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The sweat beading on her brow did little to diffuse the early Hell morning heat. Vaggie ignored the trickling trickle of it rolling along her skin, focusing instead on controlling her breathing as she moved through her forms. With practiced grace she pulled her tired muscles into a defensive stance before lunging forward to embed her spear in an imaginary foe. Twisting to her left she danced away from retaliation, crouching into a leg sweep and bringing her spear around to level it at her fallen phantom's head. Breathing hard she stood up, groaning slightly as her muscles whispered of the soreness she’d soon be treated to.
Stepping up to the balcony railing that ran the length of the roof of Charlie’s Estate she gently rested her spear against the iron. As the adrenaline faded she felt the familiar fog of exertion leave her, allowing her thoughts to leak back to the front of her mind.
Looking out over the sprawling crimson beauty of her home and along the hazy spires of Pentagram City she was struck by the contrast to the bloody streets where Charlie first found her. In the back of her throat, she could still taste the cloying, metallic, blood soaked air of Cannibal Town. She nearly hissed as the muscles along her shoulders tingled with the phantom pain of losing her wings. Her heart leaped up into her throat as the shadows along the roof morphed into visions of her nightmares. She did her best to breathe through the sensations, knowing it would subside eventually. Just like she and Charlie practiced she breathed in for five seconds and out for six, over and over, until her heart rate returned to normal.
Continuing to take steady breaths she smiled at the thought of her blonde girlfriend. As much as she despised the memory of how she wound up in hell she was undeniably grateful for just how much her life had changed in only 2 years, thanks to Charlie.
And I don’t deserve any of it. She thought, dropping her eyes from the view. She’s been so patient with me since day one; she basically waited on me hand and foot while I was healing, and she never pushed me to tell her what happened. And when I finally did break down and tell her my edited version of the truth– that I was attacked by some exorcists while trying to save a cannibal child from them– she just held me.
That first year, learning how to just exist and trust that Charlie wouldn’t hurt her, was so unfamiliar. But Charlie made it easy with every smile and every perfectly patient Morningstar moment. Being her friend would have been more than enough but, by some miracle, they had fallen in love. This last year of being her girlfriend was so much more than Vaggie could ever have dreamed. Charlie literally pulled her out of the gutter and Vaggie had never truly been honest with her.
Vaggie sighed at the feeling of the angry, guilt and shame-ridden tears welling in her eyes. I’m such a fucking coward but I can’t risk losing what we’ve built. I love her so much.
She gripped the iron railing and glared up at the sky resolutely. Yes, she was keeping this one, terrible secret. But it was to protect Charlie. It had to be. To tell the Princess of Hell that her girlfriend used to slaughter her people would destroy everything.
So Vaggie would just have to make up for this– her one and only indiscretion towards her perfect love. I will never lie to her about anything else; if I can’t give her my past, I’ll make sure to give her every bit of my present and my future. I’ll be the most perfect girlfriend. I’ll protect her, support her, and love her flawlessly for as long as she’ll have me.
Vaggie shook off the remnants of her panic attack and wiped away the lingering tears, before grabbing her spear, dismissing it back into the pocket dimension it called home. She made her way down off the roof and through the spacious manor to the kitchen, intent on fixing breakfast before Charlie could get up. Grabbing the necessary ingredients, she worked to make her girlfriend’s favorite breakfast while mentally crafting her plan. Operation ‘Spoil Charlie’ is a go. She thought to herself with a smile.
Twenty minutes later, Vaggie carefully arranged a tray of Charlie's favorite breakfast foods before quickly and silently making her way up to their bedroom. She balanced the tray with one hand, using the other to twist the doorknob before pushing the door open fully with her foot. Vaggie looked up to see the adorable sight of Charlie holding tight to Vaggie’s pillow, face pressed into the fabric with a contented smile on her lips. Vaggie felt her heart swell with adoration and eagerly approached the bed. She set the tray on their dresser before lying gently on the bed, snuggling into Charlie's back.
“Hey, love,” She cooed, breathing in the fantastic scent of Charlie's hair. “Time to wake up.”
Vaggie giggled as Charlie pressed her face further into the pillow for a moment before releasing it, turning over to nestle her face into Vaggie’s neck, practically lying on top of her.
