Tuesday - March 31st, 2009
Who: Fox and Charlie When: Afternoon Where: Salem mostly What: Talking and walking Rated: Some of the conversation is pretty NSFW
Dress warm. That was easy to do. She picked out a pair of jeans that hugged her figure rather perfectly and a sweater that was low-cut and showed off her rather spectacular rack. Her hair was left down, the red locks in soft curls, and she put on just enough makeup to look like she wasn't wearing any, like the lady at the store had showed her. Couple that with boots and she was ready. And now she waited, sitting on the stairs listening for the sound of his motorcyle. A note was on the fridge where Riley would find it if he got home before she did and she was sure that he knew Fox's cellphone number so.. good to go! Now if only this plan would work... ~~~ Fox had closed his computer and scrubbed his face with his hands. He was certifiable. That was the only explanation he could think of for going back to Riley's house to pick up the baby momma who had stabbed him last week with a letter opener. Fuck, his life was worse than one of those damned daytime soap operas. Still, he'd said he'd pick her up and he would. Riley wasn't there, and since Fox was now going with a girl, maybe the damned rumors that he was gay and dating Riley would stop. Doubtful, but he could hope. Grabbing his shit, he threw on a jacket and even brought a spare in case she didn't have one. Two minutes later and he was on his bike driving down the street.
Fox pulled up in the driveway and honked, not wanting to risk going inside. He pulled out the extra helmet with the built in mic and the jacket to wait. ~~~ Charlie made sure she had her spare key to the place, not that the nanny wouldn't be there in a little while, before she skipped outside. "Hi," she said when she saw him, a bright smile upon her lips. She had a jacket on, one that Riley had bought her, but the one he had for her looked so much warmer that she took it and slipped it on on top of her own. It was really freaking cold out, after all. Taking the helmet, she situated it on her head and then she looked at him and asked, "Okay, so how do I do this?" She'd never been on a motorcycle before. ~~~ Fox wasn't surprised she took the leather jacket. It was made to block wind at high speeds so it wouldn't freeze her. "Come here," he spoke through the mic, knowing it would echo through her helmet's speakers. When she stepped closer, he adjusted the headgear, making sure it was secure. "Alright. Straddle the back of the bike, sitting on that cushion right behind me. Then hold on tight and lean with me." ~~~ Charlie gave him a bit of a sexy pout as he adjusted her helmet and then smiled at the instructions. "Straddle. Right. I can handle that." She moved to climb on the way that he had told her, slipping her arms around his waist, her thighs pressed tight against him and her upper body pressed against his chest. Tight, right? Tight she could handle. It wasn't like he was a toad or anything. ~~~ Fox turned to face the front of the bike, rolling his eyes at Charlie's closeness. She didn't have to be thatclose, but whatever. She was on and ready to go. Fox wanted to go someplace that wasn't Danvers. Wasn't Boston. So he started driving to Salem. It wasn't all that far. Twenty minutes if he went straight there. But that wasn't as much fun. He wandered around, enjoying the freedom. ~~~ There was a bit of tension in her when they first took off just because this was the first time she had ever been on the back of a bike. But the longer she was on it, the more she started to relax and the more she loosened up on his grip on him. It was beautiful out, even if it was cold, and she was enjoying the sounds of the surf in the distance, the bit of salt on the air, the seagulls crying in the distance. When she saw the sign for Salem, she let out a small gasp. "Salem. As in.. the place from the witch trials?" That was one of the few things she could remember actually studying in school when she was a child. "I didn't know we were so close to here!!! Holy crap!" ~~~ Fox cringed, the bike swerving a bit when she shrieked. "Ow! Not quite so loud, Charlie. Fucking loud directly in my ears." The only time he didn't mind a woman screaming so close to him was when he was doing a good job pleasing her. And that wasn't the case just then. "Yeah. I actually took the long way to get here. Boston's about another twenty minutes south if you wanted to keep going." ~~~ "Oh. Sorry." Charlie bit her lower lip, not that he could see it. It seemed she was always going to extremes around him. It was kind of a bad habit. "Actually, could we just.. maybe walk around here for a