through the fog (throughthefog) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-02-17 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, charlie, charlie x gavin, gavin |
Who: Charlie & Gavin
Where: Home
When: Saturday evening, June 2nd
Warning: Turns NSFW
There were things Gavin disliked about living in his new house but they were all wrapped up in his own ego and he made an effort to recognize that. He'd quieted some of it by fixing everything that needed fixing, no matter how small, slowly making the house feel a little more like it belonged to him too by putting his personal touches on it and it seemed to be helping. What he couldn't quiet down was the constant worry that Charlie regretted this. That too he tried to remind himself was out of his control and he'd deal with it when she actually said something. It was hard not to worry that she'd stay quiet and let it fester, that was what Gavin was all too used to in his own life. So he fixed everything he could and tried to give her space when he felt like she needed it - whether he was projecting or not.
He had taken Saturday night off for a damn good reason. He didn't often get a night alone with Charlie anymore now that they lived together and had three teenagers living with them - sort of. Said teenagers had all gone to a party and Gavin didn't expect them home early. He had made sure to wear out the dogs so he and Charlie could have some peace and quiet and it seemed to have been quite effective since they were all half asleep by the time he got out of the shower. It was too easy to fall into the trap of worrying about his kids after everything that had happened and he soothed his nerves with a little booze before tracking Charlie down, flopping down by her side on the couch. "It's so quiet," he marveled and while his teens weren't exactly loud - if anything they were too quiet and stayed too much out of the way - there was a noteable difference in the way the house felt without them.
As much as Charlie enjoyed having a full house, she had to admit that it was nice to have a quiet evening alone. The dogs were all snoozing on the floor and Gavin's kids were at a party. While Gavin showered, Charlie curled up on the couch and read, thinking that it was a Saturday night and they probably should have gone out to eat, or to a movie or something. Saturday night was date night, wasn't it? And it didn't feel like she and Gavin got a lot of time together alone anymore. Which wasn't something Charlie was going to complain about. She knew what she was signing up for when she suggested Gavin move in with her. Of course, she hadn't been expecting Elodie, but the girl popped in and out as she pleased and Charlie had soon learned to just let her do her thing. More than anything, Charlie wanted everyone to be comfortable. She wanted them to think of this place as home, even if she didn't really know how to do that beyond staying out of their way and saying yes to anything they needed, or wanted. Not that they needed, or wanted, much of anything.
When Gavin appeared, Baxter raised his head to look, sniffing at the air once, before he settled back down on his paws and closed his eyes. Charlie set her book to the side, smiling when Gavin joined her on the couch. "It's nice," Charlie said with a soft laugh. "How was your shower?"
"Good," Gavin murmured contently and he felt fresh and relaxed as he settled in next to her and pulled her feet up on his lap to give her ankles a little massage. "You don't have to stop reading just 'cause I'm here," he added warmly and maybe it was weird how at ease he felt just sitting there doing nothing while she read. He didn't often let himself sit still with his thoughts because they tended to be dark and disastrous, but Charlie had this peaceful effect on him - when it wasn't interrupted with the urge to touch her and distract her in other ways. He was toeing that line now and a part of him felt like they needed to do All The Things to celebrate having the house to themselves, but maybe this was okay too, just being.
"Why would I want to keep reading now that you're here with me and we're the only ones in the house?" Charlie asked, smiling. He was freshly showered, so his hair was still a bit damp and she felt the urge to run her fingers through it. But his hands felt good on her ankles, so she let it be for the moment. "I feel like we should have had plans," she admitted. "Celebrate the fact that we had the house to ourselves. Invited Mila and Aaron over or something." Though Aaron was probably at work, considering it was a Saturday night and Gavin was home with her. "Jasper and Amelia shouldn't be the only ones having fun, right?"
"We have the house to ourselves and you want to invite people over?" Gavin asked her with a doubtful look and a faintly amused smile. Oh hell no, he was loving this shared solitude and there were so many reasons for him not to invite Aaron and Mila over - especially Mila, though he needed to get over that whole thing soon since his brother was marrying her. He didn't want to think about Mila and everything that had happened with her, he prefered focusing on Charlie right now, letting his hand trail higher up on her calf, still rubbing gently. "We can still have plans, just make them spontaneous."
