thandi thoughts, tbo offshoot, fluff
Charlie is stretched out, shirt untucked and open, sleeping away a spot of lethargy that occasionally takes him into downright crankiness. His body is fine, firm and trim, and like this, Thandi can openly admire him.
She sits at the table by the couch, smiling as she sips tea and reads.
Look at him. So trusting. It took her eons to get him to relax enough to let her see his bare chest, to see that scar that slashed it so long ago. Hell, it took forever for him to admit that his favorite touch was a good, solid scratch through his hair, and that was leagues easier than getting him to relax otherwise.
What a handsome man she’s caught, so shy and lovely. He pours so much energy into her. Speaking of pouring into her…is he ready for that yet? She knows he’s desperate for her body, but something always seems to get in the way.
Thandi sighs and sips her tea once more. It’ll take time, and she’s already betrothed to him. Delayed gratification.