RP: Happy birthday, babe.

[miah_campbell]

Date: November 13, 2011
Characters: Miah Campbell, Charisma Gibbons
Location: Miah’s place
Status: Private
Summary: Miah cleared his schedule for the day.
Completion: Complete

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[charisma79]

Somehow during the last day and a half, Charisma had left emotional behind and all that was left in it's place was anger and betrayal at Maureen's actions, though today she was going to try her best to not think about Maureen or that whole shitty situation at all. Being with Miah made it easier to focus on other things. He was so incredibly sweet, and she was beyond touched that he'd wrestled with the coffee maker so that she wouldn't have to do it herself on her birthday. She knew her coffee addiction amused him, but she was glad that he humored her rather than giving her a hard time about it.

She was relieved that he hadn't really planned anything for her birthday besides taking the day off to spend with her. After everything that had happened, she really didn't want to do anything in particular, perfectly content to just spend the day with him. She leaned against him on the couch, her legs tucked up under her as she flipped through the channels. "It's official, Sunday is just not a good day for TV." She leaned forward to set the remote back on the coffee table before settling against him again.

[miah_campbell]

Miah ran his up and down Charisma’s arm absently, smirking at her exclamation. “I could have told you that before you started channel surfing. Didn’t even give ‘The Real Housewives’ of whatever much of a chance though before you changed it.” He teased, and thank god for that, he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to sit through that even if Charisma had wanted to. “And the DVD collection ain’t much better as far as options go. Unless you like horror films or musicals.” Because Gigi’s tastes were strange and he didn’t have much of a habit of purchasing DVDs.

“Or hey, we could find a Lifetime movie to mock the hell out of.” He offered up with a laugh, “Not that we even have to watch anything.” They could just talk or something. He would have to remember to keep from saying anything about her family inadvertently. He knew she was still upset and had every right to be, but he wasn’t pushing the issue with her. Why would he? “Or, I guess I could go get your gift. Before I forget about it.”

[charisma79]

Charisma snorted out a short laugh. "That would be because I can't tolerate narcissistic drama-mongers," she pointed out, and she had a feeling Miah could appreciate that. It even boggled her mind that there were women out there like that and that society was encouraging the ridiculous behavior with shows like that. "Hmm, I don't mind them once in a while, but they certainly wouldn't be my first choice." And definitely not what she would prefer to watch on her birthday.

She wrinkled her nose at his suggestion. "Or not." She didn't have anything against mocking Lifetime movies, she just wasn't in the mood for that right now. "True," she agreed, leaning forward for the remote again and switching it to a music channel mostly for background noise. "Oooh, gift! I fully support that idea," she said, her eyes lighting up just a little as she wondered what he might have got her. She couldn't imagine what he would have picked out for her, and she was excited to see what he did choose.

[miah_campbell]

“So Keeping up with the Kardashians is off the table too?” Miah teased. He had watched both before, with Gigi while she was in the hospital. She liked to create commentary on the people that put themselves through reality television series; he couldn’t say he had enjoyed the experience though. “Gotcha. No horror films or musicals.”

He fought the urge to laugh in amusement at her response to the mention of a gift. It was adorable. “But I’m so comfortable, and the box is all the way upstairs” He teased leaning further back into the cushions, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning at her. He was a little anxious actually to see if Charisma would like what he had purchased, he had put more thought into it than he expected to. “Maybe I’ll just wait until later.” This time he couldn't help but grin.

[charisma79]

Charisma wrinkled her nose. "Definitely off the table." Not that she'd ever watched the show, but she really didn't think she needed to watch it to know that she wouldn't like it - the previews were enough to make that clear. She grinned and shook her head slightly. "Not today at least." She could see nothing wrong with curling up with him once in a while to watch a horror film, and really, musicals weren't all that bad, depending on the movie.

Charisma narrowed her eyes at him, fighting back a grin at his teasing. "You would deprive me of a gift on my birthday just to stay comfortable?" she asked, pouting just a little. And then she smirked as a thought crossed her mind, and it was just too fun not to play a little. "Hmm, you could just wait till later, but..." She paused and looked up at him through her lashes. "The longer you wait, the less... creative my thank you will be." It might have been playing dirty, but she was excited to see what he'd picked out for her.