Charlie smiled, loving the way her skin always seemed to tingle whenever Gavin touched her. She had missed that feeling. Gavin wasn't an open book by any means and he wasn't the extrovert that Drew had been, but he still managed to make her feel wanted and loved, in his own way. "Are they spontaneous if we discuss them first?" she asked, her tone light and slightly teasing. She would absolutely enjoy just being in an empty house with Gavin for as long as they could. Charlie assumed Amelia, and maybe Elodie, would be home before Jasper, but thankfully it was still early so she didn't expect them for a few hours yet.
"There's probably a rule about that," Gavin speculated, narrowing his eyes in thought. "A three minute rule, maybe, between planning and doing." He gave her another easy smile and was hit again with how weird it was to feel content like this, to feel happy and not burdened by a thousand things. Sure, he still had his own shit to work through but he was slowly getting less antsy around Charlie, less afraid she'd explode at him or passive-aggressively let him know what a fuck-up he was. There was a lingering feeling that she wouldn't do either of those things because she couldn't see him clearly for who he really was, but for the most part he could quiet that down. She wasn't naive, he was just damaged.
"Three minutes. No one can make a decision that fast." His smile only made hers widen. A smile from Gavin seemed rare, even on a good day, and even when he appeared happy, Charlie could still see some haunted thoughts behind his eyes. But it seemed like things were getting better and hopefully he was feeling more comfortable in her home. She wanted it to be their home. Reaching out, Charlie slid her hand over his. "Okay, three minutes... what should we do? Let's try this spontaneity thing."
"Aw fuck," Gavin drawled, letting his head fall back and pulling a face. "Three minutes." Why had he decided on three minutes! "Do you want guests? Do you want the house to ourselves? Do you want to go out? I need to know what I'm working with." He knew what he wanted to do but he wanted to gauge her mood before he started making decisions and he was well aware that his own choices might be boring. There wasn't a lot he felt like doing but the thought of going out vs. the thought of going out with Charlie were two very different things and one was infinitely more appealing.
"I don't want guests," Charlie decided, though it was an easy choice to make. "I don't mind going out, if you want to go out, but I'm perfectly happy staying home and enjoying the privacy with you... and then." She gestured to the sleeping dogs on the floor in front of them. "It's a night, if you wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Or have a beer out on the back patio." Her lips curved into a smile as she raised a brow. "We don't even have to talk, if you don't want to."
Gavin smiled again because that was exactly what he wanted to hear. He let his hand trail higher up on her thigh with a soft hum, liking how much warmer she was on the inside of her thighs, soft and yielding. "Whatever will we do if we don't talk?" he murmured cheekily and god, it felt strange to not worry about a petulant teenager or three wandering by, to not have to be quick to draw his hand back to avoid embarrassment. Yes, he was absolutely ready for all of them to move out, no matter how much he worried about them, because this was nice.
Charlie laughed. "We do quite a few things without talking." Which she didn't mind, of course. Gavin needed to be prodded to have a conversation sometimes, but Charlie had grown used to his quiet nature. She did enough talking for the both of them, to be honest. Leaning over a bit, she slipped her hand along his cheek and jaw, brushing her thumb over the stubble. "But maybe you could come over here and kiss me and we'll see what happens." She almost expected to hear steps on the stairs, or the back door opening, but the house was mercifully quiet but for one of the dogs snoring on the floor.
Gavin knew damn well he wasn't the easiest person to get along with but against all odds, Charlie seemed to like it. Or at least she liked him enough to look past it. He leaned into her touch with a little smile, feeling something inside him soften and loosen up as it always did when she showed him affection. "Oh I could do that," he murmured and much like her he listened for a beat before he moved, so certain someone would decide not to go to the party or they'd forgotten something or one of his siblings would just happen to drop by or something. There was always something. Not this moment though, there was no interruption as he shifted his weight and moved in to kiss her, settling partially behind her on the couch.
