totalbasketcase (totalbasketcase) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-24 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.19.11, charlie, charlie and xander, xander |
Do you believe in magic?
Who: Charlie and Xander
What: Spending some time alone
When: 10.19.11 - Wednesday, Late Afternoon
Where: Xander's house
Warnings: Semi-NSFW
Xander hadn't been back to his place in days. He needed to go and check on things, however, see if he could get ahold of Lilith who spent more time disappearing than he cared to think about. He also could use some more of his clothes and things from his house anyway. Hopefully he could find his other bottle of cologne since Charlie seemed to like the way it smelled so much. So after he finished at practice and got his shower, he found his girlfriend who had practice that day as well and asked her if she'd be alright riding with him out to his house. It was a little out of the way, but she didn't seem to mind much. In the end he figured they could hang out there for a while and maybe watch a movie. At least they'd be able to be alone without having a sibling or parent breathing down their necks.
Jason was out most of the time now anyways, but he felt a little awkward always taking over the sofa. At least this way he was out of everyone's hair but still got to spend time with Charlie. When they reached his house, he parked in the driveway and headed around to open up Charlie's door, helping her out of the Impala and pulling her close enough that he could bend and kiss her. "Home, sweet, home," he murmured. "It probably smells musty since I haven't been around to clean up," he said. "I honestly don't think Lilith has been here either. I don't know what she's gotten herself into."
Charlie had still been damp-haired and flushed from her shower when Xander had caught up with her after practice, and only too happy to spend some time with him away from the rest of her family. She was still riding on the high of their conversation on Sunday night, and she couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he drove. She braided her hair to keep it out of the way - and off of the leather upholstery of his car - letting it drape over one shoulder. She was excited to be going to Xander’s house - she’d only been there a couple of times before he’d moved in with them, after all.
“I don’t mind,” she murmured, her hands on his shoulders as she kissed him back, leaning against the side of the car. She frowned a little - Xander seemed worried, moreso than he’d been letting on. “You should talk to Dad,” she murmured, stroking her hand down his arm. “He can keep an eye out for her, ask around at work.”
Xander shook his head a little. "Nah," he told her. "Lilith does what she wants when she wants. The last thing I want to do is make her think that I've got a cop watching out for her. We barely know each other. It's not really any of my business what she's doing," he shrugged. He worried about her, yeah, but he really couldn't tell her what to do. She had her own life and so long as she didn't burn the house down, Xander supposed that she was fine on her own. They'd catch up with one another sooner or later.
"Don't you worry about Lilith," he told Charlie. "She's used to taking care of herself so I shouldn't be worrying about her," he murmured, pressing another little kiss to Charlie's forehead before taking her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. "Come on, let's get that wet head of yours in the house before you get sick."
Charlie rolled her eyes, but followed, leaving her bag in the car for now. It wasn’t like she needed anything out of it. She’d taken Chloe’s advice to heart, and was wearing a denim miniskirt with over-the-knee stripy black and grey socks, rather than her usual jeans. She was still wearing her docs, and a tshirt worn thin with repeated washings. But still, it was a little cuter than she normally dressed. She’d even put on a little lipgloss when she’d gotten out the shower after practice. “I’m not gonna get sick,” she insisted, pulling on a slouchy grey beanie over her hair. “Werelion, remember?”
"I'm sure you can still get sick, even with your were-ness," he said, casting her a glance that said not to argue before getting her into the house, closing the door behind them and glancing around. Lilith hadn't been there in what looked like days. There was no sign that anyone had been there since the last time he'd spent the night at his place. He sighed a little and tossed his keys onto the coffee table, plopping down on the sofa and looking up at her. "Come here, you," he murmured.
He'd noticed the skirt. And the lip gloss. It had made him arch a brow at first, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want her to think he was being weird or anything. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel self conscious when she looked like she wanted him to notice her more. Instead he smiled at her as she came closer to him and reached out to catch her hand, pulling her in for a little kiss. "I never thought I'd see you in a skirt," he admitted. "But I have to say I'm a fan of more leg on display," he grinned.
