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In the weeks since their deal had been struck, Charlie had grown accustomed to Adam's… everything. Don't get her wrong Charlie still despised him, and Adam still acted like a huge dickwad whenever the chance arose, but he'd definitely let up on his aggression toward her between their first meeting and the third. From being pinned down and in pain, and just waiting for him to practically shove her through the portal back to Hell where Charlie would cry on the floor of the Embassy for twenty minutes before limping back home, to actually getting to walk herself back into the Heaven Embassy with her head up and barely feeling a twinge of discomfort.
It wasn't much but from Adam, it felt like a lot.
The one thing, however, that stayed consistent week to week was how he spoke to her. More specifically, how he'd pull her close with a loose hand around her throat so he could lean down to mock everything Charlie cared about directly in her ear as he slowly rocked into her. Her father, her dreams, her home. Of all of the things that Adam had done across their previous meetings, the mocking hurt the most. She suspected that was the point.
Rolling into meeting number four, Charlie hadn't been hopeful for it going much different than the past three, and it wasn't in the beginning. Same old arrival at the Embassy, jump through a portal, let Adam have his fun, sit on the ground contemplating her choices for a while once he'd send her home, leave. This time, though, when he pulled her back and leaned in, he didn't put his mouth to her ear and mock her. Instead, Adam pressed his forehead to her shoulder and let out quiet moans and growled curses, taunting her seeming to be the last thing on his mind that day.
In another twist of events, the noises he'd been making jumped straight down to her core in a way Charlie hadn't experienced in a while —least of all from him — and she bit her lip at the resulting fluttering. Her confusion notwithstanding, those were much more appealing than the insults.
So soft Charlie almost didn't catch it, Adam hissed as he lifted his head from its place on her shoulder and pressed himself closer until they were nearly cheek to cheek. “Fuck, Princess.” A startled gasp followed by a quiet moan left her when slim fingers appeared between her legs to tease her and, unbidden, Charlie found herself wishing she was bent over like times previous. Cautiously, she widened her stance as sparks of pleasure made her fingers tingle and her legs twitch reflexively. “Oh, sensitive, are we?” The angel taunted with a purr as he began rubbing slow, tight circles over her clit that pulled little whimpers from her.
“F- fuck you.” Charlie growled in response before squealing when Adam roughly pinched her clit, a snort of amusement being Adam's response. It didn't so much hurt as surprise her and Charlie had to swallow a moan when Adam did it again.
A grin, different from what she'd become used to from him, crossed his face at her words. “Pretty sure you already are, babe, but I am always down for another round.” He whispered out, voice gaining a familiar strain. Now that was definitely new —usually he was quick to kick her out of here once they were done but this implied-. Charlie's train of thought cut short when Adam gave a particularly hard thrust and a deep growl that pulled a drawn out, throaty moan out of her and turned her knees to jell-o, making Charlie forget all about the comment in favor of regaining her breath.
It wasn't long before Charlie released the table and nudged Adam's hand out of the way to take over her own pleasure. She'd have thought he'd be offended but he simply hummed in her ear and replaced his hand on her hip, fingers digging into her flesh pleasantly. It wasn't that he was bad at what he'd been doing, Charlie was just so close to cumming for the first time in actual months —the last person she'd been with hadn't been keen on actually returning the favor of getting her off and she'd never been a fan of masturbating, not on her own at least— that she couldn't help but take over. Charlie didn't doubt Adam could do it, she just knew she could do it better.
Head falling back to rest on Adam's shoulder as he picked up his pace, Charlie's free hand slid off the table to wrap around the base of one of his horns. Adam's hold on her tightened ever so slightly when her voice turned needy and pleading, her hand speeding up until she finally came with a halting cry.
Adam let out a choked curse and a few hard thrusts later had him following her release with his own, panting heavily in her ear as he rode the rest of his orgasm out with shallow thrusts that had her mewling. After a moment of them standing there and regaining their breath, Adam pulled out and slowly uncurled his fingers from the meat of Charlie's sides, both of them hissing. As he started to move away, Charlie let his horn slide from her grasp and lifted her head off his shoulder, replacing her hands on the table to keep steady as her legs shook. Charlie stood there, half naked and shivering in the sudden cold that'd rushed to fill all the space Adam had vacated, for a second before pulling her panties back up from where they rested around her knees and tugging her skirt down from around her waist where Adam had hiked it to once she felt stable, body tingling pleasantly.
It was only when she turned to leave that Charlie realized Adam hadn't made a portal yet like he usually would've.
Her eyes flit over to him curiously, an eyebrow raised. “So I was just thinking,” voice still thin as he continued to catch his breath, Adam tilted his head as he spoke, “you wanna, I dunno, take a shower?”
Charlie tilted her head to mirror him and gave him a look. “Why?”
“Figured you wouldn't wanna traipse through that cesspit you call a kingdom reeking like an overused sex doll.” Came the deadpan response and, okay, she supposed he had a point. She did smell like sex. “Fucking christ, it was just a suggestion. You can say no.” He snipped out after a handful of seconds of silence, snapping his fingers to open the portal to the Heaven Embassy. Charlie's eyes land on the flame and gold rimmed oval before sliding back to the grumpy Adam.
