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The entirety of the hotel’s staff sat in the parlor. On the couches and chairs as Angel, dressed in a stain duster and hat read from a script written in…crayon?

Charlie sat in the middle of the couch, her legs crisscross applesauce, a giant smile on her face and her hands in her lap while she listened to her patrons recite the provided dialog. Husk had taken up station away from the rest on a nearby chair looking bored out of his fucking mind. To her left, Alastor sat there grinning from ear to ear like usual, Niffty hanging off of the back of the couch with an equally disturbing grin. Vaggie sat to her right, appearing to be watching the scene in front of her but really she was just off in her own thoughts. She didn’t quite pop out of them until Sir Pentious, dressed in a…sort of young boys outfit, started to speak louder.

“Now if you’ll excuuuussssssse me, I’m off to not have sssssssexual intercourse before marriage!”

Charlie stood up quickly, clapping and telling Sir Pentious how proud she was of him. Dear God…Satan…Lucifer…whoever. This was getting out of hand. Angel disappeared up to his room as Charlie went on and on about how great of a success their exercise had been. But had it really? Did it actually prove anything or was Charlie just happy to have someone playing this game of attempted redemption in her hotel?

Vaggie watched her girlfriend gush over the outcome of her “therapy” with their newest patron from her seat in the couch as Husk got up to head back to the bar for a bottle of something strong. It was the minimum requirement for him to tolerate this bullshit. For once, Vaggie had to agree with him. Each day was getting harder and harder to tolerate in the hotel.

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Later in the evening, Vaggie had gotten out of the shower and dried herself off. She took a few much needed moments to herself to comb out her hair, brush her teeth, rub some moisturizer on her face just to stop and stare at her reflection. She felt a little guilty. Joining in on this entire thing had been to support Charlie’s dream of redeeming lost souls so that Heaven would cancel the exterminations. While Vaggie was extremely supportive of the princess, almost to a fault, she still couldn’t deal with the destruction this program was doing to her relationship. Did Vaggie want to pretend that everything was all butterflies and rainbows like Charlie portrayed it to be? Of course she did. She absolutely loved her girlfriend and would lay down her life for her without batting an eye. But this entire situation was single-handedly driving her mad.

The fallen angel pulled a black silk nightgown over her head and pulled the fabric down against her body. It rested mid thigh and covered just enough so that if she bent over it wouldn’t show the red underwear she had in underneath. She sighed softly and pushed the darkly contrasting strap up over her shoulder before looking at herself in the mirror again. She felt undesirable and exhausted. It felt like an eon ago but Charlie use to shower with her at the end of the day. Well, they did a lot more than showering. It was how they would wind down their day after trying to fix up the hotel and make plans to recruit patrons. That had actually been months ago.

This hotel had brought them closer as they put it together but how they seemed to be drifting apart. 

Slowly, Vaggie padded down the hall with her bare feet? Leaving the bathroom attached to their bedroom for the long, dark, narrow hallway that would lead to a cracked door with light pouring out from the other side. This was damn near a nightly occurrence. Without knocking, Vaggie slowly pushed the door open a bit more, the hinges moving effortlessly as her hand gripped the edge of the wood. Leaning against the doorframe she looked at the scene before her like she hadn’t seen it hundreds of times. 

The desk chair was facing away from the door, pushed up against the desk where its owner sat, leaning over the delicately carved wood where a pen scrawled and scratched over a piece of paper. She could hear the quiet ticking and scraping of the pen across the surface of the page as Charlie quickly wrote down whatever it was she had on her mind.

A new exercise, an advertisement, a bonding trip, who even knew at this point. 

From her place against the doorframe she surveyed the area, frowning at how lived in the office actually looked. There were multiple coffee cups stacked to the side of the desk. Tall reams of paper were sloppily stacked up in several stacks. There was barely enough room to work in the center of the desk but there was just enough for the petite blonde to lean over and scribble on another page. One desk drawer on the right was slightly open as though it had been like that to access something earlier, or maybe Charlie just forgot to close it as an idea struck her and she went to quickly write it down.

It was dark outside, the only sources of light in the room was a desk lap on the desk that was almost completely caged in by columns of paper and another small floor lap in the corner of the room giving off just enough light to make it look almost cozy in the room. The kind of light you might curl up and read a good book in, or take a relaxing nap, or fuck your girlfriend in. There were also papers all over the floor. The waste bin was full of papers as well. Overflowing actually. 

Vaggie’s jaw clenched lightly at the mess but she let her eyes drift up to the person sitting at the desk and the tension left her face. Her lover was alternating between leaning over the paper she was scribbling on and leaning up slightly to check her work from a slightly further distance. She had taken off her suit jacket and, from the looks of it, attempted to hang it on the back of her chair. The attempt must have failed because it lay crumpled on the floor in a crimson puddle behind her chair. Her white shirt looked to have been unbuttoned at the top a bit as the collar was slack around her neck.

Vaggie could tell that the bow tie was undone around her neck but still tucked under the stiff collar of her shirt. Her suspenders still secured over her shoulders and sleeves had been rolled up mid forearm. Her hair was still secured behind her but it looked like she had some flyaways from aggressively running her hand through the blonde locks in frustration. No matter how disheveled she was, she looked beautiful to Vaggie. 

