Spoiled (Charlie/Open) - The White Tower

His lips parted when she bit his thumb, a soft sound escaping him before he bit down on his lip with a pleased look.
"If you were a naive little girl without ambitions.. I wouldn't have kept you around... now would I?" the youth asked without taking his eyes off her, squeezing her hip gently again with his other hand as he move his own up against hers for a moment.

She sucked at his thumb, rolling her cold tongue around it light before letting it go. She pulled his hand into her own, resting her chin on it. Cass looked quite pleased herself.

"You really are the antithesis of almost everyone else here in town, aren't you? You... see things differently. You see me differently-- got under my skin. I don't know how you did it, but you did."

"Maybe I simply see things as they are? Maybe I see you... for you.." Charlie smiled softly at her, simply enjoying sharing in the closeness of their bodies. "Question is... do you like it?"

"Very much so," she smiled to him, but very suddenly missing him like he wasn't even there. No expression ever crossed her face to let him on to the feeling. But it was there, lingering in the back of her mind like evil, unpleasant little thoughts tend to do.

"I never asked you, Charlie. How is your training progressing? I know it's something you've been working hard on."

"I'm getting stronger, faster... more enduring with each passing week, and I like it"
Charlie's hand moved from her hip to press gently against her back as she rolled them over, placing him on top of her and causing the hazel locks of his hair to fall down around his face as he leaned over her. Still holding her hand though, even as it touched her chin with his thumb.
"Still in one piece, aren't I?" he sighed with a lingering smile as he leaned a little closer to her.

She arched her back, turning her head to the side ever so slightly as it rested on the pillow. She looked up at him, taking her free hand to push the locks of his fallen hair from his face. But her fingers didn't stop caressing his cheek, his forehead, his neck.

"You are. And I'm thankful for that. Besides, I need someone who can teach me how to defend myself against jealous little mortals," she smiled. "Someone in one piece, you know?"

Charlie closed his eyes with a soft sigh and a content smile.
"You just tell me what you want to learn..." the youth said gently, turning his head slightly so to kiss her hand when she caressed his cheek again. "And I'll gladly teach you.."

She shook her head. "I'm a lover, not a fighter, remember? I wouldn't even know where to begin. But... guns seem safe for someone like me."

"I can do that..." he kissed her hand again before turning his head back and opening his eyes to gaze at her again. "Though you can't always conceal a gun on you, specially with the kind of dresses you wear" the youth chuckled. "And while guns are good for a lot of things, there's plenty that's more efficient against our own kind..."
He smiled gently and leaned down to kiss her lips.
"Just want you to be safe.."

"I want that, too." she smiled against his lips. "I thought maybe a gun would be the best option. I don't think I can afford to be up close and personal, do you?"

"It all depends..." his lips drifted from her lips and down the side of her neck to nip at those sensitive spots that could be found at the corner of her neck and at her throat. "On knowing where to strike..." he whispered, his lips trailing soft kisses from her throat and along her collar bone while a gentle hand lifted her thigh to his hip and lightly scratched his nails across her delicate skin. "And how..."

She closed her eyes and let out the softest of sighs. She bit her lip with a whimper at the feel of his nails. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He was doing it again... Making her knees tremble in weakness, just from his mere touch.

"And where do you strike and how?" She asked in a whisper, though it was quite clear there was double meaning in the way she asked it.

He didn't really answer so much in words as he simply touched, licked and kissed. From her neck, down to her chest as his hands traveled to her sides, pulling her up against him and then letting his fingernails scratch across her skin from from her back above where her kidneys would be, around to the front and across where other vital organs would be hidden underneath her soft skin which was currently being marked by a light light pink from her his nails had touched. Allowing the weight of her own body to be pulled back down onto the bed by gravity so to "slip" through his fingers before kissing above her heart, down the senter of her chest and to the solar plexus with a low content sigh of pleasure against her.

Well wasn't he making this such a pleasurable experience?

She arched her back, rising to the feel of his lips and fingers. Whimpering more as they scratched, but in an oh-so-sweet way. Her head turned left and then right and her eyes barely opened to watch him. Tiny slivers of brown peered down in a haze of pleasure. Cass quivered, truly quivered, leaving one hand in his hair as the other rested half closed around her own throat.

Without letting his lips leave her skin, the youth opened his eyes and smiled up at her as he licked softly with the tip of a cold tongue and slipped down further. His arms easing in under her thigh and moving his hands to rest at her hips as he kissed just below her belly button.
Still watching her, still with that lingering smile to his pale lips.

A gasp. The sharp arch of her back that made it look as if she might snap in two. Even the more subtle reactions like the fluttering of her eyes and the parting of her lips as she reached to grip the pillow on either side of her head. All of those reactions were there and easily caught by Charlie's watchful eye. Torture was bliss, exquisite bliss.

"Charlie..." His name slipped past her lips with soft, high groan and a purr that seemed to last.

Soft, slow, teasing slow really, it would seem the youth wanted her to squirm, wanted to her hear moan and whimper as he took his time and simply enjoyed her. Soft hands still on her hips, holding her close, making sure she couldn't move away from him as he moaned against her.

At least he could make her forget about the damn ghoul for a while longer.

What ghoul?

There was only Charlie. And now it became her sole purpose to make sure that his receptionist heard her all the way down stairs as the slow build up made her cry out for all that she was worth.

*edited for word usage

"God... I love that voice of yours..." Charlie whispered softly as he let her relax again after having made sure she'd gotten everything she wanted. The youth pushing himself slowly up her body again so to rest his cheek on her stomach with a sigh as his arms wrapped around her.

"You're so sweet Cass..."

"Mmm..." She let the fingers of both hands entangle in his hair as she tiredly closed her eyes. "You're just so... perfect... So giving. What am I going to do with you, sugar?"

That grin never faded, not one bit.

"Mmm, pretty much anything you want..." he grinned, tracing a set of manicured nails across her skin with a feather light touch.

She laughed. "Can I borrow the man downstairs, then, at some point?" She grinned as she teased.

"Who? Mister Jameson? He's not mine you know?" he chuckled. "I only own part of the building, call it an investment. But the security guards and whatnots are employed by the main investor. Clueless as to what I am but paid enough not to give a damn about my habits and trained to look the other way. Amazing really" he turned his head so to kiss against her stomach. "what money can buy"

"Oh, then it should be much easier to make him blush," she laughed as she brushed her fingers across his cheek.

"You spend your money well, that's for sure."

"Money's only worth what you get for it. And you can't get much if you simply leave it in a bank to gather dust" he said with a content sigh at the feeling of her fingers on his cheek.