Charlie Anderson (middlelioness) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-08-01 11:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.21.11, charlie, charlie and xander, xander |
At the end of a long day...
Who: Xander and Charlie
What: Post fight cuddles
When: 10.21.11 - Friday Evening
Where: The Lion's Den - Charlie's room
Warnings: Teen snuggles.
Xander and Charlie had eaten dinner and gotten showers and afterwards, with Papa Lion's permission of course, Xander headed into Charlie's room. Dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt, he grinned at her as he entered her room, leaving the door open and heading over to where she was sitting on her bed. He settled in beside her, over top of the blankets and leaned over to steal a kiss from her. "How're you holding up, Char?" he asked her, brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. The day certainly hadn't gone according to plan, that was for sure. He wished he could change that but at least there were no serious repercussions from it save for Mateo's wounds which he'd ask Chloe about when she got home.
Charlie crawled straight into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tight. “I’m okay,” she said, in direct contrast to the way that she was clinging to him. She kissed him softly, stroking his shoulders, the nape of his neck. “Just...freaking out a little bit,” she admitted. “What if we hadn’t been there? What if we hadn’t decided to come looking for you and Mateo?” She pulled back, biting her lip as she looked at him worriedly. “You could have gotten hurt.” He wasn’t a were, he wouldn’t heal like the rest of them.
"I'm pretty good at defending myself...," he said, even though the words fell flat. He hadn't been good at defending himself against his father, that was for sure. At least until the end. "But it's okay," he told her. "I'm fine and you're fine and that's all that really matters, baby," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple and smoothing his fingers through her hair. "You're not going to get rid of me that easily."
She ducked her head, pressing her face against his neck, holding him tight. “I know,” she whispered. “I just got scared something was gonna happen to you,” she admitted reluctantly. She knew bits and pieces of what his life had been like before - from things he’d said, things her dad had said. They hadn’t sat down and talked about it properly, and she didn’t want to dredge up painful memories.
Xander gently stroked his fingers through her hair, leaning his head back against the pillows, letting her stay where she was curled up on top of him. "I know, Charlie," he murmured. "You don't have to worry about me right now," he promised her. "Nothing's going to get me when I've got you around."
“Damn straight,” she murmured, shifting to kiss him softly, playing idly with his hair. “You’re not planning on cutting your hair, are you?” She murmured, grinning at him. “I like playing with it.” In case he hadn’t caught on to that by now, of course, with the way she’d spent most of the afternoon with her fingers stroking the nape of his neck, curling his hair around her fingers. She shifted a little, curling in against his side, one leg still lying over his hips. She linked their hands together, fingers intertwined as they had been when Xander had made the lights appear. Raising their joined hands to her lips, she kissed the back of his hand softly.
"Not anytime soon," he told her. "Ask me again when summer gets here and it's driving me crazy." If she liked it, he had no intentions to be cutting his hair anytime soon. He smiled at her as she kissed his fingertips. Something so simple was just as amazing as anything he'd ever experienced in his life. "I kind of love the way that your fingers feel in mine," he admitted softly.
She squeezed his hand gently, smiling as she lifted her head for another soft kiss. “Good,” she said. “Because I’m not letting go.” Not ever, if she had her way. “You think Lex will mind if I just follow you around at work, holding your hand?” She teased, grinning. She liked Xander’s boss a lot - and he’d been amazingly tolerant of Charlie basically camping out in the store while Xander worked recently. She was tempted to ask for a job, at this rate. It’d make things easier, and then at least she’d be getting paid for being there.
"He probably won't like that much," Xander laughed. "Which is too bad because I wouldn't mind it, not at all." Xander had thought about her maybe getting a job at The Zeppo too considering how much time she spent there. He'd kept that thought to himself though, at least thus far. Maybe later after all the drama was over with the murderer.
She laughed, wrinkling her nose a little. “Yeah, I guess not. Guess I’ll just have to perv on you from across the store like normal, hunh?” Because yes, she did stare. Unashamedly. what else was she supposed to do? She had a smoking hot boyfriend, and she was alllowed to look. It was a hell of a lot better than the illicit looks she’d snuck during practice, before Xander had asked her to Homecoming.
"Guess so," Xander smirked, pressing his lips to her forehead again. It was hard not to feel completely and utterly content around her. She was so warm and soft and god he loved her. More than he could have told her. "Love you, pretty girl," he murmured against her skin.
She beamed, bright smile on her face as she cuddled closer. “Love you too,” she whispered, stroking his neck, fingers of her other hand still twined with his. She kissed him softly, practically purring with contentment. This was pretty much the best way to spend a Friday night. They’d had takeout for dinner, she got cuddles with Xander...fight aside, it couldn’t be better. Well, almost. “Wish I could fall asleep with you,” she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his. She hated that he had to go downstairs at curfew. It wasn’t like they’d do anything, and it always took her forever to fall asleep once he’d left.
