"I don't think I've ever been so happy."

Jane turned her face toward Charlie's voice. He was up on one elbow, looking down at her, a position he was in frequently, it seemed to her. His eyes were still puffy with sleep, and his hair, of course, was in perfect, sexy disarray.

"I don't think I've ever been so sore," she responded, smiling back at him. 

He immediately stopped smiling, his look morphing comically into one of dismay. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," he said contritely, lying down and pulling her into his body. He rubbed his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. He looked with concern at her body, which was now covered with myriad suck marks, bite marks, and bruises in the shape of his fingertips.

"No," she reassured him. "It's a good sore, like when you get your favorite pony at the riding stables and you go extra long because it's so fun?"

He raised his eyebrow at her. "So I'm the pony in this scenario, I take it?" At her laugh he continued, "Couldn't I at least be a stallion? Hm?" 

And he tickled her by attacking her neck with his mouth, making her squeal as she tried, not very hard, to get away from him.

The tickling quickly turned to making out, this time in the bright light of day, which made Jane feel awkward and shy. Charlie knew, he could tell by how she kept covering herself with the sheets and duvet, and he finally just kicked them off the bed, giving her nowhere to hide.

He looked at her, and Jane was expecting an "I showed you" smirk, so she was surprised to see a serious look of worry.

"Jane." He sat back on his calves so he could see her, all of her, and Jane had to fight the urge to cross her arms strategically across her body. "Oh god, Jane! I wish you could see what I see," he said with a sigh. "You're so, so beautiful." 

She sat up, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "It's not your fault. It has nothing to with how you feel about me," she tried to explain, "it has to do with how I feel about me, do you understand?" She looked up at him finally.

He nodded. "I do understand." He took her hand. "But you have to understand something, too." And he brought her hand close to himself, putting it between his legs. "This is what you do to me with that body that you feel so awful about." And touching him was turning her on, making her feel like she couldn't breathe, like a bunch of butterflies were flying around deep in her belly. "And that's just from looking at you," he said. His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, his breath caught in his throat as he came to life in her hand.

She leaned into him, putting her mouth on him, pushing him back slightly so he was reclining against the pillows. She'd never done this before, so she stopped after a very short time, not wanting to go too far and make a mistake, but she could tell from his smile when she sat up that it felt good, that he was happy with her. 

He pulled her on his lap, putting his arms around her and leaning in to kiss her neck. From there he moved down to breasts, leaning her back so he could see all of her. 

He elongated her torso by lifting her arms over her head, and laved her nipples, giving each one attention and all of his concentration, not stopping until they were fully erect, until they were swollen and a darker color than before because of all the wonderful stimulation.

Jane was gasping by the time he finished, both hands clenched tightly in his hair.

"God, Jane, I can feel how wet you are, and I'm not even inside you yet," Charlie murmured into her mouth. He kissed her, long and hard, putting a hand between them so he could feel her. He put two fingers into her, sinking them all the way to the knuckles, lifting her slightly up off his lap as she moaned. 

He pulled his fingers out and lifted them to his mouth, sucking her off his fingers. Jane watched, then very deliberately pulled them out of his mouth and inserted them into hers. She sucked on his fingers, making him moan this time. He added a third finger, pushing down on her tongue, forcing her mouth open, and watching her do this made him feel like his hair might be catching fire, it was such a turn on.

She was so wet and slick in his lap that he slid into her with no guidance, surprising both of them. Jane started to move, adjusting to this new position. They'd only done it the one way during their nighttime adventures, three or four times, Jane could no longer remember. 

She liked this position. She could see his gorgeous, firm body, she could watch his abdomen tense and relax as she moved, as he moved. She hitched closer, changing the angle so he was hitting her deeper, and she felt a deep satisfaction when his eyes rolled up in his head from the sensation.

He put his hands on her hips, guiding her movements and her speed, watching her intently as she felt her orgasm getting closer with each motion. She'd already learned to recognize the hot feeling of something coiling in her abdomen when she was with Charlie. It was completely different from the feeling she got when she used her own hand, and more exciting simply because it was partially beyond her control, in someone else's hands.