while? I'd like to look around if.. if that's okay with you. I remember reading about the witch trials when I was a little girl." She exhaled a small laugh and then added, "I remember thinking that if I ever came here, they'd hang me, just because I always knew things that I shouldn't know." And she had thought that made her a witch. She was wrong, of course, and she knew that now, but as a child, that made sense. ~~~ "Sure." Salem wasn't all that large. Okay, it was a decent size, but a lot of the tourist stuff was close to the city center. So that's where he went to park. "I know down the block is the witch memorial, if you wanna check that out." He shut off the engine, removing his helmet. Fox wouldn't be able to get off the bike until she did, so he waited. ~~~ Charlie glanced down the street as though she was going to see the place from here and then nodded her head. "Yeah, I'd like to. Very much." She climbed off the bike and removed her helmet, running fingers through her red hair to straighten it out a bit. "Wow, look at all these buildings. They're all so.. old and.. beautiful." It was definitely a pretty place. It looked like it had been plucked from a different time and just sat here. ~~~ Fox smiled, climbing off the bike and chaining the front sire to the railing. Okay, so maybe it wasn't necessary, but he didn't want to take a chance. "Well, this is an old town. C'mon. Let's walk." ~~~ "Okay," Charlie agreed, taking a few steps before she looked over at him and asked, "Can I hold your hand?" He could say no, of course. And she pretty much thought there was a strong possibility that he would but it still didn't hurt to ask. ~~~ Fox turned to look at her, shaking his head. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "No. I got cured of that bad habit awhile ago." Hell, he'd been cured of the relationship habit and quite a few others. What was that saying? Once bitten, twice shy. ~~~ Charlie scowled. "Fine." She wrapped her arms around herself to keep her hands out of the way and walked in silence until they reached a point where she saw a sign. "Trail," she remarked. "Historical hotspots apparently." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. ~~~ Fox frowned over at Charlie, wondering what pissant just crawled up her shorts, but then he rolled his eyes. He was here, he may as well deal with it. Though fuck only knows why he agreed. Bloody masochist he was. "Wanna follow it?" ~~~ "Do you?" She asked, looking over at him. "Or maybe we should do something else instead. You said you were bored. You don't really strike me as museum buddy and you obviously would prefer to not have any sort of like.. real bond with anyone again so... Maybe we should just do something else." Honestly, what hidden gem did Riley see that she couldn't? Maybe Riley really was just a terrible judge of character. ~~~ Already she jumped into the stereotypes. Fox would have actually loved to either follow the trail, just get lost in the path and the history. Or to wander the museum and check out the exhibits. But both of those were now shot to hell. Once again, it was easier to live down to people's expectations. Shrugging, he glanced around, starting to walk back to the memorial he'd talked about before. "You wanted to see the witch thing. So let's go there." ~~~ Clearly there was something about Fox that just rubbed her the wrong way. She exhaled a sigh when he turned to head toward the witch memorial, a frown tugging at her lips. She caught up to him, walking beside him in silence for a moment before she asked, "Why are you so afraid of letting someone in? Like.. why can't you just be real with one single person?" She shook her head and admitted, "I don't get it." ~~~ Fox snorted at the question. "Where to start," he muttered. "I tried that once. Backfired." He turned the corner, following the signs to behind the museum to find the place. "Besides, would you believe me if I let you in? Or would you think I was just full of shit?" Fox had a pretty good idea which one it would be, and it wouldn't be acceptance. ~~~ "So?" Charlie asked, giving him a look. "Did you never hear that old mantra? If at first you don't succeed, then try and try again." Things failed. People failed. If anyone knew that, it was her. She'd been living with the consequences of that for her whole entire life, but it didn't mean she was going to stop trying. "You won't know if you never try me." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "And what would you care, anyway, if I didn't? I'm nothing to you, so what would it really hurt?" ~~~ "What would it change if I did? Nothing. I still do what I want, when I choose." She was trying to confuse the hell out of him. Fox was sure of it. What did she care anyways if he was honest or fake? She didn't like him, though yeah, she was on this weird friend kick. "Why do you care?" ~~~ "And? No one is saying that you can't do what you want when you want to. I am like.. all for that. Seriously." Charlie always did what she wanted when she wanted to and rarely ever thought about consequences. That would need to be tamed down a bit now that she was actually a part of her daughter's life, but she still just didn't fault anyone for that. "I care because Riley cares," Charlie admitted with a bit of a frown. "And, because, you know.. sometimes people just need someone to give a shit whether it makes any sense that they do or not." ~~~ "Okay." He nodded, still walking along. Charlie wasn't a typical female, so Fox couldn't figure out what the hell was going through her head. "You don't know me. Hell, Riley barely does." Fox wasn't used to someone caring. He didn't know what to to about it. ~~~ "Does anyone ever really know anyone?" Charlie asked, giving him a look and then rolling her eyes. "Just.. do me a favor and like.. get over yourself. You act like everybody's got some ulterior motive when it comes to you but really, what do you think we all want?" ~~~ Fox shrugged, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "I don't know. It's why I ask. Experience has shown not everyone has good intentions." ~~~ "But just because not everybody has good intentions doesn't mean that everyone has bad ones." Charlie frowned a little, her gaze moving forward as they walked. She was quiet for a moment, something that was generally thought to be a bad sign when it came to her, but she was thinking. Finally she sighed and admitted, "I'm not good at this." ~~~ Fox stopped walking and turned to face her. "Can you tell me, honestly, that you have no ulterior motive for wanting to hang out with me? To be friends?" If she said yes, he'd believe her. He would take her at her word and attempt to trust. Something he hadn't done in a very long time. ~~~ When he stopped and turned to face her, the question made her arch a brow slightly and then she gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I.. might. I mean... everything you do has to benefit you in some way, right? Or why else would you do it?" She frowned a bit. "It's nothing bad though. It's just.. you know, good things. Make Riley happy, not be an alienating force standing between the two of you, maybe even get laid more which I'm always down for so..." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Is that so bad?" ~~~ Fox blinked, a bit surprised at her honesty but all the more appreciative for it. "No. No that's not so bad," he answered with a subtle shake of his head. Turning, he started back down the walk. Maybe he should tell Charlie why he stopped coming over. "Rumors are going around that I'm dating Riley. I'm straight. Not gay." ~~~ Maybe that was the key, just being blunt. She was usually like that with everyone but it seemed more difficult with Fox and she didn't know why. Maybe it was because there were things about him that reminded her of her brother. She started walking alongside him when he started moving again and then smirked at his statement. "You could do worse than a really hot doctor." Charlie exhaled a soft laugh. But then she rolled her eyes and exhaled a sigh. "People are so fucking stupid. If you were both straight, they wouldn't be spreading rumors but because he's gay then obviously you two can't just be friends." She rolled her eyes. "It's discrimination is what it is." ~~~ Fox smirked at her defense of him. Maybe that wasn't what she intended, but it felt that way. It was nice to know that maybe someone didn't think him something he wasn't. "I could. But I just don't see the thrill in dick. It's not a turn on for me." ~~~ "So you wouldn't even have a threesome?" Charlie asked, looking over at him. "Like.. I mean if you weren't the one.. getting the dick or.. whatever." ~~~ "With a guy and a girl? Sure, I'd do that." Fox shrugged. He had before and he'd do it again. Hell, he'd sorta had one with Riley. ~~~ "Really?" Charlie was a little surprised by that. Sure, Riley had told her about that whole thing with Kate but that hadn't been a full on threesome, at least not the way he described it so... "But how into it would you be? I mean would it be one of those.. I touch her and you touch her but we never touch each other things or would you.. you know, be down for a bit of... experimenting or whatever?" ~~~ "Fingercuffs are always fun," he murmured. "And I've done sandwiches. Guess it depends on what exactly you're trying to do." Fox glanced over, realizing