Charlie shrugged off her jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch and sliding onto his lap, one knee either side of her hips. And then realised she couldn’t do that quite so easily in a skirt. Or at least, not without feeling a little exposed. She blushed softly, ducking her head at his compliment. “Yeah, well,” she shrugged. “Figured I should make the most of it, before it’s too cold.” She did wear skirts in the summer, or shorts. But still, it wasn’t a regular thing for her, by any means. Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she leant in for a kiss, trying not to think about the way her skirt bunched up round her thighs as she leant forward, baring even more of her legs to him.
Xander let his fingertips slide up her thighs, just a little, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but aching to feel her skin beneath the touch of his hands. Her skin was soft and warm and he almost shivered at the sensation. He nipped her lower lip, giving it a brief little tug. He couldn't help the groan that escaped against her mouth. It wasn't fair that she tasted so good.
Blushing more deeply at that soft groan, Charlie pressed against him a little more firmly. She loved the noises Xander made; the way she could affect how he was feeling was intoxicating to say the least. Feeling daring, she shifted her knees a little wider apart, the skirt bunched up almost enough to expose her underwear; plain black boyshorts, nothing sexy about them. She shuffled a little closer, sitting firmly in his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips as she kissed him more deeply, combed her fingers through his hair.
He groaned again with that shift, feeling her skirt shift as she moved, his fingers sliding a little further up to chase it towards her waist. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against her lips in between little kisses. With or without the lipgloss, though he kept that thought to himself as he kissed her again.
Charlie blushed, biting her lip for a moment. She didn’t believe him, not properly. She wasn’t beautiful, not the way Chloe was. Cute, yes. Sometimes, much as she’d deny it, adorable. But never beautiful. She sighed as his fingertips eased slowly up her thighs, goosebumps in their wake as she shifted. “Xander,” she whispered into the kiss, arching her back to press more firmly against him, her arms tightening around his shoulders.
The blush on her cheeks said she didn't believe him. He supposed it didn't matter at the moment, he'd just have to keep telling her. He intended to do just that until she believed him. He thought she was beautiful. He also thought the way she said his name was intoxicating. He groaned again, nipping her lower lip and tugging at it before pulling back enough to look up at her. "I love the way you say my name," he admitted softly.
She smiled brightly, pressing their lips together softly. “I’ll have to keep saying it, then,” she murmured, brushing his hair back from his forehead. She took a moment just to look at him, sighing softly. Yeah, her boyfriend was hot. It wasn’t like she’d forgotten, it was just that sometimes, it took her by surprise. And she had to take a moment to enjoy it.
He smiled when she just looked at him, almost like she was memorizing his features. "See something you like?" he teased. He certainly saw something he liked in her. Hell, he saw about fifty things that he liked in her. She was beautiful and funny and she wanted to help him. She gave him a family that he'd never had before and treated him with so much kindness that sometimes it terrified him. He loved her. With every fiber of his being.
“Yeah,” she admitted, biting her lip as she nodded, smiling. “Yeah I do.” She trailed her fingertips down his cheek, leaning in to kiss him again. She felt like she was floating, around Xander. Like nothing was real, nothing existed other than the two of them. She’d put it down to him being a witch, but he’d never done any spells in front of her. Not that she knew of, anyway. She sighed, kissing him again happily, purring just a little. “God, so nice to do this without worrying about Gracie coming in,” she murmured, nipping gently at his lower lip.
"Guess maybe I should keep the place then," he grinned, kissing her once more before leaning his head back against the back of the sofa. He didn't want to sell the place really if he was being honest. It was about the only thing that was his. It belonged to him and he'd bought it with his own money. Something that no one could take away from him, even if it wasn't a mansion or anything all that important. It was also something he could fall back on if worse came to worse. He was thinking though that it wouldn't come to that. Not when Charlie loved him the way she said she did.
