Brain Breaking

Who: Ransom and Charlotte
Where: Charlotte's house
When: Evening

Even if he'd spent the last two nights with Charlotte, Ransom found himself stopping by her house on the way home from work. He knew she might be busy, and was most likely doing her homework, but just going in to say hello for a few minutes shouldn't be too bad. As long as she didn't think he was being clingy. That was his biggest concern. Still, it wasn't enough to stop him, and he parked the truck out front before jogging up to her house and knocking on her door.

Charlotte hadn't been doing anything important. Her day had actually been kind of boring, and when she heard the door, she went to go get it so her mom could keep working downstairs. She smiled brightly when she opened the door to find Ransom waiting. "Hi!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him. "I thought you were working today."

"I was," she smiled, returning the hug and giving her a quick kiss. "But I've been there all day and now I'm done. Thought I'd come see you for a bit. What're you up to?" She certainly seemed happy enough to see him, which he took to be a good thing. That meant he wasn't being too clingy, at least not yet.

"Nothing important," Charlotte assured him, taking a step back. "Do you want to come in?" The day was just full of unexpected visitors, and she was quite pleased for them. This was definitely the highlight of her day.

"Sure," he smiled, unfastening his coat as he followed her inside. He could hear someone else in the house, probably downstairs, and he kept that in mind. It made him just a touch nervous, since he'd seen very little of her family, though he knew her mother was at least somewhat accepting. Which reminded him-- "I wanted to ask if you'd like to have dinner with my family sometime this week. Probably later in the week, like Thursday or Friday. Would you want to?"

Time for family dinners, huh? They'd talked about it yesterday, and even if it did make her a little nervous, she was excited. And it felt good that he wanted to introduce her to his family. "Of course." she said, smiling again.

"Great, I'll let my mom know," he grinned. It made him nervous as well, but at the same time it was a big deal and he couldn't wait. He knew his family would love her; they already did, just in what he said about her. But it was different to actually introduce her in person.

"I'll invite you over for something like that when my mom's actually around more." Charlotte promised. Her mom had suggested it a time or two, but really, she wasn't all that eager to subject Ransom to Valen. She never knew what kind of mood he was going to be in, and it'd be just her luck it'd be one of his bad days that Ransom was there. "Oh," she remembered, grinning. "I have something for you."

"No rush," Ransom smiled. "Whenever works for her." He didn't want her mom to feel obligated to return the invitation, though he really did want to meet her at some point. Their meetings in passing had barely been enough to count. "You do?" he asked, surprised. "Like what?" Now he wished he'd brought her something as well! Next time he should bring a hot chocolate to warm her up.

Charlotte took his hand and gave it a light tug. "Follow me," she said, still smiling brightly. She was trying to ignore Gabe's voice in her head, teasing her about every day. Well... Gabe could just shut up. She was happy. She lead him upstairs and into her room, where she had set something aside for him so she wouldn't forget. She walked over to her nightstand and picked up a small potted plant - a single stalk flowering with blue and indigo. She held it out to him and grinned. "It's a wild lupin."

Ransom had been to a number of girl's rooms in the span of his life, but they only included his sisters and Jessalyn. Entering Charlotte's made his heart beat loudly, nervously, even if the reason for the visit was completely innocent. "Did you grow this?" he asked, smiling brilliantly as he reached out to brush the small plant with his finger. "It's beautiful." He immediately associated the color with her and planned to get her something to match.

"No," Charlotte had to admit, smiling sheepishly. "It's really out of season, and I've only made something grow once." Which she had given to him. "But my mom did. Maybe you could take it home and I could come visit it once a while and see if I can keep it alive." She felt a little awkward suggesting it, like she was inviting herself over, but... he'd just invited her over himself, and if it managed to survive very long she'd be surprised - being that she had little faith in her own abilities. "It'll grow into a shrub, eventually. Supposedly."

"I'll take it only if you promise to come help me keep it alive," Ransom smiled, biting his lip. "I don't know anything about taking care of plants, so you're going to have to teach me a little. I know they need water, and sunlight, but that's about it." And he really didn't want to be responsible for killing the wild lupin. It was a tiny symbol of their relationship, so he wanted to watch it grow and flower, no matter how out of season it was.

"I will." Charlotte promised. Even if it had started out as a joke, it was pretty appropriate. And she wanted to keep it alive, too! It was good motivation for her, at least. "Okay, I feel better now." she said, giggling. "I was happy my mom actually had one."

