Charlie

Chapter 4: Calming...?

Christopher ran his hands through his lovers messy hair, just laying on the bed with his eyes closed, the petit mademoiselle laid on his torso and holding the blanket close, the quiet chirping of birds would be the only thing Charlie would hear, sunlight pouring through a crack in the blinds that lit up small bits of the room the two were in, the couples clothes were everywhere, having been thrown away carelessly and landed in different places, the door open slightly from them forgetting to shut it the night before. Charlie had his hair down like The Angel had hers too, the pair seeming inseparable just by how they mirror each other.
Hours passed and the lady woke up, yawning and stretching before sitting up, the covers falling off the pair and her naked body showing which was almost all pale, making the purple marks of love and the several bites there stand out.
"Bonjour, monsieur~" She whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Bonjour...?" He mumbled, pecking her lips with a confused expression, the lipstick she was wearing stained his neck, cheek, around his mouth and on bits of his waistline. "What happened last night...?" He asked.
"It was amazing~" She hummed, yawning gently and getting up but Chris pulled her back down, managing to hide his confusion.
"Why not sleep for a bit longer, ok? I'll clean everything up and make us some breakfast. Anything you definitely want?"
"Crêpes?"
"It's basically pancakes and chocolate but sure, anything else on it?"
"Appèles un crème un chocolat!"
"... That's a lot of chocolate but sure." He smiled, kissing her cheek before getting up and starting to clean, just putting on a pair of boxers and pants, putting his hair back up with a hair tie.
In the kitchen - once he finished cleaning - Chris made some crêpes for his lover, putting roughly 3 on a plate that were filled with chocolate, cutting an apple into slices, frying them with sugar and putting half on his plate and half on The Angels before putting some cream he made on them and topping it with chocolate. Whilst he was at it, he made some toast and two cups of coffee, one with three sugars, a small teaspoon of coffee, water 3/4ths of the cup and 1/4 of milk; The second having two sugars, two teaspoons of coffee and just water the rest of the way, no milk. Chris put it all on a tray, taking it to Dame's room and setting it on the nightstand.
"Does this suffice?" He asked.
"Yes, more than."
"Good." Chris just ate his toast, drinking his coffee and doing Chris things. The two were doing everything together as they always do, the lady pushing Chris out of the room to get dressed, being playful.
"Dad would like to talk to you by the way." Angel said, wearing one of Chris' shirts, her hair still down.
"Why would he like t-"
"I told him what we did last night."
"... WHY THE FUCK!?" Chrissy shouted, a huge blush on his face.
"It's for love!"

Love.

Does he really need it?

Apparently, yes. If he wants to keep his manhood safe from her violent, dick chopping family.