A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.
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Charity awoke the next morning feel warm again. She and Fezco had gone to bed separately. They hadn't held hands or even faced the same way.
But some time along through out the night, they both shifted closer and closer and now she was somehow draped over Fezco and his ever warmth filled body.
Charity found that she had some let her head rest against her chest. His hand resting low on her back. His fingertips just dipped slight inside the waistband of her shorts. The heat radiated from them and she could suppress the shudder that ran down her spine as she grew more comfortable at such a touch.
Their legs were tangled together. His legs had been strong and warm, her own thighs had licked around one while she was half laid on the the other. Her had must have found it's way to his face before she realized with an embarrassed start, that her hand had been wrapped just under his jaw like an intimate caress that only lovers would do.
Charity felt heat rush over her and she closed her eyes and for the first time in a long time, she enjoyed the muffled slice of silence away from the outside world.
She opened her eyes and took in everything around her.
She could see the sun shining through the room's blinds and cast a warm glow over them, she could feel the rumble of Fezco's chest as he snored lightly. She could still smell the scent of him. Weed and cologne that he wore.