The entire time the shorter woman had been watching, Charlie was none the wiser. She was too enthralled with her task to notice Vaggie slipping into the office. The door clicked shut quietly as she made her way closer to the desk and its inhabitant. The hand she placed on Charlie’s fabric clad shoulder nearly had the princess jump out of her skin.

“Maybe if we— AH SHIT!” She jumped and tossed the pen, spinning around in the direction of the hand that had just grabbed her. Her eyes darted over to see the slightly amused face of her partner staring back at her.

“Vaggie!” She cried out, putting a hand to her chest. “Oh…oh you can’t scare me like that.” A little chuckle left her lips as she put her hand on top of the small, grey one that rested on her shoulder. “You almost scared me into second death.”

Wishing she could be more amused, Vaggie gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Maybe then you’d have to sleep at a decent hour.” She said in a slightly unamused tone. It was pretty late. The least Charlie could do would be to come to bed so they could fall asleep together.

“Oh, pft— I have plenty of time to sleep, Vaggie! I just had this really good idea on how to get a few more souls into the hotel—“ Charlie was excitedly describing her latest plan but Vaggie didn’t hear anything as she let her hand tighten on Charlie’s shoulder. Her delicate fingers digging into the flesh underneath the crisp white fabric of the shirt. It was only for an instant then her hand relaxed again. The gesture probably felt like a squeeze of support, but it was really an effort to keep her from saying things that were racing back and forth in her mind. Why couldn’t Charlie just give it a break for a day, an evening, a fucking hour? Just to come to bed with Vaggie and at least hold her. That’s the most she’s been getting from the princess lately and it’s been making her skin crawl.

“What do you think, Vags?” The doll faced demon asked, looking back to Vaggie with a giant grin in her face as she held the paper up to show her. The paper she had just been scribbling on moments before. It had some crude, happy little drawings along with a few diagrams and words. Arrows littered the page to show the thought progression.

“Uh…y-yeah sweetie that sounds great.” She stuttered a little, trying to shake herself from her thoughts.

“But I didn’t tell you the best part!” Charlie continued to smile so hard it made Vaggie’s own cheeks hurt. It must have been at that moment that Charlie realized that Vaggie wasn’t smiling at her at all. And looked distant and seemed lost in thought. “Vags? Vaggie…” Charlie squeezed the hand on her shoulder again and gently peeled it off, taking it in her own. “Babe, what’s going on? Is something wrong?” Letting her hand slip from her partner’s shoulder, she felt the warm, long fingered hands hold onto her delicately. Almost as if she would break if handled too roughly.

“Um- no. No, nothing is wrong. Just a long day you know. Helping the downtrodden and damned and…all…that.” Shit she was a terrible liar. 

“Vaggie…” Charlie’s voice seemed to warn, seeing through the lie. “You can tell me. I love you.”

A small smile turned one corner of Charlie’s black lips as she looked up to her wonderful girlfriend. Vaggie almost felt herself starting to smile back before she looked down at her bare feet standing amongst the mess of papers on the floor. “I just…really miss you Charlie.” She started, her voice shaking slightly. “I miss having dinner with you, taking showers with you, getting ready for bed and cuddling until we fall asleep.” Her voice got a little steadier with each word. “I just miss you.”

The small smile left Charlie’s face and was replaced with a frown. Slowly her mouth opened just enough to draw in her lower lip and bite down on it. She felt guilty that this was how her other half felt. “Vaggie…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so distant from you. I guess I just got carried away with trying to make all of this work. And the next extermination being moved up…it’s just got me in overdrive.” She spoke so quickly, trying to apologize and explain. But Vaggie already knew. She was there beside Charlie the whole time. She knew what drove her and spurred her on. It was one of Vaggie’s favorite things about her…and slowly becoming one of her least favorites as well. 

“I know hun…I know. You’re doing this for your people and I love that about you.” The last part was quickly added. Her free hand came up to rest on the side of Charlie’s pale face and gently cupped her cheek. She felt a shift of weight against her palm as Charlie pushed herself further against the warm hand. “You’re selfless to a fault. But I understand why. It’s just…”

The hand on her cheek slowly trailed down to her jaw, the finger tips moving to ever so lightly brush down the column of her white, slender neck, over the slight bump of her exposed collar bone to rest just below where the fabric stopped her view of flesh. Vaggie’s palm laid flat over the expanse of skin that was visible as her fingers crept under the fabric just a bit, lightly running over the covered part of her collar bone. “I miss you.” She repeated. “And I really, really need you.”

There was no mistaking the meaning of those words. They were laced with want, need, lust. Her eye slowly traveled up from where her hand rested to catch Charlie’s gaze. Eyes half hooded, cheeks tinged a light pink, the blonde looked up at her girlfriend and bit down harder on her bottom lip. “Vaggie…you know we can’t…”

When they got Angel here as their first “guest” there were rules that the hotel tried to establish. It wanted to rid the sinners of sin. So no drinking, smoking, drugs, gambling, pride, gluttony, lust, or sex. Well…sex before marriage. Both Angel and Vaggie about blew a fuse in that last one. After the initial shock had worn off, Vaggie pulled Charlie aside just to confirm what she thought her girlfriend meant. 

