool night air made him feel chilled but the contact of her warm skin against his was nearly enough. Still, with her gathered in his arms, he scooted down on the bed and grabbed the spare blanket he had thrown there. Pulling at it, the fabric came loose and fell over their bodies. “I meant that every time I would flirt, every time I would try and take your hand, you didn’t seem to want it. I thought you didn’t want me.”

A trail of kisses were made along the side of her face and down her neck. He bit lightly at the flesh there and his hand lingered at the hook of her bra. He wanted it off, he wanted to see her completely naked, but he wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea. He didn’t want to lead her, and himself, on by tempting themselves further.

“Oh,” the word popped out of her mouth with true surprise. The blanket was a grand idea and she instantly felt warmer; the combination of that and his warm skin made her feel content, and her neck arched from the feel of his mouth.

“I dunno, I...” It seemed like she was never done explaining why she did what she did. “I don’t want yah to go away. If I like yah like that and yah go away, I’ll end up like my dad.” Her hands went to cup his face, moving it to be able to make eye contact and be sure that she was being heard, understood. “So I told myself I cain’t like yah like that, that I don’t, but I guess I do. A lot. I like yah so much, Ryry, yer like my favorite person ever, an’ yah cain’t go away like my ma, all right?” Her face took on a desperate look. “Yah disappear on me like that an’ I’ll fuckin’ hunt yah down and kill yah, I swear, ‘cause I don’t wanna be like my dad,” and just like that the tears were back again, cracking her voice and pooling around her eyes.

“Oh, Charlie,” Rylee cooed and began to give her quick kisses again. Her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and kisses to her tears. “Sweetheart, if you haven’t gotten rid of me yet, I doubt you’ll get rid of me any time soon. Not now, not after you’ve been so honest with me, I’m here for the long run, Lee.”

He kissed her face again and used his thumb to wipe at her tears. “Please be happy. I won’t leave you, I promise.”

“Good. Good,” she replied, hands, fingers and nails sliding through his wild golden curls. “‘Cause obviously I’ve been tryin’ but I guess I ain’t figured out how to make yah go away yet, an’ that’s good, really good, cause yah bein’ aroun’ makes me happy,” she continued, tears still pouring out of her eyes even as they were smiling. Charlie pulled back from him for a moment to wipe at her face, rubbing her eyes. “Fuck I must look like shit, all this cryin’, I’m sorry, I cain’t do anythin’ right.”

“You look fine,” Rylee continued in his softly spoken voice. “This is a happy moment, you don’t need to cry. And you did just what I hoped and prayed you’d do. I never thought you’d come here like this.” He grinned and grabbed Charlie, pulling her quickly against him and rolling himself on top of her. “This is probably the best night I’ve had... right next to you kissing me in my car after graduation. Well, before you puked.”

Arms instantly hooked under his shoulders, her legs cinching around his waist with no embarrassment; the weight of him on her made her breath hitch in her throat, her body unconsciously writhe underneath him.

“At least I didn’t puke on yah,” she teased back, one hand moving from his shoulder blades to thread fingers in his hair in an effort to pull his mouth back down to hers again. Why she’d been denying herself this for so long was a mystery, especially when it felt so good. Her tongue slid into his mouth, exploring the cavity as her hips gyrated against him.

A moan escaped Rylee’s lips and he froze, hanging his head and trying to calm his quickly beating heart. “Jesus, Lee, you are making it really hard for me to behave.” He let out a laugh and buried his face into her neck, biting and kissing it as he lowered himself down to be supported by his elbows. One hand freely reached for her breasts, slipping under the dark green bra and caressing her. Just touching her was nearly enough to make Rylee want to throw away his morals and rip off the rest of their clothes. Again, he had to tell himself that Charlie would panic in the morning if they had sex. He knew it.

“Sorry, sorry,” she gasped, as she tilted her head away, stretching her neck out for the sensations he was giving her; Charlie’s back arched. “Yer not stoppin’, though,” she teased again, her mouth curving arrogantly, one hand trailing nails down his back. “I like it when yah touch me, please don’t stop, I do, it feels so good,” she muttered, her hips still moving against him mindlessly. Little passionate noises emanated from her mouth in encouragement, completely enraptured by anything he did.

Rylee groaned and pressed his hips against her. Thank god for the pajama pants and underwear. Two very thin pieces of fabric standing in the way of what Rylee wanted to do so badly. He let out another groan, this time not being from pleasure, and rolled off from Charlie. He let himself drop onto his back, laying next to her with his arm brushing hers, and let out a long sigh. “We can’t... we can’t do any more. I want you so much, Charlie, and I don’t want you to be upset in the morning. We gotta stop.”

Going to his side he looked at Charlie and brushed at her hair again. Giving her a kiss that nearly deepened into something longer and more exciting, which Rylee was trying to stay away from, he pulled away. “I’ll be back in a minute... just... uh... just stay here.” Charlie watched him go in some confusion, pulling the blanket around her tightly to make up for the empty space he was leaving behind in the bed. Her eyes were starting to feel heavy and without Rylee as a distraction they slipped closed for a moment.

He slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom; closing and locking the door behind him before turning on the faucet to prevent Charlie from hearing him relieve himself of the sexual frustration she had caused.

Feeling much more relaxed, Rylee returned a few minutes later and slipped back into the bed. “I’m sorry about that,” he whispered, his cheeks blushing even in the dim light. Snapping back to consciousness, she tossed the blanket over him like a net, slipping closer to him in order to tangle her limbs around his body once more. Her leg snaked over his hip and arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as she could get.

“No, no, don’t be, I’m sorry, I shouldn’ be pushin’ yah,” she murmured, just as she was about to start up the same number of frustrations she had previously been doing to him. But her limbs were heavy, Rylee was warm and comfortable, and sleep sounded really, really good. “Yer such a good boy, Ryry, my good boy.” Pressing her face into his chest, she gave a relieved sigh and closed her eyes again.

Rylee smiled and kissed the top of her head as he slid his arms around her thin frame. “Yes, I’m yours.” He shifted on the bed slightly, pulling a pillow down and sticking it under his head before becoming more comfortable. It had been a long time since he slept in a bed with someone but despite the few girlfriends he had in the past, they never seemed to fit so perfectly in his arms. Pressing his lips to the top of her head one last time, he felt her body going limp and her breathing become soft. He waited until he assumed she was asleep (and he was sure of it when she started her usual snoring) and then closed his own eyes, allowing sleep to grab hold of him while he held his Charlie close to him.