Slowly, she looked down at herself. “It would be nice to clean up.” Charlie was far from put together right now, what with her rumpled shirt and askew skirt. Besides, she desperately needed out of these shoes as soon as possible, even if it meant kicking them off in an angel's home for a little while. “I was trying not to ruin another pair of pants by wearing the skirt but,” Charlie made a face and shifted uncomfortably as cold fluid slowly ran down her thigh, “now I have a different problem.”
The angel's golden eyes flicked down briefly and he grinned when their eyes met again. “Hot.” He said as the portal shut.
“No, not hot,” Charlie corrected with a sigh, “gross.” Adam didn't seem convinced but he simply shrugged at her and snapped again. The portal that opened this time showed a spacious room with floor to ceiling windows and her eyes glimmered at the prospect of seeing some of actual Heaven, not just the Hell Embassy. Without needing prompting, she happily stepped through the oval and directly into Adam's space.
“Some ground rules,” Adam started as he appears behind her through the portal, “don't fucking touch anything, stay away from the windows, and, for godsake, tone down the sparkles, alright?” The words were hardly out of his mouth before Charlie's gone and he shook his head as she flitted around his apartment but made no move to stop her.
Charlie learned quickly that he had a studio apartment with an open floor plan, if the minimal doors and lack of hallways is any indicator, a fact she enjoyed since her natural curiosity would've driven her absolutely crazy if there were doors to rooms she couldn't look in. Everything was out in the open and Charlie'd basically been given free reign to snoop as long as she kept her hands to herself.
At first, she hadn't understood why the center of his living room was indented down four steps from the rest of the room —Charlie had nearly broken her neck when she tripped and fell into the pit while looking around— but it made sense after she realized it was probably easier not to have bulky furniture when you had two giant appendages attached to your back, even if you could magic them away. On the plus side, his large black circular couch seemed comfortable, though she did bounce off of it when she'd tripped and was shot straight into the solid wood of his coffee table so maybe it was too springy? Upon recovering, Charlie did her best to keep her hands off things and stay away from the windows, as instructed, but there was simply nothing she could do about the sparkles.
With every new thing, Charlie's eyes lit up even more in wonder. There wasn't much decor around the entire room, though what there intrigues her immensely. A pristine giant golden guitar in a glass shadowbox, a floating glowing sphere surrounded by seven ever spinning and rotating rings, a large glass jar full of golden feathers in all sizes, a second giant guitar in the shape of an axe mounted on wall hooks. The only thing that seemed well and truly out of place, that she was well and truly very curious about, was the two purple-gray curtains dead center on the living room wall, twenty feet off the ground.
It was only when she was starting a fourth circuit of the room that Adam finally interrupted her. Impressive, all things considered.
“Fucking-” Charlie glanced over to him, “I brought you here to get cleaned up, not… prance around like a fairy.” He didn't look or sound upset at her running all over his apartment but she still wasn't the best at truly placing his emotions since they could flip on their heads in an instant.
“Oh! Right.” Charlie made her way back toward him and smiled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “Sorry, it's just all so new.” She chirped, spinning in a happy circle with her arms spread. “I just wanna take it all in, while I can, that's all.” Adam shook his head and hummed but didn't comment.
“Right, well, bathrooms through that door.” He flapped his hand nonchalantly toward the black door to the right of the fridge. “Use whatever the fuck you want while you're in there, just don't take forever.” And with that, he walked into the kitchen, clearly done talking to her.
Charlie scoffed quietly at the dismissal then made her way to the bathroom. As she stepped through the door, she stopped short to stare in slight awe at what she saw, not even hearing the door shut behind her. “Wow.”
The floor and bathroom counter was made of pearlescent marble with shimmering black veins streaking through each individual slab and glittering gold complimentary pieces on the facet. Jesus, even his toilet is gold. The shower is just as grandiose as the rest of the bathroom, with at least four black shower heads set into the marble and heavy crystal doors. It's far more lush than she would've expected out of Adam, if she's being honest. Charlie would've expected either everything to be the same but it's in solid black or a bare room with basic amenities, not… this.
It was, in a word, luxurious, like everything else in Adam's apartment. At least she knew where Lucifer got his flair for the extravagant. Apparently, it was just an angel thing.
Charlie shook her head after a moment of wide-eyed gawking and got to work starting up the shower then undressing while it warmed. She made a face at the faint white marks now staining the inside of the skirt and sighed, dropping it beside the rest of her discarded outfit, ruined underwear being tossed in the trash. ’So much for that.’ The blonde thought bitterly before stepping into the shower.
In spite of how quickly she'd initially planned on washing up, Charlie melted with euphoria while in Adam's shower. She wasn't sure how long she spent in there, simply letting the warm water cascade over her like a waterfall from the four shower heads before she finally began actually working toward getting clean, but she ultimately decided she couldn't care less. Having stable water pressure and consistently hot water was something the hotel wasn't always blessed with and Charlie wasn't going to apologize for getting to enjoy it.
It's while she was rinsing the suds from her body that a voice piped up from behind. “Hey, so I have a question.” A shocked scream left her and, on instinct, her wings erupted from her back to cover her body as she turned around to face Adam. “Calm down, it's just me. Sexy wings by the way, babe. So, anyway. Earlier, when we were fucking,” Adam said, leaning against the frame of the open shower door, “you slapped my hand out of the way.” His brow furrowed and he made a face. “What was that about? What, was what I was doing not good enough for your royal pussy?”
