edge of impulse // charlie&james
James’ feet slid across the cold kitchen tile in a steady pace, squinting at his phone, lazily glancing at posts on the usual social networking sites that he filled his time spare time with. The quiet sound of the popcorn that was popping in the microwave seemed extraordinarily loud, nearly echoing throughout the large kitchen. It was normal for the house to be empty around Christmas, with his dad flying off to New York in time for New Years and with the maids all getting their paid vacation time out of consideration for the holidays. He bit down on his lip, focusing on the distinct popping, counting the seconds between each one. Setting his phone on the counter as he passed it, he quickly raced to the microwave, opening it once the time span between popping increased. He quickly pulled the bag from the microwave, carefully pulling at the designated edges to release the steam. Sam’s voice practically boomed through the kitchen’s intercom, causing James to slightly flinch at the sudden noise. He beamed at Sam’s announcement of Charlie’s presence, consciously stopping himself from sprinting to the front door to greet her. James pressed the button on the small, yet complex intercom system. “I’ll get it.” He said, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth just as Charlie’s knocking gave his body permission to sprint to the front door.
Opening the door, he smiled down at Charlie, who had already been smiling at him. “Hey.” He repeated back to her, playfully mocking her soft tone. Before James could register it, Charlie’s lips were against his and the last thing he wanted to do was protest her new form of greeting him. He smirked against her lips as his hands fell to her waist. Kissing her had become all too familiar and her mouth was no where near as foreign as it used to be. As a matter of fact, nothing about Charlie felt foreign anymore. Every bit of her company felt homely and necessary. There were mornings when it took every bit of his will power to even untangle himself from his sleeping friend who had recently taken residency in his bed. A chuckle escaped his lips as he closed the small, yet remaining distance between the two of them. The heat of her body against his was more than enough to push him to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran across her bottom lip, eager for access. Something about Charlie had been different and it only took him a brief moment to put his finger on it. She was… happy? James could almost feel her glee radiating through her ivory skin and projecting itself on to him. He hesitantly broke the kiss, raising a speculative brow. He let out a quiet huff before he cleared his throat, knowing that would be the only way to formulate a verbal response. “What’s the occasion?” He coolly questioned as he took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. “Not that I’m complaining.” He reassured her as he peeked over his shoulder with a sincere smile.
The heat of James’s body made Charlie just want to melt into him even more. Her fingers tangled loosely between his soft, brown curls as he seemed to reciprocate her kiss, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards into a smile as she felt his tongue brush along her bottom lip, causing them to part in response. But then his lips were breaking from hers and Charlie was half expecting everything to stop right there, but the elation filling her being seemed as though it would never allow that, and James seemed far from against the whole matter. Her lingered briefly on her best friend’s face before he was turning and whisking her away. Charlie smiled as he took her hand, their fingers lacing together; the reality of how perfectly her fingers seemed to fit between his making her smile only widen. Despite her blissful state, they always seemed to fit right, just like how her body would fit so well against his. Whether they were two puzzle pieces, or two pieces pieces fitting together, they did, despite how their personalities could clash. Despite his irritation with her half the time, they made it work, and Charlie couldn’t remember a time where she couldn’t crawl up to James whenever she needed. He managed to tolerate her despite the list of flaws Charlie saw in herself, and she couldn’t be more grateful to have him by her side every day. James was the one person who stuck around in all the years they had known each other, and if Charlie hadn’t been so lost on cloud nine currently, she would’ve gotten a bad taste in her mouth at the thought of losing her best friend, and watching him leave.
She waited until they’d arrived in the kitchen for her to answer his question, giving his hand a tug to stop him and have him turn to her, her body wrapping around his again as she pulled him in for another kiss, her lips moving slowly against his once they’d met. “Mmm.. No occasion, really. You’re just hot. And I wanna kiss you.” The words were mumbled against his lips as her hands slid down from his neck to rest against his chest, curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it, to keep him with her as her body leaned against the counter. She pulled back enough so he could see the slight smirk that was playing on her pink lips, her warm eyes looking into his with an impish glint before falling to gaze upon his lips. “I mean…” She started slowly, her hands sliding down the firmness of his chest to trace a line of her fingertips down the length of his torso. “I want to do…other things with you as well, you know.” Her paced words came to a finish just as her fingers halted at his pants, curling into it’s waistband to tug him closer as her nose nuzzled the skin of his neck, running up the line of his jugular as her lips pressed to his pulse in a slow kiss.
