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HEY ARE YOUaosdl

Dropped the device I just thought of something its important so s--(sent too soon, clearly)

GOD DAMN IT. Stay where you are. We need to talk about--(nope. sent that one too soon, too)

...i hate this stupid thing. please be home.

[And about two minutes later, there's semi-frantic knocking on your door, Ed.]

[The door's open almost as soon as she knocks.]

You rang?

[And Charlie is grinning. And apparently ridiculously excited about something.]

Yesterday. When we were cursed to be married. We kissed without interruption.

You say that like we've never done that before.

[A smirk]

Yes, but, minus being cursed? It's sort of been a while and I'm interested in finding out if it still holds true while not cursed. [A pause and a mischievous smirk on her face.]

Unless you're not. In which case, I can just go home. [And she starts turning towards the stairwell again. You're going to stop her, right Ed?]

[...Ah. Heh. Yeah, you're not going anywhere, McGee, as evidenced by the fact that he reaches for her wrist and tugs her back towards the apartment.]

I'm game for trying it out if you are.

[That's what she was hoping for. It gets a laugh and she's suddenly very much so in his space. Her face hardly an inch from his and one arm around his shoulder, her other hand lacing fingers through his hair.]

Absolutely.

[It's your move, though, Ed. Charlie says so.]

[He pulls her completely inside the apartment with a vaguely predatory grin, shutting the door behind them, and closes the remaining space, pulling her flush against him as he claims her lips in a heated kiss.

How's that?]

[She kisses him just as eagerly, rising to stand on tiptoes and both arms wrapping around him. She pulls away briefly, watching for any upsetting reaction from him.] Okay?

[Pshhh absolutely none. Not unless you count "seems disappointed she pulled away" as upsetting. He rests his forehead against hers, eyes closed, a smirk on his face.]

So far, anyway.

[Oh, good. No more Jerry. For now. Charlie rests her hands on his upper arms, eyes closed as well and a small smile on her face.] Good. We should probably keep at it, though. Just in case.

[Any excuse in the world to continue kissing Ed.]

Couldn't hurt, anyway.

[Bah, like they need an excuse. Ed certainly doesn't; he reaches up to cup her face, closing the distance again.]

[She gets a second to whisper 'my Ed' before he's kissing her again, hands drifting to his waist and sliding around to his back. Oh, this was nice. To have him back again like this? It genuinely felt like too long and Charlie tried to keep herself from kissing him like it had been months, even if it sure felt like it.

She lets out a faint hum of happiness, pulling away again just slightly. Ed may not need to breathe but she does.] So. Interesting weekend, huh?

[Fingers toy with the hem of her shirt before slipping underneath, tracing over the skin, and he buries his nose in her neck. She can have lips back in a minute, he's letting her breathe. Really.]

I think you could probably say that about every weekend here, honestly. I've yet to see one that was boring.

[Charlie learned very quickly to associate Ed's touch with Very Good Things so she leans into his hands, eyes closing and a soft smile on her lips. She sighs, tilting her head a bit.] There were two weeks straight of no curses. Those weekends were kind of tame.

[Another sigh, her hands slipping under his own shirt, over-warm fingers tracing lines and patterns on his back.]

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[He hums, pleased, wrapping them further around her, questing across the skin as he returns to her lips, possessive.]

I think you're making it up.

[Maybe. He's doubtful, either way. Given the recent chaos, it's hard to think it was ever "tame".]

[More leaning into his touch and still more of her own exploration of the skin under his shirt, hands inching up his back towards his shoulders. Her kiss is just as possessive and almost eager. Sorry, Jerry, but Ed was hers. She liked to think so, anyway, and she would put up one hell of a fight to keep him.

Not wanting to break the kiss for long, she speaks quickly, returning to his lips every other word or so.]

Not making [A kiss here.] it up. Everyone [another kiss or two, here, these ones lasting longer.] was on edge. Worried.

[And back to kissing for a bit. Save for the bit that she suddenly has something else on her mind. Well, several somethings.] Ed?

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[Interspersed with claims to her lips, staying close enough to breathe her air as curious fingers creep up further, sliding palms against her skin, following the planes of her back, and it's the work of a moment to force the clasp of her bra open.]

Yeah?

Mm-hmm. [If there are buttons on Ed's shirt, Charlie's trying to work them open. If not, she's just trying to remove the shirt as quickly as she can, all while keeping her lips against his. Occasionally, she'll pull away to speak, her lips brushing his as she does so.]

We haven't...[Jesus, he was making it difficult to think.] had an actual date...maybe some day. [That was the best she was going to get out. It was really time to put all her focus into removing Ed's shirt while keeping him as close as possible. She'll worry about...whatever else she was worried about later.]

[He helps the best he can, ghosting along newly accessible curves as he retreats to allow arms out of first one sleeve, then the other, and if maybe there's a button or two missing when he retrieves it later he won't mind.]

...Where?

[Which...could really mean anything, given the context.]

[He's asking her to think about this? Really? When he's running his hands over her skin like that? Ed. That's unfair.

At least she gives herself a moment to focus and word things carefully.]

For the date? Rooftop. Movie or something.

[Her shirt and bra are off a moment later, dropped to the floor before she curls herself against him, still kissing him in the same heated fashion she started with.

For a continuation of this, Ed? Your call.]

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Ngh. Yeah. Sure.

[...Like he really cares. He walks her backwards, and it's pretty much whatever she reaches first, then palming and rearranging until it's moderately comfortable before trailing fingers across whatever skin he can reach, cupping, caressing, digging in fingers to pull her close as he nips teasingly and invades her mouth.

His. Whatever else Jerry has to say about it, whatever he does, she's his and his alone.]

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