“Oh my-” Charlie took a deep steadying breath to keep from losing her temper. “Can this not wait? I'm literally almost done.” She growled, glaring at the angel. Adam snorted as if she'd just told the joke of the century but made no move to leave. “For the love of Satan, seriously? Fine.” Reaching over, she turned the water off sharply. “Believe it or not,” Charlie hissed, “but it had absolutely nothing to do with you.” At Adam's affronted expression, she shrugged and turned her back to him so she could shake the excessive water from her wings without him leering at her chest, gently fixing the askew feathers after. “I haven't had sex in months and today was the first time since before my last relationship I got anywhere near actually getting off. I only took over because I know my body better. Simple as that.”
“Is that so?” Adam's response was terse with insult and Charlie rolled her eyes. Men.
“Yup.” She chirped happily, glancing over her shoulder at him. “There, I've answered you. Can I finish my shower now?”
Adam smiled. “No.” She didn't have a chance to question him because Adam fully stepped into the shower with her. Charlie's eyes widened in surprise and she closed her wings back around her body as she whirled around to face him. Her heart pounded in her chest, though not from fear, as Adam slowly approached her. Backed up until she was pressed to the chilled wall, Charlie stared up at him from under her lashes. “You may know your body better,” Adams murmured into the space between them with a smirk, hand reaching through her feathers until glove clad fingers made contact with the skin of her belly, drawing a breathless noise and a shiver from her, “but that doesn't mean I don't know how to make you cum.” Charlie's breath hitching as he slid his hand down her stomach slowly. As Adams fingers finally found their mark between her legs, he added softly, “I am an expert at all things pussy related, after all.”
Normally, Charlie wasn't one to be embarrassed about her body, being several thousands of years old erasing most shame she may have felt, but there was just something different about Adam's sharp golden eyes that made her feel even more exposed than she'd ever felt before in spite of how her wings cover her. Charlie wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
Charlie breathing stuttered as his fingers first touched her but the longer his hand massaged firm yet gentle circles into her flesh above and to the left of her clit, the less she thought he was simply teasing her to be a dick and the more she thought he actually didn't know what he was doing. It was a far cry from in the Hell Embassy —where Charlie's nerves were alight and she'd almost cum from his fingers alone before she took over— and, as realization washed over her, she slowly released the breath she'd taken. Welp, there went any high she might've been building up. God, how could someone with supposedly multiple millennia of sexual experience be this... Charlie didn't want to be mean and say bad, but, bad? Not wanting to ignite Adam's hairpin sensitive temper or crack his extremely fragile masculinity while she was so so vulnerable, Charlie swallowed her pride —and some of that strange embarrassment she felt under Adam's eye— and gave a small whimper of faux pleasure.
Adam's smug expression didn't change past a slight narrowing of his eyes so she assumed she would be safe. Feeling bolstered, Charlie did it again, longer and higher pitched this time. She tried to remember how she felt less than an hour before in the Heaven Embassy, when his hand had actually made her knees weak and her moans had been genuine, and aimed to copy those noises. The feeling is there but it's laughably dull.
Before the princess could make another sound, a hand latched around Charlie's throat and shoved her harshly against the wall, a grunt of surprise being pulled from her as her eyes flew open. “W- what the hell?” She could hardly get the words out before Adam squeezed his hand slightly, his expression having done a one eighty from moments ago, her adrenaline spiking so fast she felt dizzy from it. His other hand, the one that had been between her legs, is now painfully latched onto her hip.
“Do you think,” he growled, leaning in, “I'm stupid? I can tell when a bitch is faking it.” His tone was hard and his grip around her neck was like iron. “You're not even doing it well.”
The jab makes Charlie's cheeks heat. Jesus, she hadn't thought she'd been that obvious. Tight as his hold was, Charlie could still breathe relatively unhindered so she sucked in a breath before he decided to choke her out. “Adam.” Even with how his fingers twitch tighter slightly, her voice was surprisingly even. “I- I'm sorry, it's just…” She paused for a second but pressed on as his eyes narrowed, blood pounding in her ears. “Y- you weren't doing it right.” Instantly, his tight lipped cold glare becomes a snarl full of sharp teeth as his giant wings flap open with rage and fill the shower, drowning her under his shadow. “You were!” Charlie's own wings flared away from her body in a panic at the display and she reached up to grab his forearm with both hands before he could get angrier, tail whipping with anxiety. “The first time, I mean. You were doing it right the first time, I wasn't lying about that.” Adam's grip slackened marginally but he continued to glare at her skeptically.
Just as suddenly as he grabbed her, he released her. “Just hurry the fuck up.” He spit, wings snapping shut as he turned to leave.
Shit, had Charlie actually hurt his feelings? Guilt made her gut twinge and, without allowing herself the time to overthink it, Charlie blurted out the first thing that came to mind, internally smacking herself in the face once she registered what the fuck she'd said. “I can teach you!” Adam stopped dead at that and slowly turned to look at her. Confusion was written all over his face but so was wariness, distrust. “How to… do it properly.” Her voice was soft with uncertainty when he simply blinked, expression unreadable. “If… you want, I mean.” The longer he stared at her without speaking, the more aware Charlie became of her nakedness.
