7. Little miss jealous

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A/N: When the lovely youaremyangel40904 tells me she 'needs to see jealous Char' you bet I'm going to deliver just that. Not going to lie, had a few ideas of what way to pivot this. Let's see as it goes along. Please refrain from reading if possessive nature and adult material upset you. (2801 words)

Prompt: Charlotte and Mia book a weekend getaway, to destress from the recent events at their workplaces. They had yearned for some real alone time, Charlotte had the kids a lot more frequently and Mia's old housemates were around at her flat. This was exactly what they needed. Or so they thought?

Who didn't love a cheeky all-inclusive? We know that Mia loved them. Unlimited drinking? That was all she would've needed to hear to be sold on the idea. Unlimited drinking as well as unlimited time with Charlotte had her genuinely pondering the merits she must've collected in her previous lives to be so lucky. 

The two were currently driving to their destination. St. Ives. Not too far from where they were based, but they were very eager to spend their weekend in the lovely seaside town.

"Honey, I can't help but think I've forgotten something. I always get that feeling when I pack for any sort of trip. It's been eating away at my mind." Charlotte breaks the silence that was between them. The radio had been playing some of her favourite songs, as she drifted in and out of sleep prior.

"Oh I know right, always that nagging feeling. I understand. Sweetheart, it's okay, if you have forgotten anything, we can always buy a replacement for it when we arrive there."

"That's true actually, never thought of it that way."

"Exactly darling, relax. We've had such a hectic few months, forget everything, forget your responsibilities. The girls are safe with your mother and we can contact them whenever you want. Don't worry about anything or anyone." Mia thinks quickly on her feet to deliver an usual one-liner. "Plus, I've packed you as my only essential. You're all I need on this holiday, aside from the booze."

"Dear oh dear Mia, leave some alcohol for everyone else at the resort please."

"No promises, I'd like to call it C & C!"

"Meaning..?" Charlotte could have never guessed what was about to slip out of her mouth so nonchalantly...

"Charlotte and Chivas Regal, duh." If the redhead managed to go find her way to heaven, that's what she would expect in paradise waiting for her. The love of her life, and her future wife. The love of her life being the luxurious Scotch whisky. Obviously.

"I'm glad Charlotte comes before the alcoholic beverage, otherwise you and I would have to have words, Mia" Charlotte joked, she was over the moon that she had this kind of banter with her. Char didn't really do banter much, she was far too much of a people pleasure to not worry about offending individuals with what she said. But when she was here with Mia, she could say the completely wrong thing, or articulate something in an entirely different way to how she meant it, and she didn't ever feel worried. 

Even when they did have the occasional misunderstanding or dispute, the two always darted their focus on the problem at hand. They never attacked one another or threw personal insults. They worked together to compromise or understand their different perspectives. Char had never felt that kind of unconditional love before. 

There was a little something on Charlotte's mind though. They hadn't been affectionate at all in a loooong time. Char hadn't been borderline addicted to sex till she met Mia. It's like her love coming into her life, made sure that she, would be coming for the rest of her life. If you catch my drift. When they first dated they were inseparable in the bedroom. Their physical connection was nothing short of explosive. It wasn't long before their friends and colleagues started joking that they were "like rabbits," given how often they sneaked off to be alone together. They spent hours exploring each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

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