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TITLE: About Time
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: Lost
SHIP: Claire / Charlie
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 3 - A couple, maybe?
SYNOPSIS: Claire decides it’s about time to take her relationship with Charlie to the next level.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lost. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. I started writing this quite a while ago, and when I say a while I mean well over a year, but I just don’t seem to be able to finish it, so I am posting it in two parts instead of the one shot I originally intended. Hopefully I will finish the second part in less time.
FEEDBACK: Review! Review! Review! Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
She watches Charlie across the fire, playing with her son in his lap. The flickering light paints them both in warm yellows and oranges, contrasted by pools of inky shadow. Aaron giggled as Charlie tickled him with his beard. Charlie winced as the little tyke takes two small handfuls of his facial hair and pulled on it none to gently. She smiled at the interplay between man and baby.
She was happy, even after everything that had happened, and the two males on the other side of the fire are a large part of that happiness. But, lately she had been having the feeling that something was missing or out of place or unfulfilled between her and Charlie. She couldn’t quite get the right term, even in her head. She had an inkling as to what it was and a few of her dreams over the last few weeks had been less than subtle hints. She just wasn’t sure how he would take it.
He smiled at her as Aaron played with his fingers and then he waved the baby’s tiny hand at her. They’d had their ups and downs, but she realized, watching him with her son she trusted him completely and that he was much more than a friend to her and that maybe it was time she showed him that. They had slept together before in her tent either out of lazy comfort or a lack of willingness to disturb each other or Aaron, but nothing had happened but comfortable spooning and restful slumber. Yet, she remembered waking up, warm in his arms as one of the best feelings she’d had on the island and knew that there was even better things he could make her feel. He got up and carried Aaron over to her.
“Who’s that? Who’s that over there?” He asked the infant, pointing as he neared her, his voice taking that melodic, sing song tone that all adults use when speaking to infants. Aaron giggled and gurgled happily. “That’s your mum. Isn’t she pretty? Yes, she is. Yes, she is.” He answered for the baby, bouncing him in his arms. She held out her arms and he handed her, her bright-eyed, wriggling son and Charlie dropped down on the sand beside her, his back resting on the log behind them.
Aaron settled in her arms as she and Charlie shift until she fit in the crook of his arm and can rest her head on his shoulder. He tightened his arm around her and Aaron and they sit in contented silence. For, a time the only sounds are the constant hiss of the surf hitting the beach, their steady, soft breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire as they stare out to the dark ever-moving ocean and the dark canopy of the night with it’s myriad of twinkling stars.
“A man could get used to this.” He told her quietly.
“A woman too.” Was her quiet reply and Aaron gave a sleepy little yawn as if agreeing. “I think someone would like to get some sleep.” She comments with a wry smile lowering her eyes to her son’s drowsy face. Charlie extricated himself from her and rose to help her get to her feet, both of them making sure to disturb Aaron as little as possible.
He walked her to her tent and waited for her to put Aaron down in his crib before saying: “Goodnight, Claire.” Giving her a quick, affectionate hug and she can feel his lips lightly brush the top of her head. “Goodnight, Little Man.” He whispers over the crib to the already dozing Aaron and then turned and made his way to his own tent. She watched him go and as he disappeared out of sight she gave a little nod and smiled, having made her decision.
She went into her tent and striped out of the jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing and after a moments thought stripped out of her serviceable cotton underwear as well. She has to root around for a few minutes until she found the sarong she had fashioned out of a large piece of material she had salvaged from the wreckage, what felt like a lifetime ago, and wrapped it around herself.
The material was cool against her skin and felt a little strange against her naked breasts when she moved. She seldom wore the thing, it had a habit of coming undone, but that was pretty much what she needed it to do tonight. She untied her hair and shook it out letting it fall across her shoulders in golden waves. It had really grown-out, she’d never let it grow this long before The Island. She checked on Aaron finding him fast asleep and faintly smiling with sweet dreams. She placed a light kiss on his forehead and tucked his blanket a bit more securely around him. She took a deep breath, just taking a moment to calm the sense of apprehension and excitement that are growing and warring inside her. She can see his face clearly as they had sat earlier, quite and content and she left her tent with a light step.
