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A Feeling At My Fingertips
Who: Charlie & Rylee
What: Halloween costumes and...other things...>.>...
Where: Apt 706.
When: October 11th; late afternoon
Warnings: NSFW; gratuitous sexy times. Finally.

As soon as the elevator doors sprang open, Charlie was off like a shot down the hall. She had to hold the hoops of her ridiculously large skirt with both arms, as well as handle the large suit-bag she was carrying under her right. The plan was to make it as quickly as possible to Rylee’s apartment before anyone could see her.

Most people would have been proud of the outfit - a large, southern belle dress, all white with red embellishments on the bodice and skirt, with a matching hat that tied around her chin. It had even come with a little umbrella to complete the costume, though Charlie had to buy matching shoes separately; still, she thought she had done rather well, considering what she was planning. Now she was focused on surprising Rylee with it and his costume, though Heaven help anyone who managed to catch a glance of her in the dress.

Second time I’m wearin’ a dress, fuckin’ hell, he is turnin’ me inta a girl, she amusedly thought in her mind, but then she was at the door and trying to jam her key into the lock; she missed a few times, then slid it home and opened the door wide for her admittance. Once she’d darted inside, she slammed the door closed, announcing her arrival to all and sundry, though first she took a moment to smooth her hair back once she’d pulled away from resting her forehead on the door.

Rylee heard his door slam close and smiled as he put away his bottle of aspirin. All day his jaw had been aching, which was steadily making him concerned because it hadn’t been long ago since he had the oral surgery.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Rylee greeted as he emerged from the bathroom and spotted Charlie by the door. He froze, his jaw hanging and eyes growing large. He worked at his mouth, wanting to say something, but found he was incapable of it. Charlie stood before him in a rather long dress, a gown that was reminiscent of a southern belle. The hoop skirt was large, making her already tiny waist look even smaller, and the dress dipped low and revealed her pale throat.

Had they already been in a sexual relationship; Rylee would have thrown Charlie against the door to have her right then and there. Unfortunately, they were still stuck at that inbetween stage. Charlie was continuous in her issues with intimacy, always needing a drink to “relax” her (which quickly turned into “a few” and then unstopping until she was tipsy) and Rylee refusing to have sex with Charlie while she was drunk.

“Wow, Lee,” Rylee finally was able to work out. His eyes clearly going over her body and slowly coming back up to meet his face. A half grin, silly and horny all at once, appeared. “What’s this for? Halloween? Or are you just dressing up for me?”

Charlie matched his grin, her fingers stopping their brushing motion at her hair. A few stray brown locks fell across her face, slashing the wicked expression therein. One hand raised in a chastising motion, a finger pointing in the air.

“‘Course it’s fer Halloween, dummy,” she replied, though her words held the idea that her choice in costume was certainly for Rylee’s enjoyment. Then she grabbed the suit bag that was dragging from beneath her arm and held it out to him, intending that he take it.

“An’ this one is fer yah. Go on, try it on!”

Rylee walked up to Charlie and ran a hand down the length of her arm before taking the garment bag. He bent down, lowering his face to hers and kissed her hard as his free hand circled around to the back of her waist. “You look nice, Lee,” he mumbled against her lips; Charlie was grinning ear to ear, perfectly pleased by his reaction. For a moment, she almost found it hard to breathe. Blue eyes opening and staring at her from only a few inches away, his hand slipped down to her butt, grabbing it with a squeeze before he pulled away and began to move to the bathroom. Still, his eyes were on Charlie as he stumbled backwards until he disappeared into the bathroom.

She was hard-pressed to stop herself from following him into the bathroom; the realization that she was, in fact, moving toward his fleeting figure pulled the lightest of blushes onto her features, and Charlie quickly resigned herself to a seat on one of the bar stools - an impressive feat, since the hoopskirt was a pain in the ass. But her gaze quickly flitted back to where Rylee was disappearing, watching him go with a contented little smirk.

