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“Because I do love you...”
Charlie Weasley and his girlfriend, Mayumi, are awoken by a sense of impending danger. But that's not what keeps them awake...
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Part 5 – Field Shelter #38, pre-dawn, the next morning.
Suddenly awake, Charlie blinks his eyes, and turns slightly from Mayumi's warm body. Something is wrong, he thinks. He listens intently, trying to sense anything amiss. He doesn't smell anything wrong. Two minutes go by, but nothing reveals itself to be a problem.
Then he realizes that his bladder is rather full. He rolls away from May gently and swings his feet to the cold floor. As he passes the old wall clock, he pauses, then continues as he sees that it is sometime after 4 a.m. He opens the inner door and shivers, as the outer rooms are very cold for a lightweight pair of pajama bottoms and bare chest.
As he takes care of his problem, he gets the same sense that something is wrong, only this time, stronger.
Finished in the lavatory, he walks over to the observation window, pulling back the camouflaged blind. Visibility is near null, however, as strong winds are blowing about the snow, causing a whiteout condition.
Repositioning the blinds, Charlie decides to fill the water pots and kettles. He walks back inside the central room of the shelter, quietly grabs two large pots and their tea kettle. He walks back out, closing the door behind him. He pauses to throw a heavy jacket over himself, then opens the outer door.
Snow instantly swirls about, finding every exposed bit of flesh on Charlie. He quickly packs snow in the pots and kettle, not having to worry about sloshing the contents. In the distance, even with the wind and snow, Charlie can hear the angry roar of a dragon. He pauses only momentarily as he realizes he won't be able to do anything about it right now. Sometimes, he says to himself, they just get ornery and have to roar. At least, he hopes that is the reason. Then he wonders if these mysterious feelings of dread he's experiencing are somehow connected to it.
Back inside, he sheds the coat and carries the kettle and two pots of snow over near the hearth. He grabs two logs from the wood locker and stokes the fire.
Finished with the water and the fire, Charlie rechecks the locks on the outer door, deciding that he wants to use the heavy mechanical lock. He knows it cannot be opened quickly with a simple /“Alohomora”/spell. The door itself is heavy enough to withstand a few dragon fire blasts; at least, that's what they tell the Wardens.
Back inside, and still feeling a little paranoid, Charlie lights a lantern, sits down, and begins to write a quick note to headquarters to notify them of his'danger' sense, which all Wardens are taught never to ignore. He also writes that he is “securing” the Field Shelter until further notice, meaning, not only is the front door bolted and'locked', but the floo will be locked down to any physical object transfer.
Just as he starts to sign the note, May slips up behind him and leans over, wrapping her arms around his neck. He notices that she has slipped on one of his button down shirts. Even so, Charlie can feel her warm skin and the covered breasts against his shoulder blades.
“Did you get that sense that something is wrong, too?” she asks.
“Hai,” he unconsciously replies in Japanese. “About 4 a.m. I awoke with abad feeling, and a full bladder.” He delivers the last phrase with a small smile. “I've locked the front door. I did hear an angry roar outside, though I have know idea who it was. It's acomplete whiteout on the other side of that the door.
“Anyways, I'm notifying headquarters, and then I'm locking out the network. Would you like to send a quick note?”
“Hai, as soon as I return from the toilet.”
Charlie feels a soft kiss on his right ear and then hears her feet traveling lightly over the cold, stone floor. He turns slightly to watch her walk away.
With a sigh of contentment, he gets up and walks over to his bed. Looking, he doesn't see his wand on the table where he normally keeps it. He reaches for his cast off pants, digs into the pockets until he finds it. He places it on his bedside table.
Seeing that May has returned and is writing her own note at the table, he asks, “Would you like for me to get your wand and place it on the table next to the bed?”
“Yes please. It should be on the table next to my bed.”
Charlie walks over and lifts the soft silk curtain, holding it open until he can see the wand. He retrieves it and walks back to her side of his bed, placing it on the table there.
