#charnique

[sunwrites]

#domlie #charnique #so cute we named them twice #otp: you're too normal #otp: you're the female version of the mad hatter

LOLOL, the otp tags kill me a little bit :3

[sunwrites]

"Shh, it's better when you don't talk"

In which Charlie shows Dominique that sometimes things are far more enjoyable when you trust him to know best.

The room was pulsating with music and lights; whoever had taken on the job of turning the room into a party had done a good job! He was actually pretty impressed, as he squeezed through the crowd. It was impossible to not see Dominique on the dancefloor. She looked... Well, she was always gorgeous. Which was part of his problem, he'd decided. There were one guy behind her, dancing pretty close, and another just to her left. His eyes narrowed as he realized they were both being very - how to say it without sounding jealous? - handsy. Or maybe it was just that they had managed to get closer to her during the four minutes he'd been watching her dance, than he had during the past four months. It annoyed him. But here was his chance, right? To show her he wasn't just what she thought he was.

He edged up to the guy behind her, whispered something in his ear that got him a wide-eyed looks - which he returned with a smug smile - and the guy went away. The second bloke, seeing the first one move away, followed suit, just as the furious music slowed down. Not enough to stop the thrumming beat, but still enough to earn the girl in front of him to move slower. He moved up, slowly, behind her, his hands placed on her hips as they swayed to the music. It took her a while to realize it wasn't the same guy that had been behind her before, and the surprise was written all over her face as he pulled her closer to him.

She barely reached him to his shoulder, and the rest of her was pretty small too. He stroked away hair from the one side of her neck, leaving her shoulde rpretty much bare under the flickering pink and green lights. He smiled behind her, feeling her move against him, her hands tangled in her hair on their way up, up, into the air. It was like magic - something he didn't say often. His hands gripped her hips harder, pulling her flush against his body and they were moving a little too close for normal comfort, but they moved pretty much as one. She leaned herself fully against him, and he could hear her begin to say something - clearly a protest of sorts -  when he leaned down to kiss her neck. Instead, he kissed her earlobe, distracting her and whispered "Shh, it's better when you don't talk" and half expected for her to turn around and slap him. Instead she let him kiss her the nape of her neck, her shoulder, and stayed in his arms until the song - several minutes long - were over.

He was left in the middle of the dancefloor feeling slightly frustrated, a lot turned on and completely and totally whipped, as she walked away from him. She didn't even look back.