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LOL. I love this picture. Charlie's pissed off, oh but her little evil voice inside really enjoys this.

Kukukuku~ +w+

ABOUT. PICTURE.

It was the weekend and Charlie had taken this opportunity to sleep in late. When she had finally woken up it was nearly noon and the maids would be making lunch for her. She climbed out of bed and ran a hand through her messy hair before placing a hat over it.

She opened the door to her bedroom and in an instant she was tackled by something. They tumbled to the floor before coming to a sitting position against the wall. Whoever, or whatever had attacked her was sitting behind her.

"Hey Willis." Arms wrapped around her waist and his breath tickled her neck.

"You're high Ethan," Charlie said, "again."

His chin rested against her shoulder. He tugged on her sleeves, making her shoulders bare and exposing her bra strap.

"What the hell Ethan!?" Charlie raised her hand to hit him, but he took her hand in his.

"Play with me. I'm bored."

"No you bloody bastard! Get out of my house!" Charlie growled at him, and ignored the lustful cries of her evil inner self.

He was high, like any other day. The state he'd slip into was one she wasn't particularly fond of, but . . . nevermind it. Ethan was more playful and perverted when he was high, usually she's ignore his passes at her, but this time . . .

"So mean Willis," he snapped her bra strap, "you're so mean to me . . . "

Charlie blushed and attempted to strike him again, but the way his breath tickled at her neck when he talked made her slightly stop. Despite the anger and embarassment running through her this position they were in, the feelings coursing through her . . . they felt . . .

Good.

"I know you want me," he whispered, "and I want you too."

"Leave me alone Ethan!" It didn't come out as confident as she wanted it to. Her voice wavered and it seemed higher, from embarassment.

"Why won't you play with me?" His tongue brushed against her ear.

And that's when all her inner dams had shattered.

Or so you'd assume.

Charlie growled, despite her blushing face, and turned around to beat Ethan to a bloody pulp. Luckily for Ethan, he had fast legs and instantly went into a sprint out of her room and down the hall. Charlie yelled obsinites at him while throwing various objects in his direction. Ethan merely laughed and kept on running.

"Yay! Willis is playing with me!"

Description
Base to:
Base here: [link]
Ethan belongs to:

LOL. I love this picture. Charlie's pissed off, oh but her little evil voice inside really enjoys this.

Kukukuku~ +w+

ABOUT. PICTURE.

It was the weekend and Charlie had taken this opportunity to sleep in late. When she had finally woken up it was nearly noon and the maids would be making lunch for her. She climbed out of bed and ran a hand through her messy hair before placing a hat over it.

She opened the door to her bedroom and in an instant she was tackled by something. They tumbled to the floor before coming to a sitting position against the wall. Whoever, or whatever had attacked her was sitting behind her.

"Hey Willis." Arms wrapped around her waist and his breath tickled her neck.

"You're high Ethan," Charlie said, "again."

His chin rested against her shoulder. He tugged on her sleeves, making her shoulders bare and exposing her bra strap.

"What the hell Ethan!?" Charlie raised her hand to hit him, but he took her hand in his.

"Play with me. I'm bored."

"No you bloody bastard! Get out of my house!" Charlie growled at him, and ignored the lustful cries of her evil inner self.

He was high, like any other day. The state he'd slip into was one she wasn't particularly fond of, but . . . nevermind it. Ethan was more playful and perverted when he was high, usually she's ignore his passes at her, but this time . . .

"So mean Willis," he snapped her bra strap, "you're so mean to me . . . "

Charlie blushed and attempted to strike him again, but the way his breath tickled at her neck when he talked made her slightly stop. Despite the anger and embarassment running through her this position they were in, the feelings coursing through her . . . they felt . . .

Good.

"I know you want me," he whispered, "and I want you too."

"Leave me alone Ethan!" It didn't come out as confident as she wanted it to. Her voice wavered and it seemed higher, from embarassment.

"Why won't you play with me?" His tongue brushed against her ear.

And that's when all her inner dams had shattered.

Or so you'd assume.

Charlie growled, despite her blushing face, and turned around to beat Ethan to a bloody pulp. Luckily for Ethan, he had fast legs and instantly went into a sprint out of her room and down the hall. Charlie yelled obsinites at him while throwing various objects in his direction. Ethan merely laughed and kept on running.

"Yay! Willis is playing with me!"