they were walking past the places they wanted to go, but he was enjoying himself. "Maybe gimme more details and I'll tell you?" ~~~ "What's a fingercuff?" Charlie had never heard that term. "Is a sandwich the same thing as DP? Because I know what that is. I haven't actually done that yet, pretty much every threesome I've ever been in was with another girl and a guy, but I know what it is." She wasn't even paying attention to where they were going now, just walking, and trying to figure out how this would work. "I just meant like.. would you be down for being.. touched by the other guy or.. maybe even kissed?" She quirked a brow slightly. "Or what about, I mean... a blowjob? Getting, not giving, of course. No straight guy is going to suck cock but.. Would you let another guy give you head if you were going to get to fuck some hot girl afterward?" ~~~ Fox blinked. "Fingercuff's when a woman gets her mouth and cunt stuffed at the same time. Y'know, like those Chinese tube toys? Same thing. And a sandwich is a DP." Now came the interesting part. Should he tell her what he'd done already or let it come out gradually. "I've kissed a guy before. Wasn't too impressed." ~~~ "Oh, okay." Charlie pursed her lips in a thoughtful frown. "Learn something new every day." She smirked. She liked sex. She'd had a lot of it. That didn't necessarily mean that she knew all the terminology for things. It was all just fucking to her. "I don't always like kissing much. It's too..." She tried to think of the word. "Intimate." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "At least sometimes." She smiled. "But, you didn't answer my last question! Are you avoiding it for some reason?" She quirked a brow slightly. ~~~ Fox nodded to agree. "Kissing's pretty intimate, but it can be damned fun foreplay if you play your cards right." He took a long moment to think about her question regarding blowjobs. Would he? A minute later, he had his answer. "If I'm kept busy by the lady, sure. Why not?" ~~~ "Foreplay? What's that?" Charlie was being sarcastic and yet, at the same time, she was kind of serious. She usually made the first move and, typically speaking, the guys she slept with were in a bit of a hurry to get their rocks off. There wasn't always much of that whole foreplay thing. "I wouldn't mind trying it sometime. You know, two guys and me." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Of course I'll try pretty much anything once. Just to see what it's like." ~~~ "Seriously? Fuck, Charlie, if we weren't trying to be friends and you Riley's, I'd make the offer to show you." Fox couldn't believe that some men would bypass the niceties. If you want good sex, make sure the woman was happy, which usually meant foreplay. Good thing Fox didn't mind. ~~~ Charlie gave him an incredulous sort of look and then replied, "Riley doesn't care who I have sex with. He told me so last night." She pursed her lips into a thoughtful frown and then added, "It was either right before or right after I had sex with him." She smirked as she added, "Apparently I can still turn him on." And then she shrugged as she added, "That or he was just upset about something and wanted a distraction." She seemed okay with that for a moment, but then she frowned a little and added, "Guess I'm good for that." ~~~ Fox stepped closer to bump into Charlie. "You should be better than that. No woman should be used for just distractions." Some part of him wondered why Riley was using her that way, but it wasn't his business. ~~~ "Why?" Charlie asked, glancing over at him. "I mean.. isn't that what everything is? A distraction from... the past or.. the future or... just the crapiness of having to wake up every single day? Why should people be any different?" She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I distract him from the fact that his life isn't the way he imagined it would be and he distracts me from... a shit ton of things and we feel better for a little while afterward which is better than never feeling any better at all, right?" ~~~ Fox frowned. Damn. He had a negative outlook, but she took the cake. "Didn't say you had to be different, but for someone who says she does what she wants when she wants, you don't seem too thrilled with the outcome." ~~~ "I don't mind it. I mean I said it was better than never at all, right? And it is." Charlie gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "But it's not everything. I mean... even when things are at their best, or as good as they ever have been, there's still something... missing." ~~~ "Sex can just be for sex's sake, but it doesn't have to be just that either." Fox had thought for awhile that maybe he'd have