The Entanglement [Charlie Barber]

Chapter 5: Instincts

Soft shadows and warm morning light danced across the wooden floor of the bedroom. Charlie was already out of bed, opening the windows to let in the refreshing sounds of dawn. It was part of his morning ritual before he got dressed, made coffee and caught up on some reading. But something was different about this routine, though; You. He wasn't used to having anyone actually sleepover. Fuck their brains out? Sure. Fall asleep tangled up in each other's arms afterwards? Not so much.

Charlie finished buttoning up his shirt as he walked over to his side of the bed, picking up his watch from the nightstand and putting it on. He looked down at you, slightly smiling at the way you were curled up and still sound asleep. Almost by natural impulse he leaned over the bed and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. Only after he pulled away from you did it even register to him how tender his actions were. He wasn't annoyed that you stayed the night; hell, he was the one who demanded it. He wasn't pacing the room, waiting for you to wake up so he could have his personal space back. Instead, he tip-toed around, quiet as a mouse because he wanted you to get as much sleep as you needed.

It was at that moment Charlie realized that he cared about you, deeply. And it wasn't something he was ready for.

You stretched your arms above your head as you turned your body over letting your eyes adjust to the morning light cascaded across the bed. It took you a second to comprehend you weren't in your own bed, but Charlie's bed. You ran your hands over your body also realizing you were nude.

You sat up, hugging the sheet around you as you scanned the empty room. You inhaled the charming scent of Charlie's cologne that was still lingering in the air along with the aroma of fresh coffee brewing. You brought yourself to your feet and dropped the sheet on the bed, letting the morning sun kiss your skin. Glancing across the room you noticed your original clothes were folded neatly on Charlie's dresser. He was such a tidy person and you almost felt challenged to be tidier around him. You weren't a slob by any means but compared to Ben, you were the tidy one.

As you dressed yourself you noticed how sore your ass was and you twisted your body so you could see yourself better in the dresser mirror. There was a clear red imprint of a large hand on both of your ass cheeks. It made you smirk, the way Charlie marked you as if you were his property. You had been spanked before but only during sex. Charlie spanked you for the actual act of it; the enjoyment of watching you gasp and flinch under his hand, before he started fucking you again.

As you started to walk out of the room, your eyes stopped at his nightstand. You remembered what you saw in there and the questions you still had. You imagined how strange it would be having some kind of kinky relationship with your director while your boyfriend, or shall we say ex-boyfriend, worked alongside you for the next several weeks. Charlie was probably too smart for that. He wouldn't let something frivolous derail the show and he certainly wouldn't want his sex life to be on anyone's radar. He was so private about his personal life that most of the time people would just make up assumptions and those assumptions would turn into rumors. You've heard all kinds of tales about him but Charlie never seemed to be phased by any of it. It was as if he was just existing to do his job and everything else was nonsensical bullshit that came with the territory of show business.

So, maybe this was just a one time fling.

You made it to the foot of the stairway as Charlie was making his way out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand. You stood on the last step meeting Charlie's gaze even though he was still several inches taller than you. He handed you the coffee mug, his mouth slightly curled into a grin.

"Good morning." He said, voice smooth like honey.

You lifted the mug to your nose and inhaled. "Mmmmm.... indeed." You locked eyes and stood gazing at each other for a moment. You felt butterflies in your chest remembering all the things he did to you only hours before.