“You mean for the guests right?” There’s no way she meant that they-

“We have to lead by example, Vaggie. If we don’t then how do we expect them to?” Charlie had grabbed Vaggie’s hands and held them tight. “It’ll be ok.” She tried to reassure her.

That was months ago. Months since her girlfriend had done anything more than kiss her or hold her hand. She needed her lips to find more than her own, for her to touch her, to make her go crazy with lust and scream her name. The hand on Charlie’s chest fell off of her and to Vaggie’s side. Seeing the disappointment on her girlfriend’s face, Charlie turned back to her desk and sighed softly. 

Reaching across her desk for the coffee mug, her middle and ring fingers slid into the handle of the cup then all five fingers wrapped around it. She brought the mug to her lips and took a few sips of the liquid inside before setting it back down again. “I’m sorry Vaggie.” She whispered almost too quiet to hear.

She loved Charlie. She loved her beautiful mind and her kind heart and everything about her. But this was going to kill bet all over again. “I-I know.” Resigned to go to bed alone again, she at least wanted to have a good night kiss before going back to the large empty bed. Vaggie put her hand on Charlie’s arm that sat on the armrest of the chair, leaning forward to place a light peck on the corner of her lips. Letting it linger there for just a moment before pulling back.

As she pulled back, her tongue lightly darted out over her own lips, wet with the coffee that Charlie just took a drink of. Coffee…she licked her lips again. That wasn’t coffee. She felt the arm under her hand stiffen as if Charlie knew that she knew. Vaggie reached across Charlie’s face and to the cup that had been sat back down on the desk. Instead of trying to stop the other from taking the mug, a pale hand instead slowly attempted to close the partially open drawer while Vaggie was distracted. 

Putting the cup to her lips, she inhaled sharply then tipped the mug back and took the slightest taste of the liquid inside. A cringe scrunched her face up as she slammed the mug back down on the desk in front of Charlie, some liquid spilling out onto the paper she had previously been showing her. “What the fuck, Charlie?!” The blonde wouldn’t meet her gaze. She couldn’t. Instead of coffee, there was a mix of alcohol inside the mug. Vaggie couldn’t quite pinpoint the type of liquors she had in the mug but it was heinous tasting.

It was then that it clicked she heard a drawer closed as she had tasted the dark liquid. Looking down she saw Charlie with two fingers pressed against a drawer like she was willing Vaggie not to open it.She reached down and put her hand on the handle but felt the slightest bit of resistance from the fingers still on the wood. “Vaggie…please. Don’t.” She pleaded. Not looking at her girlfriend, Vaggie opened the drawer without further force from Charlie. Inside the drawer were several open, half and almost empty bottles of alcohol. Rums, vodkas, gins, liqueurs, whiskey…

“So you can’t fuck me because of the rules you put in place but you can break those rules and drink?” It felt like she had been slapped across the face by the venom that Vaggie spat out. 

“It’s not like that Vaggie.” Charlie still couldn’t meet her gaze. 

Vaggie wasn’t sure which pissed her off more. The fact that Charlie lied and broke her own set of rules while leaving her to suffer or that she couldn’t even look at her after being caught. “Then what’s it like Charlie? You can sit here, work on hotel plans and drink yourself numb while I have to go to bed alone, starving for you to touch me so I have to do it myself?” Still no eye contact from the blonde demon. This infuriated Vaggie further and she grabbed the top corner of Charlie’s chair and spun it to face her. “Answer me Charlie!” The months of pent up frustration was leaking out of every pore of her body.

Even with the chair turned and their bodies facing each other, Charlie didn’t looked up at her partner. “I-It’s hard for me too.” She answered meekly.

“What’s hard? Following your own asinine rules? Setting an example for our one guest?” She said angrily. 

“They’re not asinine.” Charlie said lowly, finally looking up and meeting Vaggie’s glare. “They’re put in place to help our guests get closer to redemption.”

“We aren’t guests Charlie. We run the hotel.”

“Yes and that means setting a good example for our guests and potential guests.”

“We can set examples other ways. I’m not going without sex the entire time we are running this place. You’re going to have either marry me or get over it and FUCK ME.” 

“I bought you all those toys so you wouldn’t have to struggle with this.”

“I don’t want to fuck those toys, Charlie, I want to fuck my girlfriend!”

“I’m just trying to make this work. Or else this is all for nothing.”

“By hiding in your office all night drinking some awful concoction of booze instead of coming to bed and at least cuddling with me?”

“I’m not hiding in my office…and I can’t do that.” Charlie intentionally skipped over defending herself against drinking. She had been caught and she couldn’t lie about it now.

“Why can’t you at least come to bed and hold me while we go to sleep? It…it feels like you don’t even want me anymore.” The anger in Vaggie’s voice slowly subsided and sounded more like one of insecurities. Her hands came up to hold onto her sides, arms crossed over her body to hold herself. It broke Charlie.

“I want you Vaggie. I want you forever and always! I just…I can’t touch you.” She wanted to step forward and pull Vaggie against her chest and hold her for dear life. She wanted to squash her fears that Charlie didn’t want her and whisper how much she loved her in her ear until she fell asleep on her chest. 

She was instantly anger again. “Why the fuck can’t you touch me?” Her hands balled up into fists and shot to her sides. “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Just some Sinner that can’t compete in your royal world?” She knew she was toeing a line and her words were starting to get harsh. 