Luckily Sun and Jin were still awake when she scratched politely at their tent flap. She asked the Korean woman if she would watch Aaron for her. Claire hesitates for a second before qualifying that it would be until the morning. Sun turned to her husband and says something in Korean and he replies, adding an ‘Okay’ at the end in English. Sun smiled and agreed. Both, their smiles were a little too knowing for Claire and she felt her cheeks heat. Sun followed her back to her tent and Claire checked on Aaron one more time. Sun gave her arm a little squeeze. “Go. Be happy,” She said quietly, simply and Claire nodded.
The moon was a big, bright disc in the clear starry sky as she makes her way through the silent, moonlit camp. The fires had burned low and most of the tents are dark, their occupants asleep. As, she rounds one of the tents she stopped, staying still in its shadow as she saw the light from Sawyer’s open tent flap highlight the form of Kate as she slipped inside. She smiled to herself, idly wondering if Jack knew. She could hear their murmuring voices as she passed and a soft groan, that had nothing to do with pain, just before she moved out of earshot.
She found herself, dawdling in front of his tent at the edge of the camp. Last minute doubts staying her hand from reaching for the flap. Suddenly she realized how silly she was being; even shaking her head slightly with a wry smile twitching at her lips. She wanted this. She’d wanted it for a while and she lifted the flap and ducked into his tent.
“Charlie?” She called his name softly into the dark silence of the tent.
“Claire?” He queries after a moment, his voice vague with sleep. She heard him fumbling around, barely able to see him in the darkness of the tent. There is a mechanical click of a lighter being opened and struck and a bright flare of orange light revealed him to her eyes in a play of shadow and light. She watched him light a gas lantern he must have salvaged from the hatch and the tent filled with its soft yellow light. “Claire.” He says more firmly, now that he can see her. He is sitting up, his chest is bare and his hair is tussled with sleep. “Is there something wrong? Is it Aaron?” He asked concerned, half-rising.
“No… No… Aaron is fine, so am I.” She reassured him, stepping further into the tent and closer to him. “This is about you and me.” She told him confidently and with a slight tug she loosened the sarong and shrugging, let it fall to the ground, leaving her standing naked at his feet.
She saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop and after a moment the light blanket covering his lower torso and legs started to tent. He drew his legs up to hide his reaction to her nudity, but, without a word, she knelt next to him and placed her hand on his knees and gently urged him to straighten his legs again. When she touched him, he actually gave a little jump as if physically shocked by her touch. His mouth was moving as if it were testing out what he wants to say, but couldn’t quite find the right combination of words. He finally settles on: “Claire?”, her name, simple and eloquently questioning.
All traces of sleep have been driven from him and his eyes show a war between confusion and growing desire and admiration. He gave in to her urging and lowered his legs. She put her finger to his lips to ensure his silence. “Later.” Was the only explanation she gave him and with her other hand dragged the blanket off his lower body.
She found that Charlie slept in the nude and that his curved, impressive erection was only inches away from her slightly trembling hand. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the soft, velvety skin of his shaft throb against her grip. She explored his length, feeling it twitch and grow even further in her hand. He is of a little more than average length, but is quite thick. Her fingers just barely meet when wrapped around the middle of his shaft and not at all at his base. His was also the first uncircumcised male member she has seen up close or touched.
She studied his member, fascinated as she pulled his foreskin back and then lets it slide back into place. She heard him take a ragged breath and his hips jerked, thrusting his shaft into her fist and she realizes she has unconsciously been jacking his cock while playing with his foreskin. She watched as a thick dollop of clear lubricant welled up out of the slit on his tip and then is pushed off by another to trickle slowly down his shaft and onto her hand.
