35 ᴍᴍ ꜰɪʟᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ I 🎀 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑒 𝒜𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓈 [𝑔𝓍𝑔] 🎀

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕: 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈. [𝐌/𝐓𝐖]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 27 [ᴍ/ᴛᴡ]

The warmth between them lingered, the air in the room heavy with emotion and love. Charlie could feel the weight of the promise ring on her finger, a constant reminder of the commitment they had just exchanged, and she was still buzzing with everything Gracie had said. But as they sat there on the bed, their foreheads resting against each other's, a soft chuckle escaped Charlie.

"We should probably go rejoin the party before people start wondering where we've disappeared to," Charlie said softly, her tone light and playful. She leaned back, still holding Gracie's hand, about to pull her off the bed and lead her back to the living room.

But just as she started to rise, Gracie's hand tightened around hers, pulling her back. The shift in Gracie's expression was subtle, but enough to make Charlie pause, a flicker of curiosity flashing in her eyes. "Gracie?"

Gracie stood up slowly, her eyes darkening with something deeper, something more intense than the tenderness they had shared just moments before. Without breaking eye contact, she walked over to the door, her movements deliberate, and turned the lock with a soft click.

Charlie's heart rate picked up slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked, unsure of what was happening. "What are you doing?"

Gracie didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned around and slowly walked back toward Charlie, her gaze never leaving hers. When she reached the bed, she placed her hands gently on Charlie's shoulders, and with a soft but firm push, she guided Charlie back until she was lying flat on the bed.

Charlie's breath hitched as her back met the soft sheets, her pulse racing with a mixture of anticipation and surprise. She looked up at Gracie, a little taken aback. Normally, Charlie was the one who took control in moments like this, the one to lead with confidence. But this time, there was something different about Gracie—an assertiveness she hadn't seen before.

Gracie climbed onto the bed, hovering over Charlie for a moment, her eyes filled with a heat that made Charlie's skin tingle. "I have one more present for you," Gracie whispered, her voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down Charlie's spine.

Charlie's heart was pounding now, her palms growing slightly clammy as she tried to catch her breath. She wasn't used to seeing this side of Gracie—this bold, commanding energy. Normally, Charlie was the one in charge, the one who led with confidence and took control. But now, with Gracie towering over her, that dynamic had shifted, and Charlie wasn't sure what to expect.

She swallowed nervously, her voice shaky but curious. "Gracie..."

Gracie smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned in close, her lips brushing softly against Charlie's ear. "Relax," she whispered, her breath hot against Charlie's skin. "It's your birthday. Let me take care of you."

Charlie's breath caught again, and she could only nod, unsure of how to respond. The tension in the air between them was thick, electric, and as Gracie pulled back, Charlie's eyes widened slightly when she saw what came next.

Without hesitation, Gracie reached for the hem of her top, and in one swift motion, she pulled it over her head, tossing it to the side. The sight of her bare skin, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, left Charlie speechless. She had seen Gracie like this before, but never with this level of intensity. There was a quiet confidence in the way Gracie moved now, something that left Charlie both nervous and exhilarated.

Gracie didn't wait for Charlie to respond. She slid down, positioning herself on her knees at the foot of the bed, her hands resting lightly on Charlie's thighs.