“B-because I-I-I…”

“Spit it out Charlie!”

“I-I just…uh.”

“Charlie I swear to God, Satan, and all the other deities that if you don’t tell me I’m going to-“

Vaggie was cut off by Charlie standing swiftly to wrap her arms around her silk covered waist, pulling her against her lithe body just as her lips crashed into the smaller woman’s. Caught off guard, she brought her hands up to steady herself. One caught ahold of Charlie’s upper arm and the other handed in her chest, right inside the unbuttoned shirt, brushing the soft flesh underneath. Vaggie kissed her back, pushing hard against those black lips that still tasted of some strange mix of strong liquor. Charlie let her tongue peek out and lightly run across Vaggie’s lower lip, sliding it into her mouth when the angel sighed softly and parted her lips.

For several minutes they fought for dominance with their lips, tongues, teeth…until Charlie finally pulled back. She realized at this moment that she had turned so that Vaggie was trapped between her and the desk. Fuck.

“I’m not strong enough to stop. I-I need you too. I drink every night so I’m too numb to want sex. I don’t come to bed with you because…I know I won’t be able to stop if you so much as run your hand down my arm or-or push yourself back against me. I need you like I need to eat and I’ve been starving for you this entire time…but I don’t want to fail at this and-and-and…” Charlie’s eyes started to well up with tears as she dropped her head down so her forehead was resting on Vaggie’s shoulder. The hand on Charlie’s chest was gently rubbing up and down on the center of her chest. Lightly running over the pointed ends of her collar bones at the hollow of her throat. She was still breathing hard from the sudden onslaught of her lips. Her heart racing hard against her ribs, she was sure Charlie could feel it.

“And what?” She said softly, still running her fingers over the flawless skin. 

Charlie sighed shakily and tightened her arms around the other’s waist. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak.” It was such a quiet confession that Vaggie strained to hear it.

“Weak? You?” Vaggie said with a little light hearted chuckle. The hand on her arm moved around to run through the blonde hair that cascaded down Charlie’s back. “You’re the Princess of Hell. And even if you weren’t…what you’re doing here, a weak person wouldn’t have made it this far. You’ve got so much passion, Charlie. You’re constantly insulted because of this project and you always come back stronger each time. You’re anything but weak, hon.”

Slowly, Charlie’s arms started to loosen and she lifted her head a bit. “Do you mean that?” A small sniffle.

“Of course I do.” Vaggie smiled at her and leaned forward to place the briefest kiss on those black tinted lips.  “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Sighing softly, Charlie stood up straight and looked down at the woman in her arms. Maybe the rules were a little…asinine.

“Come to bed with me…we don’t have to do anything. We will get a good nights sleep…and we can talk about this tomorrow when we aren’t so worked up.” Vaggie offered, looking up at Charlie with a pleading look.

It didn’t take anymore prodding. Charlie reached down and picked Vaggie up, bridal style, holding the smaller woman close to her chest. “I can’t say no to you.” She placed a gentle kiss on Vaggie’s forehead.

Walking them both down the hall to their bedroom, Charlie lightly nudged the door open and pushed it closed with the back of her shoulder until it closed with a click. With a few long strides, she made her way over to Vaggie’s side of the bed and carefully leaned down to deposit her in the bed. As her backside came in contact with the comforter, Vaggie anticipated the loss of contact and closed her hands around the open edges of the shirt and pulled herself up to place a kiss on Charlie’s lips again. Placing her hands on the bed, Charlie kissed her back while leaning over both the bed and Vaggie. She groaned softly against those soft lips and pushed back just enough for Vaggie to fall backwards onto the bed. This caused Charlie to have to put a knee on the bed so it was easier to lean over and maintain contact with those sweet, wonderful lips.

Vaggie was trapped between the strong arms that had carried her into the bedroom, holding onto Charlie’s shirt for dear life as she slowly kissed her girlfriend. The kisses weren’t deep or rough, just light brushing of lips and noses lightly nuzzling against each other. “Sorry…I just miss you so much. Even just kissing you.” Vaggie admitted as her grip loosened on the fabric. “Do you want me to grab your pajamas for you?” She asked softly, noting her state of dress.

Charlie’s pupils were slightly dilated and her breathing was a little hitched. “I want you to undress me.” She stated as a hand came off the bed to rest on Vaggie’s knee, lightly rubbing the skin on the side of her knee before slowly creeping up to the back of her thigh just above her knee. “If…if you want to.”

She didn’t have to say it twice. 

Reaching up, she started to unbutton the white shirt from the top to the bottom. Half the shirt was already untucked from their earlier attack on each other. Fingers gripped the fabric lightly and tugged it free of the black suit pants she had on today. Charlie shrugged the shirt off, knocking the suspenders off her shoulders just before she lost the shirt and tossed it to the floor. Vaggie would allow it this one time.

Just. This. Once.

Her grey fingers ran over the porcelain skin from the waistband of her pants, up the line of her flat stomach, along the bottom of her bra’s fabric before stopping. “You’re absolute perfection.” Vaggie whispered. A low, throaty chuckle left Charlie’s lips. She felt so far from it in that moment. Reaching behind her lover, those skilled hands popped the clasp free and the bra fell forward on Charlie’s arms. Raising to her full height again she tossed the bra off her arms and to the floor with her shirt. “Come here.” Vaggie said in a low, husky voice. She had her fingers in the belt loops of Charlie’s pants and tugged her forward more. Both of her knees were on the bed now, moving to lean over Vaggie’s smaller frame. 