Charlie smiled, wrapping a strand of his hair around her fingers, playing with it gently. “Yeah, guess you should,” she murmured. It was nice to have somewhere to escape to, somewhere they wouldn’t have sisters or parents bursting in on them. Not that they were doing anything they shouldn’t, right now. But still. If her dad walked into the living room and saw her sitting on Xander’s lap like this, he’d get all growly and glare.
"I love you," he told her, just because he wanted her to know. Just because that was exactly what he was thinking in that moment, looking up at her, seeing that light flush still on her cheeks, even as she grinned at him. "I love being this close to you."
“Me too,” she whispered back, smiling happily. She didn’t need some big fairytale romance - Xander had swept her off her feet just fine with a swingset and a dance invitation. She rested her hands on his shoulders, looking at him for a long moment. He really was gorgeous. He could probably have any girl he wanted, and he’d chosen her. She still didn’t quite believe it at times.
"I love the way you smile," he told her, smiling broadly at her. He loved a lot of things about Charlie, but that grin was one of his favorites. She could light up a room with that smile. She certainly had a way of lighting him up. She made him feel light and as though everything was going to be okay. It was the first time that he felt that way in his life.
She ducked her head, smile turning a little shy. She still wasn’t used to getting so many compliments. “I love your eyelashes,” she said in return, a little randomly. “Kinda jealous of them, to be honest.” her fingers gently stroked the curve of his eyesocket, loving the way his lashes brushed his cheeks when he closed his eyes. “I definitely have the hottest boyfriend in school,” she decided, nodding firmly as she looked down at him, grinning just a little. She was being honest, too. He was definitely the hottest guy in school. And he was all hers.
He flushed a little at her compliment. It wasn't the first time a girl had said she was jealous of his lashes, but it sounded a lot better coming from Charlie. "I love the way you laugh," he told her. "And the way you almost snore when you're sleeping," he added, because it was damn adorable. "Not quite a snore but like... I don't know, you have this way of breathing where you almost snore and it's just adorable."
Charlie was still grinning, but she wrinkled her nose at his last comment. “Snoring? Not adorable.” she didn’t mind Xander thinking she was cute, but maybe not for snoring. She knew exactly what Xander meant, too - there were some home movies kicking around from when they were younger, and she’d made the exact same noise then, apparently. She leant in, kissing him again in the hopes that he’d stop talking about her. Because she was spectacularly bad at taking compliments, and didn’t really know how to react to them. She’d much rather just sit here and kiss him all afternoon.
"It is adorable," he told her. "I love it. It's probably one of the cutest things you do because you don't know you're doing it at the time. Kind of like those adorable little wrinkles you get over your nose when you don't know how to take compliments," he murmured, leaning in for another little kiss. "You're beautiful and amazing, you know that?" he told her. "Absolutely amazing in every way. I don't know what I did to be this lucky, but I'm glad that we ended up together, Charlie. You changed my whole world, ya know? I love you for that. For all of it."
Charlie blushed more brightly, ducking her head, hiding against his shoulder. She really didn’t know how to take compliments. And the thought of being that important to someone, that vital to their happiness...it was kind of terrifying. “I didn’t change anything,” she insisted softly. “You did all the work.” She poked him gently in the side. “I just got your ass moving, that’s all.”
Xander let his fingers slide slowly up and down her back, pressing his lips to the top of her head and smiling a little. "You changed everything," he told her. "I felt like I was walking in this haze and I was content to do just that. Content to just waste away and not even giving a damn about anyone or anything. Even myself. I would have died like that," he sighed. "I would have kept using until the bullshit in my head got too loud and then I would have just gotten tired of it and I would have...," he sighed and shook his head, kissing her temple and trailing the sentence off. "You saved me," he told her softly. "So don't sell yourself short, baby. You changed my life."