Charlie melted into the kiss almost immediately. Despite Gavin's worries, Charlie enjoyed having people in the house. She knew when she suggested that Gavin move in with her that Amelia came with him. And the dogs. And now they had Jasper and, sometimes, Elodie. It was definitely a full house, but that seemed to make these quiet moments with Gavin all the more special. So she took her time, kissing Gavin slow and deep, just to enjoy it. It reminded her a bit of high school, when she would just lay around and kiss her boyfriend for hours on end, feeling achy and desperate, full of hormones. Gavin seemed to have that effect on her... making her feel like a schoolgirl again with butterflies constantly alive in her stomach.
There was something fun and risky about knowing that any of the teens could come home at any minute, as unlikely as it was. Gavin hadn't experienced a whole lot of that fear of getting caught as a teenager before he was renting a place of his own with a kid on the way and this almost felt like making up for some of those experiences he'd missed out on. making out with his high school crush on the couch, fully dressed. It had a charm. She was such a good kisser too, Gavin could do just this for hours, enjoying the warmth of her body and her slick tongue playing against his, sending pleasant thrumming feelings through his body. So that's what he did, kissed her for a long time, idly stroking her stomach and side before gradually moving his hand a little lower, toying with the waistband of her sweatpants.
One of Charlie's favorite things to do in the world was to kiss, especially when she loved the person she was kissing. It was so nice to just lay there and enjoy Gavin's body pressed against her. The way his tongue stroked against hers sent pleasant warmth through her, leaving her aching in the best kind of way. By the time Gavin's fingers slid toward her sweatpants, Charlie's lips were swollen from kissing, her body flushed with heat. She drew one hand up to scratch her nails softly through the stubble at his jaw before sliding back into his hair. Her skin tingled from his touch but Charlie didn’t want to rush him. They so rarely got to enjoy this kind of privacy, after all. It made sense to enjoy every second that they could.
Gavin wanted to draw this out but he also wanted her breathless and moaning against him. He was aroused as well but he decided he could wait and that he in fact wanted to. There was something so deliciously naughty about pleasuring her with all their clothes still on, like a secret. He took his time though, toying with the sweatpants and once he slipped his hand under the fabric he lightly stroked her through her underwear, not quite touching the more sensitive parts of her yet. It was a strange little balance, feeling like they might get caught and yet not rushing. He could feel the heat of her sex under his palm almost like a beacon beckoning him in and he strained not to push further, not just yet.
There was something to be said for relaxing and making out on the couch like two high schoolers. Charlie was well aware that they were on borrowed time, because Gavin's kids could walk in at any moment. Or Elodie, who seemed to have the more unpredictable "schedule", if one could call it that. It was as if they were the teenagers, trying to get as much pleasure out of each other's company before their parents came home. It amused her, to be honest. It made her wonder what her life might have been like if she and Gavin had done this when they were actual teenagers. She kissed him, even as his hand delved into her pants and Charlie slipped her hand beneath his shirt, smoothing her palm over his warm skin to touch wherever she could reach. She didn't rush him, or push against his hand for more friction. This was exactly what she wanted. Delicious torture that she knew would have amazing payoff.
Gavin wondered that same thing all the time. He did love his kids but there was always going to be a part of him that would wonder what things would have been like if Ollie hadn't fucked him over. In a way this was his escape from it all, a second chance to experience what could have been though he didn't actually believe Charlie Harris had had much interest in him back then. Being with her now was beautiful in so many ways but when they got close he often felt transported back in time because in his mind she hadn't really changed and touching her made some neglected teenage boy inside him very happy. He gradually moved closer to his goal, slipping his fingers underneath the soft fabric of her underwear, glad she wasn't wearing anything tight and unyieldy as his fingers found their mark and dipped between her lips to rub her clit. He didn't break the kiss either, this felt like a weird mix of comfortable and exciting, innocent making out with something secret happening underneath her clothes.
Gavin had always been something of an enigma to Charlie, even back in high school, when she'd known him. He'd had a reputation, of course, and most of her friends steered clear of him when they weren't gossiping about the Lucas's. But he had always been nice to Charlie. Nice was probably the wrong word to describe it, considering Gavin was as quiet and stoic back then as he was today, but he had always helped her when she asked him for it and he seemed to be okay with her presence in the classes they'd shared. Not that they had shared many. Charlie couldn't change the past, but she did sometimes wonder what if, especially when he was kissing her the way he was kissing her now, and touching her so intimately. Maybe everything happened the way it was supposed to and now they were where they were supposed to be. If they had found one another back then, it could have been a disaster. She didn't know, and Charlie supposed it didn't really matter. Her body immediately responded to his fingers with a shiver and her fingertips pressed firmly into his skin. Without thinking, she lifted her leg to curl it over his side, giving him easier access to her body. Charlie wanted to unbutton his jeans and return the favor, but that would come in due time. She was feeling a bit selfish at the moment and just wanted to enjoy Gavin's hand on her body.