Rylee unzipped the garment bag once he was inside the bathroom. He grinned at the sight of a union soldier costume. Charlie had done well. Slipping off his shirt and pants, Rylee quickly began to dress himself in the material. It wasn’t of the reenactor quality (which was all handmade) but it had all the details that Rylee would want on a costume. He was impressed and proud of Charlie for being so specific and very thankful that she had went out of her way to surprise him.

Ignoring the throbbing in his jaw, other than being careful when pulling the costume on over his head, he dressed with a small smile and turned to the bathroom mirror with the union cap in hand. It took a moment before Rylee could register what he was looking at. There was a sense of disconnect from what he expected to see and what he was actually seeing in the mirror.

The space where his blue eyes had been were emptied and replaced by some type of a glowing, flaming substance. Still, Rylee could blink, he could close those eyes. With a gasp he stepped back, knocking his hand into the soap dispenser and sending it to the floor. Then he could feel the ache in his jaw pushing up and out; so similar to when he would have the ache from his wisdom teeth but it was all encompassing. His entire jaw ached and sent tears to his flaming eyes. With a whimper Rylee opened his mouth and let out a louder gasp. His teeth, who normally were white and small, all were lengthening into sharp pointed fangs. A burning in his throat, a tightening, followed by his tongue feeling flatter and lighter; longer.

Hands flying to his face, Rylee rubbed at his eyes and took a moment to try and calm his growing panic. With a hurried lock of the bathroom door, Rylee turned his attention back to the mirror and a small crying sound escaped. Everything was still there. The eyes, the teeth, the feeling in his throat and the lightness of his tongue. The costume was all but forgotten until Rylee realized he was wearing it and then, with growing panic, he realized that Charlie was waiting for him.

Five minutes turned into ten, and Charlie was beginning to wonder if Rylee was jerking off in the bathroom to his new costume; his taking longer than she had planned was ruining the, ah, ulterior motive she had for selecting such costumes and surprising him with them. She knew it wasn’t the same quality as a reenactor’s, but it was the closest she could find on such a short notice. Her hand settled her chin as she watched the bedroom door for any signs of his reemergence. Nothing.

Well, Charlie was rarely one to wait, and this scenario was no different. They’d already seen each other in various states of undress, so pounding on the bathroom door for his attention wouldn’t be hugely frowned upon. Hopping to her feet and lifting the hoop skirts in order to fit them through the doorway that was a little narrower than was expected to fit such clothing through, she saw that the bathroom door was still closed. Trying the knob proved it was locked as well, and she shook the door in its frame.

“Ryry? Didja try it on? Do yah like it?” Her voice was somewhat anxious, wondering if maybe he was sitting in the bathroom trying to find a way to explain how she’d done wrong without pissing her off.

Rylee jumped away from the bathroom door, staring at it and waiting for it to open until he remembered he’d locked the door. Shoulders dropping, he ran a hand over his hair and carefully kept his eyes away from glancing at the mirror. “It’s great, Charlie. It’s a great costume,” he said weakly before squeezing his eyes closed. “Um, I’m just... I’m just having a problem. I... I’ll be out in a bit, okay?”

He took a chance and looked at the mirror, frowning when he saw that he was completely unchanged. Of course he was, he could feel the sharpness of his teeth and his flat, rough tongue.

Despite his words, he sounded less than thrilled, which only served to ratchet up Charlie’s anxiety.

“Well, can I see it? Maybe I can help with whatever the problem is. What’s wrong, can’t get a button?” She tried the door again, as though perhaps it had magically unlocked in the short span of time since she’d tried it. “Is the size too small? ‘Member how yer shirts and pants were goin’ missin’? That was me, I was tryin’ to make sure I had the right size...”

“Oh, no, Lee,” Rylee replied with a gentle sigh. “No, you got the size perfectly. It’s great, really, it’s just... I’m having a problem with something else. Not the costume. The costume is great. I’m just... I’m having a problem. Something... somethings wrong. But I’ll be okay! Don’t worry, Lee.”

