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actionreactionHappy birthday to Charlie Fox. Chloe's got a present beneath the cut!
It was Charlie’s birthday. Adam, rather. It didn’t matter that Chloe knew Adam was Charlie’s real name, nor that Charlie was actually Adam’s dead twin brother. He was Charlie to her, and that’s what she called him. Except in certain circumstances.
Like how she'd found out his real name to begin with. She wasn't entirely in control of her psychic ability, not then, not now. But touch often gave her psychic flashes, so it was no wonder that it was with her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails scratching red lines in his back, and her entire body on the brink of climax that she screamed the name Adam instead of Charlie.
Before the edge of panic set in, amidst wondering how the hell she'd figured that out, Charlie came hard, the sound of his real name of her lips tripping him into orgasm so fast it stunned him.
That had been over a year ago, maybe about thirteen months now, only a few weeks before they left Point Hope for Hawaii.
Chloe still really only ever called him Adam when she came, and Charlie wasn't really sure if it was a conscious thing or not. It didn't matter. Shy, reserved Chloe screaming his name was the hottest thing ever, and he wasn't going to press for details. He was usually a bit distracted at the moment in question anyway.
Those moments were getting more frequent now. It was something Charlie noticed before Chloe did. She was four months pregnant now, and her hormones must have been in high gear. It wasn't unusual actually, for a woman beginning her second trimester to, well, be really horny. Charlie certainly wasn't complaining. The gentle curve of her stomach, widened hips, and fuller breasts made him happy as hell, as well as the thought that that was his child growing in her stomach.
And when she rode him hard, shaking and shivering through her orgasm, the screams of 'Adam' becoming breathy whispers, Charlie thought he could never have received a better birthday gift.
It was Charlie’s birthday. Adam, rather. It didn’t matter that Chloe knew Adam was Charlie’s real name, nor that Charlie was actually Adam’s dead twin brother. He was Charlie to her, and that’s what she called him. Except in certain circumstances.
Like how she'd found out his real name to begin with. She wasn't entirely in control of her psychic ability, not then, not now. But touch often gave her psychic flashes, so it was no wonder that it was with her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails scratching red lines in his back, and her entire body on the brink of climax that she screamed the name Adam instead of Charlie.
Before the edge of panic set in, amidst wondering how the hell she'd figured that out, Charlie came hard, the sound of his real name of her lips tripping him into orgasm so fast it stunned him.
That had been over a year ago, maybe about thirteen months now, only a few weeks before they left Point Hope for Hawaii.
Chloe still really only ever called him Adam when she came, and Charlie wasn't really sure if it was a conscious thing or not. It didn't matter. Shy, reserved Chloe screaming his name was the hottest thing ever, and he wasn't going to press for details. He was usually a bit distracted at the moment in question anyway.
Those moments were getting more frequent now. It was something Charlie noticed before Chloe did. She was four months pregnant now, and her hormones must have been in high gear. It wasn't unusual actually, for a woman beginning her second trimester to, well, be really horny. Charlie certainly wasn't complaining. The gentle curve of her stomach, widened hips, and fuller breasts made him happy as hell, as well as the thought that that was his child growing in her stomach.
And when she rode him hard, shaking and shivering through her orgasm, the screams of 'Adam' becoming breathy whispers, Charlie thought he could never have received a better birthday gift.