Charlie had always been hard to say no to. Ever since Gavin first met her he'd been absolutely smitten with her to the point where he suddenly understood why so many men were dumb enough to kill for a lady in the movies. He would absolutely kill for Charlie, to this day he would. Thankfully she wasn't as much of a lowlife as he and everyone else in his life so he didn't think it would ever come to that but the will was there. He loved her so fully and so completely it kind of scared him sometimes and for the longest while he'd been bracing for the inevitable heart break that had to follow this bliss. Now he lived with her and it was hard to wrap his mind around the fact that she wanted him there but he was a little more relaxed about it and moments like these only cemented that confidence. He loved the way she reacted to him, how she shifted her body to be closer and how wet she was against his fingers. This was all he wanted for now, mainly because he knew she could keep going even if he made her come whereas he'd be spent once he did. No, he wanted her to have all the pleasure he could give her before he got his and this was a fantastic start.
It did feel blissful. Even with the full house, Charlie found she wouldn't change a thing. Maybe there were a few things she still desired but she was content enough if they never came to fruition. Gavin made her happy, and hopefully she made him happy, and wasn't that all that really mattered? It was getting harder to breathe with the way he was using his fingers and Charlie pressed her cheek to his, panting softly as her hips began to move against his hand. She had stopped listening for the sound of a car in the driveway and Charlie knew the dogs well enough to know that if anyone came to the door, front or back, they would be up and rushing to greet whoever was there, so she was able to relax and enjoy this completely. Charlie still touched Gavin where she could. It was like her hands were addicted to touching him. She couldn't get enough.
The way she rocked her hips against him was one of the hottest things Gavin knew of and the way she touched him never failed to make him feel far better in his own skin than any other time. She made him feel desirable, strong and wanted in ways nobody ever had. There was nothing pushy in the way Charlie wanted him, she never asked too much of him - even if he often felt like she probably should ask more - it was just right. She made it easy for him to ignore his growing arousal for now, hyperfocused on her pleasure and the way this small gesture was making her more heated, more eager and squirmy against him. He wanted more but more would come later, first he wanted her to come at least once and then he could move them somewhere where he could use both arms without shifting his position and ruining the moment, somewhere he could strip their clothes off and not worry about anyone walking in on them.
Charlie had forgotten about anything and everything else in the heat of the moment. The only thing she could focus on now was the way Gavin moved his fingers against her, and how it seemed to stoke and intensify the fire that was steadily building deep in her core. She clung to him the best she could in her position, her hips rocking in a firm rhythm against his hand. They had been together for a while now, but Gavin still made her feel sexy and wanted. The insecurities that had followed her after her divorce had slowly begun to melt away until she finally felt good enough for him and it was all in the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. When she finally peaked, her orgasm stole her breath, causing her to tremble against Gavin as she moaned his name.
Pornography didn't hold a candle to how sexy Gavin found her and the way she came was just so damn perfect, provoking powerful feelings in him despite being quiet and subtle. That sounded pretty accurate for Charlie herself, she wasn't pushy or loud, but she had more sway over him than anyone he'd ever known. Kids be damned, he wanted to fuck her right here and right now, that urge to bury himself inside her wet heat making it hard to focus on anything else. "Take these off," he grunted quietly as he kissed her neck, still moving his finger slow and light against her clit and kind of wishing he was capable of stroking himself into another orgasm so soon after a first without feeling overly sensitive.
Like Gavin, she didn't have to worry about the kids. If someone came home then, well, they would deal with it then. Honestly, the thought that someone could come home added an element of excitement to the whole thing, even if Charlie really really didn't want anyone walking in on them. Gavin's lips on her skin made it difficult to think clearly anyway and Charlie did what he asked, pushing her sweatpants and panties down her thighs until she could kick them off. Eager for more, Charlie began to work open his jeans. She could already feel how badly he wanted her and as despite how much pleasure he had just given her with his hand alone, there was nothing like the feeling of Gavin burying himself inside of her.
