Tag: Chandis 1

sleep, pining, fluff, sad

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Charlie’s face presses to Thandi’s chest as he sleeps. It’s not uncomfortable, since they twine their legs and he takes care to avoid making her uncomfortable as he falls asleep. She’s got a leg hoisted over his side, while one of his knees slips tween her legs.

He is very attached. Every night, Charlie slinks in, pulling their bedrolls together and settles in next to her. She’s come to look forward to these tender moments, since outside of their privacy, it seems he becomes all spikes and no rose. She teases him at times, calling him Briar.

He’s grown fond of the name, using it to refer to himself in private. This earns him her laughter and teasing, so he keeps on with it and she obliges. In their lovemaking, too, she’s taken to teasing him with the name, and it seems to pull a very favorable response from him.

Thandi strokes his hair as she thinks on all of this. She’s taking a big risk, one that he might not fully appreciate the scope of. Despite this, though… she feels like a treasure to him. There’s something wonderful about being treated with as much reverence as he gives her. Granted, he still oversteps bounds by presuming to know what’s best for her, but even this defect is fading. She certainly chastises him for it.

Would it be worth leaving everything behind just so that she could be coddled and loved on?

No.

The memory will comfort her later on, she’s sure. So she must make as many as possible before she’s got to begin following her master’s steps more closely.

A kiss distracts her from her thoughts. Charlie shifts, laying kiss after kiss on her chest before settling down again, barely moved but certainly more comfortable. The stroke of the bracelet on her skin is a nice, soothing touch, and she finds herself becoming more drowsy.

The dark, the warmth, and her lover’s even breathing lull her to sleep. Enjoy the peace.

fluff

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It was normal now, for Charlie and Thandi to be a set. They rarely ranged out of one another’s sight unless asked, and even this was done rarely.

It is insufferable.

Charlie, usually abrasive and shy, chattered incessantly to Thandi; meanwhile, Thandi occupied her time proposing to him theories and problems that they would each puzzle out loud.

Granted, there are quiet periods. Sleep. Eating. Sneaking about. Despite all this, they are adjoined.

It’s grating to see them cuddling up at the fire, giggling to one another, settling into the tent together. And the noises they made sometimes!!! The rest of the party discreetly began to isolate their tent.

The worst part? The two seemed to think that what they had was a secret!

drunk!charlie, fluff, sleep

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Oh no.

Someone had started Charlie on the drink. He’s a dangerous drunk for everyone—not in the way that he would get violent, but rather… violently affectionate. She’s got to get him away and tucked into a bed before he goes beyond tolerable.

Thandi sighs as she approaches him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Charlie…”

“Thandi! It’s you. I love you. Hello!” Great. He’s already beyond tolerable. It’s always a sure sign, when he starts declaring his love for anyone and everyone.

“Charlie, it’s time to go to bed…”

“So forward today, my love! My darling. Ooh, look at you. Eyes like gems. Skin! So soft. Let me hold you…”

“Charlie, no, we should really—” There he goes, hugging her around the middle, swaying her back and forth. He kisses her stomach and rubs his face into her. “Darling…” Well. Now it’s the only way to get him to bed. “…of course, darling. Let’s get going, shall we?”

“Thandi! Such a flower.” Charlie stands at her words, taking her hands in his to give each of her fingers a kiss. “Such a wonder. Such grace, such beauty, oh, I love you so.”

“Mm-hmm. Come on, darling.”

She leads him through partygoers, tugging on his hand as he waxes poetic nonsense. It truly is nonsense, and she is sure that he has no idea what he’s saying. Into her room, then, or else he’ll faff about, trying to get himself ready for bed rather than just passing out. She shuts the door behind them both, to better get him to sleep, and she yelps as she’s swept up into his arms.

“Thandi! My love, the shining star of my life, the only one I live for, oh! I do love you so.”

“Charlie—”

He squeezes her again before collapsing into the bed, her still in his arms.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!!”

“You mean that?”

“Who else could I ever love but my beautiful wife-to-be?” He kisses her cheeks and her nose. Thandi feels her face get hot and a smile tug at her lips.