“Hey, snuggle bug,” Vaggie said, pulling Charlie closer with a giggle and placing a kiss on top of her head. “Wakey, wakey. I made you your favorite, honey: rainbow pancakes topped with strawberries, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles, with a side of smiley face eggs and bacon!”
Charlie shifted slightly, snuggling further into Vaggie’s warmth. “Hmmm,” She murmured. “And here I thought that mouth-watering smell was all you,” she husked sleepily, beginning to press light kisses along Vaggie’s neck.
Vaggie couldn’t help the shudder that ran through her body at the sensation of Charlie’s lips on her. She tilted her head slightly, giving Charlie better access, and threaded her fingers through Charlie’s hair, drawing the blonde closer to her. “That flattery will get you everywhere,” she purred, before gasping at the feel of Charlie’s leg slipping between her own, applying just the slightest pressure to her core.
While Vaggie absolutely adored the apparently endless hunger Charlie had for her, she had yet to be given the chance to reciprocate that passion in the months since their relationship had finally crossed the line into physical intimacy.
Charlie was a phenomenal lover: patient, attentive, and endlessly giving. But their lovemaking was always frustratingly one-sided. The blonde was so singularly focused on Vaggie that things tended to end with the gray-skinned woman lost in such a deep orgasmic haze that she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to cuddle. In the rare instances when she wasn’t treated to enough orgasms to melt her brain, and was able to offer reciprocity, Charlie simply smiled at her and said, “Don’t worry about me, I’m just happy making you happy. I want to make you feel good,” before distracting Vaggie with further expressions of just how thoroughly she enjoyed doing so.
Part of the plan for today was not only to pamper Charlie but also to finally give her back a taste of the passion she’d shown Vaggie thus far. Mustering her resolve, Vaggie pushed slightly at Charlie’s shoulder.
“Much as I love where this is going, your breakfast is getting cold, honey.” She said breathlessly, the words coming out in a half-moan as the blonde nipped at her collarbone.
With a last kiss to the neck, Charlie lifted her head to capture Vaggie’s lips in a chaste though passionate kiss. “Whatever you say, baby,” she said before rolling away. Charlie sat up, stretching out her tired muscles and blinking the last remnants of sleep from her eyes.
As Charlie stretched, Vaggie hopped up, grabbing the tray from their dresser and carefully carrying it over to place it atop Charlie’s lap before joining her in the bed once more with a kiss on the cheek.
“Awww, thank you, love! To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Charlie asked with a grin, eyeing the meal before her hungrily.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you, because you deserve it,” Vaggie replied, tucking some of her hair behind her ear with a blush. “You always do so much for me.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Vaggie, taking care of you is the easiest thing in the world,” Charlie replied, offering Vaggie another smile before happily starting on her breakfast in bed. “Fuck, this is good,” she mumbled around a mouthful.
Step one, a delicious breakfast in bed, is a success. On to step two. Vaggie mentally ticked off her plan.
“So I was thinking that after breakfast we could spend the day together, just kind of roaming around the city, if that’s alright?” She asked, watching, impressed, as Charlie devoured three-quarters of the meal without choking.
“You know I love spending time with you Vags, that sounds fantastic to me.” Charlie replied after swallowing.
“Awesome! I’m going to hop in the shower real quick while you finish eating and then we can head out.” Vaggie agreed, slipping out of the bed and making her way into their ensuite bathroom.
Charlie watched Vaggie disappear into the bathroom and listened to the dull rumble of the shower turning on. She chewed thoughtfully at the remaining bites of her food, wondering what plan Vaggie had brewing. She had noticed the slight tension in her girlfriend’s body before she pushed Charlie away to mention breakfast. And she knew that any “casual” suggestions or plans from her one-eyed beauty usually had a hidden military-precision blueprint behind them. Charlie knew her girlfriend. She knew Vaggie was a strategist, and while she excelled at a great many things, spontaneity was not her strongest suit.
So Charlie was well aware that there was some ulterior motive guiding Vaggie’s actions. While she would never think that Vaggie was, in any way, out to hurt her, as the Princess of Hell, Charlie was no stranger to others wanting something from her.
Am I not doing enough for Vaggie? she wondered. Is she not happy and trying to lead by way of example to show me what’s missing?