"Were you worried?" he asked, carefully setting the flower pot on her dresser. "I'm just amazed that she can do that. And that you'll be able to! You're like mother nature, in a way." In a lot of ways, actually, and she still had a lot to learn.

"Not really." Charlotte answered. "I wasn't sure if you'd think it was silly or not." she admitted, and smiled. "Though I probably should have known better, by now." she added. "Most of the stuff you've seen in our basement is stuff that doesn't usually grow in this country. My mom loves it, and I love enjoying her work."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a little bit of a sap," Ransom smiled. "I like the significance in little things, the fact that you thought of me after I left. It makes it special." It was sweet and meaningful, both things he adored about Charlotte. "You work well together then," he said, taking a moment to take a look around her room. It was so different from him own, but then it was a girl's room. He expected it to be.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around him and stood on her toes to give him a quick kiss. "You are special." she reminded him. She followed his gaze around the room, and blushed faintly as she remembered talking with Gabe. Maybe she should have just brought the plant downstairs. It's just a room. Chill out. Charlotte's room was spacious and tidy, with hardwood floor and white walls. Not far away from her bed she had a windowseat overlooking the back yard, her dresser near the door, and her desk beneath another window. There were books and plants everywhere, which was probably what anyone would have expected of her.

He smiled as he kissed her back, lingering, wishing for more, but not quite taking it. Her mom was home and he wasn't sure he wanted to try anything in her room and end up getting her grounded again, as nice as it might be. "So are you," he said, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. "I like seeing where you live, and sleep and stuff," he admitted. "This is pretty much what I imagined. You're cleaner than I am." He blamed that on having to share a room. Maybe, if he had his own space, it would be easier to stay organized.

Charlotte chuckled softly. "I swear I'm not a neat freak." she said, though her room could have passed for one's. Her bag was on the floor though, along with a giant stuffed dog her dad had got her at Disney World when she was little. That counted for something, right? "Gabe was over earlier. Teasing me about seeing you every day. But I'm glad you're here."

"I wouldn't call you a freak," he grinned. "I just hope I'm not a slob. And don't listen to Gabe. He's only teasing cause he's jealous." Ransom paused, hoping that made sense. "Not that I think Gabe wants you, just-- I'm lucky," he smiled. "And everyone would be jealous of what we have." That was his opinion, since he'd never been so happy in his life.

That just reminded her of some of the subject matter of what she and Gabe had been talking about, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad. She really didn't feel like she had handled that well as someone else could have. She just hoped Gabe could find someone to care about him the way he cared about them - and soon. Crap, Ransom's going to know I'm thinking if I'm not careful. She had to watch that stuff around him. So she smiled and kissed him again. "Absolutely."

There was a shift in her heart rate, in her scent and the dilation of her eyes, but it was so quick and fleeting that Ransom let it go, not sure he knew how to read it. He didn't want to jump to conclusions and Charlotte was aloud to have thoughts of her own. "You're not going to get bored of me, are you?" he asked, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist as he kissed her back. "Was Gabe just coming by to say hello?"

"Of course not. Shame on you for even thinking such a thing." Charlotte said, smirking faintly. "Yeah, we hung out for a while. I told him you're a werewolf, and we talked about... more were stuff." It was the truth, even if it was awkward truth. "He met a cursed werewolf, too. That should be good for him."

"I've gotta ask," he grinned. "I just can't get enough of you." It sounded sappy as hell, but it was so true that Ransom had a hard time believing things were so good. Happiness didn't tend to fall in his lap, yet this seemed to. "Another cursed were would be even better to know," Ransom nodded, glad that Gabe had managed to come across one. "That way he can get pointers on some of the things I've never really dealt with. He's still welcome to call me, though, if he needs to."

"Thank you." Charlotte said. "And I told him. He appreciated it too." And she was very glad she had managed not to call Ransom during the height of her flailing and ruined what was turning out to be a happy, sappy evening. She felt clingy, and didn't really want to let him go. He seemed okay with this though, right?

"Good," Ransom said. "So what fun were-things did you talk about?" he asked, deciding it was okay to have a seat on her bed. They were just sitting, right? Ransom pulled her over towards him, surprised at how she didn't tower over him when he was sitting, but then, he was tall.

Charlotte had a flaily moment of trying to think of any were-things they'd talked about other than mating, but got distracted for a moment, giggling when he sat down. "You make me feel very short." she said, before sitting next to him. "Oh," she remembered. "I asked about Madock, too."