With a small whoosh, May tosses a handful of floo powder into the fire, calls out“Headquarters”, and tosses the satchel bag into the bright green flames.
“All done, Charlie.”
He walks over to the hearth with his wand, locates the small metallic charm plate that is permanently affixed to the lining of the firebox, and with the tip of his wand against it, casts /“Imper-fluvius”/.
“Back to bed?” he asks.
“Hai!”
Shutting the lantern off, Charlie follows her back to bed, moving to his own side. Before he can move to the side, May calls out softly, “Charlie?” He turns to her.
May, facing him from her side of the foot of the bed, and looking at him with a hint of nervous fear, proceeds to remove her panties, then his shirt, leaving herself completely naked, and completely vulnerable.
Charlie stands there looking into her eyes, acknowledging this very special gift. Before he accepts her unspoken invitation to look at all of her, he, too, removes his last article of clothing; unfastening and letting fall, his pajama pants.
May, too, takes advantage of his given gift. She starts with his broad feet, then slowly moves up his ankles and calves, which are well sculpted with muscle mass. Even his legs and feet are freckled, she tells herself. A nine inch long, somewhat jagged, scar runs from the top of Charlie's left knee upwards along the outer portion of his thigh. She admires the bulk of his quadriceps, and then, the slimness of his hips.
Nervously, she glances upwards at Charlie's face, which shows her the self confidence he has that she finds so attractive.
Her eyes then begin to explore downwards along his thick neck, which she has already nuzzled and held. Previously, she had committed to memory the feel of his wide shoulders, broad chest, and arms. It pleases her to see the definition he has in this area. And the freckles; he has them all over. Below, her eyes explore his abdomen. Though not as defined, she knows of it's strength. She then follows the line of wiry copper pubic hair below his navel, downwards, to where it spreads itself and thickens, surrounding that which she had pictured in her mind hours ago when it was aroused and pressed against her. Even now, she can see its state of semi arousal. Unconsciously, she begins to chew on her lower lip, as her own arousal intensifies. She presses the palms of her hands against the sides of her thighs, as they grow fidgety with need. A bulldog, she thinks to herself; a true bulldog.
Charlie has already committed much of May's body to memory. The pleasant surprises, he tells himself, are the fullness of her breasts and the slight vertical smudge of fine black hair above her pudenda. Even after letting his eyes explore those facets of her beauty, his focus returns to her hair, her face, and those bewitching gray eyes of hers.
He moves to the bedside, pulls back the covers, and slides in. May follows suit, although this time, she settles herself on her left side, facing Charlie. Her long black hair fans out behind her.
Once more, Charlie extends his right arm and slips it beneath May's head, then wraps it around her back, resting his hand on her lower spine. He pulls the covers up over their bodies, feeling May snuggle into the crook of his shoulder as he does. Lower in the bed, they shift their legs until that one comfortable alignment occurs. He slips his left arm beneath the covers, only to have her clasp his hand in hers. She pulls it down to rest upon her right hip.
May snuggles in deeper, enjoying the sensual warmth. She can feel his warm chest against her sensitive breasts and nipples as she inhales deeply, taking in the musky scent of her bed mate. She begins to nip and lick along his collarbone and the base of his neck.
Charlie closes his eyes, marveling at the sensation of her flesh against his. His right hand lightly caresses the her back, feeling the muscles that she has, and imaging in his mind the details of the dragon tattoo on her back. His left thumb lightly rubs the flesh of her right hand and wrist.
Quietly, he comments,“I like you in my shirt, like you were.”
May's nips and licks start to climb up the side of Charlie's neck towards his jaw. The roughness of his unshaven skin sends a thrill through her body, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Her left hand, trapped between their bodies, slips over his right pectoral muscle.
