poly_chromatic | 004 ☥ ska me crazy

It was alright. [She steps in, barefoot and searching pockets for something to tie her hair back with.] Almost got up the courage to sing but damn the luck, the list was full.

[Charlie's certain she can't sing, anyway. Even if she actually can. And she's still in a good mood, too.] And there was no squealing. Just flailing and celebratory shots. In case you were wondering.

[Is it...is it time for hugs now? Charlie's not sure. It's Ed's call here, really.]

Well considering how much singing was going on today I'm pretty sure that was a good thing anyway. I don't even know why you bothered going out to a place with it today of all days in the first place, if you wanted a sing-along you could've just hung around and waited until the music queued up.

[He closes the door behind her, and now he's just kind of...standing in front of her, too close to really be normal distance but not really doing anything about it either. He looks like he's trying to decide what to do here and is at a loss.]

Celebratory though? I'm surprised.

Our theory was this was music we wanted. Much better than having some annoying song about it being friday shoved in my ears. What the hell was that?

[She smiles, shrugs slightly and a hand reaches out to brush his side. Really, no clue what to do or how to proceed. She probably looks as indecisive as he does, once again nervously brushing a bit of hair off of her face before nodding once.]

Yeah. Well...why not? I'm happy. She's happy for me. It made sense at the time.

It was Peter frickin' Vincent, does it actually surprise you?

[There's a visible intake of breath, despite the fact that he doesn't need it, but it's enough to prompt a definitive course of action, at least, because he reaches out to rest his hands on her hips.]

Eh, she's a hard read, that's all. Given your last trip there though, I probably shouldn't be surprised; it doesn't seem like it takes much for you guys to celebrate.

[Smirkedy smirk.]

[She shakes her head, arms loosely going around his waist. This was really okay? She still looks a little uncertain, occasionally chewing her lower lip nervously. And okay, so she might be enjoying his hands on her hips. It's surprisingly nice, his cooler skin a perfect counter to the constant overheat she has going and the change in distance puts her about half an inch away from him. You're okay with that, right Ed?]

Hey, that last trip was to celebrate the desert being gone and all the bullshit that went with it. We were happy to have survived it. And I was happy to not be a statue anymore.

[Did you really have to bring that up, Charlie? She smirks back, though, clearly set on not talking about the desert anymore.] I don't have plans to get that plastered again ever. That was bad.

[Vampirism = weirdly off sense of personal space, but he'd be more than okay with the invasion even if he wasn't already predisposed to be. Unfortunately vampire instincts say one thing about being this close and residual human ones/personal inclinations say something else, so it's not as easy and comfortable as it could be, but. He's absolutely not complaining either.]

So you celebrate by trying to destroy your livers. Yeah, I can see how that would be the logical choice.

[So teasing.]

Don't mock me. [There's not a hint of anger in her voice. It's amusement and there's a finger jabbing ever so gently into his ribs before her arms wrap around him again. She's becoming more and more comfortable with it and seems a bit more relaxed than she was when she first got here.]

I have more opportunities for nights like that here than I probably ever will at home, so I'm taking full advantage.

[Now that she's settled into it he does too, stance less "omg this" and more like it's an everyday thing. Sort of.]

Hey, you're the one talking about drinking until you puke as a good thing.

[Aw, c'mon Ed, you're just jealous you will never be able to do that.

Also you do realize he's not ticklish, McGee, right?]

It's not. It's horrible. [She makes a slight face, shaking her head slightly.] And that wasn't the part I was talking about.

[But that's irrelevant and unimportant and she doesn't feel like going into that anymore because outside of the City her life is crap and it's just her. Now she has people. And Ed. She's officially processed that and quite likes it, honestly.

She also realizes he's not ticklish and is a bit disappointed. Not that she's the type to start a tickle war. It would have just been amusing.]

Did you want to hang around here or get out of the apartment for a while? I'm fine with either.

[Except for the bit where it's almost two AM and she's actually a bit tired.]

[Tickle war, you say? Yeah, have an Ed poking your side just out of curiosity; hey, turnabout is fair play.]

I'm not convinced the air's not going to burst into song again, but I'd be good with whatever. ...Getting kind of late though.

We could always put a movie i--[And the finger in her side gets a faint squeak from Charlie as she twists to get away from the poke. She gives him a mildly annoyed but mostly amused Look before she tries to ignore that and continue.]

