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[1000_cranes]

Charlie wasn't in a good mood. She wasn't in a good mood at all. After her own fiance got all mean and wouldn't screw her, she'd poured herself into a really hot dress. She'd even managed to scare up a cigarette. She was sitting on the steps of her house in the Hamlet, smoking and staring at the sky, sighing dramatically from time to time.

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[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd was on his way to the cowboys' treehouse when he stopped dead in his tracks, forced to do a double take.

You didn't have to be a Spot the Difference champion to see that something wasn't quite right with this picture.

Of course, in some ways, it was very right. About as right as it got. Just... not on Charlie.

"Uh..." he began, absently scratching the back of his head as he tried to figure out what to say and where to look. "Mornin'," he concluded lamely.

[1000_cranes]

Just like that, Charlie's pout blossomed into a grin. She leaned forward over her knees, showing off her tits to their best advantage. She adjusted the split of her skirt.

She was pissed off with Ianto, after all.

[kingshit_lloyd]

"So..." Lloyd said, if only to fill the silence that threatened to become damn near electric, like in the movies. And with Charlie dressed like that, it wasn't much of a stretch. Lloyd was expecting to wake up any moment now. "You're all dressed up," he informed her; he was trying for casual, but his voice ended up sounding kind of squeezed, closer to nervous.

He, for one, was not trying to piss any Welshmen off.

[1000_cranes]

Charlie licked at her lip before she took a drag on her cigarette, pursing her lips to blow smoke up towards the sky.

"What is it with you guys, huh? A girl can't look pretty once in a while?"

Hell, she spent most of her life covered in paint. It was all so drab.

[kingshit_lloyd]

Something was off. Really off. Lloyd didn't need any kind of Spidey Sense to know that.

The smoking and the dress and the way she talked... it was like she'd gotten body-snatched or something.

"You look pretty all the time, Charlie," he said cautiously, a frown building on his face. "I ain't complainin' or nothing, it's just..." he bit down on his lip, looking for the right word, "different, I guess."

[1000_cranes]

"I don't know what's gotten into you guys, I really don't," said Charlie, with an elaborate sigh.

"Everyone'd think that all the guys around here have forgotten how to just give a girl a nice hard fuck."

[kingshit_lloyd]

"Hey, I ain't forgotten that!" Lloyd protested, not appreciating that accusation one bit. "I also ain't forgotten you're gettin' married in like a week, Charlie, and obviously you have."

He stared at her, dumbfounded. What the fuck was going on?

"What's gotten into me? What's gotten into you?"

Some kind of slutty alien. Had to be.

[1000_cranes]

"Well, Ianto ain't anymore keen on me than you are, so I Don't know why I'm botherin'."

Charlie stood up, adjusting her dress over her chest.

"All I want is a little bit of fun."

[kingshit_lloyd]

It wasn't exactly that Lloyd wasn't keen on her, it was more that he was keen on keeping his balls. Who knew what kind of elaborate revenge rituals the Welsh had?

Besides, this wasn't Charlie. Not by a long shot. He could see why Ianto would take a pass.

"Yeah, well," he muttered, sticking his thumbs in his belt, "maybe I'm not in the mood for fun."

[1000_cranes]

"Liar." Charlie walked towards him, hips swaying deliberately until she was close enough to curl one arm around his neck, leaning in until her tits brushed against his chest.

"Guys are always in the mood to have fun."

[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd froze. His mouth went dry. Hell, he could swear he actually made an audible gulp sound, like in cartoons.

It felt like just the right reaction, considering that Charlie had apparently gotten herself possessed by Jessica Rabbit. In heat.

This was bad news. Real fucking bad news.

He stayed very still, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He wasn't in the mood, but it didn't mean parts of him weren't. Fuuuck.

"N--uh," he tried, and it was about as far as that line of thought went.

[1000_cranes]

Charlie took a deep, deliberate breath so that she brushed against him again. Her hips canted forward, just a little.

"Come on, Lloyd. Who's gonna know, huh?"

[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd, for his part, stopped breathing altogether. It seemed like a better alternative to groaning, which was what he really wanted to do.

Resisting temptation had never been his strongest suit.

Who was gonna know? Well, he was, for one, unless he managed to catch amnesia or something. And so was Charlie. The real Charlie. The one (hopefully) trapped underneath this sex maniac.

Oh Jesus. He was going to have a serious talk with his dick after this.

"I gotta--" Lloyd mumbled, slipping out of her grasp and taking a shaky step backwards, almost stumbling. "I gotta go."

[1000_cranes]

"Fine!" snapped Charlie, her mouth twisting into a shape that was definitely ugly, for a moment. "If you're so pathetic that you can't even get it up when it's offered to you on a goddamn plate, you can just fuck off, Lloyd Henrich."

[kingshit_lloyd]

Well, that fucking did it. Henrich.

Fucking off sounded like a grand idea, just about.

"Oh, I can get it up, sweetheart," Lloyd said, with the same tone he might have used on that little bitch Julie Lawry, back in the day. "Just not for you." He snorted and began to walk away, resisting the urge to flip her off for good measure. "Whoever the fuck you are."