FRIENDS ➳ jean kirstein

007. THE ARLERTS

Charlie - November 1, 2020
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Charlie was still in Eren's lap, rocking against his unruly upwards movements when they heard a car door slam outside. Startled, she abruptly stopped, but Eren evidently was not put out by the notion of Charlie's mother returning home for her lunchbreak.

"Eren, my mom—" Charlie forced out, struggling to speak through throaty gasps and suppressed moans. Still, Eren seemed to be entirely unfazed. If anything, his pace only quickened, and she fell forwards against his chest, nails mercilessly clawing at sweat-slicked skin.

"Be quiet," Eren grunted, his fingers gripping Charlie's hips with ruthless intensity.

As her breathing became helplessly ragged and the curling coil in her stomach tightened to what must surely have been the breaking point, stressful images of her mom marching up the driveway clouded Charlie's blissed-out mind. Was her bedroom window open? She prayed to the gods she didn't believe in that it wasn't, because they could surely be heard if it was, even over the sound of Chase Atlantic playing from Charlie's speaker.

The front door opened, Mitchel Cave sang something about crawling a little further on the bed, the coil in Charlie's stomach snapped with long-awaited finality, and Eren clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling whatever shameless shriek burst out from the depths of her chest.

He swallowed down his own euphoric cry, blunt fingernails raking across Charlie's burning back as she trembled and twitched before completely slacking and collapsing against him, attempting to conceal her desperate panting for the sake of sparing her pride. Eren gently rolled his hips upwards a few more times before falling still with a satisfied sigh. Charlie felt his muscles loosening beneath her as his body untensed and his hands fell limp against her back, softly soothing the scratches and growing bruises that he had so kindly soiled her skin with.

"Eren?" Charlie murmured.

"Hm?"

"I'm hungry."

There was a long moment of silence, then Eren exploded into a spontaneous fit of laughter. This had a knock-on effect, and the next thing Charlie knew, she was gasping for air through hollering laughs.

"What are we even laughing about?" she cackled, rather uglily, strikingly aware of how much she sounded like a witch.

Eren stroked her hair, and she could feel him shaking underneath her as he continued to laugh. "I'm so high right now."

Charlie's own body didn't give her a warning before letting out a wheeze, so strong that it made her feel momentarily light-headed. Then again, that could have simply been an effect of the weed, or the Eren-induced high.

With unfaltering laughter, Eren's warm hands took Charlie by the waist and he flipped her over onto her back, brushing aside the hair that was glued to her forehead by glistening sweat. He kissed her forehead and then her lips, the second kiss lingering a little longer than the first, before swiping his tongue across her cheek, eliciting a squeal of surprise from her.

She reached to swat his shoulder but he swerved out of the way, bounding off the bed, grinning triumphantly and chuckling to himself. Charlie rolled her eyes, yet she couldn't seem to wipe away the ridiculously wide smile that was plastered on her face. Again, that could have been an effect of the weed, or an effect of Eren being a total idiot.

"Wanna head out?" Eren asked. Charlie sat up, leaning against her headboard, and watched the muscles in his back move as he dressed himself. Only once he had pulled his shirt on did she stand up and start dressing herself.

"Will you grab me a pair of sweats?" she requested, gesturing towards her clothing rack as she turned to the mirror that was mounted on the wall above her makeshift nightstand.