"Maybe you should start going to sleep a little earlier," he murmured. "Let me curl up with you til you're sleeping and then go downstairs." He had problems falling asleep without her too. He spent most of the night thinking about her and how warm she was and how much he just wanted to curl up with her until he exhausted himself and finally fell asleep. "Before you know it, you'll be able to fall asleep with me every day," he smiled.
Charlie bit her lip, shaking her head. “If I fall asleep earlier, that means I don’t get to spend as much time awake with you,” she pointed out, smiling a little. “Maybe we should have a sleepover at your house sometime,” she suggested, stroking his cheek, the line of his jaw. “Just the two of us?” Her eyes flicked up to his, then away, nervously, not sure if he’d want that.
While he'd love to have a sleepover with Charlie, just the two of them, he doubted her dad would be too keen to that plan. "And how exactly would you plan on doing that?" he questioned. "Your dad would have my ass if he knew I got you to lie to him so I could curl up with you," he pointed out, frowning a little. He didn't want to lie to Jason or misinform him of something, even if he did want to spend a whole night alone with Charlie with no threat of curfew.
She snorted. “Like I’m the first teen to lie to her dad about where she is.” She didn’t want to pressure Xander, though. Didn’t want to make him do something he wasn’t comfortable with. “It’s fine, it was a stupid idea,” she murmured, shifting to lean against him, her head on his shoulder. She laid her hand on his chest, able to hear his heartbeat, her cheek against his chest. It was soothing, comforting.
He shook his head. "It wasn't a stupid idea," he told her gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair. "I'd love to spend the night with you. A whole night with no rules, no curfew. It'd be nice," he sighed. "I just don't want to do anything that could jeopardize me getting to spend every single day with you," he explained. "I'd like to not give your father any reason to kick me out."
“He’s not gonna kick you out,” she insisted stubbornly. “Any more than he’d kick me out for lying.” Which, yeah, no. Never going to happen. “Xan, you’re part of the family, no matter what happens with us. He’s not gonna kick you out for wanting to be with me.” It wasn’t fair. He was sleeping in the same house, and she wasn’t allowed to take advantage of it. “It’s not fair,” she said aloud, grumpily. “No one says anything if Gracie sneaks into bed with you.”
"Gracie's eleven," he pointed out. "She's a little girl. And not my girlfriend. And I don't want to kiss her and touch her the way I want to kiss you and touch you," he breathed. "I don't know that I could trust myself alone with you," he admitted softly, pulling her body tighter against his own. "Trying to behave with you close to me is hard enough without knowing that no one's around. You'd be too tempting."
Charlie wanted to be too tempting. She wanted to keep Xander interested, wanted him to never want anyone else. She didn’t say that out loud though, worried that it made her sound a little bit like a crazy person. “Would that be a bad thing?” She said softly instead, stroking her hand down his side, kissing him as she pressed closer, hips and breasts tight against him. She wanted to drive him crazy, wanted him to touch her the way she heard other girls talking about their boyfriends.
"Maybe a little," he breathed, trying not to think about how hot she was making him by just touching him the way that she was. He was a teenage boy, his default status was horny. It was just easier to deal with when your girlfriend - and every fucking person in her house - couldn't smell it on you like cologne. "I mean are you ready for those sorts of things?" he questioned, knowing the answer but giving her a chance to tell him herself. He didn't want to assume he knew everything going on in Charlie's head. He'd likely never know everything.
Charlie hesitated, biting her lip. “Maybe some of them?” She whispered, kissing him softly, sweetly. “I don’t...” she blushed, looking at his throat, the neckline of his tshirt rather than at his face. “Not...y’know. Sex. Not yet. But...other things.” Her blush deepened, as she slid her hand under his tshirt, resting it on his side. “What we did the other night, that was nice.” Nice was an understatement. His hands on her bare skin had felt incredible.
He knew that she wasn't ready for sex yet. She was only fifteen years old. He wouldn't have pressured her into that sort of thing regardless. No matter how old she was, but he was less likely to considering her age. He nodded a little. "Yeah," he whispered. "Nice." Nice didn't cover it, not at all. He smiled a little at the memory, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Well we can definitely do that again sometime," he told her.
“Soon?” She asked softly, stroking his side, her fingers edging up a little. If she’d thought she could get away with it, she’d have pushed Xander’s shirt off. But she wasn’t stupid enough for that, even if her dad was back at work already. Gracie could still come in, as could Justice. She hadn’t even risked closing the door fully, when Xander had come in. Nothing set off alarm bells quicker, in her experience.
