kill you with a kiss

charlotte avery dearing ; portland local taken twenty-eight trips around the sun 09.23.1990 BSN, RN, Oncology Unit brotherless

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer stclaire·

Sawyer chuckled against Charlie’s lips, pressing a gentle kiss against them before pulling away to shake his head, unable to fight the grin edging across his features. “Mmm, Thai sounds good,” he complimented, already eager to be making his way back home with the promises of what was to come. “Great, so I should pick a movie I don’t want to watch, or at least am fine with pausing immediately,” he smirked, knowing he was probably not even going to make it ten minutes into pseudo-viewing a film before Charlie adequately distracted him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before peering down at her once more, trying not to allow her words distract him from the task at hand - getting ready for work. “You know I have to get dressed, right?” Sawyer teased, reaching up to brush chocolate locks from her face, tender fingertips rubbing at her scalp for a moment before releasing and falling back to her waist. 

“See? You’re already catching on, and it’s only been what? Six months?” Charlie smirked, coy as she attempted to fake the idea that she didn’t know exactly how long they’d been dating. Of course, Charlie knew. She wasn’t the type to forget any date, let alone the date that they were made official. “Yes, pausing the movie immediately is a necessity. I would like to say that we shouldn’t even start a movie, but that’s jumping to conclusions, is it not?” A playful smile tugged at her lips but was soon replaced with a scowl and a low growl from the back of her throat. “Yeah, yeah, I know that you’re going to be leaving for work, when it’s my day off. How dare you?” Of course, Charlie knew he had a job to do. Which, was the reason she’d come over in the morning, knowing she wouldn’t see him until late that same night. Leaning in for a moment, she pressed a chaste kiss to Sawyer’s chin, then lips, before pulling back. “Mmm, should we cut into this cinnamon role now, or...?

[meg-corbyn-deactivated20170201]

Soulmates aren’t rare, they aren’t, you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives.

North Stars though, they are.

[chloebennetdaily]

Chloe Bennet photographed by Maarten de Boer (2018)

[chloebenetts]

You are not cursed. You are not some horrible thing. I know because you taught me that I wasn’t. You convinced me that I had a purpose. That maybe my life wasn’t over, but just getting somewhere.  Please let me do the same for you.

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer-stclaire·:

Strong arms wrapped around her lithe form and pulled her in, settling around her hips as Sawyer ignored the little ways she made his heart beat a little harder against his chest. He smirked at the look Charlie was giving him, the same one that had given him butterflies when he had first met her in that too-bright hospital room, entrancing him even then. “Mmm, hours of toe curling pleasure?” Sawyer all but growled back, a hand dropping to take a full grab of her ass without warning, the following grin lighting up his features almost feral as he left his palm there. “Or maybe your wonderful boyfriend picking up dinner on the way home for a movie night, and you either get to pick what we’re eating or what we’re watching?”

A loud, sudden squeal parted her lips and laughter quickly replaced the comfortable quiet that had grown in between their whispered words as Sawyer’s hand grabbed her ass. Charlie would always admit it; she loved when her boyfriend was handsy, showing the caveman-esque pieces of himself. She appreciated the honesty in his actions, and it made her the slightest bit more confident in the way he felt about her; both intellectually and physically. “Well, besides hours of toe curling pleasure, which I would never say no to,” Charlie smirked, knowing it was absolutely the truth. “Mmm, I could go for that, but you know my choice is always going to be Chinese, and if I eat one more night of Chinese, my hips are going to grow wider and I’m going to gain more weight. Both of which I don’t want.” Call it cosmetic, but Charlie took pride in keeping her body in shape, even if she baked too many sweets for it to be logical. However, that didn’t mean that she didn’t indulge in junk food because, believe it, she did. “How about,” she leaned in, peppering kisses along his jawline, dipping down to his lips, ghosting her lips across his. “Thai, and you choose the movie that we’ll watch the first ten minutes of, long enough to finish our dinner, before I beg for sex?” 

