Northwest on Earth (closed)

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"I need you."

Misha nodded. She understood. She could see it in the way he looked at her, and in the way his laugh came laced with a kind of passion that was something more that just lust. She felt it, the same way he did, and she understood both what he was trying to say and why he couldn't say it - they'd only known each other a few days. General wisdom told them this couldn't be happening, they couldn't feel like this about each other so quickly. And yet... here they were.

His mouth blazed a burning trail back down her body while his fingers began to tug her shorts down. She squirmed, whimpering with barely-contained desire. She was aching for him now, her pussy wet and begging for attention. She moved as best she could, distracted as she was by his tongue trailing across her stomach, to help him remove her shorts. "P-please, Charlie," she gasped, quite unable to gather enough breath to finish. She wasn't even entirely certain of what she was asking for, except that she needed more of him, however he wanted to give it to her.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Her words were like oil on a fire. His teeth sank into her flesh, and he groaned into her belly. He let go and rose up to look at her again, his eyes furious with desire. He yanked her shorts off of her feet and put his hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart gently, trembling with the effort of holding back.

"I like it when you say please," he whispered. He had heard girls asking for it before, and he'd always liked it, but something about Misha was different. She wasn't demanding it. It wasn't quite begging, either. Not yet, anyway, but there was so much need in her voice. He almost forgot how badly he wanted her in the glory of her wanting him.

He looked at her pussy, glistening wet, lips open, hungry for him. Her clit winking where the folds came together. He leaned down and breathed softly on her, his hands still holding her knees. He kissed her inner thighs softly, and tracing circles with the tip of his tongue, and blowing on them, letting his cheek brush across the lips of her pussy.

 

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Misha's whole body shuddered with desire at both the sound of his voice and his words. She was going to respond, but then she felt his breath ghosting over her and she couldn't quite breathe for a moment. Her hips lifted slowly off the bed as his lips teased her thighs. She moaned softly as his cheek, rough with a little stubble, brushed against her sensitive pussy lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and her fists grabbed the sheets of the bed in a white-knuckled grip. Wherever his mouth was on her thighs, her hips pressed in that direction, as if trying to guide him somehow to her aching core. Instead, he seemed happy to tantalize her with little kisses and licks, never letting her forget how close he was to what she wanted without actually giving it to her. Her hips were making slow, sensuous motions of their own accord, seemingly whether Misha wanted them to or not.

"Charlie..." she moaned, "I need you, please, I can't take it..." She felt trapped in this haze of desire that was so intense she couldn't stand to leave it unfulfilled any longer, but was simultaneously so pleasurable that she never wanted it to end. She'd never felt like this in her life. She'd had boyfriends before, most of whom had pleased her in bed, but never anything like this. She'd never felt like she was burning up on the inside, like she might die if he stopped touching her. The only coherent thought left in her mind was this sense of incredulity that she had ever imagined it was a good idea to deny either of them this feeling, even for a moment.

 

[AntonTovaras]

"You can take it," he whispered. "Just let go and let it happen."

The scent of her was driving him crazy. He knew he couldn't keep this up for long, but it didn't seem like he needed to. Her body was moving, begging him, pushing towards him, and he slid his hands up to find her fists clenched, gripping the sheets. He held her wrists tight and let his tongue touch the lips of her pussy.

He teased her open, using his tongue to spread her lips, dipping down into the honey-sweet well and then pushing into her, feeling the tip of his tongue just touching the muscles that made her entrance. He dragged it up, pulling away just before he touched her button, and blew again. Then he pressed his lips down, sucking softly on her clit as his tongue flickered over it, lightning quick.

 

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The moment his tongue finally made contact with her slit, she drew in a ragged gasp and gave a small, airy cry of both satisfaction and need. She tried to follow his direction, to let go the way he told her to. She gave up her coherent thoughts and simply focused on the sensation of his mouth on her most sensitive nerves. Her back arched as his tongue flicked over her clit, and she loosed her hands from the sheets to grasp his wrists, much the way he was holding hers.