“I liked it too.” She pauses to nip and lick him some more. Then, “I like your smell, Charlie Weasley!” she continues softly, not bothering to make eye contact. Then, her right hand reaches up to grip his chin, pulling his face down to hers. She pushes upwards, engaging Charlie in a passionate kiss. Her hand slips around the back of his head, holding it in place.
Charlie responds, wrapping his own arms around her tighter, holding May in place. He can feel her right leg curling up over his hip, pushing it back and downwards. Her pelvis swivels, bringing her groin up against his right hip. A wetness develops that inflames him even more. As his arousal begins to manifest in the physical sense, he starts to ask himself, “How far does she want to go?”/ /Then, he suddenly realizes that he has no protection. At this, he begins to cool down. Mentally, he kicks himself.
“The lady of my dreams, is here in my bed, naked and aroused. I want her like no other woman I have known, and she wants me. I will not be a slimy git and screw this up; she is too important to me to risk losing,” he tells himself.
May senses Charlie is distracted and breaks the kiss. Before she can ask, he disengages her right hand from his head and moves it to his lips, kissing it.
“Mayumi Zark, you are the woman of my dreams.” A small laugh of sudden emotion escapes him. “I... Have known you for only a short period of time, yet I feel... I feel that...”
“That you love me, Charlie Weasley?”
Charlie can only see afaint glint of light in May's eyes, but he hopes he is reading her as he hopes she can read him.
In a whisper, he answers, “Yes, May, I feel I do...”
He hears a soft sniffle, then she asks, “And you stopped what we were doing because?”
In a rush of emotion, he blurts out, “Because I do love you, and I don't have any protection, and I won't risk getting you pregnant accidentally, or worse.” He pauses, catching his breath. Then, more slowly, he whispers, “I don't want to violate your trust in me, May.”
With that final admission, May pushes Charlie over onto his back and throws herself at him, kissing his face all over. He can feel and taste salty tears on his lips. He holds her tightly with both arms. Now he fully realizes she is sobbing as she kisses him. Then she stops and lifts her head to look at the man beneath her.
“Oh Charlie, you do love me!”
“Yes, May, I most certainly do love you!”
She kisses his lips again, then whispers, “And I, Charlie Weasley, love you.”
Suddenly awake, Charlie blinks his eyes, and turns slightly from Mayumi's warm body. Something is wrong, he thinks. He listens intently, trying to sense anything amiss. He doesn't smell anything wrong. Two minutes go by, but nothing reveals itself to be a problem.
Then he realizes that his bladder is rather full. He rolls away from May gently and swings his feet to the cold floor. As he passes the old wall clock, he pauses, then continues as he sees that it is sometime after 4 a.m. He opens the inner door and shivers, as the outer rooms are very cold for a lightweight pair of pajama bottoms and bare chest.
As he takes care of his problem, he gets the same sense that something is wrong, only this time, stronger.
Finished in the lavatory, he walks over to the observation window, pulling back the camouflaged blind. Visibility is near null, however, as strong winds are blowing about the snow, causing a whiteout condition.
Repositioning the blinds, Charlie decides to fill the water pots and kettles. He walks back inside the central room of the shelter, quietly grabs two large pots and their tea kettle. He walks back out, closing the door behind him. He pauses to throw a heavy jacket over himself, then opens the outer door.
Snow instantly swirls about, finding every exposed bit of flesh on Charlie. He quickly packs snow in the pots and kettle, not having to worry about sloshing the contents. In the distance, even with the wind and snow, Charlie can hear the angry roar of a dragon. He pauses only momentarily as he realizes he won't be able to do anything about it right now. Sometimes, he says to himself, they just get ornery and have to roar. At least, he hopes that is the reason. Then he wonders if these mysterious feelings of dread he's experiencing are somehow connected to it.
Back inside, he sheds the coat and carries the kettle and two pots of snow over near the hearth. He grabs two logs from the wood locker and stokes the fire.
Finished with the water and the fire, Charlie rechecks the locks on the outer door, deciding that he wants to use the heavy mechanical lock. He knows it cannot be opened quickly with a simple /“Alohomora”/spell. The door itself is heavy enough to withstand a few dragon fire blasts; at least, that's what they tell the Wardens.
