Charlie's back hurt. It really fucking hurt. And his shoulders did and somehow his hips too? That was a new one for him. But despite the pain, when he woke up he had a large sleepy smile on his face as he pulled you closer into his arms.
Your bed was way too small for him, even if you weren't sleeping with him, he would've been uncomfortable on the mattress that was a fraction of the size of his at home. He slept on the couch often (not by choice) but it was different because he could prop his legs up and move however he wanted. With your body all wrapped up in his and his feet hanging off of the bed, it wasn't exactly a luxurious sleep.
But Charlie loved it. If it was up to him, he'd invest in a good chiropractor and spend every single night with you in your small bed.
He tried shifting slightly but it was impossible, you were practically on top of him and you looked so peaceful. He didn't want to wake you up. Instead, Charlie ran his fingers gently through your hair and pressed his lips to your forehead, sighing comfortably.
It was raining gently outside and the sound of the drops hitting the pavement and the gentle hum of the city on the other side of your window was calming to him. It had been so long since he felt this way, Charlie almost forgot what it felt like to be content.
He thought back to the night before and how disappointed he'd been when he saw you weren't in bed with him. When the two of you first started this 'relationship', it had been just an avenue for him to relieve his lust. Charlie wanted you so badly and he didn't care about how messed up it was, he had to have you.
But it was different now. There were feelings involved and he was in too deep to write it off as just a few moments of passion. It was more complicated because he couldn't tell himself that this was a mistake, that he gave into his urges that had been abandoned for so long. He felt deeply towards you and he didn't think that was possible for him at this point in his life.
It was a scary thing, to take such a big risk by being with you. But it never felt like the wrong thing to do, despite all of the circumstances. Most of the time, he felt like he was just existing. Getting up to go to work then coming home and fulfilling his duties there as well. No praise, no excitement. With you, he just felt so fucking alive.
You stirred in your sleep, making a small noise that resembled a yawn as you buried your head further into Charlie's chest, the soft material of his pajama shirt. You were starting to wake up but you weren't sure if you wanted to yet. Waking up meant eventually saying goodbye to Charlie and goodbye to your weekend alone together. You didn't want it to end.
Charlie looked down at you, letting a relaxed smile fall onto his lips when he saw that you were beginning to wake up. He rubbed your back gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart." He said to you in a voice deep with sleep.
You made a 'hmph' noise as you wrapped your arm around him and pressed your face in against his chest to block out the light sneaking through from the gap in your curtain. You didn't want it to be the morning, you wanted to go back in time to last night when he showed up at your door with your hair tie around his wrist.
"Is someone grumpy?" He teased you with a low chuckle. When you responded with a similar noise of frustration, he dug his fingertips into your side gently, tickling you. "Come on, honey. I thought you'd be in a better mood to wake up with me."
After your laughter died down from the way he was tickling you, you moved so that you could face him, moving some of his soft hair away from his eyes. "I love that you're in my stupid little bed with me. I just don't want you to leave." You yawned, your smile slowly falling. "I don't want to go back to pretending you're just my boss."
Charlie's grin faltered as well, finger tips running up and down your back, sighing. "I know." He agreed, dejected.
There was a certain thrill when it came to sneaking around with you. Calling you into his office so that he could kiss you without anyone around or discreetly touching your hand when he handed you coffee in the morning. But after being so open with you in the hotel room over the weekend, he realized how much better it would be to always be that way with you, no hiding.
"What time do you have to go back home?" You asked him, unable to stop yourself from moving your fingers back into his messy mop of hair playing with a few strands.
He hummed at the feeling of your touch, soothing on his scalp. "I need to be at the airport at six tonight. I should probably get home a few hours before that." He told you, being vague on purpose as to not hurt your feelings. Charlie would have to go home and wash all his clothes from the weekend, make the house look more lived in, get rid of any evidence that he spent his time at a hotel.
You nodded, thinking about it. You were going to suggest that he do all of that, wanting him to be careful. But you held your tongue. You didn't have that much time with him and you didn't want to ruin the moment. "So you'll hang out here for a little bit with me?" You asked with wide eyes, practically batting your eyelashes at him.
Charlie grinned widely, feeling overwhelmed with this feeling of affection towards you. If he were a cartoon, he'd have big heart eyes as he looked down at you and your pleading face. "If you want me to." He said to you, holding you close.
