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She was sure Charlie was still upset at her. She may be smiling and kissing her, but there was an almost bitter taste to her usually sweet lips. Vaggie hated it. She hated knowing she was the cause of it.
She pulled away from the kiss, her brow furrowing. “Are you mad at me?” She already knew the answer, but she couldn’t help but ask.
“Not at you,” Charlie shook her head, pressing another small peck to the corner of her mouth, “but I am mad at what you did.”
Vaggie’s gut tightened. “I’m sorry… I never meant to hurt you. I just,” she pursed her lips, not entirely sure what to say. She’d had years to say it, but it seemed more and more impossible with each day that had passed. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, “I wanted to tell you. But it was hard. When you saved me, you were so patient and kind with me. You helped me get back on my feet and asked for nothing in return. I didn’t want you to feel as if I used you.”
Charlie cocked her head to the side, her palm sliding down Vaggie’s side to her thigh, holding it tighter to her waist. Their bed sheets crumpled beneath her, silently cradling them both. “Why didn’t you trust me? My father’s a fallen angel; I wouldn’t have judged you.”
“That’s different,” Vaggie pouted. She smoothed a loose strand of hair from Charlie’s face. “Your dad wasn’t a trained killer. I am. Charlie… When we started dating, it killed me inside knowing I slaughtered so many of your people. You love them all so fiercely, you want to help them, to save their souls… And I’d spent so long destroying them. It felt impossible to tell you that.”
Charlie gave her another small kiss. Her nails scratched lightly at her raised thigh. “Would you have told me?” She dipped her head, trailing light nips along her throat. “If Adam never said anything… would you have told me you were once an exorcist? Or would you have kept it from me forever? Would you have kept lying to me?”
Her eye widened. She never thought of it like that. She supposed that’s what she’d been doing all these years. She’d been sharing Charlie’s life, helping her with her dreams, and lying to her the entire time. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, Charlie’s teeth against her pulse a little too sharp.
“I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry,” Charlie breathed against her. Her breath was hot, threatening to singe her skin. “I want you to tell me the truth, Vaggie. About everything.” She bit gently, making her hiss.
“E-everything?” Her fingers in her girlfriend’s hair tightened, the pain making her body flush. “Everything everything?”
“Yes,” she growled, pressing Vaggie into the mattress with her body.
She swallowed, tongue going thick. “I… um, well… I was an exorcist. I was— ah-hah,” she trembled as Charlie ground into her. She tried again, “I was cast out from heaven for sparing a child. Lute and Adam took my eye, halo and wings for it.”
Charlie brushed her nose along the underside of her ear, her palms widening Vaggie’s thighs for her to settle between them tighter. She shifted her hips forward slowly, setting a slow and torturous tempo. “… And?”
Vaggie’s brain was going fuzzy. Her whole body felt warm, liquid heat pooling at her center with each drag of Charlie’s pelvis against her. She swallowed, not quite understanding what she wanted. “And…?”
Long fingers trailed up her legs, pushing her skirt up around her waist before skimming over the fabric to her blouse. They nudged beneath it, splaying over her abdomen. Her muscles spasmed at the feather-light touch. One hand continued, slipping further and further up her torso, over her diaphragm, before settling at her breast. It gave a light squeeze, her throat constricting.
Charlie’s teeth grazed along her jugular, making her skin prickle. “What else have you lied about,” she husked.
Vaggie’s thighs were starting to shake. The cool air of their room washed over her exposed flesh, making a shiver race down her spine. She adjusted her legs, pressing her heels into her girlfriend’s ass, urging her slow and all too gentle grinding to be rougher.
“Um,” she mentally raked through her brain, desperately trying to think of anything else she lied about over the years. “I wasn’t a big fan of our second anniversary date?”
“Vaggie,” Charlie growled hotly against her, her fingers pushing beneath her bra. They kneaded at her, making her squirm. She whimpered as her nipple was pinched between her index and middle finger. “You know what I mean.”
Did she? She wasn’t sure anymore. She knew Charlie was mad at her for not telling her she was once an exorcist, that she was once an angel of death. But she had already apologized, had already laid that truth at her feet and was begging for forgiveness. What else would she be upset about? What other major, potentially relationship or life threatening truths could she drop on her that she was searching for?
Charlie pulled her blouse off of her, her mouth disappearing for only the briefest of moments. It returned immediately, her lips trailing along her clavicles. Vaggie shifted uneasily, sweat beading along her hairline as Charlie continued to pinch and roll her now hardened nipple. She moaned weakly, her hips bucking. “What… what else is there? My past? My time in Heaven?” She squeezed her thighs at her girlfriend’s sides, a particularly harsh grind making her gasp. She was quickly losing all sense of conscious thought.