Claire pushed her thoughts away and surrendered herself to her growing desire and to the secret part of herself that thrived on erotic sensation. She gave herself over to her senses. The feel of him, hot, throbbing and slippery against the soft skin of her hand. Her eyes drank in the reactions of his cock to her presence and touch as it twitched, swelled and hardened. She was wrong. He was actually quite above average in length as well. His musky, manly scent mixed with the aroma of arousal in the small enclosure of the tent to create a sultry, steamy miasma. The sound of his breath and how it hitched when she shifted her grip echoed in her mind. And, then finally, the taste of him as she leaned forward and lightly ran her tongue upward from the base of his cock to its head.
She tasted a hint of salt on his skin mixed with something tantalizingly familiar, neither sweet or sour, spicy, but elusive. She swirled her tongue around the thick, flared arrowhead of his tip collecting his now-steady flow of lubricant in an effort to better identify the taste. Or, that is what she told herself as she explored him with her tongue and drew a long groaned “OH!” from his lips. Her small hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, holding his foreskin down and his hard member exposed. She twisted and slid it slightly up and down and her wrist rubbed gently across his balls with the movement.
She caught a movement just at the periphery vision, seeing him reach for her. She watched his hand freeze, a few inches from her head. She can see desire in his eyes and watched as he worried his lower lip with his teeth. His hands flexed, tensing and then he lowered them, taking a deep shuddering breath. She watched all this with her hand slowly skimming his length while her lips hovered less than an inch from his dick. She took a deep breath of her own and then slowly wraps her lips around him and drew him into her mouth.
“Claire!” He expels her name with reverence on a sharply exhaled breath and his hips gave a slight upward jerk before he could get them under control as she sucked on his cock. He is quite a mouthful as she lets her tongue massage his hard, veined tube and drew as much of him as she was able to into her mouth. She nursed on his cock, as she experimentally bobbed her head slightly, taking him a little deeper each time. She rested her other hand lightly on his stomach, to feel his skin as much as to maintain her balance. She felt her hair, soft and ticklish on her hand as it fell forward. She felt his muscles tense and vibrate under her fingers and she massaged them lightly, unconsciously rubbing little circles with the tips of her fingers.
He groaned again, heavily, and was unable to remain half-sitting up and let himself drop, flat onto his back. She continued to suck his dick, feeling him stretch her lips and imagining how he would feel when he stretched her elsewhere. One of his hands does finally find her head as his hips undulated and he thrust himself slowly in and out of her hungry mouth. She adjusted, matching her rhythm to his slowly bucking pelvis. His fingers wound their way into her hair, but he applied no pressure, neither does he make any attempt to guide her, instead he gathers and shifts her hair out of her face and holds it their. She flicked her eyes upwards and she can see the eager, intent appreciation and enjoyment on his face and she realized the blonde curtain of her hair had been obscuring his view of her blowjob, which seemed to be almost as enjoyable to him as her oral ministrations themselves.
The pointed tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat and pressed a little way into her throat, before her gag reflex kicked in. She coughed and sputtered a little as she hastily backed off his cock. She had wanted to take all of him, but desire alone, it seems, was not enough. His dick glistens with the combined wetness of his natural lube and her saliva, which still connects her lips to him by a thin liquid strand. She can see concern cloud his eyes even as hers become a bit blurry as they water slightly.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asked, his voice urgent with concern as he sat up and placed his hand on her shoulder. His first touch on her naked skin, even on some place as everyday and innocent as her shoulder, which he has done countless times before, is an electric, erotic shock that made her tingle and her sex clenched and tightened in response and anticipation.
“Yes.” She said after a moment when her coughing subsided and she could find her voice. She is not quite ready for the strength or passion with which he gathered her to him and joined his lips to hers. And, it is her turn to groan as his tongue slipped into the open ‘O’ of her surprised mouth and explored its inside while massaging her own. Once, her astonishment passed she eagerly tilted her head to allow their lips to lock and slide together while her tongue played a more active role in their shared enjoyment of the kiss. They were both breathing a little heavily when they finally broke the kiss, separating slightly and smiling. His hand slid to the curve of her hip and he lightly tugged at her.