“Well then, would you do your wife-to-be a favor and sleep peacefully tonight?”

“If she’s feeling up to keep me company, I shall sleep like war never existed, my love!”

That gets a giggle out of her. She pushes herself off of him and tugs off his shoes as he fawns over her, fascinated by a lock of hair, or the shape of her hips, whatever it is. One more night next to him isn’t going to kill her, but he’ll certainly die of embarrassment. She shakes her head and grabs out her sleeping clothes.

“You know the drill, darling.”

Charlie turns away obediently, burying his face in the pillow as she changes. He only turns to see her when she touches his shoulder. Obedient to a fault, at times. She leans down and taps his nose with hers, smiling as he flushes that funny shade of red. He reaches out and pulls her into his arms, kissing her forehead as she settles in for a warm night.

It’s good. It’s peaceful. It’s safe. It’s a shame it can’t last.

fluff

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Thandi takes a deep breath as she shifts. Her pillow is warm. She opens her eyes with a yawn and sees Charlie above her, fast asleep, leaning back. This is his lap. Of course. How could she have forgotten?

She’s been lulled to sleep by his quiet reading, and she imagines that he hadn’t the heart to move her, so he was stuck. A quiet giggle escapes her as she pulls up her blanket—his vest thrown over her carefully. It wasn’t even cold, but Charlie does seem to enjoy fussing over her constantly.

Her fingers touch his cheek gently, going from cheek to his hair. It’s nice, when he looks peaceful like this. Much less stressful. And he was always stressing about every little thing. Thandi smiles and turns over, pressing her face into his hip. For warmth. It smells nice, too. Sleep comes back easily.

sleep, dreams, fluff

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Charlie stretches out on the ground with a yawn. Sunshine and grass are perfect for naps alone, and today is no different. He’s lulled to sleep easily.

He dreams, of course, but of nothing much important, not until the end. A soft hand strokes his hair, his cheek, down the center of his chest. He hums in pleasure, enjoying this rare touch. People are rarely, if ever, permitted to touch him. The anxiety it gives him is immense. But this is soothing, loving, and most of all: a comfort. The hand strokes his chest again, massaging him.

It’s so wonderful. Gods.

He feels the touch lighten and slip down to his stomach, rubbing him gently. It’s like being pet and coddled. It turns him into a fool for it all, and he bites his lip. He wants desperately for it to be her in his dream. “Thandi…”

“Yes, darling?”

One eye cracks open and he sees his darling leaning over him, a hand still on his stomach, stroking away as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He shakes his head and closes his eyes with a smile. “Nothing. I just wanted to say it.”

“My name? Whatever for?”

“I like it.”

She giggles and rewards him with an energetic rub across his belly, pulling a laugh from him as he wiggles under her touch. They grin at each other. Adorable.

modern (lab), fluff, sleep

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It’s late.

Thandi has stayed late with her fellow researcher, Dr. Vanderbee, and they’ve been entrenched in the last big problem for hours. The lights had dimmed as they discussed it over a table spread out with dozens and dozens of notes.

They agreed to a five minute break to refill their mugs and hit the bathroom, but when Dr. Vanderbee leaves, she found that she’s more tired than she thought. Her watch explains why: it’s tickling one in the morning. How had they spoken for so long?

Her eyelids are heavy and she yawns. One second. She’ll close her eyes for just one second.

When she next opens them, she’s pressed to warmth and gently placed down on the couch in the breakroom. A blanket seems to appear for her, but it isn’t quite so warm.

“’M cold,” she murmurs, reaching out for that elusive heat.

“You’ll warm soon enough, Dr. Kahsu. Good night.” She watches the form of her colleague move away for a moment before being draped in something warmer. Far more pleasant than the scratchy blanket. She buries her face into it and sleeps on.

The morning is greeted with the beeping of the coffeemaker. It had been her idea to attach it to an alarm so that it’d start brewing for the team before anyone has arrived. It’s 6:45AM and she’s wrapped up in not only the scratchy pink blanket of the break room, but a green sweater and… is this Dr. Vanderbee’s labcoat?

