LOCALS!
I will be at the Panera in Porter tomorrow in the late afternoon, should anyone want to join me. I will be attempting to write and also indulging in delicious sandwiches.
Here's a little tidbit of a thing I'm working on, for those of you who aren't locals and thus don't care where I choose to lurk on a Sunday afternoon:
Charles feels the corner of his mouth tug upward and sees the expression mirrored on Erik's face as well. And then, because sometimes Charles is greedy, because sometimes Charles takes things just because he wants them and he knows he can, Charles leans up and kisses him. It's brief, as kisses go, as their kisses go, even, but it makes something loosen in his chest, especially when Erik's hand wraps around his hip and he keeps his head bowed low, eyelashes brushing Charles' face even after the kiss has ended.
It's stupid. Dangerous. Anyone could come in and see them, but Charles is feeling reckless and giddy. He tilts his head again, his lips brushing up against Erik's gently. Their mouths move slowly and it's more like breathing softly up against each other than kissing, but Charles doesn't care. In the afternoon sunlight, with the gentle breeze ruffling the kitchen curtains and Erik holding him close, like he's something precious, Charles thinks he could be this happy forever.
And now I'm going to finish reading this fic and then go to bed because I have a headache. GOOD NIGHT, INTERNET. ♥
Here's a little tidbit of a thing I'm working on, for those of you who aren't locals and thus don't care where I choose to lurk on a Sunday afternoon:
Charles feels the corner of his mouth tug upward and sees the expression mirrored on Erik's face as well. And then, because sometimes Charles is greedy, because sometimes Charles takes things just because he wants them and he knows he can, Charles leans up and kisses him. It's brief, as kisses go, as their kisses go, even, but it makes something loosen in his chest, especially when Erik's hand wraps around his hip and he keeps his head bowed low, eyelashes brushing Charles' face even after the kiss has ended.
It's stupid. Dangerous. Anyone could come in and see them, but Charles is feeling reckless and giddy. He tilts his head again, his lips brushing up against Erik's gently. Their mouths move slowly and it's more like breathing softly up against each other than kissing, but Charles doesn't care. In the afternoon sunlight, with the gentle breeze ruffling the kitchen curtains and Erik holding him close, like he's something precious, Charles thinks he could be this happy forever.
And now I'm going to finish reading this fic and then go to bed because I have a headache. GOOD NIGHT, INTERNET. ♥