She gave a small cry or moan each time his mouth focused on her clit or his tongue slipped inside her. She had words of pleasure or encouragement or desire, but she couldn't get them out. All she could manage were these wordless sounds that said more about the extraordinary sensations she felt than any words could ever had expressed.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He bore down harder, flicking his tongue faster, and then eased back, swirling it in a lazy circle as he caught his breath, listening to her whimpers and sighs of pleasure. He turned his head and nipped playfully at her thigh.

"That's right, Misha," he whispered. "Just hold on."

He pulled on her arms, hauling her into a sitting position, kissed her lips, letting her taste herself. Then he tipped her back, pushing her legs up, and then he returned to her pussy, driving his tongue deep and then lashing her clit furiously.

 

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The moment Charlie's lips found hers, Misha returned the kiss passionately. Her tongue darted out to swipe along his bottom lip, collecting taste of herself left on his lips. She sighed, her arms about to find their way around his neck again to hold him against her, when he gently guided her back down onto her back and returned his attentions to her pussy. The sudden change in pace - from slow and teasing to such intensity - shocked her enough that she forgot to try to hold still for a moment, and instead started grinding her hips against his tongue.

Her whole body went rigid a moment later, and intense pleasure exploded through her body as her orgasm hit her and stole the breath from her lungs. Every time she took a breath it was to moan his name. Once the intensity finally passed, Misha felt like her muscles had melted completely. She was already sure she wouldn't be able to walk if she tried to stand up at the moment, just as she was sure that Charlie was nowhere near finished with her yet.

It took a remarkable amount of effort for her to lift her head and smile at him. "Wow. I..." She paused, laughing at herself and her apparent inability to even come up with a coherent sentence. "I apparently don't even know what to say." She pushed herself up into a sitting position and leaned in toward him to kiss him softly. Then she smiled, a combination of lust and self-consciousness in her expression. "Can I... return the favour?" Normally, she wouldn't have asked, but normally she didn't sleep with men she'd only met two days ago. It seemed a silly question, maybe, but her awareness of how new this relationship was seemed to enter the forefront of her mind once the haze of her orgasm cleared. She wanted more than anything to please him the way he had pleasured her.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He kept his tongue wriggling in her until she pushed herself up, and he grinned as he sat back on his heels, face glistening with her cum. He watched her lay there, lazy with pleasure, and then he watched her sit up, slowly, to kiss him. Her smile was perfect. Happy and hungry for more, a little shy, but why wouldn't she be? No matter how drawn to her he was, or she to him, they were still pretty much strangers, still just learning about each other. He sat on the bed beside her, his cock tenting his shorts. He couldn't decide if he should take them off or not. Leave her naked while he was still at least partly dressed, or take off his clothes and put his desire front and center.

"I apparently don't even know what to say."

“You don't have to say anything,” he said softly, stroking her shoulder with his hand, still entranced by her beauty.

"Can I... return the favour?"

“Except that,” he said with a smile. Just the thought of her lips on his cock was almost too much for him to take, and he leaned over and kissed her, his hunger making it fierce. He stood, sliding his shorts down, bending at the waist to keep kissing her, and then he straightened, pulling his face away from hers as he stepped out of his shorts, his cock standing up hard against his belly, the head a dark purple, veins pulsing along the shaft.

 

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Misha watched as he stripped away his shorts, blushing at the fact that she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of his cock. He looked almost painfully hard.

She finally convinced herself to pull her gaze away from his length, looking instead up into his eyes. She pushed herself to her feet - wobbling for a moment, just as she had suspected she would - and placed her hands on his hips, using that gentle grip to guide him down to sit on the end of the bed. Then, with a small smile, she lowered herself down to her knees, shuffling forward into place between his legs, licking her lips while one of her hands reached forward to grip the base of his cock, holding his gaze all the while.

Her tongue darted out of her mouth first, and licked a drop of precum from the head. The second time her tongue came out, it was to trace a meandering path over the head, careful to touch every inch of it at least once. She was slow and experimental, not so much out a lack of confidence but rather because she wanted to discover which particular actions gave him the greatest pleasure. Once she did, she slipped his cock-head between her lips and began to suck gently, letting her tongue lap at those places he seemed to like best. Then, ever so slowly, she began to take him deeper into her mouth.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He was practically panting as he sat on the bed, and she looked like a dream come true as she knelt between his feet and began to lick him. She kept her eyes on him as she ran her tongue around and around, discovering the sensitive spots. The rim of the head, the loose skin just under the tip, he gasped when she touched him there, and it was all he could do not to grab her head and take her roughly. He clenched his teeth, clenched his fists instead, letting her do it her way. There was nothing wrong with her way, but she'd already cum, taking the edge off, and he was still wound tight enough to snap.