Finally, Adam broke the silence. “Why?”
Confusion filled her. “Why, what?”
The man scoffed and crossed his arms. “Don't pretend to be stupid, bitch, it's insulting. I hate you, you clearly dislike me for some reason. So why offer?”
Blush made her face hot and she looked away from him. “It's… been a while since I've been with anyone who gave a shit about me during sex, even if you only started doing it to mess with me.” Charlie admitted, heart rate slowing. “Since this arrangement is going to last a long time like our deal says, I want to… actually enjoy myself. When you were doing it properly earlier, I did. Enjoy myself, I mean.” She turned to look at Adam again.
“So? Do you want me to show you or not?”
“Why the fuck should I care if some uppity bitch gets off or not?” Adam demanded hotly and Charlie barely refrained from rolling her eyes.
Instead, she copied his stance and let her wings cover her body, giving him an equally unimpressed look. “You don't have to, I guess, but sex is more fun when everyone involved is having a good time. Most women don't get off from just being fucked. Some can, sure, but the vast majority don't.” Against her better judgment, Charlie leaned over some and smiled sweetly. “I bet ninety percent of the women you've slept with went home and finished the job themselves.” His face twisted with displeasure at the jab.
“Alright, cunt,” Adam growled as he walked closer, “you've piqued my interest.” He stopped at the door to the shower and placed a hand on either side of the frame, leaning in toward her. “Let's see if you can keep it. How do you plan to, quote unquote, ‘show me’? What, gonna jerk off in front of me and just expect me to follow along?”
“God, you are such a child.” This time Charlie didn't stop herself from rolling her eyes, because, yes, that was her frantically taped together plan. Short of pulling up a porn video, what else could she do, though? Lord, she really was as stupid as her father, and also now Adam, said. “If you'll give me two minutes to dry off, I'll show you what I mean.” When Adam made no move to leave and instead looked her up then down, Charlie gave a growl. “I meant alone.” The angel let out a put-upon sigh but complied, leaving Charlie alone in the bathroom.
Once the door to the bathroom slammed shut, Charlie sighed softly and unwrapped her wings from her body, clicking her tongue sadly at the sight of her soggy and bedraggled feathers. Unfortunately, without more time, there's not much she can do for them so Charlie simply tucked them away for Future Charlie to deal with later.
After taking a few seconds to get lost in the softness that is Heaven towels, Charlie got to work drying herself off and, true to her word, she exited the bathroom a few minutes later.
“Um, what the fuck is this?” A voice asked from the kitchen and Charlie whirled around, dropping her shoes and soiled skirt as she tugged her shirt down to attempt to preserve some of her modesty with whoever this was, the strange voice putting her nerves on edge. Leaning against the island and staring her down like Charlie was a dead rat he found on the side of the road was an olive skinned man with coiffed short brown hair, a scruffy goatee with a five o'clock shadow, and dark yellow eyes set in a fiery glare at her. “Okay, now what are you doing?”
It took her a minute but Charlie eventually connected the dots. “Oh my God. Adam?” If he'd been wearing his robes or if she'd seen his wings, she may have caught on faster, but, as it was, the high collared tight black shirt he was wearing was the last thing she expected to see an angel, let alone this angel, in.
“No,” came an immediate answer, the tone so sarcastic and familiar she released her shirt with a relieved sigh, “I'm just some fucking guy he invited over so we could watch a demon bitch masturbate. Of course it's me. What, you thought I was just,” he gestured over to where his helmet sat, face now a matter black blank screen, “that?” Charlie put her hand on her hip and gave him a look which he snorted at, waving his hand vaguely. “Don’t fucking answer that. Back to my original question. What the fuck is this?” Adam gestured to her. “Why are you dressed?”
“Okay first off,” Charlie ignored him, holding up a single finger, “you sound completely different without the mask, you changed out of your robes, and I couldn't see your wings from this angle so excuse me for not instantly recognizing you, you pompous ass. Second,” another finger, “I'm not dressed. I just have my shirt on. I didn't wanna run around your apartment naked and give you another full show. And third,” she held up a third finger before dropping her hand entirely, “what does me having a shirt on have to do with anything?”
Adam hummed softly, mouth twisting in thought as he stared at her. Somehow, his human eyes made her feel more exposed than the LED screen of his mask ever did. In lieu of actually answering her, Adam merely smirked and rested his cheek in the palm of one hand, head tilting. “So what's this then? A three quarters show, because there's no way those A-Cup tits of yours are worth half a show on their own, babe.” His sneer may have been significantly softer like this but it didn't make his face any less punchable.
A growl of frustration exited her throat before she was able to stop it and Charlie could see the moment her horns came out plain as day on Adam's face. The man blinked and tracked them as they grew, eyes flicking between the two protrusions in what appeared to be heavily concealed curiosity, before he blinked once more and his expression went back to that smug sneer. “Oh ho, don't tease me now. You know what they say about horns, sweetie.” She didn't move away as he walked over to her, nor as he grabbed her horns at their base and leaned down to get in her face, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of reacting in any way. “Ya’know, that they're just handlebars for fucking? Always wanted to fuck a bitch with horns.”
