Chapter 13: Morning Hunger

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After breakfast, the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel slowly emptied, leaving behind the usual din of faint chatter and the occasional clink of dishes. Vaggie and Charlie stood from the table, sharing a quick smile before they quietly slipped away from the others. They made their way back upstairs, walking side by side through the dimly lit corridors. Vaggie couldn't help but glance over at Charlie, who was humming softly to herself, looking as radiant as ever despite the chaotic morning they'd just experienced.

As they reached the door to their room, Charlie opened it with a flourish, letting Vaggie walk in first. The door clicked shut behind them, and Vaggie began to move toward the dresser to change. But before she could take another step, she felt Charlie's arms wrap around her waist from behind, pulling her close.

"Vaggie..." Charlie's voice was a low, teasing whisper in her ear.

Vaggie smirked, already knowing where this was going. "What is it, babe? We've got a lot to do today."

Charlie, however, wasn't about to let go. She spun Vaggie around, her golden eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Angel's story this morning..." Charlie's voice trailed off as she pressed her body against Vaggie's, her warm breath tickling Vaggie's neck. "It kind of made me... peckish."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, pretending to act clueless. "Peckish? For what, exactly?"

Charlie's smile widened, and her sharp, pearly teeth flashed in the soft light of the room. "You."

Before Vaggie could respond, Charlie gently pushed her backward onto the bed. The softness of the mattress enveloped her as she landed, and Charlie wasted no time crawling on top of her, her knees resting on either side of Vaggie's hips.

Vaggie laughed lightly, her hands coming up to hold Charlie's shoulders. "Oh no, I'm in danger!" she joked, her voice filled with faux fear.

Charlie leaned down, her lips brushing against Vaggie's ear as she whispered, "You should be. You're all mine." Her fingers gently grazed Vaggie's skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Vaggie's playful demeanor faltered slightly as a warmth spread through her chest. She loved when Charlie took charge like this, seeing the glint of mischief in her princess's eyes. "Do your worst," Vaggie challenged, her voice a little breathless.

Charlie's eyes darkened with desire. She grinned wickedly, leaning down and pressing her lips to Vaggie's neck. She started with soft kisses, her breath warm and slow, but then she let her sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin. Vaggie tensed in anticipation, her body already responding to the teasing.

Without warning, Charlie bit down—just enough to leave a mark, but not too hard. Vaggie gasped, her fingers gripping Charlie's arms tightly. "Mmm, Charlie..."

Charlie giggled, lifting her head slightly to admire the small red mark now visible on Vaggie's neck. "You look so good with my marks on you," she purred, her hands slowly sliding down Vaggie's sides.

Vaggie smirked, half-lidded eyes meeting Charlie's. "You're such a tease."

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Charlie replied, her voice sultry. She moved down further, pressing a series of kisses along Vaggie's collarbone, each one followed by a playful nip of her teeth. Vaggie arched her back slightly, her body tingling with the mix of pleasure and pain.

Charlie paused for a moment, looking down at Vaggie with adoration. "You're so beautiful, Vaggie," she whispered, her voice soft but full of passion.

Vaggie blushed, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness. "You always say that."

"Because it's true," Charlie replied with a smile. She lowered herself again, this time biting down on Vaggie's shoulder. The sharp sensation made Vaggie gasp once more, her heart racing.

Charlie continued to nibble and bite her way down Vaggie's body, leaving small, visible marks wherever her teeth touched. Vaggie squirmed beneath her, the mixture of sensations driving her wild. Each bite sent a shock of pleasure through her, and Charlie's soft giggles only added to the intensity.

Finally, Charlie paused, sitting up slightly to admire her handiwork. Vaggie lay beneath her, breathing heavily, her body marked with little love bites. The sight made Charlie's heart swell with pride and affection.

"You look even more beautiful like this," Charlie said softly, her hand gently tracing the marks she'd left on Vaggie's skin.

Vaggie chuckled, her voice still slightly breathless. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

Charlie leaned down again, her lips hovering over Vaggie's ear. "Only when it comes to you," she whispered, sending another shiver down Vaggie's spine.

With a contented sigh, Charlie rolled off of Vaggie, lying beside her on the bed. She reached over, taking Vaggie's hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Vaggie turned her head to look at her girlfriend, a lazy smile on her lips. "You got what you wanted, huh?"

Charlie giggled, her golden eyes sparkling. "Maybe... but we should really get dressed now. We've got a busy day ahead."

Vaggie laughed, shaking her head. "You and your impulses."

Charlie just smiled sweetly, her expression innocent despite what had just transpired. "I couldn't help myself."

Vaggie sat up, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, let's get ready then, before we get distracted again."

Charlie nodded, sitting up as well. She reached for Vaggie's hand again, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before standing up. Together, they began the routine of getting ready for the day, but the playful, intimate atmosphere lingered between them like an unspoken promise for more mischief later.

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