"That's okay. Sometimes I feel like a giant," he snickered. "You're just the right size." Again with the sappiness! It was like he couldn't shut it off. "Did he know him? What did he say?" Ransom asked, forgetting about there were-questions to focus on Jessalyn's new boyfriend.

"Do you remember the loud blonde that spent the night on Gabe's lap at the bonfire?" she asked. "That's his little sister. Gabe likes her, but says to watch out for the van." she added, wincing slightly. "I think he's going to ask around about Madock."

Ransom remembered the girl mostly due to her being so loud and all over Gabe. He wasn't entirely used to being around such public displays of affection, at least not close up, so it was pretty easy to remember. He could only imagine what they'd gotten up to in the van... which brought him to Madock and Jessalyn. Ransom pulled a face of displeasure, clearly not liking the image that presented. "I hope he moves slower than his sister, or I'm gonna have to slash his tires," Ransom said, only half joking.

Charlotte bit her lip through a sheepish smile, and grabbed his hand to squeeze. "It might not be that bad." she said. "Try not to worry about it. I'm sure Jessalyn knows to be careful." The girl was a werewolf, how could she not? Or maybe that was being presumptuous of Charlotte. Crap, she was thinking again. Focus on Ransom. She didn't like that unhappy look on his face, but he was pretty cute in protective mode. Not that he wasn't always cute.

Really? His look clearly said he wasn't all that sure about it not being bad, especially if the guy drove a van that Gabe and Madock's sister fooled around in. "Jessalyn knows he makes her body 'tingle'," Ransom said, as if that emphasized his point. "Which I don't blame her for liking, but I don't want her to get carried away." Then again, she'd been the one to point out that there were things to do besides mating. It wasn't a good thought for the moment, since it made his face begin to burn. "Maybe she'll be good," he said, smirking just a little. "Like us."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow and tried not to look amused. "You're blushing." she said. "It's cute, but you're blushing." she said, mirroring his expression. "Can you talk to Jessalyn about it? Or would she be mad if you talked to Madock?"

"Just thinking about you," he said, unable to force the blush away. Telling her only seemed to make the thoughts more clear, but Ransom did his best to ignore them, at least for now. "I can talk to Jess. Tell her to stay away from the van. I don't think threatening Madock the first time I meet him is the way to go."

Charlotte bit her lip through another smile, cheeks turning a little bit pink. "Do we need to explore these thoughts of yours?" she managed to ask, mostly teasingly. Mostly. She chuckled softly and gave him a silly look. "I didn't say threaten, I said talk." she pointed out.

"Well, if threatening is the first thing that comes to mind, then I should really be careful," Ransom laughed, willing to let go thoughts of dealing with Madock and his van for the time being. He had a blushing girlfriend that was far more interesting. "We can explore my thoughts... if you want... though I might stay this color for a while," he smiled. "I was thinking about being with you when we're not being good."

She couldn't help but grin, even if it was shy and her face was red. "I like you this color. You're cute when you blush." she teased. "We've been pretty good." she said, smirking faintly. Great, even, but that's not what we're talking about.

"So are you," he said, leaning against her playfully. "And we have been good. I was just thinking about... not... being good." Ransom licked his lips, aware of his own elevated heart rate. "Is that something you might be interested in?" he asked, eyes locked with hers.

He was not allowed to do that. Charlotte was trying not to stare at him, but he was being extremely distracting. And then he asked that and she was sure her temperature spiked at least ten degrees. She felt hypnotized by his eyes. "...Define not being good."

"Well... I thought maybe you'd let me kiss you," Ransom said softly. "Here... and here... and maybe here..." As he spoke, his finger lifted, tracing from her neck to her collar bone, then down over her breast. He could feel the heat coming off her, matching his own, and he tried to remind himself that all they were doing was talking.

...Holy crap. One minute they'd been talking about slashing Madock's tires, and the next he was blowing her freaking mind. Was she actually supposed to be able to answer him? That seemed impossible, as she felt a bit like she'd forgotten how to speak. Her heart rate picked up, and good God, his voice was killing her. She tried to speak, but it was a few moments before words actually came out. "...that... doesn't sound... not good."