Charlie sat up, much to her dismay. She rose to her knees, leaning back on her calves, and tugged at Vaggie’s skirt and underwear. She quickly obliged, kicking her flats off behind her girlfriend’s back as well. They tumbled off the edge of the bed, clacking noisily against the carpet and hardwood, her garments quickly following. Charlie held the backs of her thighs in her palms to keep them up. She leaned forward, pushing Vaggie’s knees to her shoulders. She settled once more over her center, the fabric of her trousers making her clit jump.
Charlie stared down at her. Her eyes were half lidded and searching, tracing over Vaggie’s face as if she was a book in another language she was desperately trying to understand. She supposed that’s what she was in this moment.
“Charlie,” she whined, her fingers digging into the sheets, “what do you want me to say? What else do you want?”
“Just the truth.”
“I’m telling you the truth!”
Charlie snapped her hips forward, Vaggie’s whole body jerking with the sudden action. She panted, her pussy clenching around nothing, already desperate and needy.
The princess motioned towards her folded legs, “hold them.” Vaggie obeyed, watching as she sidled down her body. Charlie hovered her mouth above her cunt, a long line of saliva oozing from her mouth. Vaggie watched it stretch. It glistened in the light, like a translucent pearl, before painting itself over her clit. She moaned openly, the residual heat of Charlie’s mouth blooming into her. She throbbed again. “Tell me it wasn’t all a lie,” Charlie looked at her with her eyes only, her head still tilted towards her sex. She pressed two fingers to Vaggie’s sensitive nub and circled it slowly, her spit acting as a lubricant— not that she needed it. “Tell me I wasn’t just a fleeting whim for you; that I actually meant something to you.”
“Charlie,” she practically sobbed her name, “why would you say that? You mean everything to me! You are my everything.”
The princess frowned. She continued her slow stroking, leaning her cheek against the underside of Vaggie’s thigh. She didn’t look convinced. “You didn’t trust me, but I trusted you. I shared everything with you. My hopes, my dreams, my embarrassing memories,” she gently inserted two fingers to the first knuckle, stretching her. Vaggie moaned, fighting the urge to the throw her head back. “I shared my pain with you. My pleasure.” She slid her fingers in to the second knuckle. “I wanted to be with you, always, to share my eternal life with you. But you wouldn’t even tell me you were an angel.” She scissored her fingers back and forth, “do you know how that makes me feel?”
“I’m sorry,” Vaggie squirmed, her brows pinching together as she bit her lip. “I’m so sorry, Charlie. I’d do anything to take it back.”
The princess sunk her fingers into her the rest of the way, curling them inside of her. Her crimson pupils turned gold. “Anything?”
Vaggie nodded emphatically, her pussy sucking at her digits. “Anything, Charlie, anything!”
In a wave of searing heat, a ghostly shackle encircled her throat. She inhaled sharply, the mottled inkwell black and rose of the metal like hot embers. She gaped at her girlfriend, not believing she would ever do such a thing. She’d never seen Charlie even attempt to make a deal, let alone brandish her power in such a raw display. She grit her teeth, sucking in a harsh breath as the demon began to steadily pump her fingers.
Charlie’s gaze on her was predatory. “Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you!”
The chains tightened, threatening to choke her.
Charlie’s horns emerged from her scalp, her tail flicking lazily behind her. Her face was harrowed, a sense of mourning washing over her features. She was like a statue in a graveyard, overseeing the passage of a thousand souls over a lifetime and unable to help a single on find solace. Her eyes were soft and downtrodden, her brows hard, and her lips so full and kissable, tempting her as if they were the original Sin itself.
She was beautiful.
She crooked her fingers as she pumped them. Slow and steady they thrusted, slipping out to the first knuckle, sticky with her fluids, before gliding back in. It was torturously wonderful. Vaggie could already feel the twisting burn in her lower abdomen.
“I want you to convince me,” Charlie nibbled at her thigh, her fangs sharp.
Convince her? She was literally on her back for her, in their shared bed, legs held to her chest as Charlie fingered her. This was their room, full of their things, their photos on the walls, their pillows behind her head, their blankets crumpled beneath her spine, on their bed. The very same bed they had made love to each other in, where they held each other and spoke quiet conversations in the dark, where they kissed each morning and night, where they told each other of their dreams and goals. This was their hotel, the very one Vaggie had sworn to protect.
Vaggie had made a promise to both herself and Charlie all those years ago, and she’d done a damn good job at keeping it so far. How else was she going to convince the demon in front of her that she loved her?