Rylee tried to sound comforting to Charlie, not wanting her to think he was upset with her in any way, but there was still that quiver in his voice that always gave himself away to the fear he was experiencing. Part of him wondered if he should simply let Charlie in. But another part of him was frightened. What if she saw this and she was scared? What if she came in and saw nothing wrong with his face and this was all a figment of his own imagination?

At this point, Charlie wasn’t taking no for an answer. She rattled the door again, determined to open it herself if he wasn’t going to.

“Rylee Ekholm, open this door.” Her voice was threaded with anger she was struggling to keep in check; most of it was due to the fact that Rylee was actually scaring her. Whatever was wrong, it couldn’t be that bad; there had never been a problem that he had kept from her, nothing that she couldn’t handle in one way or another. Charlie pressed her small frame to the door, pushing with her shoulder, which did nothing. Here she was, dressed in this stupid outfit, trying to do something nice for her boyfriend - increasingly she only felt that she’d somehow fucked up. That was always the case, wasn’t it?

Rylee sat down on the side of his tub, placing his face in his hands and rubbing at his eyes again. He could hear Charlie’s rising anger but he knew her well enough to realize that anger, at times, meant fear. Whichever the emotion, Rylee felt a rising guilt for making Charlie stand outside the door. He knew she wouldn’t just leave him alone and with a frown, he unlocked the bathroom door and took a position against the sink with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth clamped closed.

She shoved at the door again, surprised to find it opening widely upon her insistence. Rylee was standing with his back to her, hands gripping the sink as though nothing in the universe would be able to move him from that position. Nothing looked wrong, not as far as Charlie could see.

“So what...Ry, I don’t get it, what’s wrong?” Leaving the door open wide, she moved forward to put a hand on his shoulder, reassuring herself by touch and trying to discover the source of his anxiety. He looked whole, and the costume fit well, which pleased her, but her main focus was to solve the problem at hand.

“Why’re yah doin’ that with yer face?” She squeezed into the small amount of space between him and the wall, trying to look at him rather than watching his reflection in the mirror. It was like he was playing hide and seek, and he was the counter who was doing a damned good job of concentration in counting down the timer while everyone else ran and hid. Lightly, she reached out a hand to touch his face, cupping one cheek.

Rylee stiffened at her touch but didn’t turn his face away. He felt to do that would concern or possibly hurt Charlie more than it was meant to. Still, he clamped his jaw down and didn’t open his eyes. Giving a shake of his head, he surprisingly felt his eyes filling with tears. How could they? They were filled with fire; at least they were when he had looked last. Once more, he gave a shake of his head. No. He wouldn’t show her, wouldn’t speak, not until he felt his teeth were back to normal or Charlie moved away.

Now he was acting like a child throwing a tantrum, and Charlie was becoming convinced that whatever the problem was, perhaps it was all in Rylee’s head.

“Rylee, knock it off. Why’re yah actin’ like this? I went to a lot of fuckin’ trouble to get these costumes, I thought you’d like ‘em!” She was on the verge of stomping her foot and running off on her own immature strain of anger, but she forced herself to remain in the apartment. The hand on his face slipped to his chin and strengthened its hold. Charlie tried to turn Rylee’s face toward her, but he resisted even that.

“No,” Rylee replied sternly before he even thought twice. That singular word would be his ruin. His mouth opening, giving sight to the mutation in his mouth as he pronounced the word, the very thing he was trying to keep hidden from Charlie. But what was he thinking, really, that she wouldn’t find out? Of course she would. He had never kept a secret from her and he surely wouldn’t be capable of starting to now.

Any other harsh words lingering at her lips were extinguished at the sight of Rylee’s teeth, which were, at this point, no longer human teeth. Both hands went to his face, forcing open his mouth again so she could see them clearly before he clamped his lips shut again.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, releasing her somewhat harsh grip to lay concerned hands on his face. “Does that hurt? I think yah need a hospital, Ryry, holy shit! What did yah do to yerself?!”