Thandi grips them both, taking a greedy sniff of them. She often wonders what it is about him that attracts her senses so. Pheromones, maybe? It would explain how someone like him remains so attractive still.

She pulls the sweater on, shuffling out and grabbing a toothbrush. Dr. Vanderbee’s idea to keep hygiene kits in the lab. Considering how often he stayed, he may as well be paying rent anyhow. She shuffles to the bathroom and back, yawning as she puts herself in order. Pills in her purse, check. Phone… charged, how thoughtful. Spare clothes… she’ll save those for another time. It’ll be an early day for her.

She goes into the lab and gasps a little to herself. Dr. Vanderbee is asleep over the notes they had made to illustrate the problem. It appears he’s cracked at least two thirds of the problem. A sticky note on the papers read,

Dr. Kahsu—need your brain for the rest. Did what I can.

This pulls a little giggle from her. The last bit is nearly unreadable, and the final penmark slides down and over onto other sheets of paper. He fell asleep working once again. She reaches out and brushes his hair away from his face. His cheek is freezing.

His coat is draped over his shoulders. The rest of the team doesn’t start working until 9 anyhow. She grabs herself some coffee and sets to work finishing the problem, working peacefully beside her coworker.

modern, fluff, lab

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She sees him as he rushes past, grabbing his arm. “Hold on. Look at you! You want to go in looking like that?”

“Like what?”

He’s a mess after staying overnight in the lab. His hair is askew and his collar is rumpled. His tie… oh, his tie. She knows he’s playing ignorant. No one but her ever sees him like this. He just likes to be preened.

So she smiles at him and straightens his collar, fixes his tie, and runs her fingers through his hair. It earns her a contented sigh and that cute little smile that she’s certain is only for her. He leans forward slightly, and there’s a moment where she thinks he might kiss her.

But he restrains himself yet again, nods his head as he murmurs a thank-you-very-much, and dashes out of the room.

The love of such a small gesture makes his heart race, and she’s so lovely. So wonderful. He’s tempted to stay in the office again overnight for another preen, but honestly, one could only be a mess so many times in a row. Shame.

nsfw, semi-public, tbo canon offshoot

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She’s so tight around him. They’re frozen, quiet, him twitching inside of her as they wait for the footsteps to fade. His nerves are being frayed, but at the same time, it’s exciting to be so close to being caught murdering propriety.

Thandi’s face slips from one of mortification to a sly smile.

The game is on.

Though he tries to keep a grasp on her hips, she rocks against him, biting her lip as she gives him the look. The one that haunts his best dreams, the one she shows only him, the one that shows how much she really desires. The look that pulls him back into a rhythm, trying desperately to steady his breath as they rut.

Gods… no, goddess… She rules him. Body and mind. It’s so close. He’s so close. Charlie throws his head back, stifling a moan as she picks up speed. Thandi always knows what she wants and how to get it. He’s just another part of that collection.

That’s right… he should be working to keep his spot in her ranking of importance. It’s not enough to simply be a distraction. He’s got to be as close to number one as he can get. She looks mirthful when she sees him smirk, a wicked grin spreading.

Thandi loves that look. It means he’s done being passive. And she’s about to get really fucked.

hook, heartbreak, hypnosis

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He’s pacing. How could this be happening?

He can’t believe it. Thandi would never betray him like this!

But it’s all right there. The evidence. The bracelet has been cut. Thandi admires a ring on her finger. She smiles and blushes as she talks about someone else. There’s no room for him here.

Why is she so happy about this? She knows she has a perfectly suited marriage candidate in him! And she… she… she cut it. She cut it off. And the look she gives him, one that once was walking the line between pity and tenderness, is simply cool indifference.

It’s maddening.

He could see the bracelet writhe on the table before her, reflecting his inner turmoil. As much as he adores her, if she’s found true love…Charlie grinds his teeth and storms into the forest.

He can’t stop her. No matter how in like they are. No matter the promise they made. No matter the circumstance. If she is happy then so is he. Eventually.