𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 - 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘

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Once Charlie had managed to clear out the rest of the party goers and made sure those who were staying the night had somewhere to sleep, he joined me on the roof of his house, somewhere we used to spend a lot of time before life got as hectic as it has been lately.

We laid side by side staring up at a cloudless night sky. Charlie's fingers intwined with my own.

It was so peaceful up here.

I remember when Charlie first showed me his spot on the roof, when we were little, sitting up here felt like we were worlds away from real life.

"Did you know Charlie means to be a free man or a warrior?" I say for no reason in particular.

Charlie laughs, "Yes, but thats not why my parents called me Charlie"

"Dead relative?" I ask.

"Nope" He pops the p.

"My dad sold some coke, once, just once" he begins. "But before he sold it he sampled it, you know testing the goods?" He laughs again and although I'm not looking at him, i know he's shaking his head slightly at his dad's antics

"Like father like son" i say quietly with a smile.

"Well anyway, pretty much as soon as he sold it, mum went into labour with me, so obviously when my dad gets there he's off his head and when I'm born, she asks him to name me and so he chose Charlie, which some people use to refer to cocaine" Charlie finishes his story.

"I'm so sorry but thats the worst thing I've ever heard" i laugh so hard I'm almost in tears.

"Imagine being called Charlie because your dads pinging" I laugh even harder and Charlie joins in, finding humour in it too.

Once our laughs sobered up, Charlie asks "so why are you called Nyx?"

"Greek goddess, the personification of the night" i smile, loving the reason why my mom called me what she did.

"She lived in a place of suffering and darkness but is considered the only goddess Zeus is a afraid of"

"Why?"

"Her beauty and power" i answered simply, remembering all the times my mom told me this story.

She was super into greek mythology back in the day.

"Damn, and I just thought you were just a pretty girl with a pretty name"

"Nope, now come on" i say, jumping up and holding my hand out for him to take.

"Where are we going?" Charlie asks as he dusts off the back of his jeans.

"Well I'm cold and still decorated in dried blood so I'd like to shower"

"Can I join?"

"How about no?" I laugh at his attempt, although showering with him doesn't sound too bad.

Charlie and I make our way back into his house, the upstairs part of it being pristine as if there was never a party here to begin with other than the bodies sleeping on spare beds in different rooms.

Charlie grabbed me a fresh towel and put it on the heated towel rack for me and turned on the water too, making sure it was the temperature he knew I liked best.

Scorching.

He presses a light kiss to my temple, "There you go munchkin, shout me if you need anything" he says, making his way out the bathroom.

"Charlie?" I call out before the door had clicked shut.

I watch him back track his steps until he's back in the bathroom and facing me, "yes?"

"Would you maybe want to join me?" I stutter out at a painfully slow rate, all of my confidence evaporating instantly.

Charlie looks shocked for only a moment before he masks it, "really?"

"Really"

"Don't need to ask me twice"

Charlie began peeling off his clothes, once he was down to his boxers and I was in just my pants and bra, I silently thanked myself for picking a matching black lace set this morning and not the dinosaur underwear i was going to choose.

Although I'm sure he'd find them quite amusing.

I notice Charlie drinking in my appearance, despite seeing me like this tens of times before. Something about this seems different.

Feeling my cheeks flame up from situation at hand, i turn my back on him, hoping it would ease my nerves.

I hear Charlie's last item of clothing drop to the floor and I know its time to remove my own final garments.

Before I could reach around and unclip my bra, Charlie clears his voice, "let me"

The tips of his fingers graze my skin delicately, as if I'm made of the finest porcelain and with the slightest touch, I'll shatter.

He works quickly, unclipping my bra, letting the straps fall down my shoulders before slipping it off of me entirely, dropping it to the floor by his boxers.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach swirl at the intimate touch of his fingers.

Charlie places a sweet kiss to my shoulder, getting into the shower and closing the fogged up glass door almost all the way shut, allowing me privacy to remove my underwear myself.

Once they're on the pile of our other clothes, I take a deep breath and exhale, trying to regain just an ounce of composure before stepping into the shower with him, closing the door entirely. Shutting that door was almost like putting a wall up to the outside world.

Right now it was just him and I, in our own little bubble and nothing the gods had written on the cards of our future could hurt us in this very moment.

Charlie would only make eye contact with me. Never letting his eyes stray from mine no matter how much he wanted to.

I grabbed the soap from the shelf, realising it was my own.

Well technically his, just the scent that I religiously use. There was a time that I was basically staying at least four or five nights a week at his. So Charlie had bought it for me along with a plethora of other items i like such as shampoo and conditioner, even the type of razors and shaving cream I use.

I squirt some of the vanilla scented wash onto a loofa, "here" i look up at Charlie through my lashes.

I use the loofa on him, watching his muscles flex under my touch, wondering when he got so built.

No wonder all the girls pine for his attention.

Charlie takes the loofa from me, adding more soap to it before saying, "my turn darling"

He gently repeats my actions on myself and helps me rinse off the soap.

Charlie smiles at me, a swoon worthy smile, one I've seen a thousand times but only recently has it stirred something inside me.

"What is it?" I ask

"Nothing, just this" he gestures at the space between us and the situation at hand.

"This?" I question again, wanting more than a vague answer.

"I think younger me would have an absolute fit if he knew in a few years we'd be doing this"

"Wait until he finds out we're doing this too" i say, before leaning into Charlie on my tip toes, pressing my lips to his.

It takes a moment before Charlie kisses me back, but when he does it's like the world stops. One of his hands grips my waist, the other cupping my face, i slink my arms around his neck, pulling myself into the kiss ever so slightly.

Getting tired of the height difference, Charlie hoists me up, almost upon instinct i wrap my legs around his waist and he presses my back against the cold tile wall.

Despite the contrast, it does nothing to cool my body which is set ablaze right now.

We make out for what seems like forever.

Its intimate and loving, as if he's trying to savour every moment of it, rather than letting his carnal desires take over.

We part only for a moment, "Nyx?"

I hum quietly, urging him to continue.

"I think I'm falling for you" he whispers quietly into my neck.

I think I'm falling for you.

My whole world stops.

Only for a minute.

"Really?"

"Really" he affirms.

It wasn't long after that, that we both got out the shower, Charlie wrapping me up in a soft, warm, white towel. He presses a kiss to my temple and leads the way to the bedroom.

The soft hum of music in the background fills the silence.

Both of us dry off in the comfortable stillness thats formed around us, Charlie is in bed before I am and he pats the spot next to him.

I'm more than happy to do as I'm told. He flicks the light off and his hand finds my own under the sheets, tugging me into his body.

Again i oblige, and curl myself into his side, draping my leg over his and I rest my head on his chest.

Charlie holds my waist with one hand, the other holding my head to his chest lovingly, stroking my face.

"Charlie?"

"Yes darling?" He hums.

"I think I'm falling too" i whisper.

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AN:

We reached 5k+ reads!!

I'm beyond thankful

I hope you're all doing okay and staying safe from the winter scaries because they're kicking my ass rn.

And the revival of heroine chic? I think I'd rather be shot.