One hand on either side of her head, her knees between her legs, Vaggie wrapped those legs around Charlie’s hips to pull her closer. A low groan escaped the blonde’s lips as she dropped from her hands to her elbows now, that much closer to Vaggie.It took everything in Vaggie not to rip off the rest of Charlie’s clothes and put those long, wonderful fingers to work. There was a drawer full of toys next to them but she wanted to feel every part of Charlie that she could. 

Running her hands slowly up Charlie’s biceps, over her shoulders, and wrapping her arms around her lover’s neck, she stared up at her and hoped this wasn’t some sex starved fervor induced dream.Charlie leaned forward again, but instead of capturing Vaggie’s lips, she slowly started to kiss along the woman’s jaw. Once she got to the end of her jawline, her lips trailed down the column of Vaggie’s neck, nibbling on her pulse point at the base of her neck. 

Closing her eyes, Vaggie moaned quietly into Charlie’s ear, holding her as close as possible. “I’ve missed this.” She said breathlessly.

So had Charlie.

She smelled like a cool breeze, slightly floral, and fresh citrus. It made Charlie’s mouth water. While she busied herself leaving small love marks on that beautiful neck, Vaggie’s hands traveled down her bare back, over her waist, and to the front of her pants where she expertly flipped open the belt buckle. Vaggie heard a sharp intake of breath from Charlie before feeling a sharp nip on her bare shoulder. Reaching up she grabbed the front of those fitted suit pants and flipped the button from the hole and pulled the zipper down painfully slow.

Charlie was vibrating. The muscles in Charlie’s arms, shoulders, back, and side that Vaggie could see were tense and shook with each breath she took. It really wasn’t on Vaggie that suffered all these months. Not wanting to see her partner suffer anymore, she moved her hand to slide into the opening of the pants, under the waistband of her underwear to find her dripping sex.

Digging her teeth into Vaggie’s smooth, flawless shoulder, her hips jolted forwards and a grunt escaped her lips. The feeling of teeth digging into her skin made her gasp and her fingers twitched, bumping the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck Vaggie.” Charlie groaned and pushed her face into the bed next to Vaggie’s shoulder. How was a simple touch so…intoxicating.

The tips of those skilled fingers slowly ran up and down the wet slit between Charlie’s legs. The touches were light, gentle, almost playful. They were the most blissful torture. She had thought about this for months. After she opened her mouth and made that stupid comment about refraining from…from this. Why in the Hell would she ever have made that rule when Vaggie existed? 

The breath caught in her throat when one of those slicked fingers pushed into her. Charlie’s head left the bed as her back arched, a rumbling groan rumbled in her chest. “Vaggie…” The word was ground out between her clenched teeth as her hips started moving against the finger inside her. A finger that was soon joined by a second. The pads of her fingers pushed against the squishy spot just inside and to the top of her girlfriend’s soaked pussy. Giving it a few solid strokes from back to front caused Charlie to shake and quiver against those fingers. Her hips were rocking against Vaggie’s fingers, pushing down more so that the heel of her palm brushed against her swollen clit, causing a new sensation. A strangled moan came from her mouth. 

“I can’t b-b-believe that I ever…suggested…stopping…this.” Head thrown back, eyes closed as she road her lover’s hand faster. 

The pants may have been undone but they still felt constricting on her as sweat started to leak out of skin. Her pale hands fell down to her partner. One rested on a thigh that was around her waist and the other shakily grabbed the wrist that was almost disappearing into her pants.Vaggie looked up at Charlie as her ministrations were stopped. Hips had stopped moving but Vaggie’s fingers could still feel the tight, wet walls twitching around her fingers. It spurred her own arousal on more to see the Princess of Hell between her legs, disheveled and topless, panting for anything Vaggie would give her.

“As much as I love this. I mean…REALLY love this-“ Vaggie swore that if Charlie stopped her and went back to celibacy she would jump from the top of the building. “I want—need your mouth.”

Oh…OH! 

Eye wide at the request, she removed her hand from Charlie’s pants in an effort to quickly give into the request. The loss of contact felt terrible for both of them. But as Vaggie unlatched her legs from around those slender hips, she sat up on her knees and crashed her lips into Charlie’s, biting her bottom lip to gain access to her mouth. Running her tongue along the roof of Charlie’s mouth to those pointed fangs, she felt the sharpened ends graze over her own flesh and groaned into the other’s mouth. She still tasted faintly of the bitter alcohol. 

Almost without warning, Charlie was on in her back. A squeak of surprise came from her lips and before she could blink twice, she was missing her pants and underwear. If she would have had half a brain cell to use in that moment, she would have commented on how Vaggie tossed the clothing on the floor instead of the hamper. But all she could think about was the woman that now settled between her legs with her own hips and started to kiss Charlie’s lips with the same need she had shown earlier.

It was the princess’ turn to wrap her legs around to hips of her lover. Pulling her as close as possible. Like every fiber of her was on fire and Vaggie’s touch might put it out. Even if it was the exact opposite. 