That made Charlie slap his hands away and take a step back, glaring at his amused expression as her cheeks heated. “You're such a pig. Do you only ever think about sex when you look at a woman?” Charlie questioned hotly as she forced her horns to recede lest he try to grab them again.
“Of course not. I think about food sometimes, too.” Came his cheeky response. “Though, you should definitely try thinking about sex more often,” a poke between her eyes has Charlie hissing, swiping at his hand even as he quickly retracts it with a grin, “cause it might help that pissed off expression you seem to always have glued to your face. With all the extra additions you have —a tail, wings, and horns? Babe, c'mon— sex should be the only thing on your mind, sugartits.”
Charlie gave him an unimpressed look. “I repeat. Pig.” She inhaled deeply, rubbing her temples as she turned and walked away from the other. Adam was somehow giving her a worse migraine than Angel ever managed in his first few weeks at the hotel, and that was saying something. At least the sinner knew when to back off with his sex talk. Most of the time… “Ugh, let's just get this over with so I can go home already.” It was only then that she finally realized something was missing from the apartment. How Charlie missed it after exploring most of the available space, she wasn't sure. Charlie chalked it up to Adam distracting her. “Uh, where's your bed?”
“We don't need a bed to fuck, pink cheeks. I figured you'd know that by now.”Adam leaned over to speak in her ear, his voice soft. Charlie's eye twitched, regretting her offer more by the second. Before Charlie could try and respond, Adam gripped her chin gently between two fingers and angled her head in the direction of those shut curtains she noticed earlier.
The princess blinked a couple times. A loft? That… made sense, in a way, but Satan below was this man's apartment set up so weird. And she thought the hotel had problems.
“Right.” Charlie chewed on her inner lip as she stared up at the curtains, anxiety gnawing her stomach out of nowhere.
Confusion at why she was so nervous all of a sudden washed over Charlie. The two of them had had sex multiple times now, she has the cumstained pants and the bruising to prove it, this shouldn't be any different. In fact, it should be easier! But, on the flip side, this felt significantly more… intimate… than the almost clinical coupling they'd done in the past. She was no longer going to just be standing there while he, to be blunt, used her like a cum sock to throw away. Charlie was going to be actually showing and leading him through what to do, was going to purposefully expose herself to him past what was necessary for their deal. She could already hear his redirective taunting and reactive anger when she tried correcting him about any little thing. A sigh of resignation left her and Charlie let her black and red wings come back out. They might look like a disaster but they'd get her where she needed to go. Thankfully the angel didn't comment despite how he eyed them judgingly and instead made a slow, languid sweeping gesture toward the curtains as if to say ’Ladies first.’
With a huff, Charlie made the short flight up to the loft easily enough and tucked her wings away just as Adam landed beside her, his wings disappearing with a flash of light.
The alcove itself is surprisingly large, and it made her wonder if all homes in Heaven were designed this way or if this is an Adam Special. It's deep enough to fit his king size bed, covered in bedding of the standard angelic gold she was becoming awfully familiar with, dead center on the right wall with more than a few feet of room to spare on the remaining three sides and tall enough the angel beside her can stand without slouching —a surprising feat on its own since he had to be at least a foot, maybe more, taller than her and she was already bordering the edge of seven feet tall herself. His bed faced a large, squat evangelical dresser made of some kind of dark wood —Mahogany? Or maybe it was just painted…— that sat against the far wall. On either side of the bed, there's two small tables that match his dresser, each with midsized lamps atop them that give the recess a soft glow once the curtains fully shut behind Adam. Beneath the bed and stretching nearly the full size of the occupied space was a soft, plush black rug. It almost felt… comfortable and homey up there. Other than those few things, though, there was nothing else in the little room to add personal touches like there is in the rest of the place.
“You sure like to stand around and gawk, huh?” Adam asked as he walked past her, stopping at his aforementioned dresser and leaning his hip against it to watch her. “Don't tell me you're having second thoughts, Princess?” How many times had she been called that in her lifetime and it never affected her? Until now. There was just something about how he said it, Princess, that made Charlie have to bite her tongue. The subtle little growl in his voice that Adam probably thought intimidated her but definitely did not that was sending sparks through her that made her clit tingle.
“No, I'm not.” Charlie muttered once she could use her tongue again before sitting, nervously gliding her hands back and forth across the silky soft golden sheets. Keeping her eyes anywhere other than the other occupant of the room, anxiety made her skin prick uncomfortably as her confidence built much slower than she would've liked. It'd been a while since Charlie'd done this in front of someone and, if she remembered it correctly, that instance had been with a partner she'd been dating for months by that point. Charlie hardly even knew the imposing angel outside the stories she grew up with.
The longer she took, the more absolutely insane she felt for blatantly offering to show some misogynistic asshole —who probably couldn't find the clitoris nine times out of ten— how to touch a woman. Sure, Charlie would benefit from it in the end but how much mocking and belittling would she have to endure potentially before, during, and afterwards? Would dealing with Adam like that even be worth the potential reward?
’Though,’ Charlie thought wryly as her eyes slowly slid over to the aforementioned man to watch him from the corner of her eye as he picked at his blackened fingernails, ’I suppose it won't be much different than how he normally is.’ Thankfully, Adam was wholly unaware of her internal struggle and seemingly uninterested in making this any harder for now. Before Charlie could look away, however, his eyes flick up as if he can sense he's being looked at. Bronzing gold met blood red and narrowed a fraction, causing Charlie's brows to furrow and her lips to flatten as she looked away. In her defense, it's not like she was staring on purpose and she hadn't meant to be caught doing it!
