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[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.]

[The bed. For once, they actually found their way to the bed and somehow Charlie's managed to work herself out of the pajama bottoms she'd worn when she first hurried over before the mattress even hit the back of her legs. Ed had her. She trusted him to not let her trip herself in the process and she had the button of his jeans undone a second later, unzipping and tugging and trying to slip them off as quickly as possible.

There really wasn't much left between them, now and her arms wrapped around him tightly. One around his waist and the other around his shoulders and she was more than certain that nothing in this idiotic dimension that could separate them at this point.

His kiss was something she'd missed and she tried to match it, nipping and tugging on his lower lip briefly and gently and she shifted with a soft sigh to press herself into his hands more. This was definitely needed, even if it had already been done on more than one occasion in the past few days.]

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