"I think so." You teased him, pretending to think about it. Then, you moved away from him, getting off of the bed. "I'm going to brush my teeth and then I'm going to kiss you a lot. Like, maybe too much, you might get annoyed with me."
Charlie chuckled, happy. He sat up slowly and flexed his arms over his head, wincing in pain. "Doubtful. I'll join you." He replied, stiffly scooting to the edge of the mattress. "If I can get up." He muttered then held his hands out to you. "Help me out, honey."
You paused and had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud. The urge to make an 'old man' joke was so strong but somehow you had the strength to keep your mouth shut, grabbing onto his large hands.
Charlie narrowed his eyes at you, "Don't even think about it, little girl." He grunted, knowing that you were going to make fun of him based on the look on your face.
You helped him stand up, pulling at his hands to do so and helping him steady himself. He took a deep breath, stretching and flexing his muscles that had been cramped up all night once he was on his feet.
"Remind me to get us a hotel again next time we do this." He teased you as he made his way over to his overnight bag to grab his toothbrush from it. The fact that he anticipated a 'next time' was not lost on you. "As much as I like your apartment, your bed isn't my favorite."
You walked into your bathroom, beginning to brush your teeth, peeking your head out of the doorway to watch him approach you. "Maybe you shouldn't be so big then. Problem solved." You retorted before letting out a surprised yelp at the way he came up behind you to grab your waist.
Charlie's hand squeezed you there, making you laugh in discomfort, muffled from the way you had your toothbrush on your teeth. "You're being kind of a brat this morning, aren't you, sweetheart?" He asked you with a smirk, dipping down to kiss your cheek.
You shrugged, making a noise of 'meh' but looked up at him mischievously.
Charlie's smirk didn't falter, bending down next to your ear as he reached in front of you to get his brush wet. "You were such a good girl last night. What happened to that?" He asked you in a voice that sent a shiver up your spine.
You made the mistake of making eye contact with him in the mirror, noticing the way he was looking at you. It made your skin heat up and you instantly moved towards the running faucet, spitting into the sink so that you could get out of the bathroom before you got any more nervous than you were. You weren't sure you'd ever get over the nerves of being openly sexual with him. You were so attracted to him.
Charlie watched you grow shy and he couldn't help the affectionate laugh that came from his chest. He didn't consider himself to be exactly smooth when it came to dirty talk, it had been so long since he'd even attempted to do it, he was out of practice. But he was always able to make you squirm and for that, he was proud of himself.
As he finished up in the bathroom, you opened up one of your drawers, pulling some clothes out of it. You weren't really sure what the protocol was to spend the morning with your boss who you were having an affair with but you needed something to occupy yourself. Besides, you suddenly felt underdressed in your skimpy pajamas.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked as he walked back into the single room that was your entire apartment.
"Getting dressed." You answered him, digging through the drawer of shirts.
"I don't think so." He muttered, coming up behind you and putting a hands over yours to stop you from your searching. "Keep these on for me," He said softly, fingers of his free hand hooking under the straps of your tank top, running along the material of it, "They're so cute on you."
You sighed at the feeling of him pressed behind you, tilting your head back to rest against his chest. "They're embarrassing, I've had them for so long. I didn't think you'd see them." You told him.
You didn't know Charlie was coming over the night before so it hadn't been a problem when you put on your matching pajama set with cute little cartoon bunnies printed all over them, something you only wore in private.
"No, I like them." Charlie assured you, warm hands going to your bare shoulders, massaging you in a way that made you sigh softly. You'd do anything he asked you when he spoke to you like this. "My pretty girl." He hummed to you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
Butterflies exploded in your stomach. His girl...No, not just his girl. But his pretty girl.
You relaxed into his touch, suddenly not concerned with the way your pajamas looked because he was rubbing the tense knots in your shoulders and speaking to you in his low, deep voice and it was all so distracting. His hands were so big against you, they always were, and it would always make you weak in the knees.
"Maybe you should get a pair for yourself then. Pink's really your color." You teased him, smirking even through the breathless way that his massaging was making you feel. The thought of Charlie in your tiny little pink bunny pajamas was hilarious to you and you couldn't help but giggle at the image of it.
Despite himself, Charlie laughed slightly too, a similar image in his mind. "What's gotten into you today? You're being so goddamn difficult." His hands squeezed your shoulders slightly as he said this. "You want me to punish you? Is that what you're looking for?"