Everywhere that Vaggie touched lit up in flames. Her hands ran up from Charlie’s hips, trailing over her stomach to rest on her chest. Running her dexterous fingers over the underside of Charlie’s breasts, her thumbs moved up to brush over the hardened nipples which made the receiver moan against the other’s lips.

She loved Charlie’s body. It was smooth, gently curvy, muscular in some places and soft in others. The way her lover’s body fit into her hands, around her hips, against her mouth…it’s been so hard to keep her hands off Charlie this entire time but she didn’t out of love and respect. Even though it had been killing her to her core. The way she could get the biggest response from the smallest touch. It made her feel powerful. 

Her lips left Charlie’s and slowly kissed, nipped, and sucked their way down to meet her hands. One hand massaging the handful of flesh, pinching and tweaking the nipple while her mouth worked the other. Her dark lips wrapped around the little bud and sucked it into her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue. Back arched, pushing her chest towards the hungry mouth and hands. She moaned softly and brought her hands up to twist into white hair. 

“A-as g-g-good as that…oh fuck, feels…Vaggie. I need-“ A growl escaped her lips as the smaller woman shifted up to and pushed a thigh against her wet, wanting core. 

“I thought you were more patient than this, Princess.” Vaggie looked up at Charlie, a small smile on her face as she flicked her tongue over her nipple again.

Gasping at the contact, Charlie ran both hands down Vaggie’s back to grab her ass, pulling her and that thigh closer for more contact. “It’s been months.”

“Oh…don’t I know.” If this were a different situation. If she hadn’t been so starved for this contact. If it hadn’t actually been months. Charlie would be suffering right now. But she couldn’t do that to her…to either of them. Reaching down, she managed to untangle Charlie’s legs from around her so she could make her way to settle between those perfectly pale legs. 

Laying flat on her stomach, Charlie’s legs over her shoulders and against each side of her head, she planted little kissed along those inner thighs as Charlie squirmed. It wasn’t like she could wait herself, she wanted to taste her girlfriend and savor her like a last meal. Wrapping her arms around the porcelain legs, she pulled herself forward and swiped her tongue from the bottom to the top of her wanting slit. She tasted like Heaven.

Charlie’s hands found Vaggie’s hair again and buried themselves into the locks. She was panting and gasping as she was eaten by the talented woman between her legs. 

“O-oh shit…fuck. Vaggie d-don’t stop!” Her voice trembled as her hips rolled, riding her girlfriend’s face like her afterlife depended on it. 

If she had any thoughts about stopping, they quickly left her head. The way Charlie’s voice hitched with each touch of her tongue and her breath became ragged as she pushed her hips up and down against her mouth. It was incredibly hot. Listening to the pleasure she gave the woman she loved was almost enough to make up for the months of waiting.

Almost.

She continued to lick and suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves that continued to drive Charlie crazy. Alternating between using the tip of her tongue to the entire flat surface, she could tell that the blonde was building towards an orgasm quickly. Probably from the lack of stimulation. She continued her movements, periodically dragging her tongue the length of her pussy before going back to playing attention to her clit. 

It wasn’t much longer before Charlie’s ragged breathing and cries for Vaggie to not stop became unintelligible and the cries of an orgasm wrecked her body. 

Her hips twitched up as she road Vaggie’s face to completion. Her fingers clenched in the silver hair, twitching with each clench from her walls. “Oh…Vaggie that was—“ Vaggie shoved two fingers inside Charlie’s dripping entrance without warning and curled the fingers up to quickly stroke the sensitive g-spot.

Charlie’s singing voice could hit a note but the one she hit was much higher than any Vaggie had ever heard. The blonde head was tossed back against the bed and her back arched, hips jerking as Vaggie finger fucked her girlfriend fast and hard. The sound of went digits entering and almost completely exiting before pushing back in again filled the room. The harsh, ragged breaths came quicker and quicker as Vaggie leaned up to look at Charlie, in the throes of her first orgasm and heading head first to another one.

Her cheeks were flushed more than normal, mouth open and eyes closed as she panted. The pale flesh of Charlie’s body showed the evidence of their evening so far. Small bite marks and hickies down her neck, collar bones, blush over her chest. A light sheen of sweat over her flawless skin that had been marked up. Charlie was also so put together, it was so fucking amazing to see her this undone.

As her fingers continued to push in and out of those tight walls, her hand slowly trailed down her own stomach, under her night gown and into her underwear to sink into her own soaked pussy. 

“Are you going to cum for me, Princess?” Vaggie asked as she had her fingers busy between the two of them.

“Y-yes…YES. Vaggie oh…don’t stop. Don’tstopplease!” At that moment she opened her eyes and they fell in Vaggie. One hand in her pussy, ravaging her, the other in her own. That was enough to send her over the end again.

Clenching around Vaggie’s fingers, rocking her hips back and forth, she cried out and grabbed at the bedspread. Watching Charlie get off around her fingers made her speed up her own efforts, grinding her own hips into her hand. Her breathing was picking up but caught in her throat as she felt a shift in the mattress and felt a hand in her wrist again. Stopping her from fucking herself. Her hips kept rocking, trying to continue the pleasure she had been feeling. 

“Vaggie.”

A husky voice was closer than she thought it should be. Charlie was on her knees now, in front of Vaggie. She pulled Vaggie’s wrist so that the fingers exited the wanting hole, leaving her feeling unfulfilled. A low groan signaling her disapproval. That was quickly replaced with a gasp.