She writhed, her walls tightening almost painfully against Charlie’s fingers.
It was obvious Charlie didn’t want her words. She’d promised and begged and pleaded, and Charlie had done little more than hum at them. But… this wasn’t normal Charlie. Normal Charlie was happy, bubbling over in excitement, well in control of her negative emotions and shoving them down until they burst. This was hurt Charlie. Hurt Charlie was a different side, a side Vaggie had rarely seen before and most certainly never to this extent. She was never so calm, so mournful yet desperate. This was the part of her girlfriend that she’d known was there all along, the part that ebbed and flowed with her demonic heritage. It was the amalgamation of the personifications of Sin.
Pride, her most dominant and foreboding Sin, had been wounded. Vaggie, who she’d trusted and cherished, had been lying to her their entire relationship. It was whimpering and lashing, a caged animal that had been beaten by the hand that fed it. All the other Sins, it seemed, had stepped aside, their leader broken.
But Vaggie could still see them. They drifted in and out of her girlfriend’s face. Gluttony when she looked at her pussy, Wrath when she bit at her thighs, Sloth when she lazily played with her clit. Envy was there, holding hands with Lust, as her fingers pumped steadily into her.
If she could soothe the Sins, especially Pride… If she could rekindle their flames and give them the justice they were practically groveling for, maybe then she could get Charlie to understand. If she couldn’t tell her she loved and trusted her… perhaps she could show her?
“Fuck me,” she panted.
“I am,” Charlie deadpanned.
She shook her head. “No… no, I want you to fuck me. Don’t hold back. No apologizing, no safe word, no bars held. Use me; let me prove how much I trust you.”
Charlie slowly removed her fingers, making her want to cry. She lifted the two drenched digits to Vaggie’s mouth. “Suck,” she commanded, her voice hard but threatening to waver. Vaggie opened her mouth, greedily accepting the fingers as they pressed against her tongue. She sealed her lips around them, tasting herself and moaning. She swirled her tongue against the pads of her index and middle finger. “Such a good girl,” Charlie praised her, her voice now having a harder edge. “Always such a good girl for me.”
“Yes,” Vaggie mewled around her knuckles, “always. Only for you.”
Charlie pulled her hand away. She gripped Vaggie’s waist and forced her to her front on her knees. “Face down,” she growled, “ass up.”
Vaggie obeyed immediately.
“Hands between your ankles.”
She did as she was told, folding her arms beneath her. She felt the searing heat of the chains and manacles return. They sealed around her wrists and ankles, binding her to herself. She rolled her hands, finding no slack whatsoever.
She was completely trapped.
Charlie smoothed her palm over the swell of her ass to her mid back. She lightly traced the scars there, “I should have known,” she whispered angrily. Vaggie listened intently as she heard the rustle of fabric behind her. “You were so broken and lost when I met you… I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner.”
“No, Charlie, you’re not—“ she gasped, a harsh thrust against her making her jump. She bit her lip, her teeth threatening to break the skin. “You’re perfect,” she whined, “so perfect.”
Something hard and hot pressed against her.
Charlie hummed, the hand not at her spine kneading at her ass. “I like when you grovel,” she purred. “I want you to beg for it.”
Vaggie moaned desperately into the sheets as the searing hot hardness swiped slowly through her folds.
It was rare Charlie shifted forms during sex. She’d lose a little control, her horns and tail appearing during moments of passion more often than not. But to fully shift herself…
She’d only experienced it a few times. Charlie loudly proclaimed how much she hated it, that it was a side of her that was nearly impossible to control. When she did shift, it was usually during times of extreme stress, frustration, or incredibly hot, steamy, breath-stealing fuck sessions.
She had a feeling this fit all of the criteria.
She pressed herself back against her girlfriend. “Please, Charlie,” she whined pathetically, her insides squeezing around nothing, her skin hot.
Vaggie felt the tip circle her clit once, twice.
“I don’t know if you deserve it,” Charlie growled behind her. “You lied to me. You used me.”
Vaggie pressed back harder, the hand between her shoulder blades gripping her with its claws. “I never used you,” she fought against the lump in her throat, “I love you, Charlie. I love you, I love you, I love you,” she all but sang.
The tip moved to her entrance. It slowly pressed inside, sinking to the first ridge before stopping. She ground against it, trying desperately to take more. She needed more.
“Do you?” Charlie slid more inside her, the second ridge nudging at her entrance. “Show them to me.”
