Charley - Drabble (mature-ish)
Added 2025-08-27 22:20:32 +0000 UTC“I don’t think so, sir/ma’am,” she says.
You lying on your side, hovering over her. Her soft brown skin shines in the sunlight like perfect plains of earth. You periodically lightly trace the old scars. You ask about them, when and where.
She doesn’t like to talk about her past much. She says she doesn’t remember most of them. They were usually done while she was in the midst of fleeing or a brawl, focusing on survival instead of immediate non-lethal hits.
“But whhyyyyyy?” You whine.
Charley smiles, she finds your enduring childishness, adorable. You say she’s too serious, life is all about play.
“I don’t think anyone needs to know about what we do in the bedroom,” she explains.
You smile deviously and lean down to lick her cheek. “And I want everyone to know, so I’ll bite yours if you bite mine.”
She places a kiss in the hollow of neck and mumbles, “I like to know that your mind and I’m yours secretly. Doesn’t covertness make it sexier?”
You roll your eyes, “that’s not—”
She nips at your lips. “No more talking.”