He nodded. "Soon," he promised her. "I don't have to work until three tomorrow afternoon," he told her. "I think your dad'll probably be busy with work and stuff so if you guys aren't going to the gym, maybe we could go hang out at my place for the morning?" he offered. He wasn't sure if Jason was going to go to the gym with the girls or not, but it was something. Maybe he'd do it later in the afternoon when Xander had to work, give Charlie something to occupy her time that didn't include being bored waiting for him to get off of work.
Charlie nodded. “Sounds good,” she murmured. “Dad might not be home, with the case and everything.” She tried not to look too disheartened about that. A distraction would do her good. Especially if it was a distraction that involved her and Xander being alone for a while. She slid her hand further up under his shirt, resting her palm against the centre of his chest as she kissed him softly.
He knew that she didn't like not having her father around and he'd have reassured her, but he didn't want to make her upset so instead he just brushed his fingers through her hair to soothe her in silence. Her fingers against his skin were nice. Wonderfully warm and soft. He closed his eyes and rested his head against her pillow. "I love lying in here with you," he told her, his voice soft and almost sleepy. "Surrounded by the smell of you. It's comforting."
She smiled, snuggling down in his arms, her fingers still stroking his chest lightly. “Maybe you should be the one falling asleep in my arms,” she teased, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder, curled around him with a soft, happy purr. “You can come up here whenever you want,” she murmured, tilting her chin enough to kiss his neck. “Love lying with you.” She’d do it every night, if she was allowed. And if she only got to do it until curfew...well, she’d make the most of it. “You want me to set an alarm?” She asked softly. “Just in case we fall asleep before curfew?”
He grinned a little, but didn't open his eyes. "Mhm," he nodded. "Sounds like a good idea." He knew if he stayed this comfortable, he'd be out before he knew it. "I'll fall asleep with you being all warm and soft and cuddly," he murmured.
Giggling, she leaned across him to the nightstand, picking up her phone and programming an alarm for 1am, just in case. She set her phone back down, leaning her chin on his chest for a moment, just looking at him. She fought the urge to sigh, reaching up to gently brush his bangs to the side, away from his eyes. Even closed, his eyes were distractingly pretty, long lashes fanned out against his cheeks. Longer - and thicker - than hers, which kind of wasn’t fair. But when he looked that pretty, she couldn’t complain. Shifting, she pressed her lips against his softly.
He smiled when she kissed him, returning the kiss and letting his eyes flutter open to meet hers. "We can do something else if you want, baby," he murmured, kissing her once more. "Can't help getting all comfy with you around. Must be a lion thing." Whenever they got their own place in a couple of years he'd be decidedly warm through the winters that was for sure.
She shook her head, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to hide a smile. “It’s okay,” she whispered, leaning down and kissing him softly. “We can nap. I like that I make you comfy and sleepy.” It meant he thought of her as safe, that he felt secure enough to relax completely around her. That made her all kinds of happy.
"You do," he agreed, nodding a little. "Probably the only time that I've ever been this... content," he sighed, brushing her hair back and grinning at her. "Look at you, making me all comfortable," he breathed. "Sucking me in with all of your charm."
She grinned back, looking a little soppy. “Yeah, well. You were doomed. I have all the charms.” She waggled her eyebrows. “You might think you’re a witch, but I have sneaky werelion powers.” They mostly involved being warm, and flopping on top of people to stop them from moving when cuddles and scritches were wanted. But hell, it worked for them.
"Doomed," he agreed, nodding. "I'm completely and utterly powerless to stop you from making me fall madly in love with you," Xander grinned, gently tapping the tip of her nose with his finger. "All those sexy, werelion powers you've got. That pretty smile. Those gorgeous eyes. It's really not fair, you know," he murmured. "I'm completely helpless. Snuggles, gorgeous girl on top of being like the best kisser ever? Yeah, it's a lost cause. I'm doomed to accept my fate."
“Best ever?” She asked softly, cheeks tinged a soft pink, pleased smile spreading across her face. She leant down for another kiss, purring happily. “And hey, I have to make up for the fact that you’re the hottest guy in school,” she pointed out. “I have to use my charms and trap you with snuggles so you can’t escape.”
"Best ever," he murmured, nodding a little and gladly taking that kiss, and then another. And one more for good measure. "Hottest guy in school, huh?" he asked her. "I think that might be your biased opinion, pretty girl."
She shook her head, leaning down to steal another kiss. “Totally one of the hottest,” she murmured. “You’ve got that whole mysterious stranger thing down.” She grinned. “Plus, you have a record but you’re not an asshole. So you’ve got the thrilling dangerous side...” So sue her. She’d overheard the seniors rating all the guys in school. “And beautiful eyes...” she stroked his cheek, her fingertips brushing the edge of his eyebrow, tracing the line of his socket. “cheekbones...” her fingers trailed down his face, eyes following. “Lips...” those she covered with her own, kissing him softly.