Vaggie slowly unfurled her wings, her skin searing as it opened. She stretched them out to their full size. Charlie ran her hand over her feathers, sifting through them slowly. “So beautiful,” she praised quietly. She sunk a little further into Vaggie. The second ridge passed easily enough, only making her shift slightly on her knees, but the third proved more difficult. Vaggie rocked against it, moaning pathetically. Charlie held her still, “to think you kept these to yourself for so long.”
“I didn’t know,” she panted, her walls sucking at Charlie’s cock. “I thought they were gone. Stolen.”
Her girlfriend hummed. She traced a feather with her finger. “You’ve always been beautiful. Amazing. Perfect. I thought myself so lucky to have you. I still do.” She bottomed out, the final ridge seating inside with an audible pop. Vaggie groaned, her body almost unable to handle being so full. “I never thought you would hide something like this from me. That you would kiss me so softly, filling me with such joy, yet lying to me the entire time.” She pulled out, leaving the tip inside.
“I’m sorry,” Vaggie moaned, already missing her.
Charlie snapped her hips forward, making her breath leave her in a rush as she was suddenly filled again. “I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry!” She pulled back out, ramming into her and setting a brutal pace. Her hand retreated from Vaggie’s wings, both palms settling on her waist. Charlie worked her in sync with her thrusts, pulling out nearly completely before pounding back inside.
Vaggie fisted at the sheets, her jaw going slack as she was fucked. She moaned loudly, her voice echoing back in her ears, intertwining with the harsh snarls of the demon behind her.
Each thrust made her spasm. The sound of her wetness filled the air, each slap of Charlie’s hips against her ass reverberating off the walls. She pressed her knees down to thrust back on her girlfriend’s cock, hating how much she was enjoying being treated like a plaything. She hated how much she believed she deserved this. She hated how much she wanted this.
Charlie leaned over her now, placing her palms to either side of Vaggie’s ribcage. With a better angle, she fucked her faster, snarling and hissing at each pass of her cock. “So tight,” she ground out, her brow furrowed, “so wet. You like being fucked like this, don’t you? Letting me use you. You like my cock inside you.”
Vaggie gasped, her lower gut tying itself in a white hot vice. She wailed, tears in her eyes as she climbed higher and higher. Charlie bit along her shoulders hard enough that she felt her teeth break flesh.
Within two more pumps she was cumming. She cried out, sobbing into the mattress, as her spine flexed. Her wings sputtered, beating against the headboard and sheets.
“So soon?” Charlie nipped at the conjunction of her wings and back, her lips pulled into a grin. “And here I thought an exorcist could take more.” She chuckled. It was dark and heavy, like venom dripping from a viper’s mouth. It sent sparks down Vaggie’s spine.
Charlie didn’t let up. Her hot, panting breath cascaded down her back, her growls shaking the room. She continued to use her, chasing her own high and not caring how loudly Vaggie wept. She bit and sucked, her tongue passing over each wound and gathering her golden blood like a starving animal.
Grunting, the demon fisted at Vaggie’s hair. She threaded her fingers through it and pulled. Her neck arched back, the blonde biting along her throat. “I’m going to take everything from you,” she hissed, her voice echoing in a thousand tones, “just as you did me. I’m going to fuck your little angelic brains out.”
“Yes,” Vaggie cried, unable to stop herself. Her whole body rocked with Charlie’s, bouncing with each mind-shattering thrust. She was burning up, her earlier orgasm peaking and falling as quickly as it came. Just as before, she was climbing again. “Use me,” she begged, “fuck me!”
Charlie gripped her jaw, her breath steaming from her lips. “I don’t take orders from you,” she continued thrusting, “you’re mine. You belong to me, the princess, no one else. You’re my little cockslut.”
Vaggie felt her whole pussy spasm.
Her girlfriend must have felt it, too, because she started laughing. “You like being owned, don’t you? You enjoy taking my cock, love feeling it stretch you.” She angled her hips, finding a way to go impossibly deeper, “How poetic; Heaven’s trained little soldier drooling pathetically as a demon fucks her.”
She writhed, everything feeling all too much and yet not enough at the same time. It all felt so good, so right, and yet she was grasping at straws to piece it all back together to what it once was. “Yes,” she cried out again, “I’m yours! Only yours!”
“I’d bet you’d take my knot,” Charlie snarled. Vaggie’s whole body trembled at her words. “You’ve never been able to before, so tight and pretty,” she hummed, “but like this? At my mercy? I could force it inside and you wouldn’t even be able to stop me. I could make you my little breeding bitch.” She hammered against her, the air sizzling around them. Vaggie was practically melting, preening at each filthy thing she said. “Wouldn’t that be a sight to see; an angel carrying the bastard heir to the throne.”