You inhaled at that, surprised by his words and by the way that it sent a flash of arousing heat through your body.
Charlie was surprised as well. He'd really been saying it as a joke. But now he could feel the way you were arching against him and breathing heavier, and he realized he might've awakened something between the two of you.
"How about a time out? No TV before bed?" Charlie joked with you. One of his hands that was resting on your shoulder went to the crook of your neck, "Maybe you need a spanking." He said to you, testing it out, wanting to see how you would react.
You swallowed hard at that, eyes wide straight ahead of you. You hadn't been expecting that and just hearing those words come from his mouth made you throb. "Spanking?" You asked with a nervous chuckle, losing your breath.
"Mhm." Charlie hummed, his fingers grazing along the front of your delicate throat, he could squeeze you there so easily if he wanted to. "I think I took care of you too well this weekend...You woke up and became a spoiled brat, didn't you?" His lips were against your ear as he murmured to you.
You bit your lip as you heard that, trying your best not to moan out loud. "I'm not a brat." You argued with him, voice shaking slightly from the nervous excitement you felt. You were barely even awake and you were already sweating with desire.
"You're not," He agreed, "Not usually." Charlie's hands moved from your neck and shoulders down to your waist then your hips, pulling you against his growing hardness. "But you are today. Maybe daddy needs to teach you a lesson, sweetheart."
You could have melted into a puddle on the floor. And in a way, you sort of did as you leaned against him, your knees weak. Charlie was always so sweet to you and thoughtful, hearing him speak like this was making you lightheaded with lust.
Charlie could feel the way you were collapsing against him and he had a cocky smirk on his face as he bent down and picked you up bridal style, holding you close to his chest. After not having sex for more than year, having someone as gorgeous as you become a blushing mess because of him was a big boost to his confidence.
He moved over to your bed, setting you down on it gently and then moved in behind you. He was so close to you, chest pressed against your back, spooning you. Charlie's hand was rubbing up and down your thigh, moving it so that your back was arched and you fit in perfectly against him, like a puzzle piece.
"I showed you a good time this weekend, didn't I? Bought us a nice place to sleep, some food, made you cum, treated you like a princess. And you repay me by being a smart ass?" Charlie was talking softly by your ear, giving you goosebumps.
Charlie's hand on your thigh moved farther up your body, stopping on your ass. He smirked as he brought his hand down, very gently smacking you through the material of your pajama shorts.
It was such a soft smack, as much force as a high five, maybe even less. But it still caused you to inhale and let out a giggle. You turned your body so more of your ass was facing him, wordlessly telling him that you liked it, too embarrassed to actually say it out loud.
Charlie raised an eyebrow at your reaction, his hand still resting on the spot he'd just slapped. You constantly surprised him, he loved it. He tugged at the bottom of your little shorts, pulling them down over your hips along with your panties, needing more skin.
His hand went back to the spot he'd smacked before and he lifted up his arm so that he could bring it down and spank you again, this time more forceful. He watched your expression carefully over your shoulder, making sure this was all turning you on as much as it was for him.
You shut your eyes and took a deep breath, back arching even more at the contact. This wasn't the first time you'd had sex this way, rougher and less sweet. But it was the first time Charlie had been this way with you. He was still so careful with you and you loved it.
"You need me to remind you how to use your manners, don't you?" He muttered, lips dipping down against the skin under your ear. "My good little girl got carried away. You got used to me giving you everything you wanted." His voice was like honey, smooth and deep, resonating in your chest.
"Yes, daddy." You found yourself saying, shame washing over you as you do so out of how bold it was for you.
Charlie groaned under his breath, eyes rolling back briefly in pleasure. "You sound better already." He complimented you. His hand came down with a loud slap, instantly rubbing at the mark he left behind. "Say thank you, sweetheart. I want you to be good for me."
You opened your mouth but before you could speak, Charlie was spanking you again, the hardest one yet. You gasped, hands grasping at the sheets underneath you. "Thank you." You said to him, feeling so embarrassed but still so turned on.
Charlie's chest was rising and falling behind you quickly, pressing against your back. Every time he was sexual with you it felt like such a dream and this was no different. "A few more times, just to be sure you understand." He hummed before spanking you, twice in quick succession, leaving behind a large hand mark.