"Come for me, Jane," Charlie encouraged, putting his lips right next to her ear. And "Bloody fucking Jesus, you feel so good when you come," he said a little later, still watching her as she just combusted in his lap, dropping her head as she gripped his forearms.

He sped up his own movements, saying, "God, you feel so good, so good, Jane," as he neared his end. He finally thrust up into her, holding his breath, feeling like the top of his head was going to blow off from how good it felt.

He leaned forward, resting his head on her chest, breathing short, hot breaths on to her breasts.

"Oh my god," he said with a small laugh. "I think my dick exploded or something."

Jane laughed too, clenching down on him. "Don't think so, I still feel something," she responded.

He laughed along with her before saying, "I feel like a shower. You want to shower with me, beautiful girl?" And she could tell he knew how fraught this question was for her. He looked at her, hazel eyes stunning and serious. The thought of being in a brightly lit shower stall with Charlie was scary. In bed, proximity alone made it difficult for him to see her, but in a shower, especially the huge, luxurious shower in this particular hotel, she'd be completely exposed.

Literally.

"Come on, love," he said encouragingly, swiveling his head. "Let's go, hm? I'll close my eyes if you like?"

He was rewarded with a nod and a smile, and they took themselves to the shower, where Charlie did his best to make Jane feel comfortable, and Jane did her best to be comfortable. He traced the bruises he'd put on her body with his hands, again, eyes filled with equal part regret and concern. They were on her shoulders, and the insides of her thighs.

"It's okay," she tried to reassure him. "I bruise really easily, because I'm so pale. I've made Bear cry before."

"He bruised you, and you made him cry?" Charlie asked, lathering up Jane's hair.

She nodded, closing her eyes at the feel of his hands. Like most people, she loved the feeling of someone messing with her hair. "He's a very gentle person," she said, smiling. "Once, we raced to the fridge to get the last popsicle or something, and he pushed me out of the way? The next day we were in the pool and he saw that I had a bruise in the shape of his hand, and he started bawling so hard the neighbors called the fire department because they thought someone was hurt."

She stood under the shower and rinsed her hair, opening her eyes to find Charlie smiling at her.

"I wish I could meet your family," he said.

"And I wish I could meet yours," she replied, returning his smile. "Anna sounds like so much fun."

"Well, she's a little sister, so she can be a right bother at times, but yeah, I like her pretty well most of the time," he replied with a grin.

He turned the water off and they got out, where Charlie began to dry Jane off with one of the hotel's big, fluffy towels, spending an inordinate amount of time on her breasts, which made her laugh. Charlie didn't say anything, but he noticed, and it made him happy. Maybe he could convince her, eventually, of how absolutely in awe he was of her beauty.

Jane started to get dressed, but stopped when she saw Charlie looking at her. "What?" she asked, holding her pants up in front of her. "Am I not supposed to get dressed yet? Is there, like, a morning after etiquette or something that I'm breaching?"

She was his joy. Charlie burst out laughing, going to her and pulling her into his naked chest. "No, my darling Jane Carroway, there's no breach of etiquette happening. You just happen to look particularly cute standing there in your knickers, that's all." He nuzzled into her neck, making her smile.

"Though why are we getting dressed, hm?" he murmured, putting his hands on her hips. 

"Well, your charms are many, I admit," Jane said with a quiet laugh that made Charlie feel warm. "However, I might just die of hunger if I don't get some breakfast in me, pronto."

"You've hurt me terribly, I want you to know," Charlie said, releasing Jane and picking up the phone. "I was perfectly willing to forego nourishment for another go with you, but I see you don't reciprocate my feelings."

"Eat quickly, Charlie McAllister," she responded. It's only ten o'clock, and you don't have to be on set until one, right?"

"A girl after my own heart," he said with his glorious smile.

So he ordered a huge breakfast for them, which they obliterated, then it was back to the bed for more closeness, grasping, murmuring, and whispered words of love and happiness.