[miah_campbell]

"Maybe," Miah drawled, watching her expressions change. Oh, he did not like the look of that smirk; that was low. But probably fair, he had started it with his teasing. "I fought with that coffee maker earlier," He pointed out using his best puppy eyes on her, "Think that earns me enough points to cancel out not wanting to move right now." He shifted to pull her closer and kissed her temple. "But, if you think you really can't wait I guess I could haul myself upstairs." He conceded. Yeah, he held out so long on that one, but the more he got to thinking about it the less he liked the idea of losing out on seeing how creative she could get.

He shifted off the couch, giving her an exaggerated long suffering look before he padded up the stairs to retrieve her gift. He'd had it for a couple of weeks now, having wrangled Neve into being his sounding board on what to purchase. Not that he didn't trust his own choices, but this was something he had wanted a second opinion on. Opening the drawer he had left it in, he pulled the box out. It wasn't wrapped and he hoped that Charisma wouldn't mind that much as he made his way back downstairs. He settled back onto the couch with her and held the small gift box out. “Happy birthday, babe.”

[charisma79]

Charisma laughed and shook her head. Oh no, he wasn't getting out of it that easy! "Yes, you did, but nope, it doesn't earn you enough points for that," she teased him, leaning against him as he pulled her closer. She grinned triumphantly when he conceded, the look not dimming one bit at the look he gave her before he went upstairs. She leaned back against the cushions and realized it would probably be a good idea to come up with a creative thank you as she waited, her mind going the few pieces of lingerie she'd put in her bag when she'd gone back for a few of her things.

She smiled at him when he came back with a small gift box, noticing right away that it was from Tiffany & Co., which meant there was likely something pretty and sparkly in there, two things she was definitely not against. "Thank you," she said as she took the box and lifted the lid. When she saw the necklace inside, her eyes went just a little wide and she gasped softly. "Oh!" It was beautiful, and while she'd never been a full strand of pearls kind of girl, the single dropped pearl was just lovely. She lifted the necklace carefully out of the box and handing it to him. "Put it on me?"

[miah_campbell]

Miah smiled, pleased with her reaction. He had been pretty sure that Charisma would like the necklace, but not one hundred percent, even after Neve’s assurances. This was the first gift he had purchased for her and the thought that she wouldn’t like it had crossed his mind a couple times and made the whole thing that much more nerve wracking.

He took the necklace from her, looking it over for a minute to figure out how it worked before he motioned for her to turn around and placed the necklace around her neck once she had. “Glad you like it.” He murmured and kissed the nape of her neck, “So, what do I get for my thank you?” He couldn’t help but ask, and he was hoping she wasn’t feeling devious and would withhold her answer.

[charisma79]

"I really do," Charisma assured him. She smiled as she shifted on the couch to look at him. "Hmm, well for starters..." As she trailed off, she swung one leg over his lap, straddling him. Her hands slid slowly up his arms and as they reached his neck, pushing up into his hair, she ducked her head to kiss him slowly. After a minute, she started a slow trail of kisses from his mouth to his ear. "And now, I think we should probably head upstairs for the next part, but give me a minute's head start," she murmured, and she nipped at the soft skin just below his ear before sliding off his lap. When she reached the stairs, though, she shot him a look over her shoulder, winking cheekily at him as her hands slid down her sides to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly as she headed upstairs.

Once in his room, she went right to her bag, fishing in it for the chemise she had packed in the hopes that Miah would enjoy seeing it on her and like taking it off her even more. She wiggled out of her clothes quickly and slipped into the chemise, and then she went back to the bag for a pair of black lace panties that would suit the chemise. Once done, she slid her hands over her sides as she looked around the room. She hadn't really thought this through, as there wasn't a place to comfortably do what she wanted. And then she eyed the end of his bed speculatively. It could work. She perched on the end of the bed and crossed her legs, leaning back on her hands, her foot bouncing to an imaginary tune.

[miah_campbell]

Miah let his eyes drop closed when she straddled his lap and pushed her hands into his hair, making a contented noise into the kiss. “Good start,” He muttered as she started to trail kisses away from his mouth. He shivered when she nipped at his skin, and made a small whining noise in the back of his throat when she slid away from him. Why the hell did they have to go upstairs, he wondered, and that just made him start thinking what kind of a thank he was getting. He groaned at the wink and the way she was removing her shirt so slowly. “Tease.” He called half-heartedly after her, doing his best to do as she asked and give her a head start. It was damn difficult though, he just wanted to follow her up and remove that shirt himself.