Back inside, and still feeling a little paranoid, Charlie lights a lantern, sits down, and begins to write a quick note to headquarters to notify them of his'danger' sense, which all Wardens are taught never to ignore. He also writes that he is “securing” the Field Shelter until further notice, meaning, not only is the front door bolted and'locked', but the floo will be locked down to any physical object transfer.
Just as he starts to sign the note, May slips up behind him and leans over, wrapping her arms around his neck. He notices that she has slipped on one of his button down shirts. Even so, Charlie can feel her warm skin and the covered breasts against his shoulder blades.
“Did you get that sense that something is wrong, too?” she asks.
“Hai,” he unconsciously replies in Japanese. “About 4 a.m. I awoke with abad feeling, and a full bladder.” He delivers the last phrase with a small smile. “I've locked the front door. I did hear an angry roar outside, though I have know idea who it was. It's acomplete whiteout on the other side of that the door.
“Anyways, I'm notifying headquarters, and then I'm locking out the network. Would you like to send a quick note?”
“Hai, as soon as I return from the toilet.”
Charlie feels a soft kiss on his right ear and then hears her feet traveling lightly over the cold, stone floor. He turns slightly to watch her walk away.
With a sigh of contentment, he gets up and walks over to his bed. Looking, he doesn't see his wand on the table where he normally keeps it. He reaches for his cast off pants, digs into the pockets until he finds it. He places it on his bedside table.
Seeing that May has returned and is writing her own note at the table, he asks, “Would you like for me to get your wand and place it on the table next to the bed?”
“Yes please. It should be on the table next to my bed.”
Charlie walks over and lifts the soft silk curtain, holding it open until he can see the wand. He retrieves it and walks back to her side of his bed, placing it on the table there.
With a small whoosh, May tosses a handful of floo powder into the fire, calls out“Headquarters”, and tosses the satchel bag into the bright green flames.
“All done, Charlie.”
He walks over to the hearth with his wand, locates the small metallic charm plate that is permanently affixed to the lining of the firebox, and with the tip of his wand against it, casts /“Imper-fluvius”/.
“Back to bed?” he asks.
“Hai!”
Shutting the lantern off, Charlie follows her back to bed, moving to his own side. Before he can move to the side, May calls out softly, “Charlie?” He turns to her.
May, facing him from her side of the foot of the bed, and looking at him with a hint of nervous fear, proceeds to remove her panties, then his shirt, leaving herself completely naked, and completely vulnerable.
Charlie stands there looking into her eyes, acknowledging this very special gift. Before he accepts her unspoken invitation to look at all of her, he, too, removes his last article of clothing; unfastening and letting fall, his pajama pants.
May, too, takes advantage of his given gift. She starts with his broad feet, then slowly moves up his ankles and calves, which are well sculpted with muscle mass. Even his legs and feet are freckled, she tells herself. A nine inch long, somewhat jagged, scar runs from the top of Charlie's left knee upwards along the outer portion of his thigh. She admires the bulk of his quadriceps, and then, the slimness of his hips.
Nervously, she glances upwards at Charlie's face, which shows her the self confidence he has that she finds so attractive.
Her eyes then begin to explore downwards along his thick neck, which she has already nuzzled and held. Previously, she had committed to memory the feel of his wide shoulders, broad chest, and arms. It pleases her to see the definition he has in this area. And the freckles; he has them all over. Below, her eyes explore his abdomen. Though not as defined, she knows of it's strength. She then follows the line of wiry copper pubic hair below his navel, downwards, to where it spreads itself and thickens, surrounding that which she had pictured in her mind hours ago when it was aroused and pressed against her. Even now, she can see its state of semi arousal. Unconsciously, she begins to chew on her lower lip, as her own arousal intensifies. She presses the palms of her hands against the sides of her thighs, as they grow fidgety with need. A bulldog, she thinks to herself; a true bulldog.
