[She doesn't want to give in, she realizes, but the other option is to make this whole fight significantly worse. And the way he's kissing her neck, it's a no-brainer.
Knees weak, she tilts her head so he can get better access to the creamy flesh.]
I'd love nothing more, [she says, and leans into the hug, holding him tighter.] You know exactly what to say.
[ Charles is relieved when she gives in and he thinks that maybe he can make it like old times again. There has to be some sort of chance.
He kisses up her soft neck, slowly inhaling the scent of her. Even hungover like this, he swears she smells like fresh flowers. When he gets to her ear, he nuzzles his nose against it and he feels calmer already. ]
[ Her laugh is sweet and has him kissing her neck again, before he pulls back with a nod. For a moment he wants to argue that he doesn't need help, but maybe it's just that he doesn't need help from anyone else. From Camilla? He clearly does. ]
I'm going to shower, I probably smell like weeds dunked into a distillery.
[And yet he still drinks more from his glass, before reaching over and grabbing hers as well, handing it over to her]
You do, [She tells him, without leaning up and kissing his cheek.] I'll meet you in your bedroom. [His, obviously. Hers still has fresh signs of Henry.
She takes the vodka, and gives Charles a quick squeeze before she lets go and starts to drink.] Hurry up.
[He gives her a nod, then heads off to shower, wanting to wash whatever reminders of this day away, even though it's barely afternoon. He finishes his drink in the shower, setting the glass aside and hopes that Camilla brought the bottle with her to his bedroom.
They might've had other things to do today, but he doesn't remember. It's been harder to keep track of everything lately. All the days run together when he ends up drunk for most of them. When he's done, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes to light up a cigarette, heading to his room, seeing Camilla there. ]
[Of course she's brought the bottle, and it's sitting on his bedside table when he returns into the room. She's in a light nightgown, her bathrobe draped over Charles' desk chair.]
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Date: 2017-07-02 03:32 am (UTC)Knees weak, she tilts her head so he can get better access to the creamy flesh.]
I'd love nothing more, [she says, and leans into the hug, holding him tighter.] You know exactly what to say.
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Date: 2017-07-02 04:00 am (UTC)He kisses up her soft neck, slowly inhaling the scent of her. Even hungover like this, he swears she smells like fresh flowers. When he gets to her ear, he nuzzles his nose against it and he feels calmer already. ]
It's easy when I'm around you.
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Date: 2017-07-02 04:41 pm (UTC)I want to help you, Charles, [she tells him.] If it takes the day in bed, it takes the day in bed.
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Date: 2017-07-02 06:58 pm (UTC)I'm going to shower, I probably smell like weeds dunked into a distillery.
[And yet he still drinks more from his glass, before reaching over and grabbing hers as well, handing it over to her]
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Date: 2017-07-03 12:14 am (UTC)She takes the vodka, and gives Charles a quick squeeze before she lets go and starts to drink.] Hurry up.
sorry, i was away!
Date: 2017-07-07 05:55 am (UTC)They might've had other things to do today, but he doesn't remember. It's been harder to keep track of everything lately. All the days run together when he ends up drunk for most of them. When he's done, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes to light up a cigarette, heading to his room, seeing Camilla there. ]
You know, I'm not even sure what day it is.
XD same
Date: 2017-07-10 02:33 am (UTC)It's Tuesday.