something different with Frankie, but it seemed he was wrong. Still, some part of him was a romantic. "What do you think's missing?" ~~~ "It's kind of different with Trevor." Charlie hadn't thought much about it, or even really about him that much, since Saturday, but now that they were talking about it, it was on her mind. "It was... Well the first two times weren't different. We fucked in a shower like two minutes after we met and then I fucked him about five minutes after he got to the house, but the third time was different. It was..." She frowned a little, trying to think of the right word. "It felt kind of sweet." She shrugged it off and added, "And it's always been different with Riley. I dunno why, it just is. Maybe because... because I trust him. And, well, since he's not even really into women, I know he doesn't just keep me around because I'm good in bed." She exhaled a soft laugh. "But I meant just.. in general, there's something missing. Like... purpose." She frowned a little. "Which I never even cared about or thought about before." ~~~ Fox took a left, deciding that if they were walking, they may as well go someplace interesting. "What sort of purpose would you want with sex?" ~~~ "Not sex," Charlie scowled a little. "I meant like.. in life." He wasn't keeping up very well. Then again, her thought processes weren't always clear to even her so it was quite probable that they weren't at all clear for someone trying to follow her. "Like Riley, he's a doctor. He helps people. And you..." She looked at him and then she smirked a little. "Well I have no idea what you do, but I'm sure you've got a purpose somewhere. But me..." She was trying to figure it out, her purpose, her worth, and she hadn't quite found it yet. ~~~ Yeah, her mental thought train was a bitch to keep up with. Fox sighed and quickly switched gears. Fuck. Talking about the meaning of life now? He wasn't a philosopher! "Mine's to cause trouble, apparently," he muttered. "I dunno. Don't you have a kid? Isn't there something about kids being the purpose for parents?" He wasn't trying to put his foot in his mouth, just asking a curious question. He didn't do well with kids so he typically avoided them. ~~~ "You think so?" Charlie asked, a small frown pursing her lips as she looked at him. "And I do. I know that she's a part of it but.... that can't be all, can it? I don't really want it to be. I mean.. if that's the case, what happens when she grows up?" She frowned again. "There has to be something more that I'm... good for." ~~~ Fox shrugged, not really sure how to answer the question. "Then maybe you should look into what interests you and go from there. There's gotta be something, right?" ~~~ "You know what interests me?" Charlie asked, pausing to give him a second to think about it before she said, "Having fun. Enjoying the day, just being out and not... locked up in a room somewhere. That's what I should probably focus on." Enough with the whole emo, meaning of life crap. She was alive and that was something. "I can go where I want and do what I want and not have anyone... chasing me around trying to shove pills down my throat or... make me put my clothes back on or.. you know, whatever else, hypothetically speaking." She was still clothed for the moment anyway. ~~~ Fox chuckled. "True. Only pill I want my women on is birth control and I wouldn't be trying to put your clothes on. Quite the opposite." He glanced around, noticing the museums and landmarks they passed. He'd definitely have to come back here to check it out again. ~~~ Charlie laughed, biting her lower lip as he glanced around and then deciding to ask the question that came to mind. "So you'd still want to... do bad things with me even though I stabbed you?" She paused and then added, "Do you have a scar? Can I see it?" ~~~ Fox chuckled. "Very bad, naughty, fantastic things with you. I was pissed off, because I didn't what I did to deserve it. Still don't, but I'm not gonna stress about it." At her question, he stopped walking. Fox reached down and tugged his shirt up, exposing a taut, muscled stomach with no hint of a scar. ~~~ "I was upset because of that woman," Charlie admitted in a soft voice. "Riley... He's not supposed to be with any woman who isn't me." And while that wasn't exactly Fox's fault, and things hadn't gone as far as she thought they had, at the time it made sense to blame him since he was the one that brought her to their house in the first place. "Can't even tell," Charlie said, her lips pursing in a bit of a frown. "That's kind of disappointing." Though probably not for him, of course. ~~~ Fox glanced down. "Yeah I know. Starbuck got there pretty quick and