With a slump of his shoulders, Rylee lowered his face and frowned. “I didn’t do anything, I tried on your costume and then my jaw hurt. I looked in the mirror and I had fuckin’ fangs.” It was a rare moment when Rylee actually cursed. He reserved swearing for only the most important of times: like when he was very very angry or drunk,or like this moment, when he was terrified. He still had his eyes closed at this point and let out a pathetic sniff. “It’s worse than the teeth though. My eyes, they’re fucked too. I don’t wanna scare you, Lee.”

The pads of her fingers rubbed into his skin, trying to be reassuring.

“Ryry, yer not gonna scare me. Lemme see ‘em,” she replied, calmly as she could muster. Whatever had happened to his eyes couldn’t be as bad as his teeth. The first order of business was to calm him down, reassure him that things weren’t as bad as he thought they were.

Rylee opened his eyes slowly, squinting at Charlie uneasily until he opened them fully and quickly wiped away the wetness that had gathered around his eyes. “Lee, I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t go to a hospital. What the hell would I tell them?” His face crumbled but he still managed to hold back his tears. “I ruined your surprise for me. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes were glowing; she did her best to hide her surprise, but no sense of fear crossed her features. Instead, her fingers continued to pet, to comfort and calm.

“Shhh,” she mumbled, wondering how the hell she was going to handle this. His mouth was filled with serrated knives and his eyes were on...fire. That was the only way she could describe it. And yet anyone else who would have been shown this visage probably would have turned tail and run at this point; Charlie didn’t feel even the least little bit frightened by how he looked. For some reason, in the back of her mind, something said he’d always looked this way, that there was nothing to be frightened of. A smile tried to work its way across her face, and she finally found a course of action that would hopefully distract him.

“Yah know, I had a very evil plan in mind, buyin’ these costumes,” she started, her voice slow and careful. Her hands remained on his face, unwilling to let go. “Since we....since I been havin’ so much trouble...yah know, with sex...I thought I’d try somethin’ different.

“I bought these costumes, an’ before I was gonna wait until that party, yah know, that one at that weird gothy club, CASKET, for us to wear ‘em,” she continued, one hand rising up to run through his hair. “An’ I was gonna wait ‘til we were inside. Was gonna tell yah how I wasn’t wearin’ any underwear, an’ drive yah up the wall ‘cause we’d have a little secret an’ with all those people aroun’, wouldn’t be able to do nothin’ about it.

“But I got a little excited, I mean, the costumes got here an’ I couldn’t wait. So I brought ‘em up here, an’ when yah came back out I was gonna tell yah...”

Unfortunately, it took Rylee some time to direct his attention to what Charlie was saying. He was so distressed and then silently thankful that Charlie wasn’t running out. Then he caught on the word sex and his attention was back on task. Almost.

“That would drive me up a wall, Lee. And you were gonna tell me what when I came back out?” He began to smile then remembered his teeth and frowned quickly, dropping his gaze and taking a small step back from Charlie. She had almost grabbed hold of his attention and distracted him from what was going on but he was still disturbed by what was happening.

“Yer gonna make me repeat myself?” She had caught the sight of the smile, and raised herself up on tiptoes to make an attempt at bringing them eye level, which wasn’t even close.

“I,” she started, going word by word. “Am. Not. Wearing...” Both hands moved back into his hair, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Any. Underwear.” One hand darted back down into her cleavage, pulling loose a still wrapped condom, proving the sincerity of her ulterior motive.

Rylee’s jaw dropped and despite his worries, he still grinned. “Even... even with the teeth? It’s not weird?” Despite his concern, his hands were already reaching for Charlie, slipping over the dress material and over her small hips. He was drawing closer to Charlie and breathing her scent in. “Are you sure?”

“I told yah, yah don’t scare me, an’ yah never will, yah dummy.” Concentrating on him instead of the level of intimacy required by sex was serving her well - this was about keeping him calm, not about having to open herself further than she was comfortable with. By no means did she not want to have sex with Rylee; Charlie wanted him in every way she could have him, but this was still all new territory for both her and her subconscious issues. As though to prove to him that she was serious, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, fingers tangled in his hair as she leaned into him, flush against his body.