Acutely aware of how his eyes were now boring into her, and fresh out of stalling ideas, Charlie took a slow, deep inhale and slid herself across the mattress until she was in the very center before scooting backwards and propping herself up with the plethora of plush pillows at the head of the bed.
There were a few false starts where Charlie would start to slide a hand down her body to touch herself, where she'd open her mouth to explain what she'd be doing, but stopped as she met Adam's searing and unblinking gaze past the hill of her knee. It was a little {read; extremely} disconcerting.
“Alright,” Charlie announced loudly after her fourth failed attempt, sitting up and looking over to the angel, “I can't do this with you just… standing there, staring at me like I'm a piece of meat or something.”
A sharp grin. “Well-”
“Don't.” Charlie bit out. “Just…” Dropping her head into her hand, she sighed, “either get over here so I can show you a different way or make me a portal and we'll do this another time.” She muttered, nerves making her cross her legs and look away. For a brief minute, all she heard was grumbling followed by a long drawn out, exaggerated sigh and naturally Charlie assumed Adam was bitching about her and getting ready to make a portal back to Hell until the clatter of a boot hitting the plush rug sounded.
Whipping her head around showed the angel standing beside the bed, angrily struggling with his other boot. “What-?”
“What, you think I'm just gonna get into my own bed with my fucking shoes on?” Adam gritted as he finally kicked the offending object off. “Fuck that, I'm not an animal. I have standards.” As he spoke, he clambered onto the mattress until he was beside her. In true Adam fashion, he crossed his arms in annoyance as she stared at him. “God, now what?”
“Nothing!” Charlie rushed to say and looked away. “I'm just… surprised is all.” The princess peeked up at him. “In a good way, though!” Adam's expression unpinched somewhat at that but he didn't comment and instead grunted as an indication for her to hurry up. “Right well, uh, anyway. Here…” Hesitantly, Charlie grabbed his arm. When he didn't pull away or fight, she continued by lifting until said arm looped around her back and his large hand settled on her thigh then angled herself a fraction so she was leaning back against his side rather than fully on his arm. Not being able to actually see him staring helped more than Charlie thought it would and she could almost pretend she was here with someone else.
Almost.
“Sooo, to start,” Fiddling with her own fingers and keeping her eyes downcast as her face heats, Charlie begins, “some women don't produce any natural lubrication but that's not necessarily an indicator of their arousal level so, um, sometimes you'll need to use an additional source of lube.” She curled her hand in toward her body and when she opened it again, a small bottle was perched in her palm. Charlie rolled the bottle between her palms nervously as she continued talking, trying to focus on anything besides the heat radiating into her thigh from where his hand sat. “I don't mean to sound so… clinical, I guess, about it but,” she murmured as she grabbed Adam's hand and turned it so his palm was facing upwards, gently straightening his fingers out, “it's just, this is important to know is all. As a note, if you're going to have penetrative sex, you should always make sure the person you're with is turned on, stretched, and acceptably wet. The less stretched and wet she is during sex, the less she'll be enjoying it, the more it'll… hurt, and the less enjoyment both of you will get in the end.
“If someone needs a little help in the ‘getting wet’ department, that's fine. That's what lube is for. Lube also helps reduce friction between parties so it's always good practice to use it no matter what, in all honesty. Anyways, start with a small, but generous, amount of lube of your choice and spread it evenly.” Charlie popped the lid of the small bottle and squirted a healthy dollop onto the man's fingers, carefully spreading it across the digits and glancing up at Adam from the corner of her eye. She expected to see frustration across his features, had fully prepared for him to bitch and moan the entire time, at being given what is essentially a sex talk but is pleasantly surprised at his expression. Adams' own eyes are locked on their hands, pupils blown wide like watching as she worked the lube across his fingers was the next best thing to being created. Charlie's stomach flipped at the sight and she swallowed thickly before clearing her throat, looking away. “The clit has literally thousands of nerve endings and they extend past just the visible part you can see or feel. Use that to your advantage.” She said quietly as she flipped his now sufficiently prepared hand back over and slid it between her legs, pulling her feet toward her body and spreading her knees to make room for his larger hand.
“How do you expect me to actually know what I'm doing,” Adam said gruffly as his hand made contact with her, as if admitting he was lacking in something sex related hurt, “if I can't see where or how you're… leading my hand?”
A hum left her at the question and Charlie looked up at him again, lifting a brow when he scowled down at her, the apples of his cheeks a few shades darker with involuntary blush. “It's less about seeing what you're doing and more about paying attention to the person you're with, about using the queues they give you. You don't need to see to learn. If blind men can do this, Dickmaster, so can you." Charlie teased softly as she positioned his fingers, flicking her tail and looking away with a smirk as he scoffed in response to the nickname.
