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Charlotte woke up slowly, feeling the sun shining trough the window of her bedroom. Her eyes fluttered open, she was still a bit groggy, her mind clouded with sleep. She felt warmth pressed against her back, arms around her waist pulling her close, lazy kisses across her neck and bare back.
“You’re affectionate this morning.” Charlotte chuckled, tracing her hand down one of the arms that’s around her waist and intertwining their fingers. She received a hum in return.
“Good morning Princess.” Ange murmured against Charlotte’s skin as her kisses became firmer.
Charlotte chuckled, “Good morning to you too.” She pressed herself closer to her lover. Her lover. It was a recent development between them and they were both still getting used to that.
It surprised Charlotte how affectionate Ange was when they were alone. For a while she suspected that Charlotte was very touch starved, something that was confirmed as their relationship deepened. She was touch starved as well but not as much. And she was more open about her affection.
She liked to hug Ange, to hold her hand, lean against her shoulder while they were spending time with their friends. Ange did her best to keep her stoic facade most of the time but she would give Charlotte soft smiles when ever Charlotte would show her affection.
Even Ange giving her those soft smiles was enough to perplex their friends who weren’t used to Ange smiling at all. The news of them dating came as a surprise, well it seemed like Dorothy suspected something when Ange and Charlotte began spending more alone time together. But everyone was supportive, with Beatrice also being protective over Charlotte.
Charlotte turned around in Ange’s arms, now face to face with her. She ran a hand over the spy’s cheek, then placed a small peck on her lips, making Ange blush. Charlotte’s hand traced down Ange’s cheek, to her neck and tangling into her hair. It wasn’t tied with the ribbon, it was refreshing to see Ange like this.
Ange pulled Charlotte in for an embrace, burring her face in Charlotte’s hair.
“As much as I would love to stay like this, I’m afraid we have to get dressed.” Ange groaned in protest and tightened her arms around Charlotte making the Princess chuckle, “I don’t want to scandalize Beatrice.”
Ange sighed, “Fine.” Her arms relaxed, Charlotte giving her one more kiss before untangling herself from Ange. She sat up and stretched her arms. Ange noticed several red marks across her body that she left last night, most of them were in places that would be covered up by clothes.
“Enjoying the view?” Charlotte asked, looking at Ange who was caught blatantly staring. Ange blushed and averted her eyes to the side.
Charlotte proceeded to get dressed, but she wasn’t in any hurry despite what she said before. She was teasing Ange, glancing over to her every now and then. Charlotte found if funny how Ange can be so passionate with her one moment and then really shy the next. Last night she seemed very focused on hickeys and love bites and while Charlotte really enjoyed it, she was a bit curious about what made Ange act like that.
She jumped a bit when she felt arms wrapping around her midriff.
“Sorry.” Ange kissed her cheek.
“Its fine. I was just lost in thoughts.” Charlotte leaned into the embrace, enjoying the warmth and comfort it brought her along with the feeling of belonging. Ange buried her face in Charlotte’s neck, giving her a small nod, “By the way what got into you last night?”
“Black Lizard possessiveness.” Ange replied like it was so obvious.
“Ah. I see. And what triggered it?” Charlotte had her suspicions but she wanted to hear it from Ange.
“Those nobles. They kept flirting with you. Even though I was right there next to you. You even made it clear you weren’t interested, they should have backed off. Honestly don’t they teach manners like they used to?” Ange frowned as her mind flashed back to the poor pick up lines and countless attempts to get Charlotte to dance, “If I could have I... wanted to...” Ange’s lips formed a thin line and her frown deepened.
“What? I want to know.” Charlotte turned her head and smiled.
“I wanted to show them that you’re mine.” Ange’s eyes met Charlotte’s. There was the same fire, the same passion shining in them as last night.
“Am I now?” Charlotte’s voice came out slightly shaky.
“Yes. Only I get to look at you like this. To kiss you.” Ange kisses over the bite mark she left last night, “To touch you.” Ange’s hand sneaked into the half buttoned shirt Charlotte wore, undoing the buttons one by one in an agonizingly slow pace. To make things worse she went back to kissing Charlotte’s neck at an equally slow pace.
“Do I...” Charlotte gasped when she felt Ange’s hand cup her breast, “Do I get to do the same to you?”
“Of course my love. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ange’s other hand trailed further down, teasingly tracing over the line of Charlotte’s panties but never going under. Suddenly all her ministrations stopped and she stepped away from the Princess.
“Ange! You tease! You can’t just... you...” Charlotte whirled around, her face beat red, the blush going down all the way to her neck. Her shirt was still open, showing all the little red marks.
Ange had her signature stoic look on her face, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You should button up, don’t want to scandalize Beatrice remember?”
“You’re terrible.” Charlotte pouted as she buttoned up her shirt, “I’ll get you back for that.”
“I look forward to it dove. But we have classes in less than 10 minutes.” Ange glanced over at the clock.
“Then why did you rile me up?”
“You’re fun to tease sometimes. And... Dorothy told me that its more fun if one of us is riled up.” Ange scratched her cheek as she admitted the reasons behind her actions.
That got Charlotte to laugh hard, “You’re taking advice from Dorothy now? That’s unexpected.”
“Well she is the one with the most relationship experience in our group. It only makes sense to ask her. She was very enthusiastic about answering my questions and told me to come talk to her at any time.” Ange spoke as the two finished getting dressed for the day. She offered her hand to Charlotte which the Princess gladly took.
“Such a charmer.” Charlotte gives Ange one last kiss on the cheek as they walk to class.