Bring Those Fancy Pants
Title: Bring Those Fancy Pants
Author: cookageful
Characters/Pairings: Charladay, mention of MIles
Rating: PG13 [maybe very very light R]
Words: 708
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned that would I be here writing fic? No.
Notes/Summary: Charlotte's got needs. Dan's got needs. The only difference is that Charlotte will act on them.
Daniel didn't know what he was doing. It wasn't hard to tell that either, at least not for Charlotte who had spent enough time with him over the past few months. This was not the calm, calculated, perfectly planned way that he was used to - he hadn't the time to plan it out, to study how it needed to be done nor how it all worked. Sure, he knew the basics but Charlotte wasn't a basic woman and the last thing he wanted to do was disapoint her.
But she had another plan all together, she wasn't a rulebook girl, she created her own path and this wasn't going to be an different. Perhaps that was how she ended up dragging Dan into a fairly small closet on the freighter, insisting that this was going to be a one time thing and that it didn't mean anything. She could blame it on the pent up frustration of having to be grounded to one spot for so long. That was a good enough excuse for her at the moment.
How that led her unbuttoning his fairly crisp white shirt with enough force she was surprised the buttons didn't just pop off she didn't exactly know. He wasn't saying no however so she was just going to go with it, there was no way he would say no to her, she had noticed the occasional glances he gave her and she was sure that he dared to watch her at night a few times in their little room on the boat that was shared with Miles - but he was always asleep before they were so it didn't matter. There was no way that she was going to do this there, however, that would just lead to a few awkward questions if someone found them. This closet would be fine.
“Charlotte - “ She wasn't going to stand for that, an actual conversation, this wasn't one of her proudest moments, instead deciding that it was just easier to block the sound by kissing him. It did the job easier than anything else ever could and in a reaction his hand found itself at the base of her neck, carefully timid and she could almost hear his brain trying to figure out what was happening.
Every touch she placed, from the removal of his tie - which now rested peacefully on the box to their left - and when she finally managed to get his shirt off was spontaneous for her but yet it all seemed planned to him. And she wouldn't argue about that, she had woken up to one too many dreams of the scruffy scientist and his almost OCD ways when it came to whatever they were doing.
“Just be quiet.” Was all she stated, that certain glint in her blue eyes.
He nodded, finally gaining some courage from somewhere inside his being or perhaps he was believing it was all a dream, either way Charlotte wasn't going to argue with it and his own hands were tugging her Oxford shirt over her head, only to stop and stare in amazement as if she was some sort of goddess or ancient painting. She didn't like that feeling, it was awkward and strange for her, she wasn't used to it.
She was already unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her hips, this certainly wasn't going to be a fairytale fuck and it wasn't going to be a beautiful moment o f realization on either of their parts. It was something that was needed and that was what mattered.
When it was over she simply pulled on her jeans and shirt, straightened her hair and left looking almost exactly the same way that she had arrived. Something that almost told Dan that she was half used to quick fucks and easy lays. He wasn't about to move however, even in the cramped space of the closet and so he sat there, head propped against a wooden box and a confused look on his face. She was just one of those things in life he was sure that even he couldn't solve no matter what equation he tried. She would need a whole new brand of science.