It was funny how quickly the attitude had shifted from having to be careful, to this, not really caring and throwing caution to the wind. The dogs were good alarms at least and there was a blanket somewhere within reach, Gavin was pretty sure but it wasn't something he consciously thought about right now. He kissed her again before shifting his weight and getting his jeans off, glad they were loose and easily gotten rid of as he settled between her legs. He wanted to last long enough to give her another orgasm but now he wondered if he even could. The rush of the risk involved, her moans still echoing in his mind and the way her body yielded to his did nothing to temper his arousal and any and all plans quickly left his head as soon as he pushed inside her with a content groan. His lips found her neck again as he touched her anywhere he could reach, pleasure chasing away most of his conscious thoughts.
Charlie drew her knees up, pressing her thighs against Gavin's sides as soon as he slipped inside of her. It stole her breath and she instinctively lifted her hips, wanting to feel him deeper. It was a different level of erotic for them to both be partially dressed during sex and Charlie slipped her hands beneath his shirt, riding it up so she could grip his back and move against him. She didn't care about anyone coming home. She didn't care about the dogs barking or getting antsy. All Charlie could focus on was Gavin and how he made her feel every time he touched her. She'd already come once but her body responded to his, pushing her through another hazy cloud of pleasure when he started to thrust.
Gavin found it easy to lose himself in her, whether it was during sex or not, and he wondered if she knew just how much he loved her. He'd told her now, a couple of times, but it always felt like a stupid thing to say for some reason, maybe because it wasn't something he was used to saying or used to having said to him. 'I love you' was usually followed with a 'but' and it took some getting used to that this wasn't the case with Charlie. He felt like he loved her even more during moments like these when he was riding high on arousal and pleasure, when she clung to him like that and he could feel her breath hot and fast against his skin. At least the love felt easier, more carnal. He kissed her neck and jaw, then her lips, opening his eyes to watch her for a moment though they didn't feel very focused. She made him feel good at this and he realized he was initiating sex far more with her than he ever had in his life because he fucking wanted it, wanted her and knew it was welcome.
Charlie had gone without sex for quite sometime after divorcing Drew but it hadn't felt like she was missing anything but the intimacy of it. Being with Gavin had opened Charlie's eyes to just how good it could be. She never questioned if she was good enough, or sexy enough. Gavin never had to say the words to make her feel desirable. The way he kissed her, the way he touched her... that was all she needed. Drawing her hands up his body, she slid them into his hair, lifting her head just enough to kiss him again, breathless, but deep. The pleasure was spiraling inside of her all over again, pushing her higher until she couldn't quite control the moans escaping her. Unable to help herself, Charlie began to lift her hips, meeting his thrusts, encouraging more. She hadn't been sure if she would be able to come again, but now she felt so close to it and she didn't want it to stop.
Gavin could feel himself get drawn closer to that edge and the only reason he held back was because of the way Charlie reacted to him. He was still learning her little tells and finding out all the things she liked but sometimes, like now, it was obvious enough even for someone as obtuse as him. She was close again and he wanted her to ride that wave to completion before he was done so he held back on that overwhelming urge to let go, focused on her for now, angled his thrusts in ways he knew she liked. Coming was always easy for him, he hadn't gone without orgasming while he was single but it had always been a quick affair, just something to take care of like any other bodily needs. With Charlie he took that usually very brief moment where his climax was building and stretched it out, enjoyed that strange mix of nearly too much and not enough until he felt mindless and lost inside it.
Charlie was close and she moved her hips beneath Gavin as much as she could in her position. But having him so close, feeling his body pressed to hers, it all served to make her feel closer to him, and for Charlie, that felt just as amazing as the actual sex did. Her hands slid down his back to clutch at his waist and Charlie could feel herself begin to unravel. Pressing breathless kisses to his mouth, she arched, wrapping her legs around him to keep his thrusts deep and shallow. A broken sob escaped her lips as soon as she fell over and she pressed her face to his neck to muffle the noises she made. It wasn't as sharp as the first orgasm but it wasn't lacking in any intensity, making her body shiver beneath his.