Was that actually permission? Ransom wasn't sure, but it didn't sound like denial, not in her voice, not in her body language, and definitely not by her scent. He was a bit impressed he'd gotten that all out, but if it wasn't bad enough, was he allowed to offer more? "That's just where I want to kiss you," he said, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Not where I want to touch you." If she couldn't guess on her own, his hand ran lightly up her thigh as he kissed her just below the ear. He was waiting to get slapped, but at the same time praying that she'd at least let him fantasize.

Okay, he was trying to kill her. All at once her brain started screaming at her, and then promptly went dead silent. Did he really just say that? She moved a little to see his eyes, trying to gauge how serious he was. He looked serious. And he had sounded serious when he whispered in her ear. Oh my God. Now she was the one tingling.

While he didn't receive a verbal response, he could sense enough to know her body approved. That alone was a turn on, but not entirely what he was looking for. He wanted Charlotte's permission, and so he met her eyes and brushed a soft kiss against her lips. "Do you wanna be bad?" he asked with a little smirk.

Oh God, she had to answer him. She was kind of terrified, this being something she had absolutely never even thought of doing before, but... it was an exhilarating kind of fear. Whether or not it was something she'd thought about, the answer was a very loud, firm yes, being screamed at her from every part of her body. She had to answer him. She had to remember how to talk. Somehow, she managed to get up and walk away - and she was quite amazed her legs held her at that point. She shut her door, and then walked back to the bed to sit next to him. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...

There was a very brief moment of oh God, she's making me leave, but then she was shutting the door and Ransom thought his mind might have broken. He never thought he'd say such things to a girl, let alone earn permission to do them, and now he had the chance! What mattered, though, was that it was Charlotte, and as she sat back down next to him, he took her hand. She was so quiet, it almost worried him, but she didn't seem unhappy about her decision, and her body definitely approved. Leaning in, Ransom began to kiss her, just on her lips right now because he had to start there, even if that hadn't been on the list.

Charlotte felt a bit like the floodgates opened when he kissed her. Had he really managed to get her that worked up by barely touching her? Apparently he had. She leaned in and kissed him back, a little more forcefully than she initially intended to, but... holy God, she felt like her heart was going to explode.

It was hard to take things slow, and he could tell Charlotte felt that way as well, already plenty worked up by just talking about what he wanted to do. His tongue slid into her mouth, deepened the kiss before he slid back farther on her bed. Now he knew why it was dangerous to go into a bedroom-- it just seemed to make things like this happen. Not that he had a problem with that! As the kiss became more heated, his hand slid up her side, pushing up her shirt. It was just the smallest bit of bare skin, but it was like sending a current through his body, wired to desire more with any little bit he got.

Charlotte moved with him without thinking twice, just wanting to stay close. Somewhere in the back of her mind it occurred to her that she'd been the one to lead him up here and asked to explore his thoughts. Right now... she was perfectly fine with that. Still nervous, which was just getting worse by the second, but his hand on her skin had such a strong physical reaction that she in no way wanted to stop.

Ransom had to remind himself that she might still be uncomfortable with this, even if she'd somewhat agreed to wanting it. He knew he didn't know what he was doing, just that he loved being close to her, making her feel good, and that he wanted to touch her more than anything in the world. His lips moved from hers down to her neck, the first spot that he'd told her he wanted to kiss. They'd done this before, but familiar territory was still exciting, and he listened to her rising heartbeat as his lips moved farther down, his hand sliding around to rest on her bare stomach.

Tilting her head to the side for him, Charlotte licked her lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Now that he'd told her he liked that she wanted to do it every chance she got. She was really fighting the urge to lay back and take him with her, though she knew she was bad at fighting any instincts she had around Ransom.

It was one of those urges that Ransom would have encouraged, though he didn't want to push for something more than what he already wanted. He hoped Charlotte realized she could do just about anything to him and he'd go along with it, as every time she touched him, he felt closer to her. He smiled against her neck as she began to play with his hair, and shut his eyes as he nipped at her collar bone. There was a light taste to her skin that he could only identify as Charlotte; it matched a scent he would never be able to forget.

Her breath hitched at the nip to her skin, and more of her resolve began to crumble. Finally she lay back and pulled him along with her, her hand still in his hair. She drew her other hand down his back, and then dipped it under his shirt to feel his skin for a change. She was amazed at how much that made her feel. She couldn't get enough.