With her own hand curled over his, Charlie began leading him through the various ways to properly touch her. She'd tense and hiss, twitching away from him when he would be too rough, and relax against his body and sigh softly when he was back to using better pressure. The feeling of someone else's hand on her —even when the movements and touches were somewhat clunky and novice in nature– had her releasing small breathy exhales of approval, her eyes drifting shut. Adam is far from perfect at this, but, considering how they got in this position to begin with, Charlie wasn't exactly surprised. What did surprise her, however, is how quickly he picked things up now that he wasn't running his mouth and pretending to know everything. Maybe all that talk from before wasn't just talk?
After just a few moments of leading him, when she wasn't hissing in discomfort or pain from his touches, Charlie sank down and pressed back into the man's body, giving quiet words of encouragement and direction. Slowly, she removed her hand from Adam's and let out soft chittering purrs at the small tight circles he massaged into the sensitive skin on either side of her clit. A quiet curse left him when her hips started twitching and rolling in response to his movements and again when one of her hands reached back to tangle in the hair at the back of his head.
Charlie's not sure how long they stayed in that position, she was content to sit like that and just have him touch her for hours, before that familiar tingling that'd overtaken limbs spread further and heat filled her gut. Her tail, of its own volition seemingly, curls around his calf tightly as she slotted her hand back over his own, pinning it in place against her so she could grind against his palm until she came with a shuddered moan. As her orgasm washes over her, Charlie blindly turned her head toward Adam and tugged him down until their mouths connected, purring happily.
It took Charlie a moment to register through the fog of her release that Adam had fully stiffened, that he'd gone completely unresponsive and still, and then another second longer to realize exactly why.
They were kissing.
No no, that wasn't quite right.
She was kissing him.
Oh no, oh shit, oh fuck.
Hastily, Charlie separated their mouths and practically threw his hand away as she scrambled to put some space between them. The angel remained unmoving, though his eyes tracked her retreat. “Oh… my gosh, I- I- I am so so so sosososo sorry. I- I shouldn't have done that, I overstepped! I'm so-” She couldn't even get her full apology out before he twisted around and pushed her down into the mattress with a hand around her throat, effectively trapping her with a knee on either side of her body as he curled over her to get in her face.
“Shut the fuck up.” Adam snapped around a hiss. Charlie opened her mouth, prepared to apologize again despite his obvious anger with her, when his face twisted into a sneer and suddenly he was kissing her hungrily, hands buried in her hair and holding her head in place. Although her eyes widened in surprise at the angel's actions, Charlie didn't argue and instead let herself melt under his attention and kissed back with fervor. God, it's been months since she was kissed so forcefully.
The kiss is searing and electric and intense and it reignited the throbbing between her legs, and Charlie twisted her hands into his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. In response, Adam gave her hair a sharp tug of approval that had her whining into his mouth.
Their mouths disconnect after several heated minutes, a string of saliva connecting them for a handful of seconds before it breaks, leaving them both red faced and panting heavily.
Charlie's eyes darted back and forth between Adam's own. Neither of them seemed sure of what just happened. Testingly, she slid her hands down his front until she landed on the hem of his pants, a sly little grin crossing her face. After a kiss like that, this could go one of two ways. Adam would reciprocate what she was about to suggest and they'd have sex again, or he'd get mad and kick her out in a fit. Only one way to find out. “I seem to recall you mentioning something about a… round two?” It wasn't a question she wanted answered with words, that was obvious from how she kept her eyes locked with his as she slowly unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his jeans.
A grin split Adam's red face as he realized what she was implying and he shifted off his forearms to stare down at her as she palmed him into full hardness through his pants. As his eyes went half-lidded with pleasure and he leaned in to kiss her for a third time, Charlie gave him a playful squeeze, not enough to hurt but enough to dig the teeth of his zipper into the flesh of his cock, and pull a yelping hiss from the man as he reared back away from her. “I hope you know that you're a fucking cunt for that.” A genuine laugh was punched out of Charlie as she pulled the tab of the zipper down and finally fished him out of the confines of his jeans.
Blinking up at him innocently, Charlie dragged feather light fingers up and down the length of his cock. “Is that so?” She removed her hand from him and rolled onto her front as if she was about to slide out from under his body, “Well if I'm such a cunt, I guess you… don't want help with this, then? And I can just,” Charlie arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him, lifting an eyebrow and hiding her amused smirk behind her shoulder at how his eye twitched, “go home?”
Adam slid his hands down her back lightly until they landed on her waist. “I never said that, you cheeky little minx,” he growled with a grin, “so you'd better flip that scrawny ass of yours back over if you know what's good for you.” Despite how his words sound like a threat, there's no heat behind them and Charlie narrowed her eyes in challenge.
“Oh? Or what?”
“You really wanna find out, Princess?” He asked, fingers curling into her hips slightly. She pressed her mouth into her shoulder and bit her lip at his words, but didn't move as she met his eye. They stared one another down for a few seconds, Adam's own eyes narrowing at her defiance, before she heaved a dramatic sigh and flipped back over. This time, however, Charlie pulled her legs out from between his knees and settled a foot on either side of him.
He purred. “Hm, good girl.” Lifting a hand and lapping at his fingers until they were coated with his spit, Adam cupped her pussy. His touch was gentle but firm as he cupped her, her previously tacky release and the dried lube between her thighs becoming slippery once more from the moisture of his saliva, and he gathered the additional slickness on his hand. It wasn't long before Adam pulled his hand away from her —grinning as she hissed in frustration— and took himself in hand, stroking his length slowly.