When her lips slid around the head of his cock, he fell back on the bed, arms flung out, helpless. He babbled and his hips flexed, pushing up. She took him slowly, still working her tongue as her lips slid down the shaft of his cock so slowly it was torture.

"Oh Jesus Christ," he whispered, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her, to watch his cock slide into her perfect mouth. His hand reached out, fingers trembling as he ran them around the back of her head, feeling the shape of her skull through her hair.

"Misha," he said, through clenched teeth. "I can't hold on much longer." His hips were rocking up and down, precum trickling out of the tip of his cock in a steady stream.

 

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Misha gave a low moan at the sound of Charlie telling her that he couldn't hold on much longer. She couldn't believe how turned on this was making her. She'd always enjoyed pleasing her boyfriends, but giving head had always been a selfless act - something she didn't mind doing because they enjoyed it so much. But this was something entirely different. The taste of him, the way his cock jumped in her mouth every time she did something particularly pleasing, the sounds of pleasure he was making - they all seemed to work in conjunction to bring a fresh flood of heat and lust into her body.

She started sucking and licking with greater vigor, eager to make him cum. Her left hand came to rest on his thigh, glided up along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh to his groin, and began to play softly with his balls. She felt, a moment later, his cock thickening, and then the first ropes of cum shooting into her mouth. She moaned softly, swallowing as much as she could. She wasn't exactly well-practiced at swallowing, though, and he seemed to produce such sheer volume that she couldn't imagine it being possible to avoid spilling some. At the second shot, a little bit dribbled out, down her chin and onto her breast.

Once he was finished, she licked her lips, wiped her mouth, and then crawled up onto the bed on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips and her chest pressed against his, and kissed him fiercely, her desire for him having returned in full force.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He pounded his fists against the mattress, struggling to hold off for another few seconds, to feel her mouth taking his cock for a little longer. It was too much, though, and his whole body went rigid as he started to pump, cum spurting out of his cock, filling her mouth. He shook with pleasure, gasping and screaming as he poured himself into her. Then he collapsed, panting, as she coaxed every last drop out, sucking him dry.

She didn't even let him catch his breath before she climbed over him, straddling him, her body pressing down on him. She kissed him, hard, letting him taste himself on her mouth. Her thighs pressed around his hips, and he felt her puss pressing against his still hard cock. There was no mistaking her desire, and to his surprise, he wanted her still. He was ready for her. He kissed back, reaching around to cup her ass with one hand as he pushed himself upright with the other.

He sat up straight, and lifted her, using his fingertips to guide his cocktip between the hungry lips of her pussy. He lowered her slowly, feeling his cock bend under her until it slid in. The tight grip of her pussy almost too much to bear, but he stiffened and set her down, filling her with his cock.

“Misha,” he whispered, and stared at her, helplessly. He didn't dare say what he felt. He rocked his hips, moving inside her, his arm holding her body tight against his. “Holy shit.”

 

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Misha couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly at his exclamation; he took the words right out of her mouth. She felt perfectly filled, his shaft stretching her to the brim but not quite enough to become painful. She let her muscles contract around his length and moaned. She couldn't believe he was so hard again already!

Her arms found their way around his torso and she held on to him, her fingertips digging slightly into his back. "Charlie," she whimpered, her hips rocking back and forth against him, "oh god..." Her words devolved into incoherency after that. She held his gaze for a long, heated moment as she slowly lifted herself until just his tip remained inside her. Then, with a cry of pleasure, she lowered herself swiftly down again, burying him inside her. Her lips found his in a desperate kiss as she began to move her hips in a figure-eight motion, reveling in the feeling of him inside her.

 

[AntonTovaras]

“Oh fuck,” he replied cleverly, as she started to grind her hips. He wasn't sure if he was going to stay hard long enough for her to get what she needed, but the feeling was unreal. He was so sensitive after cumming that every move she made made him gasp with pleasure. His hands cupped her asscheeks, fingers digging into the flesh there as she fucked him.