Ransom followed her back onto the bed, kissing her lips as he slowly inched her shirt higher. He was surprised at how warm her touch was, sure his skin had been flushed with heat, but it just felt so good to feel her hands on him, to know that she wanted to touch him too. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes, smirking just slightly as he moved down to kiss just below her rib cage, his lips moving up. He couldn't help but break eye contact to see what he was doing, to brush his hand over her breast then tug her bra out of the way. The sight of her nipple shouldn't have had him quite so hard, but really, hers was the first bare breast he'd ever seen. Eyes locking on hers once more, he kissed her breast and pressed his body against her. If this was just the beginning of being bad, he wondered how they'd ever be good again.

Charlotte had been staring at him like the hypnotized junkie she was, until he did that. She gasped faintly, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. How could that feel so good? And watching him had taken her to a whole new level of turned on. Oh my God, she thought, for the millionth time. Her hand on his back went higher up, exploring the muscles in his shoulders before trailing her fingers down his spine.

The light touch on his back gave him the chills, goosebumps trailing in the wake of her fingers. It was something so small, almost nothing, and yet his whole body reacted to that one little touch. His lips moved between her breasts, kissing her softly before moving to the other and flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sound of her heart was the constant reminder that he must be doing things right, though the look on her face was the confirmation he desired. Gently scraping his teeth over the tight pink bud, his hand slid down her belly, then over the front of her skirt. This was moving into completely foreign territory for him, and his hands shook slightly as he pushed it up, trailing along her thigh. Even without the knowledge of what girl's liked, he knew what he did, and it was possible the same policy applied. Ransom's hand slid between her legs, rubbing across the front of her panties, his own small moan of desire muffled against her breast.

She whimpered at the feel of his teeth, and had to fight hard to stay still. Her body wanted to writhe and squirm, and she was trying her hardest to keep a hold on her control. She felt his hand shake, and even that did something to her. She ran her fingers through his hair again and gripped hard, as she wished desperately that she could kiss him again. But that might have meant stopping him, and she wasn't sure that was a risk she really wanted to take right now.

Ransom wasn't against kissing; in fact, that was what he wanted at the moment, when his hand was up her skirt. He abandoned her chest to press his lips to hers, unable to keep the rising passion at bay for a moment longer. His fingers moved farther between her legs and he gasped softly against her lips as he found her slightly damp. It was one thing to know she was aroused, and another to actually feel it.

Charlotte had held tightly to him to kiss him back, trying to convey to him everything that he was doing to her. She realized a bit later that she hadn't needed to try, and when he first touched her she had a very physical reaction. Her body shuddered and her breath caught in her throat, stifling a high-pitched groan. Nothing could have prepared her for how that felt, and she couldn't help but cling to his shoulder.

The way she kissed him was like no other kiss they'd shared and Ransom didn't have to use his imagination to know how much she was enjoying this. He could feel every little movement, the way she held tightly to him, and the soft noises she made in response. She was absolutely beautiful, caught up in his touch, and he only hoped that going a little further wouldn't be too much. Keeping his hand beneath her skirt, preserving her modesty, Ransom slipped his fingers beneath her underwear. With his own body aching, wanting, and forgotten, he brushed his fingers over her core, wanting this to be as good for her as it could be.

Her breath shook around a soft sound, and her neck arched in response. She'd obviously never done this with a boy before, but she'd never actually explored herself either. Ransom was proving to be great at showing her what she'd been missing out on. Some small part of her brain that was still working couldn't believe this was actually happening, and that she wasn't freaked out or self-conscious. She was comfortable, and completely swept up by what he was doing.

He nuzzled against her neck as she arched on the bed, assuming that he was doing something right. Though he'd never thought he'd actually get to do this with her, the real thing far out-shined his fantasies. "You are... amazing," he whispered to her, wishing he could get up the nerve to say more that what he felt was obvious. "Beautiful... and perfect... and..." Words just didn't describe how she looked just then, and so he continued to kiss her, paying homage to her body in the only way he knew how.

Charlotte would never know how her heart managed to not explode when he started speaking. It sure felt like it would; his words gave her just as much of a physical reaction as his touch did, and twice the emotional. She half-moaned, half-whispered his name, and was amazed she managed to do that. He was driving the English language out of her brain, but his name she could still handle.

His name on her lips in that tone? Possibly the best thing ever. Ransom shuddered as if she'd touched him, content just to watch and be effected by her reaction. Gently, he slid one finger inside her, biting his lip at the way that felt just to him. It led his thoughts elsewhere, just for a moment, and then he was focused on her again, making her feel good, wanting to hear her say his name once more.