Just as before, when something in her mind recognized his features, she felt no trepidation in kissing the serrations his teeth had become. Her tongue was a little more timid, but she pushed herself forward, wanting to be in him as much as she wanted him to be in her; carefully, she reached into his mouth, gently moving around the teeth until she met his own tongue - the sensation there caused her to pull back.

“Holy crap, yer tongue...it’s like a cat’s!” She gave a small laugh, not of amusement but more of discovery, hoping she hadn’t unnerved him. Her mouth went back to his, another quick kiss before she pulled away again.

“In the dress or out of it?”

“Uh.. I... I don’t know...” Rylee replied with a steadily growing smile. “A cat’s tongue? I thought it felt different...” He lifted his hand to his mouth and gently touched his tongue. His eyebrows rising, a smile appearing again as he realized that she wasn’t phased by this at all. Charlie was completely accepting of him in any form. He reached forward, wrapping his arms around her completely and pressing his lips to hers. He pushed her back against the sink and kissed her hard, careful not to nip her lips with his strange teeth, but not stopping himself from exploring her mouth with his newly formed tongue; she responded by playing with his tongue, then giving it a gentle suck, pulling a groan from his throat.

His hands ran down her back and up again, gathering around her hair and neck then to the front of her chest. He pulled back, catching his breath and smiling at Charlie as his hand groped at her chest. “Come on, babe,” he mumbled, his rolling out in a rumble that was similar to a growl. He gathered Charlie, lifting her off her feet before she could complain and stumbled slightly from the added bulk of the skirt before heading for his bedroom and dropping her on his bed. He climbed on top of Charlie, ignoring the skirts and costume, only for his hand to go up her skirt to feel nothing but flesh and no impeding undergarments. His smile grew. “You weren’t lying, were ya?”

“Would I lie to yah,” she gasped out, her arms reaching to pull him down even as the skirt tried to press itself back out. “Fuck, help me take it off, it’s just in the way,” she muttered, arching her back while she tried to reach the zipper. Rylee rested back on his feet and reached for the zipper of Charlie’s dress, pulling it down and exposing her bare back. He climbed off the bed and grabbed hold of the skirts bottom. “Lean back, I’ll pull it down,” he said with a smile, forgetting all about his glowing eyes and pointed teeth; Charlie complied, moving into a laying position. He gently pulled the dress down, which spoke of his miraculous control, and went so far as to drape the dress over the back of a spare chair in the room.

Turning back to Charlie, he removed the union jacket and shirt before he climbed back onto the bed, announcing his presence with another firm kiss to Charlie’s lips as his hands began to explore her naked body before his mouth moved to her naked breast, his cats tongue running over the nipple. She gasped at the roughness, her hands immediately moving back to his hair. Threads of anxiety were starting to move in her, the desire for a drink to calm them beginning in her mind; but it was battled against by the feel of his hands on her body, making her slowly writhe on the comforter.

“S’not fair, yer still wearin’ pants,” she gasped out, urging him to level himself with her again, pulling his face toward hers so that her hands might try to reach the belt buckle that was creating a cockblock; fingers teased their way down his sides, lingering along the muscles and tracing his hip bones before she found the impediment. She managed to get the belt undone while attempting to kiss him simultaneously. Her fingers fumbled as they reached for the button of his pants, and she made a small sound of annoyance in reply.

“Shh,” Rylee replied, kissing her forehead and grinning once more. But this time he remembered the fangs and color flooded his cheeks as his smile disappeared. Pulling away from Charlie, he undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. Rolling onto his butt, he kicked off the pants, his boxers being the last bit of clothing he wore. Rolling back onto Charlie he gave her a quick kiss before starting to adventure down her neck and to her breasts. Shifting his weight onto one elbow, his free hand went between Charlie’s legs and two fingers slipped into her warmth.