Charlie felt a familiar, unwelcome pressure settle in her chest at those thoughts and found her mouth suddenly dry. She forced herself to swallow; the once-appetizing meal now felt like sand sliding down her throat. If Vaggie was getting bored–if there wasn’t enough novelty and surprise in the relationship–Charlie would have to course-correct immediately. Taking care of the others, especially Vaggie, was what Charlie did best and she was not willing to allow her girl to feel in any way neglected for even a second.
Pushing away the tray of food, Charlie quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the closed bathroom door. Pulling it open,she watched as Vaggie rinsed the suds from her long hair. Charlie slipped out of her short-sleeved button-up sleep shirt and matching shorts as she made her way to the shower, opening the door to slip inside.
“Mind if I join you?” she questioned, pressing her body into her girlfriend's back and looping her arms around to caress the slippery skin of her abdomen. She felt Vaggie’s body tense in surprise for a second before relaxing into her embrace.
“Of course I don’t mind, honey, you’re always welcome,” Vaggie replied easily, giggling at the light touch of Charlie's fingers dancing along her skin. “I didn’t think you’d be done with your breakfast so quickly, otherwise I would’ve waited for you.”
“Well, I wanted to hurry up so I could surprise you with a reward for your thoughtfulness,”
Charlie said, bringing her hands up to cup Vaggie’s breasts, lightly kneading at the soft flesh and earning a moan for her efforts.
Encouraged by the sound, Charlie leaned down, placing kisses and nips along her girlfriend's exposed shoulder as she continued to knead those perfect, gray breasts with steadily increasing pressure.
Vaggie felt her earlier resolve begin to buckle at the feel of Charlie’s hands expertly manipulating her breasts, sending tingles along her skin as those long, pale fingers began to pinch and twist at her nipples, drawing them quickly into stiff peaks.
Charlie moaned as Vaggie’s head fell back, at once giving her open access to the other woman's neck and pressing her chest further into Charlie's palms. Charlie allowed her lips, teeth, and tongue to blaze a searing path up the newly exposed swath of skin before nibbling at Vaggie’s earlobe.
Vaggie felt her body responding to Charlie's ministrations, a molten coil of heat settling in her veins, mirroring the wet warmth beginning to pool between her legs. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing back harder into the tall blonde behind her eagerly.
“Baby,” Vaggie gasped out as one of Charlie’s hands drifted down to cup her gently.
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Charlie whispered, licking at the cusp of Vaggie’s ear as she allowed a single finger to languidly stroke through the slick heat. “You’re so wet already. Is that all for me?” She asked adoringly, continuing to slowly draw her finger from Vaggie’s entrance, up to circle her rapidly swelling clit, before repeating the motion over and over again.
Vaggie reached up behind her to grasp Charlie’s hair, panting gently at the torturous sensations coursing through her from the teasing pleasure of her girlfriend’s touch. Her hips began to rock slightly, seeking leverage to coax Charlie into firmer pressure.
Mercifully, Charlie allowed the tip of her finger to dip into Vaggie’s opening while, at the same time, grinding the base of her palm into her clit.
Vaggie’s grip on Charlie’s hair tightened as she ground her hips down, meeting each shallow thrust and eliciting a slew of breathy gasps and groans at the slight relief it afforded her from the rapidly increasing torrent of her arousal.
“Fuck, baby, you are so fucking gorgeous,” Charlie growled in Vaggie’s ear, pulling the gray woman further into her and sucking hard at her pulse point.
“Charlie, please,” Vaggie whined, feeling her sanity slip further into the depths as Charlie continued to hold her release just out of reach.
“What do you want, baby?” Charlie asked, allowing her finger to pump just slightly deeper into Vaggie before drawing it back out again.
“More, please,” Vaggie panted. “Charlie, please fuck me,” she begged.
Vaggie’s eyes flew open as Charlie withdrew, removing all contact between them. Her groan of dissatisfaction was cut off by a moan as Charlie swiftly turned her around, pressing Vaggie’s body back into the cold shower wall with her own, before thrusting two fingers deep inside and curling to drag them along Vaggie’s G-spot. Swallowing Vaggie’s moans in a bruising kiss, Charlie took up an unrelenting pace, her fingers driving Vaggie quickly toward the edge.