Having opened her eyes at perhaps the wrong time, Charlotte groaned as he bit his lip, and she pulled him in closer again to kiss him, and suck at the lip he had bitten. As his finger slid inside her hands shook, and then her entire body started to tremble. There was a bit of pressure, but it still felt amazing, and totally different from anything she had ever experienced.

Ransom kissed her hard, his eyes shutting as he began to sliding his finger out of her, then back in. Communication didn't really seem possible at the moment, though he managed to whisper her name between breaths and kisses. Even if it was her body being stimulated, he was sure he might burst just from touching her, from feeling her body shake in his hands. That could wait, though; he wanted to bring her to completion and he had the feeling she was awfully close.

Again, Charlotte had no idea what to expect, and didn't know how it could possibly get any worse (or better, really). But soon she was breathless, and what breath she had was shaking just as much as she was. Everything built up and she hit her peak for the first time ever, her entire body arching against him as it happened. She gasped around his name again, though she barely heard herself, completely lost in the new sensation.

In that instant, Ransom decided there was nothing more beautiful than watching Charlotte in rapture. His own body trembled as she tightened around him, his breath caught as she gasped his name. All he could do was watch her ride it out, continue his touch and his kisses until her body began to still. Only then did he gently slide his finger out of her and begin to readjust her clothing. He didn't pull away though, instead catching her lips in a kiss.

When she started to regain control of herself, she held to him, with her hands at the back of his shoulders. She kissed him until she was breathless again, which wasn't a hard thing to accomplish. When she had to catch her breath she stared up at him, an awed expression on her face. Did that really just happen?

He was breathing heavy when she pulled away, just as much in need of air. It was hard to know when to stop when everything felt so good, when he just couldn't get enough of her. When his eyes met hers, he smiled, half shy, half playful, and gave her one more little kiss. "You are beautiful," he said, his own voice deep, still filled with desire.

Charlotte gave a soft, breathless laugh as she whispered back to him, "You are trying to kill me." And notice her complete lack of complaints there. She bit her lip in a moment of hesitation, before pushing his shoulder and reversing their positions. Her smile matched his then, shy and playful, as she planted her hands on either side of his head and hovered over him. "...I want to make you feel that way." she whispered.

For a boy that hadn't seemed to hesitate when touching her, he felt ten times as nervous about having the situation reversed. Maybe it was because he was already wound up so tight he wasn't sure it would last long at all and he didn't want to embarrass himself. But when Charlotte leaned over him, he began to relax, taking in her smile, her scent, and the sound of her voice. "I'd like that," he whispered back, excitement building with the beat of his heart. Nerves aside, he knew what he wanted, and her hands on him was top of the list.

Somehow she felt just as nervous about it too, more than she had earlier, because she was well aware of the fact that she had no idea what she was doing. She was partially relying on instinct, and the rest... well, she wasn't sure. But he made her heart all fluttery, and even if she couldn't help but feel like she could never make him feel as good as he had made her feel, she wanted to try. She closed the distance to kiss him again, not really able to get enough of that. "You'll have to tell me if I do something wrong." she whispered shyly.

"I don't think that's possible," Ransom said, smiling as he leaned up for another kiss. He was pretty worked up to begin with, all from watching her. While Ransom wasn't quite as innocent as she was, having touched himself before, he doubted it would even feel slightly the same when it was her. Sure, he knew what he liked, but it was the concept, the knowledge that it was her hands and the intimacy that came with allowing her to see that part of him.

Charlotte grinned into the kiss, feeling silly but encouraged. She didn't wait any longer than that, moving slightly next to him to free one of her hands, all the while deepening the kiss. She traced her fingertips across his jawline and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, until they ran across his belt and she closed her fingers around his fly, pulling down the zipper. Her heart was pounding now, and she knew he'd hear it, but there was no help for it. She reached beneath his clothing and found him, surprised with how warm and soft he was. She bit her lip as she wrapped her hand around him, wanting to see what that would do to him.

Ransom could hear her heart loud and clear, though his own seemed to be beating it out for the moment. He resisted the urge to squirm, forcing himself to lay still as her fingers tripped down his body, finding their way to his zipper. The soft noise seemed to scream a warning and he tried his best to prepare himself, but failed anyways. When her hand circled him, he moaned softly, leaning in towards Charlotte. He'd been right in expecting it to be different. It was much, much better than anything he could do to himself, and all she was doing was holding him.