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer stclaire·

“Work only steals us from ourselves,” Sawyer teased back with a chuckle, preening under the light touches of affection across his face, the wide smile across his lips making evidently clear his delight at her tantalizingly close presence. If it hadn’t been for each other, Sawyer knew both of them would be working the same crazy hours, picking up shifts left and right to fill the constant voids that insomnia left in their individual lives. Being together had deterred that only slightly. if anything making Sawyer feel guilty about picking up a shift when he could spend time with his beautiful girlfriend instead.

His hand reached up to catch hers before it left his face, pressing a warm kiss to the center of her palm as he got caught in the swirling chestnut whirlpools of her eyes. “If you’re good now though, maybe I can reward you later,” Sawyer purred provokingly, cocking an eyebrow for good measure as he continued to play with Charlie’s hand in his own.  

“Okay, Shakespeare, if that’s what you want to believe,” Charlie rolled her eyes playfully, but knew Sawyer was right. Before they began dating, she would work back to back shifts without hesitation; it was a coping mechanism after Owen’s death, but merely shifted into a way of life after a while. Was it healthy? The jury was still out, but even Charlie knew the true answer. However now, she often thought about Sawyer and spending time together rather than picking up a random shift that would interrupt a night off. A soft smile caught at the corner of her lips as his lips met the palm of her hand, sending a warm race of shivers down her spin, pooling in her stomach. “I’m not working today, so I’ll be available later,” she hummed as her eyes slowly closed, enjoying the comfort of his presence, imaging the reward he would give to her. “You’re going to be the death of me,” Charlie whispered, her voice soft as she took a step closer, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. “You know what I would love later more than anything?” Her eyes fluttered open as she peered up from behind thick lashes, curious what his answer would be.

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer stclaire·

Boiling hot water splashed into the cylinder before Sawyer shut the lid tightly and set the handy timer attached for ten minutes, the usual steeping time for the roast he had picked. Tiny palms encircled his waist unexpectedly and Sawyer grunted his surprise before leaning back earnestly into Charlie’s touch, the heady tone of her voice nearly sending shivers down his spine. He turned wordlessly, gazing down at her for a moment before deciding to hush her with a kiss on the lips. The blond mumbled against them, repressing the grin itching at his lips against hers, “You think you’re easy to leave?” He pulled back enough to give her a parting peck on the lips, tilting his head back up so he could see her face, the doting look in his eyes unencumbered by the bags underneath caused by his recent sleepless nights. 

“You have me for breakfast, but I really have to go into the clinic today, so no funny business, missy,” Sawyer chided, although not moving away from the pleasant weight of her against his skin. He booped her nose lightly with the tip of his finger before reaching an arm around her lithe form to pull her closer, calmly enthralled by their proximity. 

A pleased smiled lifted at the corners of her lips when Sawyer leaned into her touch, although there wasn’t much doubt in Charlie’s mind. After six months of being official, it was easier to read the man who -- in the beginning -- seemed more like a wild mustang than a tamed stallion. “I don’t know, Sawyer, you tell me. Am I easy to leave?” Her gaze drifted along this heavy eyes, an unspoken frown touching her features for a moment. It was unspoken, but it was easy to pick out the nights he wasn’t sleeping, and Charlie could only assume the same for him. Had he known, the moment she stepped into his apartment, that she hadn’t slept the night before? Instead, up baking all night. Before she could get sucked too far into the rabbit hole, she was brought back to the present by his soft voice. “Funny business? What ever are you talking about? You just set the timer for -- let me guess -- ten minutes? So that means we have nine and a half.”  As he tugged her in closer, Charlie brought a hand up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beating beneath her fingertips. “Can you blame me for wanting to spend ten minutes in bed with you? Plus, I don’t know how you can say no to me. I thought I was irresistible.” Soft laughter bubbled to the surface as she leaned in closer, nudging herself onto her tiptoes, and pressing her lips to his chin, lips, the tip of his nose. “Work is stealing us from each other, you know.” 