Charlie was tempted to reach up, put her hand over his mouth. She didn’t even want to think about Xander like that, getting so desperate, so down. Letting out a soft, worried mewl, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly. “Never gonna let you go back to that,” she promised. She shimmied closer, wanting to warm him, to make sure he knew how much she loved him, how much she wanted to protect him. She wasn’t good with words, never had been, but she could show him how much he meant to her in the way she held him, the way she clutched at him like she was scared he’d fly away if she let go.
He didn't doubt how much she cared for him or how much she was worrying. Xander knew that Charlie might not always know the words she wanted to say, but she made up for those words tenfold with the way she held onto him, touched him like he was the most important thing in the world. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her and kissed her temple. "I'm not going back there," he told her honestly. "You pulled me out of the pit so as long as you keep a tight hold on that rope, I'm not going anywhere."
“Gonna fill in the pit,” she promised. “And chain you to me just in case you find another one to fall into.” And yeah, that metaphor was getting away from her a little. but hey, at least she knew it was a metaphor, and not a simile? She kissed his throat, ruffling his hair as she slid her fingers through it, thighs squeezing his hips a little as she pressed closer, tried to wind herself around him. She didn’t even care that their hips were pressed tight together, that only his jeans and her panties stood between them bumping uglies.
He was trying to focus on her words, on her lips against his throat and her fingers in his hair. It was hard to concentrate, however, when she was pressing her hips against his. No doubt she'd be feeling the changes her movements were causing in the hardness of his cock. He'd been soft when they started out but now he couldn't pretend that he wasn't getting hard from just the teasing touches, the kisses and the shifting of her hips. The groan that escaped as she shifted tighter still against him gave him away entirely. He swallowed down arousal and let his eyes open to catch hers. He couldn't say anything, afraid that his voice may very well crack if he tried.
Even if the twitch of his cock behind denim hadn’t given him away, the smell would have. She purred softly, pulling back to look at him. “It’s ok,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. She wasn’t ready for sex, nowhere near, but the way he smelled...yeah, her lioness definitely approved. It was a turn-on, knowing that she affected him that much. That it was her that had made him hard.
He felt relieved when she told him it was okay. He wasn't about to push her into anything, wasn't about to even think about wanting anything from her like that. He knew how old she was, knew that she wasn't ready for that sort of step. Hell, he wasn't ready for that sort of step, but that didn't mean his body didn't ache for her. It was hard to think about anything, however, when she kissed him again, his fingertips sliding up her thighs, brushing the fabric of her skirt up even more on her hips.
Charlie gasped softly into the kiss, her skin tingling in the wake of his fingertips, her cheeks flushed. She’d kind of hoped he’d like the skirt - she hadn’t thought of how easy it would be for Xander to touch her, how bare it would leave her. She stroked his neck gently, still sitting firmly in his lap, her breasts pressed tight against his chest. He smelled so good, tasted even better. Nipping teasingly at his lower lip, she slid one hand down to his shoulder, her thumb stroking his collarbone through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.
The little gasp nearly undid him. It took all he had not to shove the skirt up further, slip his hand between her thighs. Perhaps he should have thought about having her alone a little more before doing it. It was all her fault for tasting and smelling so good. God. His hands found her hips, holding tight to her body as he arched his hips up, aching for some of the delicious friction he knew he could achieve. And oh how he achieved it. He shuddered, his body trembling from that one little movement. Christ.
She kissed him hungrily, the soft shudder as he arched up making her hum softly against his lips. He felt huge against her, the scrape of rough denim against her panties, the bulge of his cock, making her squirm. “Xan,” she breathed, clutching tightly at his shoulder, the other hand sliding up into his hair, tugging gently. She nipped at his lower lip again, sucking it into her mouth, the scent of him filling her, making her stomach clench with nerves and anticipation.
