Plus One. How to Catch a Cloud - iii
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
Georgia had been ecstatic to see Ara, so they hugged and gossiped a little as the men slapped each other on the back and walked into the little foyer. Now, they would sit around the table for about half an hour just so that Ara and Charlie had a snack of sandwiches and tea before going to bed.
It was during this light meal Phoenix decided to assign the sleeping quarters for his guests. They had a spare room upstairs and a sofa-bed in the living room with French doors. He offered up the spare room to Ara thinking she would want it, but to his surprise she wanted the living room.
"I’ll take the living room," she said.
"You don’t want a bedroom?"
She blushed as all the attention went towards her. They must think she’s an angel or something for giving Charlie the bedroom, when in reality she knew how comfortable the sofa bed was compared to any regular bed.
"I’m sure, Georgia," she replied.
"Ok, well that’s that. It’s too late to argue anyway. I’m sure Chuck is tired from the drive here. Thanks Chuck for giving my sis a ride here."
"No problem," he said with a yawn.
"Well the rooms are fixed. I folded out the living room bed just so that it was ready for when you guys got here. I also put up shades on the French doors, Ara so at least you have some privacy."
Ara gave a thankful smile to her thoughtful soon-to-be-sister.
"Thanks, Gi. I’ll go now if you guys don’t mind. I just want to change up and go to sleep."
"Let me get your bags," Charlie made the move to get up but she put out a hand to stop him.
"I’ll get the luggage. I can manage. Just give me the keys," he did so, but followed her out anyway.
The other two offered to help, but Ara told them to just go to bed and she’ll make sure the house was locked up for the night and they obliged.
"Go to bed, I can get these myself."
"I’m not leaving you alone at this hour no matter how ‘safe’ people think it is here."
"Aww so sweet," she mocked as she threw his duffle bag at him. Might as well make him useful if he insists.
"Oof."
She smiled a little too sweetly as she walked by him with a bag in each hand.
Damn, what do I have in these bags?!
She heard the slam of the trunk and felt one of her hands being lifted; he was taking the bag away. He succeeded carrying his duffle bag with the shoulder strap, the plastic bag with Phoenix’s birthday present in one hand and her luggage in the other without losing momentum. She walked as fast as she could with the other bag in her hand to keep the door open for him.
"Thanks," he murmured leaving her to lock up the door.
Walking into her temporary sleeping quarters, she found him resting comfortably on the foot of her bed flipping through channels.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I can’t sleep without tv."
"There’s no tv in that room?"
"No."
"I’m not giving up this bed."
"I don’t like mine."
"How do you know, have you even been up there?"
"Yes, I dropped my bag off."
She took a second to really look at him and realized he had changed into comfy jogging pants and a worn out t-shirt. To the side of her bed she saw where her bag had been deposited. Too weary to fight with him, she opened her bags and got what she needed to get changed for bed.
"I better be allowed to sleep in tonight," she muttered as she left the room.
When she came back, Charlie was still at the foot of her bed but had fallen asleep to a black and white re-run of "Get Smart". Growing up she used to watch re-runs that were aired and she loved this part. The cone of silence. She was always laughing so hard when Max insisted the use of the cone of silence thinking no one outside the thing could hear a word they said.
Charlie stirred and she took her eyes away from the tv to note he was about to fall off the bed.
Oh no, she thought and dove for his shirt.
Bad move, she thought as he rolled first to the left but then to the right pinning her down beneath him. Still asleep he locked her in a bear hug, took a deep breath, and sighed as she tensed up. What do I do? Afraid she would suffocate, she lifted her head to get some air, but this meant she’d have to stare into his face. All night.
Oh, I better be allowed to oversleep.
His face was so calm, so innocent, so cute when he was asleep. Void of all creepiness. She couldn’t help it, sleep was hard to come by when she was wrapped in this guy’s arms. The king of creeps. Ok, so he proved that he wasn’t so bad. He was kind enough to drive her, pick out a gift for her brother, feed her and bring in her luggage, but still…Oh no, she stopped herself as she realized she had been gently rubbing his collar bone while deep in thought over the two sides of Charlie.
OH MY GOD!
"OH MY GOD!" She began to push at him as she felt something of his begin to grow against her tummy.
"Charlie, let go of me!" she whispered angrily in his face.
His arms tightened, but released as he looked down to see that he wasn’t dreaming and that he really did have her in his arms. Except, she was thrashing about trying to get out of it, whereas in his dream she looked up lovingly at him. He let go of her, practically pushing her out of his arms. Then he realized what was going on below his waistline.
"S-sorry Ara," he stuttered as he dashed out of the room leaving her alone with a re-run of Be-witched.
Samantha had just cast a spell on her husband without realizing it.
Something in Ara ached because she knew he irritated her, but she knew he didn’t mean to have a hard-on jut then. Heck, he pushed me out of the way when he realized who he held in his arms. Wow, great effect he had on her pride. Hell, it was already 7 a.m. and she hadn’t slept yet. Shutting off the tv she flopped on her belly and tried to get as much sleep as her brain could allow.
After a dash for the washroom, Charlie found himself laying on his back in his room unable to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed he couldn’t find a position comfortable enough. Flipping over one more time he punched the pillow in frustration asking himself how many more times did he have to make a fool of himself in front of his friend’s little sister?