“Oh fuck,” he repeated, in case she hadn't heard him the first time, and then said it again for emphasis. He kissed her, his lips trying to devour hers, tongue trying to ravage her mouth. Somewhere in the kiss, his cock decided it was ready to go again, and instead of being helplessly paralyzed from cumming in her mouth, he was energized. He wanted her. He wanted to make her his. Instead of getting fucked, he wanted to fuck her.

His arm went around her waist, holding her tight, and he rolled her onto her back, keeping his cock buried deep. He held himself up with his arms straight so he could watch her face as he started to stroke into her.

“Mine,” he hissed, through clenched teeth. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to be his. Not just now, in this bed, but more. He didn't think about what it meant. He just fucked her.

 

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Misha felt it the moment Charlie's demeanor changed, even before he flipped her onto her back. It was in the way he kissed her and the way he moved. It meant that she relaxed a moment before he began to move them, allowing him to move her and chane their position with no resistance. She wrapped her legs around his hips once she was flat on her back, to give her better purchase to return his thrusts.

She whimpered in slight disappointment as he pushed himself up above her. She immediately missed the feeling of as much of his skin pressed against hers as possible. It was almost forgotten a moment later, however; the angle of his strokes changed and hit some spot inside her that drew a ragged cry from her throat.

Mine.

Misha writhed underneath him, lost enough in the pleasure that she whispered "Yes," in response without quite considering what she meant. It may have sounded like encouragement, like she was desperate for him to simply continue thrusting into her, and she was. But it was also as much an agreement as an expression of pleasure - whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had meant to say, Yes, yours.

She was wonderfully sensitive after her first orgasm, and his shaft pumping in an out of her drove her to unimaginable heights. Her back arched and she screamed while her pussy clamped down around him in a second orgasm so intense that she could barely breathe.

 

[AntonTovaras]

“Yes” she said.

It was all he really needed to start pounding her even harder, watching her writhe under him. It was a dream come true, and he fucked her powerfully, the whole length of his cock sliding out and then hesitating for a heartbeat before ramming back in. Each stroke, she answered with a squirm and a moan, telling him it was just right. He held himself up, fucking her, feeling superhuman, until she started to cum.

He dropped down on her, propped up on his elbows now, but pinning her body under his, letting his weight bear down on her as she screamed. Her pussy gripping him felt better than anything he had ever imagined, and he stroked into her slow and hard as she screamed under him. He was breathing hard from excitement, but he was still recovering from his first orgasm. He felt ready to explode, but his body wasn't there yet, and he smiled to himself as he kissed her neck and shoulders. When the first explosion of her orgasm was settling down, he pushed himself up again.

“Mine,” he repeated, grinning down at her.

He pulled out of her, his cock standing up, glistening and hard. He grabbed her ankles before she could respond and flipped her onto her belly. He mounted her, straddling her thighs and pushing his cock between them. He pulled her hips up and found her pussy, driving into her from behind, laying over her, arms around her.

“You're so fucking perfect,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you, Misha. I want you more than anything.” It was a strange thing to say to a girl he was fucking. He was having her, after all, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her, not in a physical way, but something deeper. He couldn't make sense of it, not while her body was still clutching him and making him shudder with pleasure. He fucked her slow, knowing this was going to be a marathon. He kissed her shoulder and her neck, holding her tight beneath him.

 

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Misha was totally and utterly lost to her pleasure. She was limp after her second orgasm, so she was easy for Charlie to flip over so he could enter her from behind. She moaned, not even yet recovered from her orgasm when he started to thrust into her again. He was slower this time, giving her body time to re-energize. She couldn't even form a coherent thought except an awareness of the intense pleasure she felt.

She heard him whispering into her ear, but it took her several seconds to even understand what he had said. It made her heart skip in her chest, though she wasn't quite capable of enough thought to understand why at the moment. She moaned his name, the only response she could manage, and started pushing her hips back against his thrusts. She couldn't manage much vigor, but it was enough to encourage him. She couldn't believe how incredible she felt. She wasn't ready to build up to a third orgasm (yet) but every motion he made sent jolts of total ecstasy through her body.