He had started to count backwards from 300 hundred for something to do, but kept getting thrown off when his brain focused back on trying to figure out what the hell Charisma was doing upstairs. He wasn’t even real sure how much time had gone by…how much of a head start did she really need though? He thought as he pushed off the couch, holding back from sprinting up the stairs, but just barely. He stopped short when he reached the doorway to his room, leaning on the frame and whistling low as he let his gaze roam over her slowly, hungrily. Charisma looked so sexy perched on the bed in that black lingerie number and that alone was driving him to distraction. “Babe,” He drawled and took a step into the room letting his gaze roam hungrily over her again before he stopped, “That my thank you?” He made a motion at the lingerie, not sure if she had more up her sleeve or not. All he wanted to do was touch though, but he was waiting on some kind of permission to.

[charisma79]

Charisma pressed down against him as she kissed him, smirking at his muttering. "I thought so," she agreed, humor obvious in the words. She giggled at the whining noise, taking just a little pleasure in torturing him by making him wait a little bit. "Not if I follow through," she called back down to him as she headed up the stairs.

Charisma smirked at that whistle and slowly uncrossed her legs. She pushed up off the bed and started sauntering toward him. "This?" she asked running her hands up and down her sides, fingering the ruched mesh. "No, this was just a means of seeing that look on your face," she admitted. She reached out and tugged his shirt up and off, then took his hand, leading him back to the bed and nudging him to lay down. When he had, she climbed onto the bed on her knees, moving over to him.

Trailing her fingers down over his chest, she looked up at him through her lashes. "Now, a proper thank you should really include a little bit of this," she murmured as her fingertips brushed over his nipple and her head ducked, her tongue flicking out to tease his other nipple briefly. "And some of this," she murmured, punctuating her words with a trail of kisses down his chest. Her fingers played with the band of his pants as she shifted, moving down his body to kneel between his legs.

[miah_campbell]

Miah’s eyes followed Charisma’s movements like a hawk and he couldn’t stop the low, husky groan that escaped his lips as she crossed the room to him and removed his shirt. “Like seeing that look, huh?” He asked, more out of teasing than anything. And hell, he’d purchase jewelry for her more often if this was the kind of thank he would get, he thought as she climbed onto the bed with him.

His fingers itched to touch to draw her down against him and find out how that mesh felt under his hands, to roll her and press her into the mattress. But the thought left his brain when she started down his chest with her fingers and her mouth, “Agreed,” he said, his voice lower than usual and his drawl getting just a little more pronounced. God, her mouth could drive a man to distraction, and she knew exactly how to get him wound up, he thought when she settled between his legs, fingers playing with his waistband. “What else should it involve?” He asked, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look at her, eyes dark.

[charisma79]

Charisma laughed, and then looked up at him with dark, hooded eyes. "Oh yes," she answered, though the question had obviously not been serious. It was her birthday, and she rather thought that entitled her to get what she wanted, and right now, she wanted him to look at her just like that, to want her. Not that she didn't always enjoy seeing him look at her like that, but it was especially nice today.

Her stomach did a little flip of pleasure as Miah's voice went lower, his drawl coming out just a little more. She'd never thought herself the type to really enjoy a southern drawl, but knowing that it was coming out because of what she was doing made it incredibly sexy to her. She chuckled low at his question, and she slowly slid his pants down over his hips, shifting out of the way so they could come off completely. "Definitely some of this," she murmured as she wrapped a hand around him and stroked slowly. She settled back between his legs. "And for a very special thank you, there should be some of this," she murmured, and as she lowered her head, she kept her eyes on him.

Her lips wrapped around the head of his penis, her tongue swiping over the tip of it. She'd never done this for him before as it wasn't something she was a big fan of doing in general. For a special occasion, though, she could enjoy giving in this way. She took more of him in her mouth, humming around him as she teased the underside with her tongue.