You couldn't help but moan out loud, "Thank you, daddy." You answered him, "You're so good to me, teaching me how to be better for you." You said, letting yourself get lost in the moment enough to talk dirty back to him. You could feel how hard he was growing pressed up behind you.
"That's right, honey. You're such a good girl, you just need some discipline." He praised you. Charlie's large hand rubbed against your skin that was stinging from his smacks. In the back of your mind you could feel the cool metal of his wedding ring against your hot skin. He had it off in the hotel with you but he must've put it back on when he came over last night, in case anyone saw him on his way over here.
As much as you hated to admit it, it caused a jolt of arousal in your stomach. All of this was so wrong, it was so hot. And the contrast of the cold metal band against your burning skin was soothing. It was ironic because the little piece of jewelry that caused you so much stress everyday was right now bringing you comfort.
"Do you think you learned your lesson? Next time daddy's good to you, you won't take advantage of him, will you?" He asked you in an even voice despite the heavy way he was breathing. He spanked you again, a painful blow to your already sore skin.
"I learned my lesson. Thank you, Mr. Barber." You told him in a whine, unable to stop the mischievous grin that fell onto your face as you said that. You knew what you were doing.
Charlie's hand stopped its soothing motions on your marked flesh, blinking, letting that statement wash over him. God, it really did it for him. He was suddenly moving away from you so that he was able to pull his pants down, his underwear soon following suit. He had to fuck you right now, he couldn't help himself.
"Don't move. I want you like that." Charlie said to you, hand briefly touching your waist as if to pause you in place. His inner director came out, calling the shots. He liked how it felt when he was spooning you like in that position, your ass against him with perfect access to your neck and tits.
You weren't going to argue with that.
Charlie reached behind him, still laying down as he searched around on the ground next to your bed, trying to find his wallet in the pants that were laying around somewhere.
"What are you doing?" You asked him breathlessly, raising an eyebrow and glancing over your shoulder.
"Condom." He mumbled, frustratedly running his fingers all over your floor, trying to grasp for the fabric.
Your own hand went your nightstand across from you, opening up the drawer. You digged around blindly, motions similar to Charlie's at the moment until you found what you were looking for. You pulled a condom out from the box and tossed it in his direction. "Here."
Charlie raised an eyebrow but didn't have the right mindset to question it right now. You were almost naked in front of him (besides your tiny pajama top) and he would be an idiot to think about anything other than how sexy you were.
He ripped the wrapper with his teeth and began unrolling it around his erection, lips pursed in concentration. The rain was heavy now, very easily heard over the sounds of the city. You pulled open your curtain just slightly to look out at the falling water. It was relaxing regardless of the current charged circumstances in your bed.
Charlie moved in closer behind you, ready to go now. His hand went to your hip, parting your thighs in a way that gave him an easier angle to enter you. Before doing so, he reached his hand over to your mouth. "Get them wet for me."
You eagerly wrapped your lips around his first three fingers, tongue lapping at his skin and coating it with your saliva. You went out of your way not to brush against his wedding band but you knew it was there, making your heart pound.
Charlie groaned as he watched you from over your shoulder. So fucking pretty. He pulled his fingers away with a 'pop' noise and then moved them down to your folds where he rubbed the same fingers against you there, getting you wetter than you already were.
You inhaled sharply at the feeling of him running the head of his cock along that wetness before he cautiously slid inside of you.
"Fuck." You both moaned at the same time. You always did that. And at any other time one of you probably would've pointed that fact out and you two would have shared a few affectionate laughs and looks at each other. But now wasn't that time. Now, the only thing you two were focused on was getting this relief of sexual tension.
His hand went to your hip, fingertips digging into your skin as he slowly started thrusting into you, moving you up and down on his shaft exactly the way that he wanted it. You two were both breathing heavy, the inhales and exhales audible over the sounds of the rain.
"See? I knew you could be my good girl. Taking daddy's cock so well. I fit so perfectly inside of you, sweetheart." Charlie groaned, continuing to rock his hips and guide you up and down on him.
You moaned out, fingers against your soft sheets as you took in the way that Charlie completely filled you up. It was always painful at first, he was so big inside of you. But that's what made it feel so good, the reminder that he was so much larger than you but still so gentle.
As Charlie fucked you from behind, he let out a low groan when he caught sight of your ass and the way that his large handprints looked on your skin, warm and raw. You were his perfect girl but it sent a wave of arousal through his system to see the way he was able to ruin you, marking you.