Still at war with sleep, he went down to the front door. He passed by the living room but the tv was off and he figured she needed the sleep anyway. Not the right time to talk about what had happened. Taking the spare key from the key holder, which Phoenix had pointed out, he decided 9 a.m. was the perfect time to go for a walk.
It was during this light meal Phoenix decided to assign the sleeping quarters for his guests. They had a spare room upstairs and a sofa-bed in the living room with French doors. He offered up the spare room to Ara thinking she would want it, but to his surprise she wanted the living room.
"I’ll take the living room," she said.
"You don’t want a bedroom?"
She blushed as all the attention went towards her. They must think she’s an angel or something for giving Charlie the bedroom, when in reality she knew how comfortable the sofa bed was compared to any regular bed.
"I’m sure, Georgia," she replied.
"Ok, well that’s that. It’s too late to argue anyway. I’m sure Chuck is tired from the drive here. Thanks Chuck for giving my sis a ride here."
"No problem," he said with a yawn.
"Well the rooms are fixed. I folded out the living room bed just so that it was ready for when you guys got here. I also put up shades on the French doors, Ara so at least you have some privacy."
Ara gave a thankful smile to her thoughtful soon-to-be-sister.
"Thanks, Gi. I’ll go now if you guys don’t mind. I just want to change up and go to sleep."
"Let me get your bags," Charlie made the move to get up but she put out a hand to stop him.
"I’ll get the luggage. I can manage. Just give me the keys," he did so, but followed her out anyway.
The other two offered to help, but Ara told them to just go to bed and she’ll make sure the house was locked up for the night and they obliged.
"Go to bed, I can get these myself."
"I’m not leaving you alone at this hour no matter how ‘safe’ people think it is here."
"Aww so sweet," she mocked as she threw his duffle bag at him. Might as well make him useful if he insists.
"Oof."
She smiled a little too sweetly as she walked by him with a bag in each hand.
Damn, what do I have in these bags?!
She heard the slam of the trunk and felt one of her hands being lifted; he was taking the bag away. He succeeded carrying his duffle bag with the shoulder strap, the plastic bag with Phoenix’s birthday present in one hand and her luggage in the other without losing momentum. She walked as fast as she could with the other bag in her hand to keep the door open for him.
"Thanks," he murmured leaving her to lock up the door.
Walking into her temporary sleeping quarters, she found him resting comfortably on the foot of her bed flipping through channels.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I can’t sleep without tv."
"There’s no tv in that room?"
"No."
"I’m not giving up this bed."
"I don’t like mine."
"How do you know, have you even been up there?"
"Yes, I dropped my bag off."
She took a second to really look at him and realized he had changed into comfy jogging pants and a worn out t-shirt. To the side of her bed she saw where her bag had been deposited. Too weary to fight with him, she opened her bags and got what she needed to get changed for bed.
"I better be allowed to sleep in tonight," she muttered as she left the room.
When she came back, Charlie was still at the foot of her bed but had fallen asleep to a black and white re-run of "Get Smart". Growing up she used to watch re-runs that were aired and she loved this part. The cone of silence. She was always laughing so hard when Max insisted the use of the cone of silence thinking no one outside the thing could hear a word they said.
Charlie stirred and she took her eyes away from the tv to note he was about to fall off the bed.
Oh no, she thought and dove for his shirt.
Bad move, she thought as he rolled first to the left but then to the right pinning her down beneath him. Still asleep he locked her in a bear hug, took a deep breath, and sighed as she tensed up. What do I do? Afraid she would suffocate, she lifted her head to get some air, but this meant she’d have to stare into his face. All night.
Oh, I better be allowed to oversleep.
His face was so calm, so innocent, so cute when he was asleep. Void of all creepiness. She couldn’t help it, sleep was hard to come by when she was wrapped in this guy’s arms. The king of creeps. Ok, so he proved that he wasn’t so bad. He was kind enough to drive her, pick out a gift for her brother, feed her and bring in her luggage, but still…Oh no, she stopped herself as she realized she had been gently rubbing his collar bone while deep in thought over the two sides of Charlie.
OH MY GOD!
"OH MY GOD!" She began to push at him as she felt something of his begin to grow against her tummy.
"Charlie, let go of me!" she whispered angrily in his face.
His arms tightened, but released as he looked down to see that he wasn’t dreaming and that he really did have her in his arms. Except, she was thrashing about trying to get out of it, whereas in his dream she looked up lovingly at him. He let go of her, practically pushing her out of his arms. Then he realized what was going on below his waistline.
"S-sorry Ara," he stuttered as he dashed out of the room leaving her alone with a re-run of Be-witched.
Samantha had just cast a spell on her husband without realizing it.
Something in Ara ached because she knew he irritated her, but she knew he didn’t mean to have a hard-on jut then. Heck, he pushed me out of the way when he realized who he held in his arms. Wow, great effect he had on her pride. Hell, it was already 7 a.m. and she hadn’t slept yet. Shutting off the tv she flopped on her belly and tried to get as much sleep as her brain could allow.
After a dash for the washroom, Charlie found himself laying on his back in his room unable to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed he couldn’t find a position comfortable enough. Flipping over one more time he punched the pillow in frustration asking himself how many more times did he have to make a fool of himself in front of his friend’s little sister?
Still at war with sleep, he went down to the front door. He passed by the living room but the tv was off and he figured she needed the sleep anyway. Not the right time to talk about what had happened. Taking the spare key from the key holder, which Phoenix had pointed out, he decided 9 a.m. was the perfect time to go for a walk.
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