Her legs shifted, parting as her hands buried themselves in his hair again, breath coming hard and fast. “Fuck, that’s not fair either, but don’t...don’t fuckin’ stop,” she gasped, scooting her hips closer to his hand, encouraging his movements.

Rylee’s tongue was more flexible than normal and he found it easy to circle Charlie’s nipple. Sucking on it was a different story and Rylee paused as he felt his teeth lightly catch on her skin. He pulled back, frowning and glancing at his girlfriend. “I didn’t cut you,” he mentioned before returning to kissing her. His fingers worked within her, the feeling of her growing wet making Rylee harder by the minute.

Lifting his face to Charlie’s, he withdrew his hand from between her legs. “Babe, can we? Please?” Despite that his eyes were filled with flames, there was a desperation that was apparent in them. He knew that her own nerves would take control soon enough and doing this managed to make everything else better.

“Why do yah think I was goin’ fer yer pants,” she joked in return, though a shakiness threaded through her words, betraying her anxiety. Just one drink would help her calm down, let her do what she wanted. It would help. But Charlie knew that it would also ruin this for Rylee, and she didn’t want that.

“I do, I want yah, now, Ryry, please.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, as though keeping her words a secret.

Rylee’s smile disappeared and he gave a quick nod before pulling back. “Um, Lee? Where did you put the condom?” He looked to the floor where half of his clothing lay then slid off the bed. Pulling down his boxers and kicking off his socks, his cheeks blushed again as he crawled back onto the bed. They had seen everything each other had to share over the past few weeks. Going from being friends, where the closest state of mutual undress they had had were bathing suits, straight to fondling and nakedness. But this was the first time they were completely nude together. Nude and planning on finally doing the deed. Nude and Rylee having fangs and a cat’s tongue. The fangs and glowing eyes could go, maybe the cat tongue could stay, Charlie seemed to appreciate that.

She glanced around, trying to find where she’d left it - there, nearly pushed underneath a pillow. Grabbing it, she brought it up in front of Rylee’s face, her mouth smiling but her eyes wide and watching every move he made. Scooting toward him, she pulled him down on top of her again, one hand gripping his hair while her mouth found his. She pulled his body flush to hers, his hard length pressing against her thigh, her breasts crushed to his chest. For a moment she just felt that, felt that and the tremor moving through her body that left her terrified of this type of communion. But even with the apprehension, he felt so good, so warm and whole and hers. Her mouth pulled back from his and she stared him straight in the face.

“I wanna do it before...I get...yah know. How I get. Too...scared.”

With Rylee’s mouth closed, he almost looked normal aside from his eyes. He smiled kindly at her and stroked her hair. “I know,” he replied quietly. “If you want to back out at any point, just tell me, okay? We’ll stop then.” Rylee was praying, begging, wishing to anything that would listen that she would not want to stop. He had gone without sex for ages and the past two weeks had been near torture.

Grabbing the condom, he rolled back to a sitting position and quickly put it on. He was calm, surprisingly enough, because his focus was entirely on Charlie. She was the nervous one and for this instance he was able to gain enough courage to be the one who was comforting and in control. Rolling back onto Charlie he gave her a quick, but sweet, kiss. Then, with slow but cautious movements, he positioned himself. The tip of his member gentling brushing against Charlie’s opening sent a shiver down his back, but still he waited. “Ready, Lee?” She nodded, and Rylee pushed into her with a careful thrust of his hips, his eyes on Charlie all the while as he took in her expression.

Her hands curled around his shoulders, legs spreading as he slipped in; a small moan escaped from her lips, and she wriggled to meet him, urging his motions.

“Holy shit, Ryry,” was the mumbled comment, her hands gripping at his skin as she quickly acclimated to their positions. Charlie’s mouth sought out his, pressing a harder kiss than before, and one hand slipped down his back.

“Fuck, Ryry, please, don’t stop.”