He leaned over your shoulder so that he was able to get a view of the way his cock was entering you, the way your breasts were bouncing with each motion and the way your hands were in little fists, grasping in pleasure.
Charlie moved his fingers back up to your mouth, the ones you had gotten wet previously and you didn't need to be instructed to wrap your lips around them. You made small noises against him there, muffled by the way he was running his fingers along your tongue.
He removed his hand and hovered his slick fingers over your clit. "Say please." Charlie hummed in your ear, kissing you there briefly as you did so.
"Please, daddy." You whimpered, eyebrows furrowing in concentration
"There you go, good girl." Charlie mumbled while he pressed his fingers against your clit, rubbing you there in the way he knew you loved, the way that made you instantly clench around him.
You gasped, back arching at the feeling, shoulder blades pressed against Charlie's chest. Moaning, you glanced up at him. He was staring down at your bodies in concentration, strands of hair bouncing with each thrust, jaw clenched. He looked so handsome. You were obsessed with this man.
"Hi." You giggled breathlessly when his eyes locked with yours. This caused Charlie to chuckle as well, heart pounding with affection towards you. He felt so lucky.
"Hi, honey. You're doing such a good job for me." He hummed, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, not stopping the rocking of his hips or stroking on your clit as he did so.
Your moans broke off into small whimpers against his lips, noises in time with each roll of his hips inside of you. You could feel your muscles tightening, squeezing him in closer.
"Go ahead and cum for me when you're ready. I want you to cum for me, baby." Charlie urged you, voice trembling slightly from the way he could feel his own orgasm starting to form deep in his body.
You nodded, parting away from his lips so that you were able to take in deep breaths, wide eyes locked with his dark honey colored ones. Your gazes focused on each others and nothing else made you feel dizzy with pleasure and intimacy. It was too much. Your mouth parted, eyebrows furrowing as you felt yourself cum on his cock, squeezing around him as moans spilled out from your chest.
"There you go, just like that, what a good girl." Charlie praised you as your orgasm rolled through your body, coaxing you through the overwhelming relief that you were experiencing. His eyes didn't leave yours the entire time and when your eyelids fluttered open as you recovered, Charlie gave you a big, lazy grin.
"Good job." He complimented you, kissing you. "You want me to cum for you now? I'm so close, baby." He was practically whining as he said it, hands on your hips bringing you up and down on top of him in a sloppy rhythm.
You nodded, out of breath, "Please, Charlie." You told him, using your manners that he taught you even though your brain was somewhere else entirely.
He nodded briefly at you, letting you know that he heard you as his fingers dug into your hips, slamming into you as a low groan erupted from his chest. His forehead was pressed against yours as he came, spilling into the condom that was inside of you, filling it up.
The sound of Charlie's unfiltered moans made your heart soar, especially knowing that you were the one who caused them. You never wanted this moment to end with him, you wanted to stay there with him forever.
You collapsed fully onto the bed, parting from your stare on him while you caught your breath. Charlie was doing the same, though he collapsed onto your body, still inside of you as he wrapped his arm around you and held you close.
Over the next several minutes, you two were silent, listening to the sounds of rain and your heavy breathing. Completely comfortable and content. Happy.
When you felt like you had enough strength in your legs and you had separated from Charlie and pulled your pajama bottoms back on, you took a trip to the bathroom. When you were finished, Charlie switched with you, entering when you exited.
While he was in there, you went over to your kitchen counter and began making cups of coffee for the two of you, humming peacefully under your breath while you did so.
"For me?" Charlie asked, running a hand through his hair as he joined you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. He took a deep breath, enjoying the way the coffee smelled mingling with your shampoo.
"For you." You agreed, smiling. You handed Charlie a mug, an apologetic look on your face. "I thought you'd prefer my 'World's Best Grandma' mug over my Hello Kitty one." You told him.
Charlie laughed out loud as he took the mug from you, turning it in his hands so that he could read the writing on the side of it. "Grandma, huh? Is there something you aren't telling me?" He teased you.
You rolled your eyes with a smirk, moving away from his embrace so that you could open your fridge and grab your cream from it. "My college friends got me that. I was the grandma of the group." You explained and when you could tell he didn't fully understand, you continued. "I never went out to the bars or anything with them. I was the boring old lady."
