Charlynch One-Shots

Coffee

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"Hey...wake up" Becky shakes her sleeping friend as she hovered over her, "come on, we don't have all day!"

Said friend, Charlotte, barely moves before peeking her eyes open and nearly jumping out of her skin at the woman standing over her.

"Oh my god!" She shrieked, quite literally falling off the bed.

"What? What is it??" Becky shrieks with her as she backed up, "is something on me??"

"You!" Charlotte exclaims back to her, looking up with a stunned look.

"Me?! Hey, I'm not that scary!" Becky begins to form a pout, "get up!"

"No, not that!! Bex, how the hell did you get into my room??" Charlotte's sat up against the nightstand at this point, staring at Becky like she was crazy.

"Oh" Becky'a shoulders relax a little bit with a little sigh, "that's all? Does that really matter?"

"Yes!" The tone of Charlotte's voice makes Becky chuckle a little bit as she covered her mouth with her hand to hide it.

"Well, it doesn't to me! I didn't use anything weird, so chill!" She grabbed her arm and helped her off the ground.

"Ugh, hotel floors are so nasty, Charlie. Can't believe I scared you that bad" she brushes her back off after she helped her up.

"Geez, my friend coming into my room uninvited would do that to me" Charlotte pulls away from her grip lightly as she sat back down on the bed she was literally scared off of with a heavy sigh.

"You're so dramatic!" Becky rolls her eyes a little bit.

"Besides, you should have known I was coming! You told me you'd buy my a coffee yesterday and I'm here for it" Becky put her hand out in front of Charlotte's face, much to her annoyance.

"You're kidding me right? That's all?" Charlotte swats her hand away, making Becky chuckle again, but not hiding it this time.

"Uh, yeah! Unless you wanna give me something else. But, that isn't what I'm here for, is it?" Becky puts her hands on her hips with an exaggerated attitude.

"I barely even told you that yesterday, I told it to you last night! Not even a full 12 hours ago!" Charlotte argues.

"'Not even 12 hours' too long!" Becky complains, "I want it now!"

Charlotte shakes her head in defeat, looking up at her with a very obvious expression that said 'I don't feel like dealing with this'.

While she looked, Becky gave her one back saying, 'I really don't care'.
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"Would you at least be so kind to let me properly dress myself?" Charlotte caves. She can't get out of this one now.

"What's wrong with that?" Becky eyes her in her night clothes. A bra and some shorts.

Charlotte's look turns to a glare as Becky only covered her mouth with another giggle and what Char could have sworn was a blush.

"What? I like it! Fine. Goodness! I give you 5 minutes to do that" Becky turns to walk to the door and give her some privacy.

"And if I don't make the 5?" Charlotte asks.

"It's very easy for me to make your life miserable, I'm sure I can find out something to do" Becky laughs as she walks out the door, leaving Charlotte on the bed.

There was no option to decline what she was...well...demanded of.
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Later, but not by much from Becky's ridiculous demanding, Charlotte sat and watched as she gleefully sipped from the warm mug of coffee she was made to buy her.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. You could have gotten something for yourself, too" Becky smiles a sly one as she winked while taking a second sip.

"I can't stand you" is all Charlotte says. She couldn't stay mad at her, and Becky knew that. So, she loved to take advantage of it.

"But, you're still here aren't you?" Becky pouts her bottom lip out at her.

"A brat too" Charlotte looks away from her and out the window they sat beside. She didn't want to admit Becky was right this time around. She was still annoyed from her rude awakening.

"But!" Becky pauses in between, "you like me that way" she then points a finger at her as she took another slow sip. Staring straight ahead at her.

Charlotte brought her attention back to her as she pointed her way, now with the smallest shake of her head as she didn't break the gaze they suddenly shared.

Why else would she let her get away with everything? So, like her? Charlotte did.

"Goddamn you, Rebecca Quin"