Using her body, she pushed him back against the bed as she kissed him soundly. She moved her hand down to the base and back up again, starting out slow as the built up her own confidence in what she was doing. It seemed like she had it right, so she gradually upped the pace, all the while nibbling at his bottom lip. The sound he had made was beautiful, and she couldn't help but hope for more of them.

For someone that didn't know what she was doing, Ransom thought she was doing a fine job. His body lay tense beneath her, hands moving up to rest at her waist, to trail his fingers up along her thigh. He wasn't worried about touching her now, and felt free to let his hands roam as she stroked him faster. Much as he wanted to kiss her, it was difficult when he was out of breath, and eventually he found his hips lifting just slightly with the rhythm of her hand. "Charlotte," he whimpered softly, far too close in such a short time, but what could he do? She'd had him over halfway there to begin with.

When he couldn't kiss her, she kissed along his neck and throat, tasting his skin along the way. She couldn't help but be absolutely fascinated, by him and his reactions, and she couldn't get enough. Hearing the way he said her name shot through her, resonating in her heart as she moaned softly against his skin. "You're beautiful," she whispered in his ear, before nibbling at his earlobe. And she was torn between wanting to watch what he was going through and kissing him. Kissing won.

He smiled at the complement, though really, he thought she beat him on that. It wasn't exactly a time to argue though, and when she began kissing him again, he let that take over. Closer he got, moaning softly against her lips, and then suddenly there was no way he could hold back any longer. Ransom gasped, his hips jerking as his breath caught, realizing afterwards that he probably should have warned her. Thought wasn't with him, though, not then, only the feel of her lips on his, her hand sliding around him as he came.

It was amazing to Charlotte how his climax took her breath away, but the whole experience was pretty amazing, really. He was amazing, and after kissing him soundly she told him so, murmuring it against his lips. Like he had, she didn't really stop what she was doing until he seemed stiller. She let her forehead rest against his, in no hurry to move.

Slowly he returned to earth, feeling lethargic as ever as he smiled up at her lazily. "I don't wanna move," he said, laughing softly. He knew he needed to, that he'd probably made a mess and she hadn't even realized it, but then Charlotte was usually well-knowledged on things she hadn't experienced and probably knew the basics. Maybe. Somehow he'd never imagined her listening intently to that part in health class.

Charlotte grinned brightly, unable to help being pleased with that. "You don't have to right now." she promised, kissing him lightly again. "I don't have your shiny were senses, but I have lots of nosy animals that always know where everyone's at. I never realized my built in security system would come in handy for this sort of thing."

Ransom laughed, leaning up to kiss her again for being adorable. "Shiny animal senses for the win then," he smiled. "I don't even wanna know what they're chattering about. I'm sure you'll get an earful at some point, even if it's just from them." He'd always thought it would be uncomfortable to fool around with a pet in the room. In Charlotte's house that was taken to a whole new level.

Charlotte couldn't help but blush at the thought. "They're keeping their distance right now." she said, and for that, she was eternally grateful. She owed every animal in this house treats later. "I think I'd rather them than a house full of weres I'd never be able to look in the face again." she giggled.

"Oh God," Ransom snickered as he nuzzled closer to her. "Locke will give me hell tonight, I'm sure. It's worth it, though." He smiled up at her, rather than think about how his little brother would enjoy torturing him when he got home. Even away from Charlotte, the scent of what they'd done would linger. Maybe if he went straight to the shower, he could get away with it.

Charlotte still didn't actually know that the scent would linger on him, but Ransom had told her before that Locke grilled him about dates when he got home, and that it was hard to lie to a werewolf. She giggled and kissed him again. "As long as it's worth it." she said, beaming down at him. "...I should probably clean up, huh?" That was going to involve moving though, which seemed highly overrated.

"To be with you? Always," Ransom smiled, propping himself up on his elbows. "Probably, if I can use your bathroom to do the same. Then maybe we can go lay on the couch and be lazy," he suggested. While he was fine with staying in her bedroom, he didn't think her mom would approve if she eventually came upstairs. Ransom didn't care where they went, so long as he could continue to be close to her.

Charlotte nodded and sat back. "Good plan. My room gets us in trouble." she said, smirking faintly. "Though it's kind of hard to view that as being bad..." Okay, technically it was, but mostly it was just great.