Charlie smirked slightly as he brought the cup to his lips to blow on the steaming liquid. "How ironic." He muttered.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion as you stirred your coffee. "What do you mean?"
"The boring old lady found the boring old man." Charlie grinned cheekily, bringing the mug up to his lips.
You couldn't help but laugh, turning around to face him and leaning your back against the countertop. "Aw, don't say that, Charlie. That's not true." You scolded him, smirking. "You aren't boring." You teased him, purposefully not commenting on the 'old' part of that.
Charlie pretended to be offended, scoffing. "Are you asking for another punishment already? I thought I just taught you a lesson." He said, moving close to you so that he was leaning over you.
You two locked eyes and he leaned down to kiss you, both of you sighing happily into it. When you were alone, with no other outside forces making things difficult, it was all so easy for the two of you. If only it could always be like this.
"Go sit down. I'll bring you breakfast." You suggested to him.
"Breakfast?" Charlie asked, suspicious as he glanced around your kitchen. He knew you didn't cook.
"Yeah." You told him. You reached behind you and grabbed your laptop. "I don't have a TV but I have my sister's cable login. Knock yourself out." You told him as you opened your screen and pulled the website up.
Charlie took the laptop from you, "Yes, chef." He said sarcastically, holding his 'grandma' mug in one hand with your computer in the other as he made his way over to your couch.
While you scrambled around your tiny kitchen, trying to figure out what you could make for him, Charlie was scrolling through channels. He settled on a local News channel, discovering pretty quickly that the news being reported wasn't local in New York but instead local back in Illinois where your sister lived.
He couldn't help but smile wistfully as he watched it. It had been so long since he'd lived somewhere like this. Small town in the Midwest. It brought back memories. Not exactly good ones, some painful. But still, the nostalgia was there.
A few minutes later, you joined Charlie in the living room area. You had a sheepish look on your face, a big smile, as you slowly handed him a plate.
"What's this?" He asked you, amused as he took it from you.
"Poptarts." You said, giving him big puppy dog eyes. You fluttered your eyelashes, trying to convince him to appreciate your pathetic attempt at giving him food. He always took such good care of you. He even brought you a lunch every day to work, you at least wanted to show your attempt to repay the favor.
Charlie had a big silly smile on his face as he took the plate from you. You were so fucking cute. "Wow, you must've worked so hard on this." He taunted you, "Thank you, sweetheart." He told you and it was genuine.
It didn't matter if you only gave him a single crumb for breakfast, Charlie's heart was going to explode at any attempt you made to make him happy.
"You're welcome." You laughed, pleased that he was at least playing along with you. "I usually eat two of them but I gave you my second one because you're bigger than me." You joked with him as you sat down beside him.
While the two of you drank your coffee and ate your anticlimactic breakfast, you started telling him more about your hometown since that's what the two of you were watching on the laptop screen. He asked you things about what you'd do for fun, where you liked going to eat, etc. It was nice to just be able to share things about yourself with him. He really genuinely listened, even if not all of it was extremely interesting.
Charlie liked learning more about you, he wanted to know every little thing. It helped that he felt like he overshared the night before, when he explained his situation with Nicole to you over the phone. He was grateful that you were the one doing the talking at the moment.
There was a lull in the conversation and Charlie's mind wandered to something before that stuck out to him. He put his empty plate on the coffee table in front of him, wiping stray crumbs away from his hands. "Can I ask you something?"
You frowned. The perfect way to get your anxiety levels to rise. "Sure."
Charlie cleared his throat, adjusting his soft pajama shirt as he leaned back against the couch. He looked over at you. "Those condoms." He said simply, referencing the ones that you had in your nightstand drawer. "What were those for?"
You blinked in surprise, grabbing a throw pillow next to you and bringing it into your lap, searching for a type of comfort with the nerves you felt. "Um. For...protection?" You asked, a breathless chuckle, skin burning in embarrassment.
He sighed. This was stupid, he already felt dumb. "I know, honey, but why do you have them? You know I always bring my own."
You understood now and you sighed, somewhat guilty even though you knew you had no reason to be. "Are you asking if I have sex with other people?" You guessed and even just saying that out loud felt too blunt, you weren't sure why.
Charlie exhaled deeply, cheeks puffing slightly as he did so. He already regretted this. "I guess I am, yeah." He admitted, keeping his eyes on you even though he really wanted to look away.