Some part of Gavin wanted to keep going, to wring another orgasm out of her, to let this last for hours but he was too close himself and there was still that faint tickle in the back of his head that they could get Caught. He couldn't have fought his climax even if he'd tried, the way she clenched around him brought it about almost too fast and he moaned quietly against her shoulder as he let all that built up tension go, his mind blissfully quiet in that way it only ever seemed to be in moments like these with her. He gave himself time to catch his breath before he pulled back enough to kiss her, giving her a dopey little smile. "You make me feel like a dumb teenager. In the best of ways." It was the brief version of what was going through his head, he'd effectively lost his childhood and teenage years to his family and getting to experience something akin to what could have been with her was bittersweet.
As much as Charlie would have loved to have kept going, preferably all night, she knew that there were two, maybe three, teenagers who would likely be home tonight, maybe even soon, so this brief moment of time they had alone together would have to be enough for now. But she felt sated and happy and Charlie brought one hand up to brush some of his damp hair away from his forehead. "Would you believe me if I said the same thing?" She smiled and pressed another kiss to his mouth. "I mean, maybe more of a hormonal teenager than a dumb one." Her smile was a teasing one now and Charlie felt like she could just lay there, content, for the rest of the night with his body covering hers.
"Same thing," Gavin murmured and in his opinion teenagers were dumb on principle, hormones or not. Hormones just added to the stupid. Even Charlie had probably had her dumb moments in her teens even if he had a hard time imagining it, it was just the nature of the beast. Then again some people never stopped being dumb and he too often felt like that included him. He stole one more lingering kiss before moving, slowly pulling out and sitting up, fumbling around for the discarded clothes. "Want to take this upstairs?" he asked, not quite ready to stop lounging with her but now that the cloud of arousal was wearing off he was more aware that any one of their teens could be bored with the party or come home to fetch something.
Charlie stretched a bit when Gavin moved away from her, but she sat up, very aware that she did not want one of Gavin's kids walking in to find her naked from the waist down. Or even Elodie. That would be humiliating because the girl would definitely have something to say about it. "Definitely," she said, gathering up her own clothes from where they had fallen to the floor. Then she leaned into Gavin and kissed him again before smiling against his lips. "I love you."
Gavin smiled at that, reaching around to rub at her bare ass. "I love you too," he said quietly and while the words still felt weird to him, they seemed to be coming a little more naturally each time he said them. Sometimes he had really wondered why people kept saying it all the time, if it was already established then why did they have to keep reminding each other. He got it now though, because every time Charlie told him this he felt a little warmer and more at ease and if she felt the same then he didn't want to withhold it.
Of course, she always loved hearing someone tell her that they loved her, but it was far and away the best when it was Gavin. Maybe that did make her seem like a dumb teenager, but it was what it was. He accepted her love for him and that meant more to her than anything else. "Let's go take a shower," she murmured, holding him close and nuzzling her nose to his. "Then we can lounge naked in bed and watch a movie or something until we know everyone is home okay."
Gavin didn't know if any of the teens would come home tonight, Jules was throwing the party was about all he knew and Jasper was spending the night there. Maybe the girls would crash there too. He had no idea how Amelia handled parties and he had to admit he was a little bit worried about her. It helped that her big brother was there though, Gavin knew Jasper wouldn't let anything happen to her. He hummed contently at Charlie's idea and nodded. "That all sounds perfect," he agreed, sneaking another kiss on her lips before pulling her with him towards the stairs. "Stay," he grumbled then when the dogs got up to follow and he huffed a little laugh at their disappointed doggy faces. "We're going to shower, you're not invited."
Charlie figured the dogs would make their way up to the bedroom sooner or later. Or they would crash with Amelia when she got home. But right now she wanted Gavin to herself and she took his hand to lead him upstairs. Just the thought of taking a shower with Gavin and then curling up beside him in bed... it felt like the perfect way to end the night. After her divorce, it had been difficult to see herself ever being happy again, but now she couldn't really imagine her life without Gavin in it. Getting her heart broken had been the best thing to ever happen to her.