Charlie’s thrusts were cruel and hard, tearing her apart one stroke at a time. She wanted more. She needed more. If that’s what Charlie wanted, she’d do it. She’d give her a thousand bastards. She’d accept every drop of seed she’d give her.
“I’m going to breed you,” Charlie hissed, her cock twitching. “I’ll parade you around; rounded with my child, carrying my claim in your womb. Heaven will know who owns your pretty little cunt.”
“Please,” Vaggie begged her, “please give it to me! I’ll take it!”
Charlie continued to fuck her, her thrusts becoming erratic. Vaggie could feel the beginning of her knot with each pass. She sobbed, desperate for it now. It was all she wanted. She wanted to be filled, to feel Charlie cum inside her and knot her.
The thrusts slowed.
“… I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her eye widened.
That wasn’t Pride. Or Lust. Or even Wrath.
It was Charlie.
“I never want to hurt you,” she whispered, kissing her neck so tenderly it made her ache. “I love you.”
Vaggie tugged at her bindings, the chains clacking quietly. She wanted to hold Charlie, to press her face closer and run her hands through her hair. But she’d disturbed the Sins and they weren’t satisfied yet. “I love you,” she echoed back. Her voice was rough, full of the tears she was trying to fight. “I love you, Charlie. I’ve always loved you.”
She felt her girlfriend start to pull out.
“No!” She pushed her hips back. “Knot me,” she turned her face against the sheets, looking over her shoulder as best she could. Charlie was looking down at her with sad crimson eyes. “Knot me,” she repeated, “I want it. I want you. All of you.”
Charlie frowned, her cock twitching, still half inside. “It hurts you,” her brows furrowed.
“I told you not to hold back. I trust you. Now trust me.” She gave her a soft smile, “I can take it.”
Her girlfriend’s eyes shifted, the gold returning. She leaned over, pressing another achingly tender kiss to her cheek.
Then she started thrusting again.
Vaggie whined, gripping the bedspread as she was brutally fucked into. Her body bounced, the headboard shaking. Her lower gut twisted tight with white-hot pleasure.
“I love you,” Charlie moaned behind her. “Vaggie… my Vaggie…” She pressed her knot to her entrance, her cock pulsing.
She felt her body fight it. It was big, too big for her, but she was determined to take it. She pressed back, feeling herself begin to stretch. It burned, her muscles shaking as she bit down on her lip once more. She could do this. She could take all of her girlfriend. She could.
Slowly, painfully, it pressed into her. More and more she stretched, her pussy spasming around it. She never thought it would end. Her insides were on fire.
Charlie rolled her hips forward.
Her knot slipped in, her entrance sealing around it.
“F-fuck!”
She came immediately, her mind going blank and her eye rolling. If she thought she was full before, she was so very wrong.
“V-Vaggie—!” Charlie jogged her hips in short bursts, having no room to actually thrust. She moaned loudly, her claws in her hips. Vaggie felt her cock pulse inside her.
Charlie came with a throaty moan; thick streams of hot cum shooting from her. It was pure heat, as if hellfire had been turned into a liquid. It was wonderful.
Vaggie slumped forward, her muscles giving out. Charlie’s hands held her up, pressing them together as she ejaculated. Vaggie moaned, drooling into the sheets and unable to control herself. She whined, feeling more and more flood into her.
Her girlfriend had cum inside her before, but nothing like this. There wasn’t usually so much, nor was it so hot. It shot inside of her constantly, filling her up and leaving room for nothing else. She jerked and panted at the sensation. If she’d known it would feel like this, she would have let Charlie knot her years ago.
“I love you,” Charlie gasped. She leaned over Vaggie, planting open mouthed kisses along her shoulders as she continued to cum. “I love you so much.” She sounded like she was crying.
Vaggie swallowed, trying to find the ability to talk between her own moans. She sucked in a breath, losing it as soon as she felt more cum pool into her. “Charlie,” she whimpered pathetically, “I love you… never leave me… please…”
The blonde shook her head, “never,” she promised. “I’m yours, Vaggie.”
She came a third time, no less powerful than the others. Tears fell down her cheek, the pleasure filling her up and becoming too much to handle. She wept openly.
The chains around her lifted, Charlie carefully maneuvering her to her back without pulling from her. Her knot tugged at her entrance, refusing to come out but allowing itself to be manipulated.
Once settled, Charlie kissed her. Slow and soft, with her hands cupping her face, she brushed away her tears with her thumb. “I’m sorry,” she whispered against her lips, “I was too rough with you. I’m sorry.”
