A lesson in temperance, please esplain 😌
i am still on hiatus and i am looking at the other messages in my inbox like :’) but i will answer them at some point but i do feel like talking about my planned stories
a lesson in temperance is a chaptered (eventual smut) story i’m interested in writing for charlie and for nat. it follows them as they go home from a night out at an art gallery and is a extended view of how nat seduces charlie.
it’s very self indulgent.
None of the hallways, none of the larger rooms, finds her lovely companion. There are far too many heartbeats to crowd out the gentler, fonder heartbeat that she knows better than her own. Nat frowns. Her fingers clench her clutch tighter. If it comes to it, she could of course simply call Charlie… despite the idea of trying to wrangle with that blasted piece of technology being such an unsavory one.
She’s nearly ready to do that and tuck herself away in a quieter corner when she catches a whiff of Charlie’s perfume. Sweet jasmine and rose, undercut with spicy ginger.
It’s just a tease of her, an echo of her passing. Nat follows, her frown softening to a smile and her previously worried stride slowing to a more luxurious stroll. The trail winds her away from the sparsely visited rooms to one of the bigger main rooms. It’s louder here too, strikingly different from the murmured conversations in the hallways, several conversations all at once mixing into a nearly raucous cacophony. Nat picks her away around shoulders jutting into the walkway and passing individuals until she catches a sliver of gruff, short laugh.