"Sorry," he breathed against her mouth at her utterance of his name. But she didn't seem to mind much, not with the way she nipped and sucked at his lower lip, gripping his hair the way that she did. God that made it difficult not to follow his instincts and just rock his hips against hers again. He managed, somehow, to keep his hips still though his fingers did tighten against hers.
She shook her head softly, brushing her lips against his, soft teasing kisses that did nothing to help the way she was feeling, did nothing to calm the flush in her cheeks. “It’s ok,” she whispered again, taking the tightening of his hands on her hips as encouragement, rocking experimentally against him. The thin cotton of her panties was growing damp, her body at least one step ahead of her brain. She was nervous and eager all at once, a soft purr building in her throat as she moved her hips against Xander’s.
It was awesome when he'd rocked against her, but feeling her apply her own bit of pressure, rolling her body against his? God that was heaven. Xander groaned low in his throat, his hands shifting, brushing back to grip her ass through the fabric of her skirt, pulling her down against him. His hips pressed upwards to meet hers and he parted his lips from Charlie's to let out a groan louder than the one before.
Charlie smiled, kissing his jaw, his neck. “I like making you make that noise,” she murmured teasingly, shifting her hips against his again, just to see if he’d groan like that for her a second time. She bit at his ear, sucking his earlobe gently, one hand still fisted in his hair. She was trying not to tremble, nervous and excited all at once. She’d never done anything like this before, never done anything more than kiss. But Xander’s hands on her ass, the feel and smell of how turned on he was...it was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
She got what she wanted and he gave her that second groan. Then another as she nipped his ear and sucked on the bit of flesh, almost growling at her fingers fisted in his hair. Terrifying was a good word for it as well as exhilarating. God he wanted her. Wanted her in ways that could likely get him murdered by her father, but he wasn't thinking about that, not right now.
That growl made her shiver, letting out a soft purring growl of her own. She kissed her way back to his mouth, familiar territory. His hands on her bare skin, that was new. Kissing she was used to. It was safe, it was known. She stroked her fingers through his hair, gentler now, her tongue teasing at his lips, easing between them.
Xander let his hands slide up to her hips, just beneath the fabric of her skirt, wanting to feel skin against skin. He returned the kiss easily, eagerly. Nipping her lower lip, giving it the slightest little tug as his eyes opened. Pulling out of the kiss, he flashed a little smile at her, mouth flushed, cheeks a bit pink. "You don't make it easy to behave," he told her.
Charlie shivered, gasping a little as his fingers eased under her skirt, sliding up the outside of her thighs. She hadn’t shaved her legs - never did, beyond the knee - and was trying not to feel too self-conscious about it. His kisses were wonderfully distracting, though. “Sorry?” She murmured, mostly sincerely. She pulled back enough to look at him, the flush in his cheeks, the redness of his lips. It just made her want to kiss him again, press more tightly against him.
The last thing on his mind was her leg hair. He didn't notice it, mostly because it was too fine from never being shaved to really be noticeable in the first place. He did notice, however, that he was having just as much effect on her body as she was having on his. The light cotton of her shirt and whatever sort of bra she was wearing beneath it did little to hide the fact that her nipples were hard. He couldn't help the soft groan that escaped him at that realization. He shook his head a little. "Don't be sorry," he told her. "I'm not."
“Good,” she murmured, wondering what had made him groan. The sound made her shift in his lap, made her nipples tighten. God, she hoped he hadn’t noticed...She stroked the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him again, her hips moving slowly against his. She wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to be glad he was with her, instead of girls his own age. She just didn’t know how to be like them, how to be the kind of girl that he wanted.
Xander didn't give a damn about other girls, his own age or otherwise. Charlie meant more to him than any other girl ever could. She'd done things for him that no one else had been able to do. He wanted more, but he didn't want to push her. If anything he knew that he needed to stop teasing himself - and her - before they went too far. Pulling his hands reluctantly from beneath her skirt, he pulled out of the kiss and let his eyes flutter open to meet hers again. "You're driving me crazy," he whispered softly. "Feels like magic, the way you make my skin tingle."