Vaggie shook her head, wrapping her legs around her waist. With the new angle they were in, it felt like Charlie was inside her intestines. “You were wonderful,” she threaded her fingers through blonde hair, “thank you.”
“For what?”
“Trusting me,” she clenched around her cock for emphasis, earning another heavy spurt and a gasp from her girlfriend. “I want you to trust me. I won’t lie to you again.”
“I know,” Charlie groaned, shifting her hips forward as she scrunched her face. “Fuck, you feel so good…” She took a deep breath, “I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at myself; I should have known. All the signs were there and yet I kept turning a blind eye.”
Vaggie kissed her cheek, “You were also mad at me. I understand, Charlie, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have kept my past from you, it was just hard for me to come to terms with it.” She held her girlfriend closer, reveling at how perfectly their bodies fit together. “I love you so much… and I had spent so long slaughtering your citizens. How could I hold your hands knowing my own were covered in the blood of your people?”
Charlie leaned her forehead against her sternum. Her breath was warm and soft. “I wouldn’t have let you go. Not for that.”
“You’re the princess of Hell,” Vaggie frowned, “I didn’t expect you to want me by your side after that.”
“I want you forever.” She pressed her lips between her breasts, “I want you always.”
“I’m never leaving you,” Vaggie pet her hair. “I’ll spend my life being your partner.”
Charlie shook her head. “I want more than that… I want you to be my queen one day.” She looked up, their eyes finding each other. Vaggie’s breath was caught in her throat. “I want you to sit the throne with me. I can’t do it without you.” She held Vaggie’s hip in her hand, gently pulling their pelvises flush together. “I don’t want to do it without you…”
Vaggie hummed at the movement, her head going back into the pillows. She was so full…
“If you’ll have me,” she husked, her body thrumming and her heart swelling, “Then I’m yours. Forever.”
“Forever,” Charlie agreed.
The blonde shifted back, “I’ll pull out now. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I have.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around her, pulling her back down. “No,” she shook her head, grinding into her, “don’t stop.”
“But… doesn’t it hurt?”
“Yes but,” she grit her jaw, “it also feels so good… Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”
Charlie pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, smiling against her. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered.
“Were you serious?”
Charlie frowned. “About what?”
“Earlier,” Vaggie palmed at her stomach, feeling the slight bulge of her girlfriend inside her. It sent a thrill down her spine. “About… wanting me to carry your heir.”
“Oh.” Charlie blushed prettily, the shade of rose reaching the tips of her ears. She cleared her throat. “Not right now, obviously.” She shifted down, bending awkwardly just so she could plant a small kiss along the top of her stomach. “But maybe one day. If you want to.”
“I’d like that,” Vaggie smiled. She stroked Charlie’s cheek. “I’d like to have a family with you.”
“One day,” Charlie promised. “But not today. We have too much on our plate as is.” She sat back on her knees, lifting Vaggie’s hips. She began to gently thrust forward, setting a short and smooth tempo. She gave a smirk, her eyes flashing, her Pride returning in full force. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t practice.”
Angel sat in the dining hall picking mindlessly at his omelet. It was unusually quiet this morning. It disturbed him.
Most mornings were a little on the noisy side. Charlie would be singing loudly as she cooked, Alastor tapping out a steady beat with his cane as he read the newspaper at the table, his eyes shifting to the stove at each hiss to double check the meal. Pentious would argue with his eggs, fussing over them as he straightened their outfits. Vaggie would be making coffee, careful not to spill any cups as Charlie would inevitably spin her around in a quick dance, both of them giggling. Nifty would be scuttling underfoot, sweeping and mopping any spilled food, occasionally trying to steal a sip from someone’s mug. Husk would be nursing a headache, and Angel would be groaning at all the loud noises.
But this morning, after last night… after yesterday…
No one was up.
He had hoped to at least see Charlie. He knew she was upset when they all went to bed last night, her eyes trailing away from Vaggie and her face pulling tight. The revelation of her being an angel was rough to say the least.
He’d heard shouting and banging from their room as he laid in bed all night long. He’d wanted to cry, his heart whimpering pathetically as they fought. He didn’t want them to fight. He gave the two lovebirds shit constantly, but he’d be lying if he didn’t say their relationship was his top priority. He’d known them for so long, had made disgusted faces at them when they stole kisses or held hands. But deep down he’d be swooning, enthralled by their adorable romance.
He didn’t want them to break up. He needed them to be together for some reason. As if part of his sanity relied on their ability to be a happy and loving couple. He needed them to be disgustingly in love. Hell, he wanted them to get married already.