Rylee obeyed with another quick thrust. His eyes closed and he let out a deep groan that rumbled through his changed throat, a rumbling growl that he had never been able to create without this strange change of his mouth. Still, he kissed Charlie and continued to rock his hips against her. One hand sought out her breast, giving the bare nipple a pinch as his cat’s tongue dipped into her mouth and his fanged teeth brushed against her lips.

A rumbling growl came forth again, but Rylee was oblivious to it, at least enough that he didn’t care to hear it. He was finally, finally with Charlie in every way he had ever possibly dreamed. She felt wonderful and tight, making his head spin as he continued to press into Charlie at varying speeds. “Oh, Lee,” Rylee let out with what little breath he had as he pulled his lips from hers. Taking in a deep breath, he managed to continue with a wicked grin appearing, “God damn, Lee, we waited all these years. All those years and we could’ve been doing this.”

“Well, we...fuck, we can jus’, jus’ make up fer lost...lost time,” she responded in between gasps and moans and kisses, her nails digging into his back as he moved in her. Her skin flushed, and her right leg moved to wrap over his hips, pulling him in deeper than previously. She had to admit that he made a good point, that instead of pushing him away for so long, they would have otherwise been at this milestone in their relationship a long, long time ago - but she wasn’t one to lament the past (not overly much) and instead she clung to him, keeping him pressed to her tightly as her body matched his rhythm, moving and squeezing him in time with his own thrusts.

Rylee had, at first, been shy of making his own sounds of pleasure, but the first time Charlie squeezed herself around him Rylee let out a loud groan. “Fuck, Charlie, yeah... lost time. We’ll... we’ll make up for it,” he breathed against her throat before his teeth brushed over her soft skin. Pulling his hand away from her breast, he quickly slipped it under her butt and propped her up slightly. It created an angle that brought him deeper into her and a constant rubbing against her clit. He didn’t want to come already, but it was damn near close to happening, she felt wonderful and he had waited so long for this. His thrusting slowed somewhat as he tried to catch his breath and not get too carried away. “God damn, Lee. You feel so good.”

The new position caused a much louder moan to burst from Charlie’s mouth, her nails drawing furrows down his back. Her head fell against the mattress, her body arching up wherever his mouth traveled.

“Fuck, that felt good, don’t slow down, Ry, fuck.” She could feel the beginnings of a climax in her pelvis, tendrils of warmth slowly moving through her limbs; Charlie writhed against him, her mind focused on nothing but what Rylee was doing to her. Her head pulled back up, and fingers in his hair brought his mouth to hers again, wanting to be in him as he was in her, tongues sliding over one another as she was mindful of his teeth. She pulled away for just a moment, the word “faster” repeated and nearly growled, though in no way similar to the sounds he had been making earlier.

If she wanted faster, then Rylee would go faster, and the tightening of her around Rylee seemed to be sign enough that she was enjoying herself. “Okay, babe. Okay,” he muttered against her lips as he repositioned his hand, lifting her butt again and thrusting into her quickly. He pressed against her, thrusting then rubbing, and let out a deep groan. He kept his lips to hers, his one hand grabbing her ass tightly as he pushed into her over and over. He was close, so close, but he was trying desperately to hold on and push Charlie over the edge. He wanted that, to know he could pleasure her, but he hoped she would orgasm soon because he didn’t have much of a hold on himself as he did before.

She moaned loudly again, the leg around Rylee’s hips cinched tighter as she felt her orgasm build - little by little, from him thrust in her, from him being in her, with her. If there was one way to realize the depth of her feelings for the man she’d called her best friend for nearly half of her entire life, it was what his actions were bringing out in her. Lips pressed to his again, her tongue exploring but interrupted by more cries that signified her growing pleasure, pushing her to the edge of climax until she was cresting, the muscles in her body contracting within her and around him.