You stared at him in surprise. It wasn't an unfair question to ask you, you realized. Regardless of if he wanted to know out of possessiveness or not, knowing how many partners your partner currently had was safe. But it still made your stomach twist for some reason. "No." You answered him, "You're the only person in New York I've had sex with." You said honestly.
Charlie nodded, thinking that over. He felt relieved and he hated himself for that. When he saw the condoms in your drawer he couldn't help but let his mind wander and imagine you bringing other men to your bed, pulling them out from your nightstand and handing it to them the way you'd done for him.
Charlie was a jealous man but moreso, he was protective. Part of his curiosity came from the need to be possessive over you, insecurity. But a bigger part of his questioning came from a place of concern. He knew he took care of you, he wasn't sure if everyone else you were with would do the same and he didn't like that.
You kept your eyes down on the pillow on your lap, running along the soft material of it, trying to keep your eyes preoccupied. "But, Charlie..." You started then trailed off. It took you a few moments but you got the courage back. "Even if I was...It's not really fair for you to be upset about it."
Charlie's eyebrows raised, hearing that. "Why wouldn't it be fair? I'm sleeping with you. I think it's natural for me to not be thrilled at the idea that you might also be sleeping with other people." He said, talking quicker, getting defensive.
You swallowed hard. You didn't like this. "That's not what I mean-"
Charlie cut you off, "Honestly, I've never pried into your personal life until now and I don't feel the need to. I just asked a simple question, I don't think that makes me a bad guy." He said, volume of his voice raising.
"You aren't a bad guy!" You said to him, looking over at him with wide worried eyes. "I'm not saying that. I just...Even if I was actively with other people..." You softened, sighing. "I hate to bring it up, but Charlie, you're married."
Charlie let that statement slap him in the face, stomach dropping. It was true. He had a wife. It was easy to forget what he was doing when he was caught up in the moment with you but to hear it so explicitly said...
His resolve crumbled, realizing that you weren't accusing him of anything, you were just sharing your feelings.
You felt uncomfortable with the lack of a verbal response from him and so you kept talking to fill the silence. "Being upset with me for seeing other people when you go home to a family every day...It's really selfish." You admit to him, growing nervous. You never speak to him like this, you don't know what his response will be.
Charlie was looking down at the laptop screen, thinking about that. It was selfish, he realized that. Even if he didn't want you with anyone besides him, at the end of the day, he was married. It wasn't fair for him to get away with that but you couldn't.
He glanced back over at you and then suddenly, he was leaning towards you and putting a hand on your cheek so that he could press his lips against you and kiss you.
You froze in surprise. A definite mood switch that you hadn't seen coming. But you kissed him back, you would much rather this than the way you two had been talking a moment ago.
Parting from your lips but staying close to you, Charlie took a deep breath. "Thank you." He said to you, hand still resting on your face.
"For what?" You asked, confused, letting out a small laugh. You didn't do anything for him.
He sighed as he thought about how to word it. "Thank you. For...calling me out for doing something wrong without attacking me." Charlie explained, almost sadly.
He was so used to his arguments with Nicole. He'd make a mistake and then it would snowball into something much bigger. She'd bring up every issue she's had with him for years, mentioning things like his father or his upbringing with every intention to hurt him. It made Charlie such a defensive person, always feeling like he needed to explain why he was right instead of listening to why he was wrong.
You had been so honest and gentle about it. You told him how you felt and why you didn't agree with him. There was no attacking, no trying to get the upper hand. He appreciated it more than he could explain.
You frowned with him, your expression mirroring his. "Of course. I never want to attack you, Charlie. I understand where you were coming from. I just didn't think it was fair, is all." You told him, hand going to his wrist that was near your face, wrapping around him there to hold him in place.
Charlie nodded, letting that sink in. You never wanted to attack him. It was so different.
He brought his lips in against yours again, letting out a small groan into the kiss. He was so content to be there with you, on your small couch, eating poptarts and watching some random News Channel from a town he'd never heard of. He never wanted to leave.
Being with you had a big possibility to ruin his life. It could take away his family, his reputation, maybe even parts of his job since you were his intern.
On paper and to anyone on the outside looking in, you were so bad for him.
But kissing you and feeling your body melt against his while he held you in his arms, Charlie couldn't help but notice how effortlessly happy he was.
It didn't matter what the reality of the situation was, in his mind, you were so good for him.