He sighed at himself. Sometimes he felt like a kid watching their parents fight.
He pushed his plate away. He didn’t think he could stomach it anymore.
Looking around the empty dining hall, he felt his chest shake. Surely Charlie wouldn’t break up with Vaggie over this? Yeah, it was a bit of a big deal to lie about being an exorcist, but couldn’t the princess see how much it ate away at her? Couldn’t she tell just how in love Vaggie was with her? She put up with both himself and Alastor just for Charlie!
He crossed his arms over the table, leaning his chin against them.
If Charlie broke up with Vaggie, he’d drag the two back together by their hair. He didn’t care if they kicked and screamed; he’d toss them both in a room full of sex toys and lock it. It’s about time they fucked, anyways.
He couldn’t think of a single time they’d done more than steal a quick kiss. Well, there was that one time when he caught them in the hallway, Vaggie pushing Charlie into the wall outside the elevator, but they broke apart like shattered glass as soon as they noticed him. And that was over a year ago, well before Alastor had even joined them. Back when there were just three of them…
He heard the front door open, followed quickly by Keekee’s little meow.
“Good morning, Keekee,” a sweet and melodious voice greeted the cat.
Angel shot up from his chair. “Charlie?” He bounded into the entry hall. The princess looked up from her squatted position as she pet the purring animal, bags hanging from her arms. “Charlie!” He darted forward, hugging her tight before holding her at arms length. He looked her over. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was a little messy in their bands, but otherwise she looked normal. He glanced behind her to the closed door. Vaggie was nowhere to be seen.
“Good morning, Angel,” she gave him a confused smile. “What are you doing up so early?”
He frowned, dropping his hands from her shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep.” He gave a small shrug. “Where were you?”
She started towards the dining hall, Angel following her. “I had to go pick up a few things. I got some snacks and breakfast too, while I was out. Here,” she fished inside one of the bags, pulling out an energy drink. It was his favorite kind. “They were on sale so I got you a couple.”
“I… thank you.” He pulled the tab, taking a sip. It was cool and fizzy with a slightly tart aftertaste. He stopped beside the counter, leaning his back into it, as Charlie began to put away a few of the things she bought. “So,” he started, taking another small drink, watching as she put away more cans and snacks, “I heard a lot of shouting last night…”
Charlie’s shoulders jerked. She swallowed, tipping over a can and struggling to right it. “S-shouting…? From who?”
“You and Vaggie,” he watched her, taking in the nervous twitch of her fingers as she closed the fridge. He looked around the room, making sure Nifty or Alastor or one of the egg boys weren’t lurking in a corner. He leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “Did you two break up?”
“What?” Charlie looked at him with wide eyes. “Why would you say that? Of course we didn’t break up!”
“Then where is she?”
Charlie rubbed at her face with a small sigh. “She’s upstairs, probably asleep still.”
“So she slept in a different room last night?”
“No, she’s in our bed, she just- ugh!” Charlie placed the other bags she had on the counter. She reached up into the cabinets, pulling down a silver tray and a plate. “We didn’t break up and Vaggie is sleeping in our room in our bed. We just… had an argument, is all.”
He observed her as she pulled out a styrofoam container from one of the bags. She opened a nearby drawer, grabbing a fork to start divvying out the food. It was a still hot breakfast sandwich with eggs, sausage, and some sort of sauce, accompanied by two fluffy pancakes. “So you two kissed and made up, right?” He nodded towards the food. “You’re more of a sweets twenty-four-seven type of gal, so I’m assuming that’s for Vaggie. Some sort of apology meal?”
Charlie put the fork down on the tray, taking out some syrup and drizzling a small amount over the pancakes. “You can say that,” she hummed, putting away the syrup from where she got it. “I don’t know why you’re asking; it’s none of your business.” She took out a bottle of sweetened coffee from one of the bags. She placed it on the tray as well.
“None of my business?” He scoffed, “it’s the whole hotel’s business! You two run this whole freak show. You’re like two cogs in a fucked up machine; if one of you breaks, then the other can’t function. We’re on month away from Extermination Day and we need our two fearless leaders. Besides…” He sighed, “you two are… kind of… my friends. And I care about you.” He gave her a sad look, chewing on his lip. “Are you two… okay? I don’t want to have to play referee just because you two can’t just have an angry fuck and get over it.” He gave her a small smirk, pushing down his emotions and locking them away. “Or maybe you should just finally fuck.”