She smiled, ducking her head, biting her lip as she looked at him through her lashes. “Magic?” She murmured, smoothing her hands down either side of his neck, onto his shoulders, squeezing gently. “Is that what that was?” She leant in, kissing him again, brushing their lips together softly, sweetly. She felt the same, like sparks tingling under her skin, everywhere he touched her.
"That's what it feels like," he told her honestly, lifting his hands to cup her face, letting magic dance beneath his skin against hers. Little tingles of light, of the power he possessed, kissing her skin. "Magic," he breathed, smiling against her lips as he let the magic die down, sliding his fingers back into her hair, leaning in for another kiss.
Charlie gasped, blinking at the twinkling lights, the way they felt against her skin. She kissed him back, a little distractedly, then pulled away and took his hands, linking his fingers with hers. “Do that again?” She asked, eyes wide with wonder. She knew Xander was a witch, of course, but he’d never done any spells in front of her, nothing like that. She was bewitched, no pun intended.
That was one way to make him remember to behave. He could distract himself, and his girlfriend, with twinkling lights. Unlinking their hands, he laid his palms flat against hers and let the lights, the magic, rush through his skin. He watched it dance against her palm, watched as her eyes widened just so with the little spell. It was mostly just something for show, but she liked it so he'd gladly show her anytime she wanted.
Distracted was one word for it. Charlie stared, eyes wide, completely entranced. “Wow,” she breathed, smiling brightly as the light danced over her skin in a golden rush. “That is so cool,” she added, completely distracted from his kisses, from the way he’d felt against her. She sat back a little, ass resting on his knees, a little more space between their bodies. “It’s official,” she teased, “I have the coolest boyfriend ever.”
Xander grinned broadly at her. "The coolest? Out of all the boyfriends ever? Damn, I must be pretty awesome," he murmured. He let the lights die down until they were gone completely and then wrapped his arms around her waist again. "I think I have the coolest girlfriend ever. Changing into a lioness and all. I mean how many guys - Mateo and his smart ass excluded - can say they've got a lioness for a girlfriend?"
She grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Mmm, well, guess we’re both lucky, and awesome.” She murmured, nuzzling her nose against his. She slid her arms around his neck, linking her fingers together loosely. “And we’re cooler than Mateo and Chloe. He’s like...your familiar.” She grinned. “The Binx to your Sanderson. The Salem to your Sabrina. And I know those are girls, but shhh. It’s hard to think of awesome guy witches.” She wrinkled her nose a little, giggling. “Except maybe Harry Potter. Does he count?”
"Harry Potter is a wizard," he reminded her. "He has a wand. I don't need a wand. I'm way too awesome," he smirked. No, Harry Potter did not count, but it was pretty amusing to think of Mateo as his familiar. He'd have to remember that and tease him about it at some point. "There should be more guy witches in popular culture," he told her, laughing a little. It was sort of aggravating that all the witches were females.
Oh, he’d made a wand comment. She couldn’t resist that. She wiggled a little in his lap, quirking an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t have a wand?” She asked, smirking. “Or are you just pleased to see me?” And yeah, she knew the answer to that already. Didn’t make it any less funny. She still thought it weird that Xander was a witch - she thought male witches were wizards. Or warlocks. But Xander called himself a witch, so she went with what he wanted.
He flushed a little at her comment, biting his lower lip. "I think I'm just pleased to see you," he told her, trying not to be embarrassed that she was teasing him about his hard-on. The fact that she was wriggling in his lap didn't make it go away, that was for damn sure.
She kissed his cheek, nuzzling gently. The blush was kind of adorable. “Sorry,” she murmured, stilling. “I didn’t mean to tease.” She could tell he was embarrassed, plus he’d stopped joking back. “But c’mon, you can’t make a wand comment and not expect me to go there,” she pointed out, stroking his cheek with her fingertips, leaning in to kiss him softly. Of course, it didn’t stay soft for long. He tasted too good, smelled too good, to resist. She nipped at his lower lip, purring softly as she pressed herself more tightly against him, deepened the kiss.