really wanted to get his hands on me even though I was shoving him away." Fox didn't care about a scar one way or the other. He just didn't want to deal with healers. ~~~ "Well, can you blame him?" Charlie asked, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. "I'd wanna get my hands on you too." She reached out to lightly drag a fingertip down where the scar would have been had there been one left behind. ~~~ Fox's stomach flexed under the touch, but not in an effort to get away. "As long as it's just your hands, I might be persuaded." ~~~ "Just hands?" Charlie pouted a little, a devilish bit of a grin in her eyes. "Not my lips? They're really lush and soft. Could be a fan of those too." ~~~ "I'd have to try them out to see." If she was going to flirt, Fox could flirt back. No harm, no foul. ~~~ Charlie smiled, batting those green eyes at him as she took a step closer, pressing her hand flush against his stomach and said, "Well, Fox... You know where to find them." She giggled and then she took off in a run headed for a small park that wasn't too far off from where they had been standing. ~~~ Fox dropped his shirt as she took off. Hell, if she thought he was going to chase her she had another thing coming. But he would wander in that direction out of curiosity. ~~~ The park was built around some old ass tree and was a memorial for something or another, she was sure. It wasn't like a park that kids played in though, just one of those preserved plots of space in the midst of a cobblestoned paradise. Charlie wandered around the tree, running her hand along the bark before she came to rest upon it, waiting for him to catch up. ~~~ Fox showed up a minute later, keeping his steady pace. He wandered up to the tree, taking in the sight of the part as he walked. "Not bad. Looks familiar." ~~~ "Slow poke," Charlie remarked with a smirk. "Have you been here before?" It was a nice little space. The town looked really cute, quaint from here, not like it was on the roadways. The traffic was CRAZY! "You ever go somewhere and you just sit and think about like.. all the people who've been there first? Like in a place like this especially, where there's so much history. People you read about, learned about it school, they may have leaned right here just where I am now." ~~~ Fox leaned against the tree right beside her. "Not sure. May just be deja vu." He knew he'd hit a tree in Boston. But this wasn't there. "Sometimes, yeah. Someone probably fought here. Lived here. Fucked here. Died here. Someone we'll never know or remember." ~~~ That was actually kind of deep. Charlie stared off at nothing for a moment, just taking it all in, and then she looked over at Fox, watching him for a second before shifting so that she was leaning her side against the tree instead of her back, facing him. "So.. you said something before about how if we weren't trying to be friends then you would, you know, show me a thing or two so... Just curious, but why does that matter?" ~~~ Fox nodded, still leaning his back to the tree. "Yeah. I've rarely seen a case where anything works out between friends. Not to mention, you're Riley's. I don't poach someone else's girl." He paused and then wagged his head. "Well, not knowingly at least." ~~~ "I don't belong to anyone, least of all Riley." Charlie rolled her eyes. That suggestion was just dumb. Riley was gay no matter what transpired between them and he didn't really want her, not like that. "And I always fuck my friends." She shrugged slightly. "It's never really made much of a difference before though maybe that's just because I don't care about... attachments." She didn't require terms of endearment or the dropping of L-bombs. She didn't expect it. "But whatever." She shrugged. "Do what you want. Or don't." ~~~ Fox frowned, staring out across the grass and the streets as he thought. It wasn't like he hadn't fucked friends before. He'd been fucking Kate for a little while. And she was right. Riley was gay, so what would he care? Charlie didn't say much, but she made a valid argument. "Fair enough." ~~~ Charlie smirked a little but said nothing for a long moment before she pushed herself off of the tree and announced, "I'm hungry. You should feed me." ~~~ Fox smiled back, reaching out to catch Charlie's wrist. "And here I thought you wanted me to kiss you five minutes ago with the chasing." He tugged her to him, wondering if she would resist now or go with it. ~~~ Charlie quirked a brow slightly when he caught her wrist, a grin tugging at her lips as he pulled her to him. She didn't resist, instead quite the opposite, making an active effort to close any micro amount of space between them and press the soft curves