We could always put a movie in. I'd rather not have to make a mad dash for home when the sun starts coming up in a few hours.

[Yeah no. Another poke, and a smirk. He's sorry, except he really isn't at all.]

Aww, I didn't know you turned into a crispy critter in daylight too, you should've said something.

I'd be down though.

I'm s--would you stop that?! [She's trying to back away from the fingers poking her, just a hair from laughing. It's hell being as ticklish as she is. She's even fighting to keep a laugh out of her voice now and probably doing a very poor job of it.]

[Nope. There is no escape. The more you squirm the more determined he is to keep poking you, McGee.]

Stop what? You're like the Pilsbury Dough-girl. It's adorable.

[Fucking hell. Charlie's just...trying to make a grab at his hands. Or get away. A combination of both. And she's laughing, still backing away as quickly as she c---oh. Wall. Shit.]

You calling me fat?

[She's joking. Still. He left himself wide open for that one.]

[You...seriously? You know that's not going to work, right? Because he's just going to follow you. And keep poking.]

No, I'm calling you poke-able. It's fun. Like a squeeze toy.

[Nope. Nope, she's had enough. She has his hands, now, and is trying to hold them away from her sides. And the fact that she follows has brought him really, really close which she's now hyper aware of.

Hi, Ed. How are you? There's a Charlie with your hands pulled behind her back and her face about a half inch from yours. And she's staring, both nervous that you're there and almost expectant, like she's hoping for something to come of this but she isn't sure what.]

[Um. Hello. Personal space, where did you go?]

Bitch.

[But he doesn't really mean it; it's more breath than word, and more than half teasing besides. He stares back, uncertain, then seems to almost take a breath to replace the last before closing the remaining space, brushing lips against hers hesitantly, solid enough to be purposeful but brief and light enough where he'll dismiss it as an accident if it doesn't go over well.

It's too soon, maybe, there's a voice nagging as much in the back of his mind, but with what happened in the desert it feels like much longer, like they've known each other forever already. It seems...right somehow.]

Yes. Yes, I am.

[And she has more of a retort, more smart-ass behavior that just comes with the territory of being Charlie but

...did that just happen? Really?

Whoa. Charlie blinks, cheeks flushing from surprise but something in her doesn't give her time to process that at all. It's pure reaction, pure Charlie to just 'do' and not 'think' when she's kissing him back. Her hands have released his wrists and have gone to the sides of his face. She's the one to close the distance again, her kiss a bit more sure than his and lasting only slightly longer before she pulls away a fraction.

Yeah. That just happened. And she's fine with it.]

[He's dropped his hands to her waist again most of the way through, partly for something to do and partly to keep her close, and when she pulls back he looks surprised, as if he hadn't expected...either of their actions, to be honest. But it's a pleased sort of surprised, like a prior thought realized, and he closes the gap again for another, pulls back almost musingly before claiming a second, this one longer, more lingering, before he returns the space with an amused smirk.]

You're still a bitch.

[She grins, still a bit flushed and he could probably hear how much her heart was racing right now. She was enjoying the little surprises today brought. The revelations of feelings between her and Ed. The kissing that just occurred. How it actually felt right. She almost leaned in for another, stopping when he called her a bitch and she leaned back again, eyebrow raised before she shakes her head, trying to pretend that isn't amusing at all.]

Call me that again and I think I'll be done with kissing you for a good long while.

[Lies. Such lies.]

Hey, I'm just saying. Human handcuffs? Kind of bitchy.

[He is so not buying your words, McGee. Not even a little bit. It's why he's grinning so widely, among other reasons.]

And poking me is rude. [Because you totally minded it, Charlie. Whatever. She grins at him, though, pressing a small kiss on his lips.] Besides, what if I'm the type to kick while being tickled?

[She's not. She just squirms and wiggles and flails but no kicking.]

[He leans in after the kiss ends, resting his forehead against hers, and it's a little weird to be looking at her this way but whatever.]

I think I would have noticed by now? Just a thought.

[That's fine by her. She tilts her head slightly and carefully, trying to not break contact. Her nose brushes his lightly and she smiles.] But what if I'm just really good at hiding that?

[Charlie. Don't even try that. It's bull and you know that.]

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