"Yeah, well it's hard enough to try and forget that I've got a boner when my hot girlfriend is rubbing me in all the right ways," he told her. "Even more so when she's teasing me about it an-," he was stopped mid-sentence by her kiss, but he didn't mind. In fact he was pretty thankful for the kiss. Then she started to press herself against him again, deepening the kiss and he couldn't help but groan, his hands sliding down her sides to her thighs again, resting against her bare skin but not moving too far this time. He was going to resist, damn it.
“Ugh,” Charlie muttered, barely breaking the kiss to speak. “You need to stop making noises like that,” eyes closed, she nuzzled her nose against his. “Driving me crazy.” His hands on her thighs didn’t help; nor did the heat of his body, the feel of him hard through his pants. She fisted a hand in his tshirt, the other palming his shoulder, sliding over his back as she pulled herself closer.
"Can't help it," he breathed between kisses, sliding his lips down to her neck, nipping at her sensitive flesh. His hands slid up between their bodies, cupping her breasts and groaning at the feel of them in his hands. Okay, yeah, he was a big fan of her tits, he'd have to admit. Especially when they were gropable like they were at current. No siblings to interfere and no fathers to yell. Yeah, he'd have to keep the house. If only for a lot of groping. Fuck.
Charlie let her head fall back, baring her neck. It was her turn to groan when he cupped her breasts, the slow slide of his thumbs over her nipples making her shiver. “Xan...” she moaned softly, running her fingers through his hair. Her tshirt was scoop-necked, but there was still way too much fabric between his hands and her skin. She rocked her hips against his, wanting to hear him moan again, make him shudder the way he was doing to her.
She got that moan, his thumbs teasing over her nipples again because he liked the way she said his name, liked the way she shivered. His hips rocked up to meet hers, nipping at her skin again and sliding his mouth down towards where her shirt's neck scooped. He didn't leave an inch of the skin he could reach untouched. He wanted her to remember the feel of his lips on her chest, eagerly wanting to slide the shirt aside and mouth at her tits but forcing himself to not push that far. Barely.
Mewling softly, Charlie’s fingers tightened in Xander’s hair. His mouth felt like fire against her skin, enough that she looked down, wondering if his kisses were leaving marks. Her other hand clutched at his back, grabbing a handful of fabric and pulling it up, delving underneath to touch warm skin. She wanted to take her shirt off, wanted his mouth everywhere, but she was too skittish, too nervous. She didn’t want to rush anything.
Xander was careful not to leave any marks. He wasn't stupid. He didn't have a deathwish. He'd like to keep all of his appendages attached, thank you very much. He certainly didn't plan on doing anything to get on Jason's bad side, not after all that the man had done for him. But at the moment, aside from not leaving marks, Jason was the last thing on Xander's mind. Sliding his fingers down from her breasts, he brushed them beneath the fabric of her shirt and pushed them upwards beneath it, not taking it off, but wanting to feel her body a little less restricted. He stopped just beneath her bra, shivering as he pulled his mouth back from her neck. "Is this okay?" he whispered.
Charlie drew a ragged breath, nodding gently. “Y-yeah,” she whispered, shivering a little at the feel of his hands on her bare skin, the cool air of the room making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Feeling daring, she pulled back from him long enough to tug her tshirt over her head, dropping it onto the couch beside them. Blushing, she fought the urge to fold her arms, try and cover up somehow.
He was pretty sure in that moment that his brain short circuited. He blinked a little, eyes immediately dropping to take in every inch of her exposed flesh. He didn't want her to get self conscious, however, so he leaned in to kiss her, letting out a soft hum of approval against her skin. "Are you cold?" he whispered softly against her flesh. "We could go to my room. Or I could get a blanket." He wasn't pushing for sex, but he didn't want her freezing.