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer stclaire·

“Mmm, the cinnamon rolls,” Sawyer echoed, his voice dark and sticky like molasses rolling off his tongue as he leaned in, capturing her lips eagerly in his own, her wish being his command. Her presence was a warm and welcoming addition to his morning, especially with baked goodies in tow, and Sawyer wanted nothing more than to call his clinic receptionist and feign sickness, at least until lunch. Sadly though, he and Charlie had used up that excuse within the first month of dating, and Linda would happily start lecturing him about topics that he didn’t deem appropriate in the work place. 

He cupped her cheek for a moment as he pressed his body closer to hers, savoring the tantalizing scent of lavender and vanilla rising from her neck. On cue, the tea kettle began to whistle from the other side of the room, and Sawyer pulled away from Charlie even though every molecule of his body ached for him to press closer once more. Self control was bred into him from a young age thanks to the Army, and with a smirk, he backed away, padding his way back over to the hot water literally shrieking for his attention. Sawyer focused on the slowing of thuds between his ears as his pulse began to slow, the shadows of his desire still lingering on his face, even if Charlie couldn’t see it.

“The cinnamon rolls can wait, and certainly can be reheated,” Charlie managed to whisper just as his lips captured her again, whisking her thoughts away from food and on the track of having him in bed. Slowly, her legs snaked around the back of his thighs and locked him into place, drawing him closer. It was only a mere moment later as the kettle began screaming from the stove, and a loud huff parted her lips. “Damn kettle,” she groaned, throwing her head back in a dramatic fashion, staring up at the ceiling as her racing pulse distorted her vision.  No, no, no. He was not going to leave her high and dry, that wasn’t fair. Once his back was to her, Charlie quietly lowered herself off the counter and padded silently across the kitchen until she could wrap her arms around his torso, both hands falling to his waist, toying with the drawstring on his sweats. “You think you’re getting away that easy?” Her dark voice held a tense desire, only one Sawyer could ever fulfill, before dropping to a quiet plead. “Turn around, Sawyer...”

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer stclaire·

Sawyer chuckled along with Charlotte, unable to bat an eye considering his own caffeine addiction. Two tours of Iraq left him with different necessities than most civilians, a staple of which being an unsettling amount of coffee to fuel him through the day. Turning away from the stove, he easily crossed the kitchen in a few easy strides, not ignoring the unsaid invitation to be closer to his girl as Sawyer stepped between her legs. 

“It sounds like you want us to take breakfast back to bed?” Sawyer purred, warm palms settling just above her knees, hooded blue eyes already darkening with intentions. One hand lifted to gently tuck a lock of chocolate curls behind her ear, fingertips lingering before resuming their position on her thigh. Any moment, the tea kettle would whistle, calling him away, but for now he would enjoy the soft heat radiating off her in the brisk air of his kitchen.

There was zero denying the unspoken invitation Charlie had spoken between them as she hinted at being in bed with him; who wouldn’t? Her boyfriend was every woman’s dream man and, she’d be crazy to not want to spend every waking second in bed with him. Even when they weren’t having blissful sex, she enjoyed being tangled in the warmth he offered. Plus, she received a great amount of pleasure in teasing the idea to him.  A quiet gasp parted her lips as the warmth of his hands seeped through the thin material of her leggings, enough to where she could feel his fingertips twitching against her skin. A low moan bubbled from the back of her throat as her dark eyes sought out his much lighter baby blues, a smirk coy on her lips. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to having you in bed right now, that much I know. Although, I assume we would make a mess out of the cinnamon rolls.” Which, admittedly, she wasn’t worried about. Lifting a hand to his wrist, her slim fingers circled low on him arm, before she began sliding her hand the length of his arm, until she met his shoulder. “I could use another kiss though, to warm me up.” 

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer stclaire.·

“Couldn’t taste that at all,” Sawyer chuckled as he shook his head, releasing his grip on the younger brunette as he stepped past her, making his way toward the kitchen. He had a normal coffee pot for occasionally making bulk amounts, usually when he was accommodating Charlie’s obscene intake early in the mornings before they both left for work after one of their frequent sleepovers. Today though, he opened the cabinet above the stove to retrieve his French press and kettle, wordlessly deciding his better half deserved a special treat since she was kind enough to bring him breakfast.