She wanted to touch him. The feeling of his chest pressed against her back and his arms around her waist was perfectly intimate in a way totally different from the intimacy of having him inside her. She loved feeling so close to him. She was trembling hard from the intensity of the pleasure she felt, so it was a bit of a struggle to get her arm to move. Slowly, she lifted a hand up to her shoulder as he pressed a series of kisses to her neck so she could rake her fingers through his hair. Her back arched with the motion and something about that new position granted him access to some deep spot inside her that drew an airy scream of need from her lips. Suddenly, her body wanted nothing but more. She began to press her hips back harder against him and she squirmed as she tried to find purchase so she could meet his thrusts.

"Don't stop," she gasped, "oh god, Charlie, please don't stop!"

 

[AntonTovaras]

He wasn't ever going to stop, he thought, as he stroked into her. She had moved in some way that had shifted gears, and she had gone from a sweet, lazy-happy, postorgasmic girl to a hungry, needful woman in a few heartbeats. It worked. He started thrusting harder, faster, his tight abs smacking against her ass.

His cock throbbed, and the faster pace was starting to bring it back to fighting strength. He felt his balls tighten, ready for more, but he wasn't going to let go yet. He pushed into her, feeling her slippery soft puss clenching him tight. He would hold off, bring her up again, cum with her.

"My Misha," he whispered, pounding hard. "My girl. You're so beautiful. You're everything I want." It was true, he realized. She was perfect. He'd never in a million years have asked for a surfer girl who managed a B&B and watched old movies, but now he was with her, he realized it was exactly what he wanted.

His cock pumped into her, fast, long strokes, listening to her moans, the way she moved her body, finding the right stroke to hit the sweet spot.

 

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Misha was convinced that the next stroke would be too much. The sensation was so extreme, so intense, that she couldn't imagine being able to take more. Every time Charlie thrust into her, she felt like the next thrust would push the pleasure to an intensity that was too great for her to handle, that it would roll over into pain... but it never did. She was simply driven higher and higher, far past what she would have guessed was her threshold for any sensation, into heights of bliss she could never have imagined.

Every stroke now was drawing a cry from her throat. Her body bucked and writhed of it's own accord. She shuddered, whimpering, and her body went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her body. She pressed hard against him and bit down on the bed to contain her scream of utter and perfect ecstasy.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He held her tight as she started to buck under him, his arms tight around her shoulders and chest, his thighs trapping her thighs as his cock stroked into her again and again and....

Her pussy clenched so tight, so perfect, that he couldn't fight it. He exploded into her, the second orgasm hitting him harder than the first, as if the first had just been a warm up, to take the edge off so he could really do what he wanted. He held her tight as his hips pumped, his cock shooting into her, his legs straightening, so his weight came down heavily.

"Oh God, Misha," he groaned as he shot into her again, each spurt seeming to pound through his body in an almost unbearable pleasure. "I love you."

It slipped out. He heard it, somewhere in the part of his mind that cared about what was appropriate, but he was cumming so hard it didn't matter.

 

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Misha collapsed under Charlie's weight as he finished inside her, riding out the tail end of her orgasm. She sighed softly at the feeling of his cum coating her insides, feeling marked in the most intimate of ways. His, he'd said, and now he was filling her as if to prove the point. She had never felt so satisfied in her life.

Misha realized abruptly through the haze of her post-orgasmic bliss that no man had ever cum inside her like that before. She'd always made her previous boyfriends wear condoms. Panic shot through her for a split second - or it would have, had she been capable of feeling anything but exhausted satisfaction - until she remembered that she was on the pill. She'd started the pill for other reasons, so she wasn't used to thinking of it as a method of pregnancy prevention, despite the fact that it was, in fact, their primary purpose. She smiled, feeling oddly pleased by the fact that Charlie was the first and so far only man to fill her like this.

It took her several seconds after that for her mind to finally recognize what Charlie had said while cumming. She argued with herself over it for a moment, certain that she'd misheard. No one in their right mind would have fallen in love with her so quickly... but then, why did the thought of him saying that leave such a warm feeling in her chest?