“Come here.” He urged, his voice a low and lusty growl, but she shook her head, playfully resisting. He repeats himself, tugging just a little harder and his tone a little more wheedling.
“Not yet. I still have some unfinished business with this.” She informs him as she squeezed his still rock hard member.
“I know and would sorely like you to conduct that business, but I would like to participate in the transaction.” He counters and she frowned at him in confusion. He flashed her a grin that can only be described as wickedly leering and then his hands are wrapped around her waist and he lifted and swung her as he settled back. The result was that she was now straddling his chest, facing his throbbing member that was still clutched in her flexing grip. He pulled her back a little more and she let him as she realized his intensions and the realization made her channel tense and twist against itself on a flood of slippery, hot grease while her stomach flutter in anticipation.
With, intent concentration she slowly lowered her lips back onto his cock, re-acquainting herself with him at a leisurely pace. She lapped lightly at his shaft, running her tongue up and around his throbbing erection before sliding his head into her mouth. She let out a long moan that vibrated her lips around his shaft as she felt his hot breath wash over her sex and then his wet tongue tentatively slide through her swollen folds. He quickly became more certain and delved deeper inside her, exploring not just the length of her, but also her depths. He sucked at her intimate flesh, his tongue collecting the juices she felt flowing out of her when her centre clenched and her channel rippled against itself as pleasure coursed into her. She suckled at his cock, slowly drawing him deeper into her mouth. They both made approving noises of enjoyment at the oral pleasure they were giving and receiving from each other. He fondled her buttocks and the back of her thighs with gentle caresses. She started to bob her head, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around his shaft. Having found her limitations earlier, she concentrates on orally pleasuring as much of him as she could comfortably take into her mouth. She jacked the rest of his shaft in the firm grip of her hand, sliding it up and down with a slow, twisting motion. His breath was hot on the moist petals of her flowering womanhood as her efforts drew a long groan from him and she moaned in response.
His lapping tongue ran the length of her slit trailing tingling sensations behind it, again and again. She gave a little groan, her tongue vibrating against his shaft when he slid first one and then a second thick finger inside her. He started to saw them back and forth and she had to lift her lips off his member with a sharp gasp followed by a soft cry as his sucking lips latch onto the exposed pearl of her clit and pleasure surges into her in a heavy jolt.
She wanted to lower her head back to his glistening cock, but every time she tried her back would bow lifting her head and she would moan or gasp as he sent a powerful pulse of pleasure arching into her with his mouth on her clit and his fingers exploring her sex. She eventually contented herself with stroking his length while he made her shudder with delight and cause her breathing to become heavy and shallow with her skin blazing as the sweet tension of a climax build at her core.
As, good as it felt, she knew there was even better sensations to be had as his oral ministrations increase the itch that was growing at her flexing, twisting core, that his delving fingers could not quite reach.
“Charlie… Charlie, please… Please…” She panted plaintively, needing him to stop in order for her to regain enough control of her body to take it to the next level, yet not being able to actually tell him to stop. His mouth and fingers slowed, but didn’t quite stop. She still twitched slightly, but was able to catch her breath. “I… I… I want to feel you inside me.” She part-admitted and part-demanded as she dragged her fingers through her hair and pulled it out of her face.
“Are… Are you sure?” He queried as she marshaled her trembling body and turned herself around to straddle his midriff.
“Yes.” She replied decisively putting her hand on his chest to steady herself and reaching back and between them to grasp the base of his shaft. She lifted herself on her knees and shifted back rising over his throbbing shaft. His hands gripped her slender waist to give her support and guidance. Her eyelids fluttered and closed to slits, narrowing her vision to the sight of his affectionate, but blazing eyes and a small, breathy sound slipped from her lips as she felt the tip of his cock brush through her folds with sparking friction in search of her entrance.
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