“I would’ve killed a man for a cinnamon roll in Iraq,” Sawyer joked along lightly as he began boiling water in the kettle, opening a nearby cabinet to grab a bag of maple bourbon coffee, prepping the French press in practiced movements. He glanced over his shoulder to shoot a smile at his companion, “How was your morning, beautiful? Surprised you didn’t bring my best buddy by.”

“It should come as zero surprise to you that I have to chug many ounces of coffee in the morning but to function as a normal human being.” It no longer surprised her the reasons her hands would slightly shake in the morning after consuming the first cup of coffee, and by the third she was as steady as ever; although, it seemed it should’ve been the other way around, surely. Turning slightly with her back to the counter, Charlie effortlessly lifted herself to sit on the counter, legs dangling over the ledge, as she watched Sawyer follow through the motions of making coffee. “You would’ve killed for anything wasn’t a MRE, much less a delicious cinnamon roll. Plus, no one makes them like I do.” After Owen’s death, Charlie took up baking in the early hours of the morning when insomnia was a bitch to fight, and even though it still lingered to this very day, she had found a way to cope: baking. A devilish smirk played at the corner of her lips as she shrugged, feigning a mock display of jealousy. “I offered to bring him, but he turned down the chance to see his best buddy. I guess he prefers the bed, instead. Sounds like we have similar taste.” 

[charlie-dearing]

sawyer st. claire·.

Sawyer heard her before he saw her, a wide grin immediately illuminating his features as he dropped from the pull up bar situated in his closet doorway. Quickly swiping at the sweat accumulated on his forehead, he reached for his bedroom door and he called down the hallway, “Coming!” 

The smell of cinnamon hit him in a gentle wave, a smile still lingering on his lips as he made his way towards her. Sawyer’s arm reached out to curl around her waist, bringing her body closer to his and pulling Charlie in for a deep ‘good morning’ kiss, the familiar taste of sweetened caffeine on her tongue. “Coffee?” he asked, gazing down at her, both an observation and a question he already knew the answer to. 

Without needing as much as an invitation, Charlie safely set the hot baking dish down on top of the stove and slipped out of her signature leather jacket. The crisp, fall mornings were still chilly, but by mid-day a long-sleeved shirt was truly all one needed. However, those days were coming to an end soon, and before long it would be time to break out the heavy-duty winter gear. Once he confirmed he was indeed in the apartment, she broke out into a wide grin, and peered around the corner and down the hallway as he came strutting out from his bedroom. Allowing herself to be pulled in closer, the effect Sawyer had on her was almost immediate. She felt herself sigh into the kiss and leaned in on her tip toes to deepen the kiss, only for a split second. “As if you had to ask,” she smirked, nodding. “I can’t leave the apartment without having coffee. It’s physically impossible, and practically a law of physics.” 

[charlie-dearing]

Nudging the door open with her hip to ensure she didn’t drop the glass dish she held tightly in her hands, Charlotte began talking long before she even spotted her boyfriend. “So don’t hate me, because I know in the Army there are strict eating habits and what not, but I couldn’t help but bake cinnamon rolls this morning and I might’ve brought you some...and myself a second.” As  she made her way deeper into his apartment, she frowned when he didn’t appear. “Sawyer?” @sawyer-stclaire

[written-in-pen]

We need to get you home,“ He says, attempting to keep me steadily standing. “No,” I groan, “you don’t understand.” His eyes roll before asking, “What don’t I understand?” “I am home,” I hiccup, letting a giggle follow, “You are my home.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[suspend]

I’m sorry if I call you at 3 am. I just want to hear your voice.

3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[holaitsliza]

And at night, tears replaced anger, making her feel lonelier than she really was.

L.R. excerpt from a book I’ll never write

[wordsnquotes]

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Joanne Harris

[charlie-dearing]

❤ 57 likes nursecharlie it’s been three years since I heard your laugh, listened to your obnoxious impersonation of me, or asked you for advice. I miss you, and that’ll never change @owendearing view all 34 comments