Charlie lifted her hips and raised herself onto the balls of her feet, grunting as Adam smirked down at her. “Looks like someone's impatient.” He said as he grabbed her hips, rubbing circles into the mixture of bruises with his thumbs as he lined himself with her entrance and slowly sank into her.
Dual groans left them as the angel bottomed out in her, Charlie's walls twitching frantically at both the pleasant stretch and the new angle. As Adam shifted and began moving, a quiet jingling tune filled the air. It was hardly audible and she might've thought she was imagining it if Adam hadn't tensed at the sound. Despite how badly she wanted him to just fuck her and ignore whoever was calling, Charlie still pressed her hand to his chest to stop him. “Wait.” Adam made a face at her but did as she said. She listened for a moment before sighing. Yep. Angel. “I'm getting a call. I have to go answer it.” Adam didn't move and Charlie furrowed her brows up at him.
“Seriously?” He tightened his hold on her despite how her eyes narrowed. “You're gonna make us stop over your phone?” Adam pulled out of her with an eye roll and waved his hand toward the curtains. “How the fuck are you getting a call from Hell up here anyway?”
Charlie scoffed in disbelief at the attitude change. She understood, really she did. It wasn't like she wanted to stop either, her cunt throbbed angrily at the sudden emptiness, but she wasn't just going to ignore the people in her life for sex with Adam, especially not when they'd already fulfilled the parameters of their deal for the week. Besides, Angel would've just kept calling until she answered, may as well find out what he wanted and if it wasn't important, and Adam wasn't pouting, maybe they could continue afterwards. Like he was a dog she was rewarding or some shit. “Don't be such a baby, Adam.” Charlie grumbled, shaking her head as she shifted to pull herself off the bed. “How I'm getting a call, I'm not sure but for someone to be calling me, it must be important.”
“The fuck you talking about important? Nothing is more important than me.”
The response had her rolling her eyes but she didn't say anything in return, instead heading toward the curtains. Flying down to where her phone lay abandoned on the floor of the conversation pit from when she'd almost killed herself, Charlie answered it quickly. “Angel! Hey!”
“Christ on a stick, Charlie! Finally! That was almost nine fuckin’ rings, you bitch.” She rolled her eyes fondly at Angel's snippy attitude about having to wait for her to pick up.
“I know, sorry! I wasn't expecting to get a call and I didn't have my phone on me.” Charlie slotted the phone between her shoulder and ear as she lifted her skirt up, looking it over critically and trying to decide if it was worth the effort of saving.
“You okay, Char? Do I gotta send the wingless wonder out to look for you, because I will. Don't think I won't.”
“I'm fine, Angie, I promise. I'll be home soon so there's no need to get Vaggie to track me down. And you shouldn't call her that, it's not nice.” She scolded lightly, putting her hand on her hip with a frown and taking her phone back in hand.
“Maybe I wouldn't call her that if she'd actually be more forthcoming with information about shit.” Angel paused. “Or if the bitch would stop snoopin’ around and clearin’ out all my drug stashes. I swear, she's like a fuckin’ blood hound when it comes to findin’ ‘em.” Before Charlie could respond, because Vaggie was only trying to help the sinner stay clean like he'd promised he would as part of his personalized redemption plan, Angel groaned. “Whatever, forget about that. I'm callin’ cause Vagina decided it'd be a good idea to let that slimy snake fucker into the hotel. Ya'know, the guy that attacked us this mornin’?” He went quiet for a second but she could still hear muffled arguing through his side of the phone. “Ugh, just get back here.”
As she opened her mouth to respond, Adam landed behind her with a frown, arms crossed. Pouty. “Angel, the whole point of the hotel is to redeem sinners. If he wants to strive for betterment, who am I to stop that? I'm sure Vaggie has this under control.”
“Toots,” the sinner sighed, “I was in the mafia. I know when someone's being an underhanded, two timin’ fuck, and this guy… he's settin’ off all my alarms. I'm doing you a courtesy by callin’ instead of just takin’ care of him myself. So get your ass back here.”
Charlie heaved a sigh and relented. “Fine. I'll be back as soon as I can be, just don't do anything drastic in the meantime, okay?”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
“You're leaving?” Adam demanded, hands on his hips, before she could end the call.
“Wait, hold up, who the fuck was that?” Angel yelled just as she pressed the end call button.
“Fuck.” She grumbled, staring at her phone as it lit up again with Angel's face. She swiped to ignore it and turned to Adam. “Yes, I'm leaving. I told you, I have a life outside of being your toy and I'm needed at home. Don't get your feathers in a ruffle, I've held up my end of the deal for the week so,” Charlie stepped into the skirt, shimmying it into place as she toed her shoes on and her phone started ringing for a third time, “one portal back to Hell, please.”
Adam made a face at her, clearly having expected her to say something else and not at all happy to learn she'd be leaving before they could finish, and recrossed his arms with a scowl. Charlie declined the call then mirrored his previous stance and put her hands on her hips, glaring at him until he growled with frustration. He snapped his fingers and turned away from her. “Just get the fuck out already.”
Charlie shook her head once more at Adam and stepped through the portal to Hell, barely getting her tail out before the oval closed. “Asshole.”