Ransom sat up, trying to tuck himself in and readjust, though he really just needed to clean himself off in the bathroom. "It's only bad if we get caught," he smirked, since that was the only thing he could possible see as being bad about that experience. Everything else was just plain amazing.

"And let's pray to God that never happens." Charlotte added, shaking her head. She was pretty sure she would die of embarrassment if that ever happened. She forced herself to get off of her bed and grabbed a few tissues to wipe her hand with, smiling faintly to herself as she did.

"That's when the were-senses come in handy, and the pet security system," Ransom smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek before stepping into the bathroom. Luckily, he wasn't wearing anything that showed what they'd done, and he cleaned up the best he could. His brother would still be able to smell it on him, but Charlotte's parents should remain blissfully unaware. Walking back into her bedroom, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "You really are amazing," he said. It didn't really capture his true feelings, but it was far less scary to say.

She put her arms over his and tilted her head to look up at him, beaming again. It was really hard not to. This was gonna be another night where her face hurt by the time he left. She stood on her toes to kiss the underside of his jaw, and let the back of her head rest against his chest. She tried to come up with something to say that didn't sound overly corny, or wasn't absolutely terrifying to think about. She was pretty sure she was falling hard for him, or already had, and that was scary territory. What was too soon for something like that? This didn't feel like just hormones.

Ransom sighed happily and kissed her temple as he squeezed her gently, his thoughts very similar to her own. He knew what he was feeling, knew what he wanted to say, and yet it felt so fast that he didn't want to scare her off. Internally, though, he knew that no one would ever make him feel the way that she made him feel. While part of that might have been instinct starting to kick in, he didn't think that applied to how happy she made him every single second they were together. "Ready?" he asked, slowly unwrapping his arms from around her. "Should I take the wild lupin? You've gotta promise to help me not kill it."

"I already did," she said, taking his hand and smiling as she squeezed it. "Yes." She waited for him to take the plant, and then she lead him downstairs. She didn't go for the basement, since she knew her mom was still working down there, so the living room would have to do. She plopped down on the couch and tugged him along with her, still grinning all the while.

When she reminded him of their earlier conversation, he remembered it, but didn't let the frustration of forgetfulness get to him at the moment. There were better things to distract him, happier things, like cuddling with girlfriends. With the plant safely set on the coffee table, Ransom curled up with Charlotte, rapping her in his arms. "I could stay like this all evening," he smiled happily.

She smiled brightly as she curled up to cuddle with him, thinking pretty much the same thing. "Let's," she said, smirking up at him. "School night be darned." Okay, it didn't really sound convincing without the cursing. Whoops.

"Be darned?" he asked with a grin. It felt wrong to think it was cute, but it really was. "Just as long as you're not falling asleep in school tomorrow. I can be blamed for your corruption, but not harming your education." After all, she was the smart one.

"How considerate of you." Charlotte replied, grinning. "My grades haven't slipped yet." Though she'd been pretty sure he'd broken her brain earlier in the night. It seemed fine, now. Even if she still was kind of in awe.

"Well, good!" he laughed. "If they were slipping, then your mom might have an issue with me being over so much, and we definitely don't want that." He also would have felt awful for taking up too much of her time.

Charlotte chuckled softly. "My mom likes you." she said. "Even if she doesn't know you. She's just relieved I have a life outside of books and animals. She'll adore you once she knows you better."

"I hope so," Ransom said. He knew he was jumping ahead of himself, but it was important that her parents liked him if they were as serious as his mind liked to think of them as. "She knows I'm a werewolf, so it's not like you've got to deal with the shock that comes from that revelation. How did she take that, by the way?"

"Almost annoyingly easily." Charlotte answered, smirking faintly. "She made a joke about me being good with animals and asked which form you were cuter in. I blushed a lot."

Ransom laughed, thinking about how appropriate that sounded. It really was amusing, and fitting even, that Charlotte was dating a werewolf. "If I had a puppy form, I'd worry about which one you'd choose. Then again, I might get more belly rubs, so it couldn't be that bad."

"So belly rubs are the way to your heart, huh?" Charlotte asked, looking amused. "How sad, I've been doing everything wrong." she teased. "I like both your forms just fine. I'm kind of partial to this one, though."

"Only in this form," Ransom snickered. He thought about commenting that other types of rubs would do just fine, except that was a little too crude to actually say. "Good," he smiled, squeezing her lightly. "I like the way it fits with yours, so we're both happy." Cheesy, gooey, happy, but he didn't care in the least.