The fingers that had just been inside of Vaggie were now in Charlie’s mouth, sucking the wetness from around and between those wonderful digits. She could only stare back at her girlfriend with pure animalistic lust.

“Let me…help you with that.”

She wasn’t sure how she did it, but Charlie took out Vaggie’s legs and flipped her onto her back, looming over her with a longing look in her eyes. From where she was positioned, Charlie leaned over and reached for the bedside table drawer and opened it, about to reach inside.

Before her fingers could come in contact with any of the toys, she felt a hand touch her cheek, making her look down to her girlfriend. “No toys…I just want to feel you. Please.” She begged. The drawer was left open, forgotten as Charlie pushed her lips against Vaggie’s. She could taste herself on her lover and groaned loudly into the kiss. 

They fought for dominance again as one of Charlie’s hands grabbed the front of Vaggie’s nightgown and pulled her off the bed by it. She wanted the offending material off. Only breaking apart long enough to pull the garment over her head, it joined the floor with the rest of the clothing.

Charlie was driven to please her girlfriend and make up for those lost moments. She ran her hands over the delicate grey skin, her nails lightly tickling her as they trailed over the sensitive sides of her neck, moving down to cup her breasts. Moaning into Charlie’s mouth, she fisted a hand into the blonde hair to pull the princess closer, biting her lower lip to stave off the heat that was growing again.

Pulling back to look at the flushed face of the angel, Charlie let her eyes drift, licking her black lips slowly. “You are absolute breathtaking…” She mumbled, looking down to the red lacy panties she was still wearing. “The only flaw…is that you’re not naked.” As much as she liked the panties and would love to see Vaggie bent over in them at a later date, they needed to go.

Reaching down between them she ran her fingers under the fabric and let her claws push against the thing material until they ripped and she could toss the piece of material aside. The blush in Vaggie’s cheeks darkened and her pupil dilated as she watched this. 

“Much better.”

Claws sunk back into her normal, short fingernails before the same hand found the little oasis between her legs and started to rub up and down slowly. Vaggie’s legs spread more at this feeling and a loud, breathy moan escaped her lips. “Charlie…oh.” She muttered with her head tossed back.

The simple little touches that Charlie gave her were driving her wild. She wasn’t holding back or trying to drag anything out. She knew that Vaggie liked to slowly build up so she didn’t get overwhelmed by all the stimulation. This had been communicated pretty early on in their relationship and Charlie always made sure to watch those subtle little cues that meant that her partner was ready for more.

Returning her lips to Vaggie’s, she placed a light kiss on her lips before trailing those hot, black lips along her jawline. She loved the sharp jaw that her girlfriend had. How it ended at a delicate neck that was so easy to mark up with little bites and hickies. Marks that would remind her of their time together the next day when she would see them peeking out over the collar of Vaggie’s blouse.

The light touches against Vaggie continued as Charlie leaned forward to kiss along both of her collar bones, admiring the beautiful, soft skin that smelled of her previous shower and a little bit of sweat. She could taste the salt on the tip of her tongue as it snuck out to lick down the center of her chest between her breasts.  

A soft sigh escaped the angel’s lips but a quick breath was sucked in when Charlie’s tongue found one of her nipples and snaked around it. The hitch in her breathing excited Charlie and caused her to speed up rubbing her fingers over Vaggie’s wet pussy. Her finger brushed her clit a few times, a little harder than she meant to in her excitement.

“Easyeasy hon…I-I’m pretty sensitive.” She whimpered, fingers rubbed Charlie’s scalp so she wouldn’t pull away from her chest as the other hand reached out to lightly rub down from the pale shoulder to the crook of her elbow. Slowing her ministrations on Vaggie, she mumbled a soft apology against her flesh before lightly nipping at the skin of her breast. 

Charlie peppered kisses all over Vaggie’s torso, leaving little love bites here and there as she continued to rub between the slick folds of her girlfriend. After a few more minutes she pressed the pad of a finger against her entrance and paused for a moment. The sharp intake a breath followed by a throaty moan was enough permission to slowly sink her middle finger into the tight opening. Vaggie’s hips rose to meet the new addition into her body. “Charlie…” She said breathlessly, finally feeling what she had been imaging her own hands doing for months. 

“I’m right here babe.” She whispered back to Vaggie, stroking inside her as she crashed her lips back into the smaller woman’s.

With Vaggie liking everything to build up, it usually took much longer for her to reach completion but the way her hips were rocking, her breath was coming out in ragged pants, the flush over her body…she seemed like she was progressing quicker than usual. Pulling her lips away from Charlie’s, she looked her girlfriend in the eyes and pleaded with her. “I need you to eat me.” Saying that to any other demon could be…dangerous to say the least. But the knowing smirk that Charlie gave her, followed by the shift on the bed made Vaggie’s heartbeat speed up. 

Grey legs were tossed over pale shoulders, they locked around those shoulders and pulled Charlie in closer as that hot little tongue fell out of her mouth and lapped over the painfully swollen clit. She knew with the overly sensitive bundle couldn’t take much, so she used the flat of her tongue to press against her firmly, trying to keep the pressure consistent so she didn’t cause overstimulation. Reaching down to grab the blonde hair, she wrapped a chunk around her hand and pulled Charlie’s face closer. “Fucking Hell, Charlie…” She gasped and rocked her hips again while another finger was added to her pussy. “Harder.”