“A little?” Charlie whispered, pressing herself close, almost burrowing down in his arms. She stroked his neck softly, kissing him back slowly and sweetly. There was a blanket tossed over the back of the couch - she could grab that, if she was really cold. Right now all she wanted to do was keep kissing him, feel his hands on her skin. “I’m ok,” she murmured, smiling shyly. And she was. She didn’t feel pressured, she wasn’t scared. Nervous, yeah, but it wasn’t like they were going to have sex. This was the furthest she’d ever gone with a guy.
Xander shifted their bodies, thankful that his couch was fairly large and that Charlie was so tiny. He laid do and rolled their bodies so she was pressed in between his body and the back of the sofa, kept warm by the cushions and his own body heat. Gently he pushed her hair away from her face, smiling softly at her. "Don't be nervous," he whispered as he caught her lips with his for a soft little kiss. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay? You're in control here."
Charlie toed off her Doc Martens, glad she hadn’t bothered tying the laces when she’d put them on after practice. “I know,” she whispered, kissing him back. “I trust you.” She slid her hand under his tshirt, resting on the small of his back. She wanted to touch skin too, damnit. She was wishing she’d put on sexier underwear - she was wearing an old, slightly greying t-shirt bra that didn’t do anything for her figure. But hell, Xander seemed plenty taken with her, anyway.
It was only fair that he take off his shirt too, he thought, so that was what he did. Pulling it off and dropping it off the side of the sofa, not really paying much attention to it once it left his fingertips. Xander could care less what color her bra was or how it fit her. He wasn't really the sort who gave a damn about sexy lingerie because underneath it all there were still tits so did it really matter? Tracing his fingertips slowly over her skin, he let his hand brush down, dancing between her breasts, then brushing over her stomach. "You're beautiful," he told her, nuzzling her neck. "Even if you don't believe me when I say that."
Charlie blushed, holding her breath as his fingertips slowly trailed down her body, between her breasts. She stroked his bare shoulders, his chest, marvelling in the feel of warm skin under her fingers, pulling back to let her eyes follow the path of her hands. “So are you,” she murmured, kissing him softly, winding her arms around his neck, their legs tangling together as she moved into his arms.
He smiled a little at that. "Don't think that I've ever been called beautiful," he admitted, leaning in a little and letting his nose brush against hers. "Sounds pretty good coming from you though," he breathed, winding his arms around her body and pulling her tighter against him. He didn't need more than this. Didn't need more than touching her, holding her tightly against himself. It wasn't even really in a sexual way but in an intimate one, as strange as that sounded. He just wanted the closeness of her body against his.
Charlie rolled them over a little until he was pressing her down into the sofa, his arms bracketing her shoulders, surrounding her. She felt safe, secure in his arms. And now she could stroke his back with both arms, tracing the lines of muscle under warm skin. “It’s true,” she murmured, smiling as she kissed him. “My beautiful boyfriend.” And yeah, there was a hint of a smug smile at that.
"I'm glad you think so," he told her, sliding his hands up to stroke across her cheeks, leaning down to kiss her again. "Guess us beautiful people need to stick together," he grinned. God he loved that smile. That hint of smugness that danced in her eyes. "I love you, Charlie."
“Love you too, Xander,” she murmured, her smile soft, loving, as she looked up at him. She kissed him slowly, her fingers tracing up and down his spine, a soft purr catching in her throat at the feel of warm skin against hers, the stroke of his fingers over her cheeks, her neck. She’d lie here in his arms forever, given the chance.
Lying there forever sounded like a pretty good idea to him. He knew it was impossible, but he certainly had several more hours that they could lay there together, just gently exploring bits of skin, fingertips against soft flesh. They wouldn't go too far, he knew. Hell, they wouldn't go further than they had thus far. But by the end of the evening, Xander had no doubts that they'd be closer to one another than they were before. Nothing else mattered for that one moment, nothing else in the world.