of her body against his. "I want you to do a lot more than just kiss me, Fox." ~~~ Fox leaned forward, brushing his mouth to hers. "How much more?" He brought a hand up to cup the back of her neck, keeping the kiss light and teasing for now. She didn't have much experience with foreplay, she'd said, and Fox was willing to show her. ~~~ The hand on the back of her neck made her tense up slightly, though only for an instant before she was back to her normal self. "I want all of it. Always. I'm greedy like that." Charlie smirked, tilting her head ever so slightly so as to ghost her lips against his own. ~~~ Fox rubbed his fingers against her skin, trying to soothe the tension he felt there. He chuckled against her mouth. "Didn't think you'd want me to do it all here." He sucked softly on her lower lip, running his hands down her back. ~~~ "Mmm, wouldn't mind much but.. I think Riley would frown on us getting arrested for public indecency." Charlie smirked a little, enjoying the attention for just a moment longer before she wriggled away from him. "Should we go somewhere else?" She seemed in a bit of a hurry perhaps, but, "I don't like feeling... limited." ~~~ Fox chuckled, letting her pull away. "Probably. But I thought you wanted to explore Salem?" He pushed off the tree, walking through the park back to the sidewalk. "We've got time." ~~~ He was walking back to the sidewalk. Charlie frowned a little and then replied, "Maybe I changed my mind." Just because they had time didn't mean that she necessarily wanted to wait. She wasn't a very patient person. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it and not having to wait and she didn't appreciate that being challenged. ~~~ At no point had Fox said that he would fuck Charlie, especially this afternoon. "So why were you asking about threesomes earlier?" He turned to walk backwards, waiting for her to catch up. ~~~ "Isn't it obvious?" Charlie asked, exhaling a sigh out of frustration. "I think you should have threesome with Riley and me." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. ~~~ Fox paused in walking. Now that he wasn't expecting. "Does Riley know about this?" Shit, now how was he supposed to process this and maintain his image? Everyone already thought he was fucking Riley and dating him. A threesome would confirm it. ~~~ Charlie shook her head in response to the question. "He doesn't even know I'm hanging out with you. Well, I left him a note but... He doesn't know that I... that I had this idea." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I thought it would be a nice surprise, you know, if it ever... happened." ~~~ Fox nodded slowly. "Gotcha. Well, I'm not saying no, but I'd rather hear what he has to say." He turned, heading back down the walk to his bike which was several blocks away now. ~~~ "Really?" Charlie asked, and then she exhaled a soft laugh. "I already know what he's gonna say." Or at least she thought she did and it consisted of when and where. But maybe she was wrong. She followed him along the sidewalk headed back in the direction of the bike. ~~~ He wouldn't really know his answer until he heard Riley's opinion, so instead Fox just shrugged. "Tell me what he says and we'll go from there." ~~~ "You want me to talk to him?" Charlie asked, sounding a bit surprised by that. "Well, okay so... I mean what do you think of the idea? Are you.. interested or like... not at all or... what?" ~~~ Fox glanced over. "I'm not saying no. Anything beyond that depends on what he says." It wasn't like he hadn't done anything with Riley before, so it wouldn't be knew and freaky. But Riley was protective of Charlie. If he'd rather not, then Fox wouldn't. ~~~ "Okay. Fine." Charlie gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I'll ask him and let you know." In the meantime, though, she was done here now. She came, she saw, and now she was ready to leave so it was a good thing they were headed back toward the bike. ~~~ Well, she went from zero to sixty and back rather quickly. Oh well. Fox nodded his understanding and led the way back. Once he reached the bike, he held out the helmet for her and climbed on, backing it up so she wouldn't have to deal with that part of it. ~~~ Charlie was a roller coaster of ups and downs. One minute she was hot, the next she was cold, and that was something he would get used to once he got to know her. Besides, she couldn't, or wouldn't rather, do anything with him now. Riley wouldn't like that. So she climbed onto the back of the bike once he was ready for her and settled in behind him for the ride home. All in all, this hadn't been terrible and maybe, just maybe, this whole friend thing would work out.