Drowned (Charlie) - Gilded Cage

"Oh I like languages...." with a happy tone.

Well, linguistics he could do.
"Tell me which you already speak and I'll keep my fingers crossed I know one which you haven't already learned" Charlie smiled as he reached out, briefly letting a manicured finger trace the line of her jaw to her chin before pulling it back again.

"I'm not crystal Charlie." and then a smile "Spanish and French," with a smile.

"Then how about Russian? Or perhaps something more exotic like Mandarin?" he smiled brightly. "Or perhaps Italian... Now that would most certainly suit you"

"oh Russian or Italian or Mandarin or three for how good I help you become?"

"Then" he smiled at her. "We start with one and take it from there. Sounds good?"

"Oh I like this idea, sure you can handle being stuck with me for hours?"

The youth straightened his back, though his eyes lingered with hers.
"Oh... I think I'll manage" he winked at her.

"I can't believe you have tons of free time."

"Enough to find room for you" Charlie said, lifting his hand to brush a persistent strand of wet hair from his face. "And if I didn't, I'd still find the time as some things are simply worth it. And your company is well worth my time and then some"

"I can't believe you've not had a slew of "dates" and" shaking her head "Want a hair tie?" with a grin "And no I'm not snoping just commenting."

"I think I'll do without the hair tie unless you're feeling in a creative mood" the youth chuckled with a wide grin to his lips. "And while a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, I've had a few dates. Though nothing all that serious. I might be a bit of a flirt but I don't share my bed with just anyone"
Surprisingly enough.

"Smart man, but someone will succeed." with a smile "Oh I like to play with hair."

"If they're interesting enough, then yes"
Charlie shook his head with a low laughter and motioned to his hair with a slender hand.
"And dear, knock yourself out" the youth smiled at her.

She motions for him to sit on the floor between her legs, and if he moves she starts playing with his hair. "So how does this crazy domain suit you?"

Sure enough Charlie moved to sit on the floor between her legs, his back to her as he leaned his head back slightly and let her play with his hair.
"It's been interesting so far" he said, closing his eyes. "I guess if I can find a niche for myself I might stay a while"

"Well I'm trying to do the same." kissing the top of his head while holding pig tails in both hands.

The youth chuckled again, leaning his head back so to look up at her with a wide grin to his pale lips. Steel blue eyes finding hers as the pig tails didn't seem to bother him one bit.
"What do you say? should I make this part of my fashion statement" Charlie smiled, his throat exposed as leaning his head back meant he needed to stretch his neck a bit.

"Oh yes it is such the fashion statement." with a grin at him. Then started to massage his neck and stuck her tongue out at him "I dare you to wear it that way...." with a grin at him.

"Oh, come on...." he closed his eyes with a content smile as he let out a soft sigh. Clearly enjoying her attention as she massaged his neck. "That's just not fair" the youth drew a deep, unneeded breath and murmured happily with his eyes still closed, letting her do whatever she wanted at the moment. "What do I get in return for such a dare hm?"

"What do you think is a fair trade?" whispered in his ear, but she was no where near it and kept massaging his neck, going down his back, and waited for his answer.

She'd probably notice it, the bandages hidden beneath his clothes as her hands moved to his back, though the youth didn't seem to mind. His back instead arching in response to her touch like the cat he was. A sly smirk across his pale lips as he murmured again.
"Surprise me..."

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edit; autocorrect is a bitch

Greer's hands slide down the front of his neck "Well what would you like to see me do?"

He could think of a fair few things...
The youth's eyes still closed as he simply leaned back against her, lifting one arm and reaching behind so to rest it lightly on the side of her waist.
"Play me one of Sam's favourite songs..." he said softly after a few moment, his head leaned back as he opened his eyes slowly to gaze up at her with steel blue eyes that seemed like they were searching for more than what was simply on the surface.

Greer touches his face, turns back to the piano and starts to play.

(on phone will ad link once home & performance rolls)