Pushing and pulling those digits in and out, licking, lapping, sucking and fucking her girlfriend, she wasn’t going to stop until Vaggie turned to jelly. The amount that she is leaking told Charlie that she was definitely going to fall over that edge soon.

“Fuck me harder.  F-fuck me so I can’t walk straight tomorrow.” Vaggie’s voice got louder with each thrust into her, shivering as those skilled fingers rubbed against the sensitive area inside her body. “I want…I want to remember this every step I take tomorrow.”

The roughness that Vaggie was asking for wasn’t unheard of, but it was rare. Charlie sucked hard on her clit and started to increase the power in which she thrust her fingers into Vaggie, keeping the speed consistent. She pushed harder and harder into that warm, wet pussy and continued to as Vaggie’s cries got louder and louder. She felt the thighs around her shoulders tighten with each thrust. “Faster! Fasterfasterfasterfaster fuck I’m so close.” She cried out, back arched and heart racing so hard she felt like it was going to burst out of her ribs. 

Charlie sped up, pushing in hard and fast, swirling her tongue around Vaggies clit slowly. She didn’t last longer than twenty seconds before she saw stars and screamed out Charlie’s name while riding her face and hand. When she felt the walls around her fingers stop shaking, she withdrew from the heat of her girlfriend and sucked the fluid off her fingers. It was easy to untangle herself from Vaggie’s legs as she lay spent on the bed. 

It was then she noticed tears streaming down her angelic lover’s face. “Babe?”

Instantly she was concerned if she had hurt Vaggie, crawling up to lay beside her, pulling the smaller woman against her thin frame. 

“I-I’m o-okay.” She stuttered, wiping the tears away then letting out a little chuckle. 

Charlie wasn’t buying it. “You’re crying…”

“Sometimes that happens when it’s…really intense. I promise, I’m fine.” She told her, resting a hand on her pale chest, rubbing the space just below her collar bone. “I needed that…you…so badly.”

Not seeing more active tears falling, she assumed that maybe Vaggie must be telling her the truth and started to settle down. Vaggie moved a little to pull the covers up around them from their crumpled heap in their romp. The warm, slightly damp material resting over their naked bodies.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? About…setting examples and all that?” Vaggie asked, looking up at Charlie from where her head rested on her chest. 

“Of course we can.” A yawn pulled at her face before she settled down again.

...

The next morning, they woke up and showered, having the promised discussion by taking an hour and a half long shower and almost making it so neither could walk out of the bathroom. They made their way downstairs much later than usual, around eleven in the morning.

Usually Charlie was downstairs first since she got up before Vaggie over the last few months and then Vaggie would end up downstairs an hour or so after. Today they walked down together holding hands. 

“Thank fuckin’ Satan y’all are done. I almost didn’t have any hot water to take a shower with this morning.” Angel complained, throwing back a swig of some amber colored liquid. 

“Sorry, it was hard to wake up this morning.” Charlie said, trying not to blush.

“And she won’t stop singing show tunes in the shower.” Vaggie countered. Show tunes weren’t being sung at all.

“Uh huh. Look Toots, we heard y’all last night. It’s super great you two worked things out but some of us need our beauty sleep.” Angel smirked as he turned in the bar chair and stared at the who.

“And judging by the lack of a ring and the addition to those…" He gestured to their necks. "… you two didn’t do the marrying part of the ultimatum last night.”

Vaggie HAD told Charlie that she needed to either marry her or fuck her…but she didn’t think that she had said it that loud. 

“Well-uh…marriage takes a lot of time and planning.” Charlie said. “But someday.” She turned over to Vaggie and offered a soft smile, one that made Vaggie blush lightly.

“That’s cute and all…but if I have to hear that every night, it’s going to drive me to drink……more.” Husk said as he took a shot out of the bottle in his hand. 

They both thought things couldn’t be any more embarrassing. Then Niffty ran down the stairs cackling.

“What did you two do last night? Your room was a mess…clothes everywhere.” Her tiny voice and menacing look made both of them freeze. “Don’t worry, I cleaned it.”

They didn’t know if they should be grateful or horrified. 

“You left your drawer open so I cleaned your toys too. They looked clean but still…I cleaned them.” Her pupil dilated. Her grin wide.

Horrified. They were horrified.

“You two have a TOY DRAWER?!” Angel burst out laughing. “WOW! You really surprise me. I thought you’d be pretty vanilla…for lesbians that is.”

“I’m actually bisexual.” Charlie squeaked out with a blush spreading over her cheeks more with each passing moment. 

“Do you guys want me to get these fixed?” Niffty asked, holding up the torn pair of red, lacy panties. They were still soaked. Vaggie grabbed them and, red in the face, stuffed them in her pocket.

“OH Hoho Toots! I didn’t know you had it in you! Ripping the Princess out of her knickers!” Angel was having a field day. Slapping his leg with one of his many hands.

“Those are actually Vaggie’s…” Charlie muttered quietly, bringing a hand up to the back of her neck where the bite marks were just peaking over her high collared white shirt.

The grin on Angel’s face and the amused smirk on Husk’s told them that it was going to be a long…long day.