She turned her head to look at him - his cheek was resting against her shoulder - and smiled a relaxed, completely happy smile. She'd misheard, she was sure, and even if she hadn't, it was probably something he'd said in the heat of the moment and there was no way he meant it. She tried to pretend that she didn't want him to mean it. She knew that putting him on the spot about it wasn't exactly going to make for pleasant conversation, and she didn't want to think about how they were going to feel in a month if they were both feeling so strongly for each other already. There would be a time for that later. For now, she wanted nothing more than to bask in their shared afterglow.

 

[AntonTovaras]

After a while, Charlie rolled off of her back, still catching his breath. He lay on his side, head propped up on one hand while the other stroked her back, from her shoulder down to her perfect ass and back. He couldn't help feeling a little silly, grinning like a fool, but he was so happy, he couldn't help it. Everything was going better than he had a right to wish for. He was on the verge of stardom and he had found the girl of his dreams. In fact, if it weren't for the few thousand miles of empty ocean that set those two realities apart, he wouldn't know what to hope for.

He kissed her softly, pulling her close against him. He didn't want to stop touching her. She was smiling back at him. Whatever weirdness that could have come from what they'd just done, and even more, from what he'd said, didn't seem to be affecting her, and he closed his eyes and sighed with relief. The next few weeks were going to be paradise.

“So this is what heaven feels like,” he said, squeezing her bottom playfully. “All this time I was expecting harps.”

 

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Misha couldn't stop grinning. Not that she wanted to. She nestled comfortably against him as he pulled her close, rested her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes, sighing with complete contentment. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so happy, so at peace.

While his hand stroked her back, she splayed her fingers against his chest and then began to trace random, swirling shapes over his skin with a feather-light touch. She laughed softly as his harp comment and lifted her head so she could look at him. "Well, I'm sure I could hire someone to fix that, if you want," she teased. Though she was joking, she was certain that if he really did want it, it fell within what she was expected to do for him. Her boss had been very particular about extending him every courtesy. Except sleeping with him which, of course, was the one thing both of them actually wanted.

Frankly, she had expected her fear of losing her job to come back. She had expected to regret giving into her lust at least a little bit, but she felt nothing like that. Instead, she realized that she actually felt that spending just a month with him was worth losing her job over. Even if her boss was to burst into the room now and fire her on the spot, she wouldn't feel regret. She'd be upset, angry and embarrassed, but being able to laze here with Charlie after what had been certainly the best sex of her life, was worth just about anything to her, her supposed dream job included.

She blushed, realizing that her feelings were way more intense than they should ever have been for someone she met just a few days ago and had slept with just this once, and hid her face against his neck, laughing at herself.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He lay there, amazed that he could feel so good. Amazed by the woman beside him, and how foolishly drawn to her he was. He had said he loved her, and they had both stepped around it without mentioning it. He knew it had been the wrong thing to say, but he couldn't quite convince himself that it wasn't true.

"I'm good," he said. "No harps required. Breakfast wouldn't hurt though." He said it flirtatiously, joking, but as the words slipped out, the situation came back to him. He wouldn't have felt weird saying it if he'd spent the night at her house and they'd interrupted preparations for sex, but with her as an employee, is felt off. He blushed, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Also, hoping for some breakfast.

He kissed her softly. "I can help," he said. "I'd like to. I don't want it to be weird." He pulled her into his arms and gave her a warm kiss. "I guess we kind of have to figure out how this works."

 

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"No harps required. Breakfast wouldn't hurt though."

Misha was suddenly aware of how odd this relationship was. She was an employee and he was a client. It occurred to her that maybe the reason for her boss's insistence on a professional distance was because a client could so easily take advantage of this kind of situation. She looked at Charlie again, and any concern she felt vanish immediately. He had such an expressive face; she could see immediately that Charlie recognized the same uncomfortable power differential between them. He wasn't going to take advantage of her like that, she could see it on his face.

"I guess we kind of have to figure out how this works."

She smiled and returned his kiss. "Yeah, I guess we do." She drew away from him and pushed herself to her feet, then snatched his shirt up from off the floor where she dropped it and pulled it on over her head. Then, with a cheeky smile, she held her hand out to him. "We can take it one step at a time. For now, I'll go make some breakfast. You can help if you want to, but I don't mind doing the cooking for both of us."