Spoiled (Charlie/Open) - The White Tower

Her hand came to rest on his jaw as she simply tasted him for a moment before completely covering his lips with her own with a sweet sigh. Her fingers just traced the line of his jaw, the side of his neck. And the camera just fell into her lap.

Her response was met with a softly murmured sigh against her lips, the youth smiling as he kissed her and rested his fingertips gently against the side of her neck while still holding his glass in his other hand.

"Sweet..." the words was a soft whisper even as his lips continued to touch hers.

"Soft..." Was her reply as her slow movements quickened gradually and her other hand found his knee. She gently squeezed it and pulled his face closer to hers.

That touch stole a soft sound of pleasure from his lips as he leaned into it, leaned against her and returned the kiss with a touch more desire as he reached out to put his glass away without breaking away from her.
His now free hand returning to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close with a soft tug.

Tumble went the camera onto the floor. The normally obsessive-about-her-equipment Toreador just didn't care right this moment, even as the flash went off as it landed on the shutter button and snapped a picture. Who knows how that one would turn out.

She arched her back, pressing herself into him. Her far leg draped over his and her fingers slid to the back of his neck. As his desire rose slightly, so did hers.

"I hate it when you do that," she smiled against his lips, obviously joking.

"Maybe I should stop then?" he grinned, pulling her onto his lap as he leaned his back against the back of the sofa and adjusted himself slightly so that he could look up at the Rose now straddling him.
"Since you hate it so much?" the youth chuckled, clearly teasing as his hands found her hips.

"But then I wouldn't have that pleasant feeling of my knees going weak," she grinned, licking his lips softly, seductively. "Going weak... just for you."

Oh, he liked that...
The youth's hands tightened on her hips, pulled her against his again with a low moan against her lips.
"Tell me what you want..." Charlie whispered, closing his eyes and brushing his lips across hers. "And I'll make your knees go weak..."

"You're already giving me what I want. Don't stop," she said in a whisper, her cheeks slightly pink. Her hands rested on his chest now, her lips nuzzling against his, tasting the lingering alcohol. Her legs gently squeezing his hips.

"Just tell me then..." he whispered as one hand slowly drifted up her back to curl his fingers into her hair. "which do you want...? Charlize?" the youth licked her lips and kissed her. "Or Charlie..?"

Now that was the question, wasn't it? Of course it wasn't as simple as black and white. For a few moments she just stared at the Brujah, searching his expression for a hint of... anything. She just wanted the youth, did it matter what form the being in front of her took? And more importantly, did it matter to Charlie?

Really, it looked as if Charlie just asked her the million dollar question or asked her which wire to cut to diffuse a bomb. Such a soft, confused yet calculating expression.

Charlie met her gaze with a warm smile, his fingers untangling from her hair and drifting along her jaw to rest under her chin.
"It's me either way... I just want to know" he said softly.

"Charlie...?"

Really, she was taking this like it was a life or death situation. Perhaps she just didn't want to disappoint the youth.

Oh, she had no reason to be looking at him as if the wrong answer would give her problems, at least not if the grin that spread across his lips was anything to go by.
"Go upstairs..." he smiled, kissing her chin without taking his smiling eyes off her. "Give me a minute... and I'll be right with you"

There was a moment of hesitation, but Cass complied. She gracefully maneuvered herself from on top of Charlie and stood, watching him a moment before she padded up the stairs and made her way into the bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed, chewing her bottom lip worriedly.

"What's with that look, gorgeous?" the youth's soft voice sounded in her ear a few minutes later, his arms suddenly though slowly easing around her waist as his lips touched the back of her neck.
However the heck he'd managed to get in there without her noticing was anyone's guess. But he was there now, pulling her into his arms as his lips drifted to the side of her neck to nip gently at her skin with his teeth.

That startled her, to say the least. She was expecting him to come through the door, not sneak in like a ninja. Naturally, she jumped and let out a small whimper at her surprise. But she eased into his arms just the same, her head falling forward just a little at his nips.

"I'm afraid," she said softly.

"Why...?" that same soft voice asked as one hand slid up the side of her body to gently grasp her shoulders while his lips eased across it. Still kissing, licking softly before nipping at her skin with his teeth again.
"I've never done anything to warrant your fear.... have I?"

"No," she shook her head softly. "You haven't. I just don't want to disappoint you. I want to be whoever you want to be with me. I don't prefer you one way or the other. I just prefer... you. I want you, in any way that you want to show yourself to me. You've trusted me with your secret. And I trust you to be comfortable with me any way you can."

She leaned just a bit more into his touch, still biting her lip.

"You could never disappoint me Cass..." Charlie said, brushing his lips across her shoulder as one arm tightened a little around her waist while allowing one hand to drift down her body and to her thigh, easing his fingertips under the edge of the dress and pulling at it gently.

"I just want you..." he pulled at the fabric a little more, easing it up her thigh before moving his hand down between her legs. "And this..? This is me... either way..." the youth sighed with a smile as his lips touched her ear and nipped at her earlobe. "Two sides of the same coin Cassiel... the fun part?" he brushed his fingers against her. "Is that I can be either... and like both"

She sighed with anticipation and contentment, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Her hands moved slowly, finding his hips and digging her nails into him through the fabric of his pants. She whimpered sweetly.

"I want Charlie tonight. I want Charlie," Cass whispered in a ragged breath.

As she whispered his name his teeth found the side of her neck and bit down. Not enough to break the skin, not using his fangs, but just enough to cause a little bit of pain which stood in contrast to the soft caress of his fingers.
She'd asked for Charlie, so... that was who she was going to get.

"And I want you..." he whispered in her ear as he let up the bite, moved his caress away from her and lifted her up off the bed, turning her around so to face him before pushing her up against the wall and pressing his body against hers. Claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

She was thankful that there was no mirror behind her this time, though the thought brought a huge grin to her face, even as he kissed her. Almost with a sense of overwhelming desire and desperation, she pawed at him forcefully. She pulled him with her hands by the fabric of his shirt, pulled him with her legs as they wrapped tightly around his waist. Nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. Lips and tongue wrestled his with intensity as she moaned softly against him.

The simple words he uttered... His want... Became her want. His desire was her desire. And every little move and every little sound was reciprocated ten fold.

Soft hands pulled her dress up to her hips even as his lips broke from hers and found her neck again with a soft groan. The youth once again grinding his hips up against hers as her touch, her sounds, the response of her body, urged him onwards and fueled his own desire.
"Heavens you feel so good..." he murmured against her skin, one hand moving down between their bodies, brushing against her for a brief moment before pulling at his own clothes.

Deft fingers moved to his clothing, only a little of unsure of how to help him. How to help him and keep his Charlie. She shuddered at his touch, moving with shaking fingers, even as her head drifted to one side. She needed him, desperately needed him.

"Do you feel alive? Right now?" She whispered against his ear and she pushed her hips upward against him.