Charlie has already committed much of May's body to memory. The pleasant surprises, he tells himself, are the fullness of her breasts and the slight vertical smudge of fine black hair above her pudenda. Even after letting his eyes explore those facets of her beauty, his focus returns to her hair, her face, and those bewitching gray eyes of hers.
He moves to the bedside, pulls back the covers, and slides in. May follows suit, although this time, she settles herself on her left side, facing Charlie. Her long black hair fans out behind her.
Once more, Charlie extends his right arm and slips it beneath May's head, then wraps it around her back, resting his hand on her lower spine. He pulls the covers up over their bodies, feeling May snuggle into the crook of his shoulder as he does. Lower in the bed, they shift their legs until that one comfortable alignment occurs. He slips his left arm beneath the covers, only to have her clasp his hand in hers. She pulls it down to rest upon her right hip.
May snuggles in deeper, enjoying the sensual warmth. She can feel his warm chest against her sensitive breasts and nipples as she inhales deeply, taking in the musky scent of her bed mate. She begins to nip and lick along his collarbone and the base of his neck.
Charlie closes his eyes, marveling at the sensation of her flesh against his. His right hand lightly caresses the her back, feeling the muscles that she has, and imaging in his mind the details of the dragon tattoo on her back. His left thumb lightly rubs the flesh of her right hand and wrist.
Quietly, he comments,“I like you in my shirt, like you were.”
May's nips and licks start to climb up the side of Charlie's neck towards his jaw. The roughness of his unshaven skin sends a thrill through her body, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Her left hand, trapped between their bodies, slips over his right pectoral muscle.
“I liked it too.” She pauses to nip and lick him some more. Then, “I like your smell, Charlie Weasley!” she continues softly, not bothering to make eye contact. Then, her right hand reaches up to grip his chin, pulling his face down to hers. She pushes upwards, engaging Charlie in a passionate kiss. Her hand slips around the back of his head, holding it in place.
Charlie responds, wrapping his own arms around her tighter, holding May in place. He can feel her right leg curling up over his hip, pushing it back and downwards. Her pelvis swivels, bringing her groin up against his right hip. A wetness develops that inflames him even more. As his arousal begins to manifest in the physical sense, he starts to ask himself, “How far does she want to go?”/ /Then, he suddenly realizes that he has no protection. At this, he begins to cool down. Mentally, he kicks himself.
“The lady of my dreams, is here in my bed, naked and aroused. I want her like no other woman I have known, and she wants me. I will not be a slimy git and screw this up; she is too important to me to risk losing,” he tells himself.
May senses Charlie is distracted and breaks the kiss. Before she can ask, he disengages her right hand from his head and moves it to his lips, kissing it.
“Mayumi Zark, you are the woman of my dreams.” A small laugh of sudden emotion escapes him. “I... Have known you for only a short period of time, yet I feel... I feel that...”
“That you love me, Charlie Weasley?”
Charlie can only see afaint glint of light in May's eyes, but he hopes he is reading her as he hopes she can read him.
In a whisper, he answers, “Yes, May, I feel I do...”
He hears a soft sniffle, then she asks, “And you stopped what we were doing because?”
In a rush of emotion, he blurts out, “Because I do love you, and I don't have any protection, and I won't risk getting you pregnant accidentally, or worse.” He pauses, catching his breath. Then, more slowly, he whispers, “I don't want to violate your trust in me, May.”
With that final admission, May pushes Charlie over onto his back and throws herself at him, kissing his face all over. He can feel and taste salty tears on his lips. He holds her tightly with both arms. Now he fully realizes she is sobbing as she kisses him. Then she stops and lifts her head to look at the man beneath her.
“Oh Charlie, you do love me!”
“Yes, May, I most certainly do love you!”
She kisses his lips again, then whispers, “And I, Charlie Weasley, love you.”
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