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“you're the reader out of the two of us,” he pointed out, giving his head a small shake. “the only book i've ever managed to get through without looking for an excuse to put it down is the little prince. i read it when i was ten.” his smile softened, eyes settling —
“remember how i always say to stop buying me things?” her voice trails, as if she’s waiting for some sort of confirmation on his part before she continues. within seconds, she’s off the floor and her satisfied grin clearly betrays how spoiled she is with charlie, stealing+
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on hers. “besides, i like reading over your shoulder. though, if i'm honest, i spend more time watching you read than actually following the words.”
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a laugh slipped out of him as he took the bait, hands finding their way beneath her ass to lift her clean off the ground. “you do get a bit of a stiffy for libraries,” he reasoned, his mouth curling as they came eye to eye. “maybe i ought to buy you one of those instead.”
“picture the face i make when i see a library.” she answers as a way to paint a picture to him, though she realizes she’s not quite done enjoying their proximity. grabby hands indicate she wants to be picked off of the floor, eyebrows raising expectantly. “then you’ll have an+
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“in my defence, i've absolutely no idea what i look like when i'm looking at you,” he mumbled, the corner of his mouth lifting. though, if he had to hazard a guess, it was probably a fairly embarrassing picture. hopelessly smitten.
"when you talk like that..." love had spent so much of her life planning ahead, having to predict everything. hearing charlie promise to come to her, giving her permission to relax and let herself be vulnerable was priceless. she believed it, too. she believed he would. +
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“i promise i'm not anxious, and if i ever get to that point, i'll come and talk to you about it,” he assured her, meaning every word. love had already seen sides of him he'd never imagined being comfortable showing another person, and somehow she'd stuck around. not only that, —
“ i like that you don’t want to get complacent… i don’t want to be either. i just want this to be push us to be better for each other, i don’t want this to make you feel anxious or something.” she states calmly. she knows it’s not the end of the world, but she finds that—
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she still seemed to like him. “i love you,” he added with a small nod, his thumb still tracing her jaw. “more than i really know what to do with half the time. so don't be alarmed if i buy you a horse or something.”
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he should've known better. very little got past love, a lesson he'd learned the hard way more than once. she had an irritating knack for getting beneath his defences, even when she wasn't trying to. “sometimes, yeah. but i don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. doesn't —
“you don’t actually wonder if you do, right?” she checks in nonetheless, her eyes chasing his for some sort of tell, fingers still drawing shapes across the nape of his neck. “because i’m irretrievably in love with you. i go to sleep thinking about paris with you.”
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mean i don't trust you, just means i'm not about to get complacent.” his hand found its way to her neck, fingers curling gently against her skin as his thumb swept along her jaw. “i want paris to be a part of our greatest hits. not just our single magnum opus.”
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“all i'm hearing is that the next time you're not actively trying to shove your tongue down my throat, i should be worried,” he joked, a smile tugging at his lips. there was something about that softer look in her eyes that always got him, warming his chest. his thumb brushed —
leaning her cheek against his large, cool hand, her body always betraying the love she felt for him. her big brown eyes, soft and warm stare into his own, hand on her waist keeping her close to his body. “i used tongue. you should be pretty certain.”
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idly against her waist, gaze lingering on hers. “good to know i've still got that sort of effect on you.”
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his hand settled firmly at her waist, drawing her closer as he returned the kiss with less restraint. a quiet laugh caught somewhere against her lips at the little whine, his other hand finding her cheek. “see? that's much better,” he murmured, barely pulling away before —
as a show of good faith, she kisses him with tongue. she dives into him, immediately drowning in her attraction to him, holding onto the material of his shirt, soft whine leaving her lips.
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stealing another kiss. “starting to think you like me after all.”
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“you're an absolute menace,” he murmured, though there was no bite or conviction behind it. he was more than happy to indulge her, dipping his chin to close the remaining distance and finally catch her lips in a kiss.
“owed? see, baby, this is one of the words that girlfriend doesn’t understand.” she states, fingers caressing the nape of his neck, though she approaches, on her tiptoes, batting her eyelashes at him. “it is a fair request so… i’ll allow it.”
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“terribly mistreated, actually. i'd argue i'm owed some compensation.” his smirk lingered as one hand slipped from her ass, travelling slowly up the centre of her back. “a kiss or two ought to do it, though. i'm not unreasonable.”
the world girlfriend makes shivers arise and her ear feel warm. she knows they’re together, but the act of letting the word slip with such ease, such casualness makes her entire body melt. “would you say you’re a mistreated boyfriend, then? that your girlfriend needs to step—
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a surprised laugh escaped him, his eyebrows lifting. “a sass machine? that's a harsh assessment.” he looked almost offended, though the grin threatening to give him away wasn't helping his case. “not my fault i've been blessed with an exceptional dry sense of —
“i’m doing it as a survival technique. when i give you too much affection and give you any less than usual, you turn into a sass machine.” her lips form a smile, and her eyes are full of affection for the man in front of her, those hands over the pockets of her jean skirt—
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humour. particularly useful when my girlfriend insists on being so withholding.”
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he grinned, catching her by the waist the second she was within reach. “starting to think you're deliberately rationing the affection. seems a bit cruel, considering how stupidly fond of you i am,” he teased, his hand slipping down to her ass as promised.
…. walking towards him. faster.
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you don't want my hands on your ass?
i need more tactical information before i make my next move.
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who says i'm telling you what to do? i'm just making a friendly suggestion that'll benefit the both of us.
taking a few steps forward, stopping halfway. you don’t tell me what to do.
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