Charlie hissed beneath her breath as she rolled her eyes. Her cheeks were pink. “Don’t be so crass, Angel.” She wadded up the plastic bags, tucking them inside each other before tossing them to the counter. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small white cardboard box and setting it beside the coffee. “Vaggie and I are fine. We talked, we argued, and we said everything that needs to be said. She’s still my girlfriend, we still love each other, and I respect her wishes for not wanting to tell me she was an angel sooner. I understand.” She turned around, balancing the tray carefully. “I talked to Rosie about it yesterday as well. So I already got a second opinion on the whole thing and she agreed with me. We’re okay.”
He followed her as she made her way to the elevator. He pressed the up button for her, sliding inside when the doors opened. She huffed at him but didn’t say anything.
“Good to hear that you both understand each other now.” He tapped his foot, his lips pulling tight as he tried to fight another smirk. “So did you two…?” He held his hands up, making the scissors sign and mashing his fingers together. He rose a brow, “because it’s about time you finally popped that cherry, Charlie.”
“Angel!” She lightly kicked at his legs. “Stop that! What we do behind closed doors—“
“Is totally boring!” He draped himself over her shoulders. She kept the tray steady as it rattled, the elevator slowing down as it approached the upper floor. “You gotta let that shortstack fuck your little demon brains out one of these days.” He poked at her forehead, thoroughly enjoying the scarlet of her cheeks and twitch of her brow. “We both know you’re a bottom, Charlie, and Vaggie would be more than happy to remind you how much she loves you. Let her top you; you’d love it!”
Charlie’s grip tightened. She growled low in her chest, “I am not a bottom.”
“Sure ya are!” He jostled her again, the cardboard box tipping over and thunking against the floor. The elevator door opened. “There’s no shame in it,” he bent down, reaching for the box, “I’m a bottom and you don’t hear me complaining! Come on, Charlie, I’ll even tell you what positions she’ll like.”
Charlie held her hand out for the box, the two of them walking together. “I don’t need your advice, Angeldust. I have everything under control.”
He spun the box idly in his fingers, laughing to himself as he looked at it. “Sure you do, virgin. I bet you’re going to go in there, give Vaggie her breakfast, and just talk about… your… feelings…” He swallowed, reading the front of the box as they now stood in front of Charlie’s bedroom door.
Plan B.
Charlie took the box from him with a calm swipe. “Like I said,” she smiled, opening the door, “I have everything under control.” She gave him a devilish wink, stepping inside. She left the door open behind her. “Vaggie? Baby? I brought you breakfast.”
He stood, dumbfounded, and watched. His brain was spinning like a top.
Vaggie sat up from her position on the bed, her hair brushed back from her face and standing at odd angles. She held the blanket to her chest, craning her hickey and bite-ridden neck to accept Charlie’s soft kiss.
“Good morning,” she purred.
“Feeling better? Still sore?” The princess gave her a second light kiss. “I brought you this,” Charlie held up the contraceptive, “I thought we should be extra careful since… well, you know how birth control is.”
Vaggie took the box, opening it slowly. She frowned. “Only one?”
Charlie set the tray atop Vaggie’s covered legs, sitting beside her on the bed. “Should I have got more?”
“You should have bought their whole stock,” Vaggie grinned. She looped her arms around Charlie’s neck. “We’re gonna need them.” She kissed her deeply, Charlie’s hands circling her waist. The angel pulled back a hair, her face splitting in an eager smile. “Round seven?”
“I thought it was six?”
Vaggie shook her head, “I’m counting the blowjob before you left.”
Charlie hummed, nodding. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes turning gold. “Shut the door, Angel. You’re letting a draft in.”
He nodded, swallowing as he did as she asked.
He stood behind the door for a moment. He blinked rapidly, still not believing what he just witnessed. What he just learned.
So all that shouting last night… was actually…
His brain came back to life. “Have you two been fucking this entire time?!” He fisted at his hair angrily. His eyes widened, realizing they had and they’d never told him. That he’d never put two and two together or even caught them in the act. He beat his hand against the door, “You’ve been plowing each other all these years and you never told me?! I thought we were friends!”
Vaggie’s voice echoed through the thick oak. “Go away, Angel!”
“Fine!” He growled, stomping away. He got in the elevator, huffing to himself angrily, marching out of it once it opened and heading for the front door.
He passed a confused and sleepy looking Husk. “Where are you going in such a rush?”
“To the pharmacy!”
“Why?”
He threw open the front door, fuming. “To burn their entire stock of Plan B. Are you coming or what?”
Husk chuckled, stretching his arms above his head. “Somebody you hate having a kid?”
“No; those two bitches,” he pointed to the ceiling, “are avoiding one!”
Husk cocked his head.
“I’ll explain in the car; come on!”