Rylee’s control was lost the moment she contracted around him. Upon coming, Rylee groaned loudly but it sounded more similar to a growl. He pressed his forehead to Charlie’s, panting for a few moments before being able to regain enough energy to kiss Charlie. Quick pecks of his lips against her face, covering the span of sweaty skin before returning to resting his forehead on hers. He smiled lazily, still not having pulled out of her, not wanting to separate from her yet. “You should come up here without underwear more often,” he grumbled and smiled. Then, all at once, Rylee remembered his condition in full and frowned. “It’s all still there, isn’t it? It didn’t go away...”

Her breathing came hard, but the smile on her face spoke to her enjoyment; one hand lazily brushed through his long, blond curls while the other rested on his back amidst the scores of marks she’d left to stake her claim. Upon opening her eyes, his were still looking back at her while being licked by flame, and his teeth still bore their serrations. The hand brushing through his hair attempted to be reassuring.

“It is, Ryry, but don’t worry about it. We’ll take yah to the doctor, ‘k? They might know somethin’,” she responded, before her mind brought up the memory of the blackout. “Maybe...maybe this is like yer burn? From that night...maybe it’ll be gone. In the mornin’.” Both hands leapt to his hair, drawing circles and other shapes with her nails in a mock massaging action that was meant to calm him. “But if yer stuck like this, yah could just live in yer apartment an’ I’ll bring yah Taco Bell and sex,” she joked, not wanting the afterglow of their first time to be ruined.

Rylee’s smile wasn’t quite the grin he usually had on display while around Charlie, but it was a smile none the less. He kissed her forehead and withdrew himself from her, rolling off to the side where he removed the used condom and tossed it into a small waste basket he kept nearby. Sitting up on the bed, he grasped the throw blanket he kept there, the same one they had snuggled under the morning they had finally decided to become a couple, and covered Charlie and himself with it.

He laid down and opened his arms to Charlie, hoping she would snuggle close. “We could wait ‘til tomorrow morning. Maybe it will go away. And it’s not like it hurts... I just... I don’t want to go to a doctor about this.” He let out a sigh and stared at his ceiling for a moment before a smile spread across his face. “Although having you bring me food and sex for the rest of my life does sound kind of nice. Especially if it’s always as good as that. Goddamn, Charlie.”

She scooted in closer, tucking her face into the crook of his neck, her arm stretching out across his middle. Such close contact wasn’t usually her purview, and if anyone else saw this they’d lose some teeth, but for the moment she was perfectly content to be pressed tightly against her boyfriend, especially since she felt so good. “It’ll be fine, Ryry. Everythin’ will be just fine. An’ stop it with the flatterin’, ‘cause yah know that shit doesn’t work on me.” Turning into his neck, she closed her eyes and inhaled, luxuriating in the smell of him. It was almost strange to be here, in his arms, lying on his bed after sex when less than a year ago they hadn’t even been speaking to each other. “Though buyin’ food is easier than cookin’ it, that I could handle. Let everybody else deal with the burners and ovens and timers.”

Rylee laughed slight and began to play with Charlie’s hair. “I’ll be the one that deals with the burners and ovens. If I’m stuck in my apartment for the rest of my life, you have to go out and get some groceries for me so that I can still cook you breakfast.”

Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and rolled his head to leave a kiss in Charlie’s hair. For a moment, he was quiet as his body began to relax, sleep inching closer. Maybe they could take a nap and do it again. But with a quick release of breath and a sudden shift in position only to bring Charlie closer, he hummed as he smiled. “By the way, babe? You picked out really awesome costumes.”

A lazy, half awake kiss was left in her hair again until he fell asleep, his body growing heavy and his breath becoming even. It was a normal sleep up until his transformed throat gave out a deep sound which was akin to purring. Charlie’s eyes widened in surprise, her head lifting to discover the source of the noise. But then when she pressed her ear again to his chest, it was incredibly clear that the purring was in fact coming from Rylee. A grin worked its way across her mouth, a hand pressed there to stifle laughter before she snuggled into him closer. Whether things would be fine or not in the morning was something that she wouldn’t have to worry about until then. For now she was content to close her eyes and wait until sleep carried her off as well.