Charlie pulled back from the kiss, nipping at Vaggie’s bottom lip before soothing the abused flesh with her tongue. Gasping for air and reeling from the overwhelming sensations consuming her, Vaggie brought one leg up to wrap around Charlie’s hip, further drawing the blonde into her.
“Please, fuck, Charlie,” she groaned, tossing her head back against the shower wall and clawing at Charlie’s back, desperate for her release. “So close.”
Charlie added a third finger as she trailed her tongue up Vaggie’s neck biting at the area just below her ear. “Cum for me, baby,” Charlie commanded, voice tinged with the ethereal, demonic husk of the transformation caused by her own arousal.
Vaggie cried out as her body complied with Charlie’s request, the carefully curated coil of passion Charlie had been building within her snapping along every one of her nerve endings. She was aware of Charlie continuing to thrust gently within her and her thumb pressing circles into her clit. The echoing sound of her release had only barely faded before a second orgasm rocked through her, spasms jumping in her clit, shooting sparks along her spine as her body convulsed and her eye rolled back into her skull.
Charlie relished the whimpers and moans falling from her lover’s lips as she gently slowed her thrusts before finally withdrawing her fingers and placing a loving kisses along the gray collarbone in front of her. As Vaggie’s body stilled and her weight slumped fully into Charlie’s arms she placed a chaste kiss on her girlfriend’s mouth. Charlie held her, content to allow Vaggie all the time she needed to regain her senses.
Vaggie opened her eye and lazily met Charlie’s loving red and gold gaze. She leaned forward, capturing Charlie’s lips in a slow kiss brimming with adoration.
“Do you think you can stand?” Charlie asked gently, pulling back from the kiss.
Vaggie nodded, dropping more of her weight onto her own legs though still holding on to Charlie, just in case.
“Wow, baby, that was–” Vaggie paused, pushing wet hair out of her face. “I was not expecting that,” she finished.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting breakfast in bed, so I guess we’re even,” Charlie said, winking as she grabbed the soap and loofah, lathering them up before beginning to gently draw them across Vaggie’s skin. “Now, I believe you said something about spending the day out on the town?” She asked once she finished her task of lathering up Vaggie’s body.
Stepping fully under the shower spray, Vaggie hummed, watching as Charlie applied soap to her own loofah, beginning to spread the lather along her pale form. Before Charlie could finish, Vaggie reached out, her hands gently but firmly catching Charlie’s wrist.
“Allow me,” Vaggie murmured, her voice still slightly raspy from her release. She took the sudsy loofah from Charlie’s fingers, her gaze locking onto Charlie’s with a smirk. “You took such good care of me, amor. Turn around and let me do your back.” She motioned with the loofah to emphasize her request.
Charlie obliged, turning her back to the smaller woman. Vaggie slowly dragged the loofah along her lover's back, allowing her fingers to trail behind with every swipe. Continuing down, she gently washed the swell of Charlie’s ass before crouching down to follow along the expanse of her endless legs. Standing up again, her fingers lingered along the insides of Charlie’s thighs.
“Va–Vaggie?” Charlie breathed out.
“Just making sure you’re good and clean, amor.” Vaggie replied innocently, pressing her body into Charlie’s back in a repeat of the blonde’s earlier actions.
“Thank you, love, but don’t we have to get going?” Charlie questioned.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time.” Vaggie dismissed. “Just relax, honey.” She punctuated her request with a kiss to Charlie's shoulder.
Vaggie took her time drawing lazy soap figures along the extent of Charlie’s torso, paying extra attention to her breasts. She was unsurprised to hear short, panting breaths escaping her tall lover but furrowed her brow at the stock still, stone-like posture her lover had assumed.
“Baby?” Vaggie questioned, concern lacing her words as she stilled her hands movement. “Are you okay?”
“Yea–yeah. I’m good,” Charlie replied shakily, moving out of Vaggie’s embrace to rinse off the suds. “I’d just hate it if we didn’t have time for everything you were thoughtful enough to plan,” she said, turning with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.
Vaggie wanted to push her more, but Charlie leaned forward, pulling her under the spray as well and locking her into a deep kiss.
“I promise, baby, I’m fine.” Charlie said as she broke the kiss, this time with a more genuine smile. “I’m just really excited about spending this day with you.”
“Alright, well, let’s get dressed then.” Vaggie relented, though she was unconvinced.