As she stood, Charles could feel their clothes meld together. He lowered his hands to come around her body and pulled her up to him, waiting for her to wrap herself around his waist before his hands crossed across the lower part of her back, supporting the position they were in.

Charles stumbled back against the table slightly, knocking one of the glasses over, and pressed deeper into the moment. It was clear that there was a lot to be said - or rather, done - as his feelings took over, his arms squeezing at her body.

This felt needed.
It felt wanted.
Whatever was happening, it felt like explosions pouring in from the sky; illuminating the stars with their bursts of power.

And as their kiss continued, all Charles could think about was the power behind the way she was kissing him, her willingness to push for more; the way her head tilted as they kissed, her hands exploring his jawline. All he could focus on was her body and the way her back arched against him, how he pressed against her.

It was foggy.
It was clear.
It was everything in between.

Most importantly, it felt right. There was no stopping him as his tongue brushed against her teeth, as his hands pulled her tighter against him. He was in a passionate haze and she was at the centre.

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