He flushed a little more deeply with every compliment she gave him. "I think I like your lips better," he breathed, sliding his fingers over her cheek and back into her hair as he deepened the kiss, taking advantage of those gorgeous lips of hers. If she liked his, all the better. Kisses could be spectacular both ways. He certainly wasn't complaining.
She sighed into the kiss, shifting until she was sprawled more comfortably on top of him, her legs either side of his. Stroking the edge of his jaw with her fingertips, she practically purred into the kiss, tongue teasing his, the slow and lazy kiss turning a little more passionate. She couldn’t help herself - kissing Xander was pretty much her favourite thing to do.
Kissing definitely wasn't a problem for him. She could kiss him all that she wanted to and he'd gladly accept each and every single one that she offered. He brushed his tongue against hers. He let his fingertips dance down her sides to her hips, gripping them gently. Yeah, kissing Charlie was pretty much the best thing in the world and so long as she wanted to have her mouth against him, she was welcome to do just that.
Charlie purred approvingly, wiggling her hips in his grip. And then stopping, blushing. “Sorry,” she whispered, remembering how embarrassed he’d gotten at his house, when she’d wriggled against him like that. The red shorts she was wearing right now weren’t covering much more than her panties had then, either, long legs bare either side of his hips, warm through his pajama pants.
He shook his head a little, burying his face against her throat, kissing up to her ear. "It's okay," he murmured, gently tugging her earlobe. "Gotta get used to controlling myself around my totally hot girlfriend," he smirked. It had been embarrassing, yes, and probably would keep being embarrassing but he didn't really want her to stop.
“Does that mean I can do it again?” She teased, blushing a little as she rocked her hips against his. She’d liked the noises he’d made, the way he’d gasped and clutched at her. And the feel of him against her...well it was even more immediate through thin pyjama pants. It made her shiver gently, made her cheeks flush brightly as she bit at her lower lip.
He gasped again, fingers tightening against her hips as he tried not to think about how much he wanted her and how difficult it was to resist. "You're gonna be the death of me," he told her softly, pulling his head back a little to steal a kiss from her.
She shook her head gently, fingertips stroking his shoulder gently as she kissed him, purring softly at the grip he had on her. “Nope,” she murmured, nuzzling her nose against his. “No dying.” That definitely wasn’t part of the plan. Lots of kisses, and touches, yes. Dying, no. She shifted, lifting her hips a little, feeling bad for teasing him.
He didn't want her feeling badly, of course, but he was a bit relieved when she shifted her hips. "You don't make it easy for me to behave, pretty girl," he told her. "Don't make me distract you from your torturous ways with glittery lights," he teased. Of course he was more than prepared to do just that.
She giggled, wrinkling her nose a little. “That’s not exactly a hardship,” she said. “Either way, I have fun.” Because yes, teasing him was fun in some ways. But watching him do witchy things? Definitely more fun. She slipped off of him, sitting cross-legged by his hip, hands clasped in her lap, expectantly.
He couldn't help but grin a little at her. "Guess you want a light show, huh?" he asked her. He focused on the area between them, the air between their bodies. And slowly the twinkling lights began to appear. He murmured the spell to himself, in thought, as he always did, eyes flicking to her face briefly before back to the lights between them.
She nodded, clasping her ankles, rocking a little as she watched the lights appear. She gasped, grinning widely as they multiplied, light filling the air. Biting gently on her lip, she reached up, nudging one of the lights with her finger. It wobbled in the air a little, set off course by the gentle nudge she’d given it. Closing her hand around another, she hugged her closed fist to her chest for a moment, wondering if she could keep one of the lights forever, if it would stay alight somehow. She wanted a part of Xander to keep, something to look at when he wasn’t there.
If he could have made the lights last forever for her, he would have. But unfortunately he couldn't so he let them flicker out one by one before pulling her hand away from her chest, opening her fingers and slowly fluttering out that light too. "That light," he began, lifting a hand to gently tap her chest. "Is in there, you know that right?" he murmured. "There'd be no light for me if it wasn't for you."
Charlie beamed, reaching out to gently cup his face, kissing him softly and sweetly. “I love you,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against his. She closed her eyes, almost able to see the lights, afterimages burned into her eyelids. They were beautiful, and they were hers. All hers. Just like Xander.
"I love you too," he murmured against her lips. She was right, they were her lights. And he was hers for as long as she'd have him. Xander thought that was a pretty good thing to be, all things considered. A pretty good thing indeed.