[miah_campbell]

“Definitely.” Miah breathed, the word hitching somewhere in the middle, hips twitching upwards at her touch as she stroked him. It took his brain a minute to catch up to where this was going, but once the realization hit he couldn’t help the way the corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile. It was such a turn on to him that she was offering that and his gaze followed her actions like they were glued to her. “Oh yeah, definitely some of that.” He managed to agree, fingers still itching to touch and eventually he would need to give in, but he was more than a little distracted from that urge presently.

He moaned low at the feel of her mouth as it wrapped around him and he had to be conscious and show some self restraint in not bucking his hips, though he couldn’t control the urge completely and they twitched upwards shallowly. He had gotten the impression that Charisma didn’t enjoy giving blow jobs since she had never offered before, and as disappointing as that was initially he had never bothered to confirm his suspicions since he enjoyed so many other things that they did. But, if he had to be honest, it had always been a foolproof turn on for him. “Fuck, Charisma,” He groaned as she took him further into her mouth, his fingers fisting into the fabric of the bedspread. He couldn’t restrain his hips this time from bucking up into the wet heat of her mouth, though he was trying to keep it as under control as possible. “Babe,” He groaned when she started to hum and use her tongue, "Fuck, yeah, just like that." Not that she really seemed to need any direction, but his brain was short circuiting in record time so it wasn't one hundred percent in control of his speech any longer; he was actually impressed that it hadn't come out as a string of incoherent words.

[charisma79]

Charisma felt a little thrill at his response, loving that she could get Miah so worked up that he couldn't even speak steadily. Because she was watching him, addicted to his reactions, she saw the moment he realized what she was doing, and she wanted to do a silly little happy dance that she'd managed to decide on just the thing that would really surprise him for this thank you. It made doing this for him even more fun even though it wasn't something she enjoyed doing regularly.

Her hand worked his shaft as her mouth teased the tip, not at all bothered by the way his hips moved upward slightly. Her other hand rubbed over his thigh for minute before sliding between his legs to fondle his balls lightly. She giggled around him at his encouraging direction, always glad to have confirmation that he enjoyed what she was doing. She filed his responses away, sure that she wouldn't forget what he enjoyed the next time she did this. Her jaw started to ache just a little before long, though, and as much as she was enjoying his responses, it was still her birthday, and a thank you could only last so long.

Her mouth slid off him with a little pop, and she grinned as she stroked him a few more times before shifting to slide up his body, leaving a trail of kisses over his skin on the way. "So, thank you, Miah. I really do love it," she told him as her finger came up to stroke over the necklace. She kissed him slowly for a moment before pushing up from him, standing up with one leg on either side of him. "And now..." She swayed her hips slightly as her hands lifted to stroke up and down her sides lightly before finding the hem of the chemise. She pushed it up enough to find the lacy band of her panties. Hooking her thumbs in them, she slowly slid them down her legs, giggling as she almost lost her balance as she tried to step out of them without falling on him. "These are cute, but they're just in the way," she said cheekily as she held them up before dropping them carelessly next to them.

[miah_campbell]

His head dropped back and he moaned, the sound building somewhere deep in his chest as she used her hands and mouth on him. There was a spike of arousal that coursed through him when she giggled, as the sound vibrated through his body. God, she really was doing her best to try and hit as many of his buttons as she could. “Charisma,” He moaned, having given up control over anything his body did, it was too much work to keep himself in check.

He shuddered and whined at the loss of her mouth on him and watched her with heavy lidded eyes, pushing into her touch. “Welcome,” He managed to drawl out, running a thumb over her cheek as she kissed him. If he hadn’t already been falling in love with her, he thought her thank you probably would have pushed him over the edge into it; in this case it just made him appreciate her more. Admire her. She was sexy, and exhilarating, and yeah, sometimes she could be more devious than he was used to. But he realized that he kind of loved that too. She wasn’t anything he expected, but he couldn’t imagine not having her in his life, not anymore. He watched the way her hips swayed, thinking he probably looked like a pendulum swinging the way his head tracked her movements, and he laughed a little when she almost lost her balance; mostly because her giggling was infectious. “Fuck,” He whistled low again and stroked a hand up one of her calves. To hell with waiting for permission, he wanted to touch. “What’d you have in mind now?” He smiled, thinking it probably looked a little dopey since he wasn’t entirely coherent anymore.