Charisma

"Cha-ris-ma!" Billie's sang lightly in my ear the next morning. I rolled over and was greeted by a surprisingly smiling Billie. He had just showered so his hair was still wet and he was only wearing black boxer shorts.

"Hi." I whispered, smiling and pulling the pillow down closer to me.

"I was thinking that we should go out to dinner tonight." He stood at the side of his bed, playing with his comforter in his hands. I sat up then, smiling at how nervous he was presenting himself to be.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Billie?" I got up on my knees in front of him, holding myself up by placing my arms around his neck.

"If I were, would you say yes?"

"Of course I would say yes." I smiled and placed a kiss lightly on his nose. He leaned forward slightly, snacking his arms around my waist and pulling me toward him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stumbled backwards and fixed his hold on me.

"Good, and dress up if you could." I giggled as he spun me in circles and little droplets of water hit my face.

"What's the occasion? And why are we spinning in circles?" He hoisted myself up against him, getting a better grip, and it was then I noticed how we were both wearing very little.

"I want to take you on an official date, if that's all right with you. And why are we spinning? Oh, I don't know. I just feel awful chipper waking up next to you. Hungover or not." I smiled and kissed his wet hair and he stopped spinning.

"It is all right with me, sir." He walked back toward his bed and I pushed backward off of him, jumping back up slightly after I landed.

"Good. But, yes, dress up, okay?" I couldn't help but check him out as he talked. His hair was wet and disheveled, which was a nice combination. He was only wearing boxers and his narrow hips and long torso were quite the turn-on. I smiled devilishly up at him and nodded my head once.

"Yes sir! I shall dress up."

"What are you smiling at?" He looked down at his bare chest and then back at me.

"How much I want to jump on you right now." I smiled with my tongue out slightly; biting down on it lightly.

"J-Jump on me? W-why would you want to do that?" I think we were both getting wrapped up in each others appearance at that moment because the way I smiled had obviously some hold over him.

"Why? Because you look so damn good right now!" I admitted honestly. He looked surprised by my open answer and I could see a light blush form on his cheeks. He looked like he was about to speak but ended up closing his mouth as fast as he had opened it.

"Oh." He said, eventually, causing me to erupt in laughter.

"Why are you damn shy all of a sudden, Billie?"

"Because! The way you're looking at me right now is so fucking adorable I swear my insides are going to explode because I can't even handle it!"

"Come here." I said simply, lying back on his bed and he raised an eyebrow in response.

"What? Where do you want me to go?" Instead of answering I sat back up and knelt in front of him, pulling him down by his hair as I kissed him.

He was straddling me, then, and I felt a rush of excitement and lust run through my body. I bit his bottom lip harder than I intended but only got a eager moan in response. His kisses were full of hunger and desire and I grabbed at his back, flipping us over.

I positioned my thighs further apart so when I went to lean further into the kiss my pelvic region would hit him in the right spot.

"Oh, oh fuck, Charisma." He breathed in-between kisses; I leaned forward as far as I could as I grabbed at his hair. I deepened our kiss and everything seemed to be picking up pace.

I moved my left arm down his bare chest and to the rim of his boxer shorts. I bit his bottom lip again as I moved my hand underneath them; which was when it seemed his mind started to function again.

He grabbed my left wrist and pulled it out of his boxers. He sat up and pulled me down in-between his legs, wrapping his arms around my bare waist.

"That would be a bad move. I'm sorry, Charisma. I want to, you have no idea...but it's not the right time."

I turned my head to look at him and I smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. I was just so caught up in the moment and, yeah, you're right. It's not the right time." He kissed the side of my head and let his chin sit on my right shoulder.

"You know, you seem very flexible." I giggled and mentally rolled my eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know." He gave me a light squeeze and kissed my head again.

"I really, really, really would. That move of yours? Very, very pleasurable. Kudos to you." I felt him kiss me once again and I smiled to myself. I don't think I've ever been this happy, even if I just did get rejected sexually.

I scooted away from him and I heard him whimper in protest. I turned around and scooted back toward him, extending my legs over his thighs.

"I just wanted to be able to face you." I smiled, grabbing his left hand and kissing it.

"You're adorable, you know that?" He took both my hands in his and started playing with my fingers.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He smiled triumphantly and I stuck my tongue out in response.

"I'm kidding, but I'm really not. You're just distracted by my pretty face." I rolled my eyes and was distracted by the faint sound of the front door shutting.

"I guess my mom got off work early today." Billie noted, causing me to stare at him nervously.

"Will she be mad that I'm here? You know, in my bra and panties." Billie laughed and shook his head, kissing my hand.

"No, you silly girl. She doesn't check on me anymore because I'm a big boy. Plus, she knows who you are and is actually anxious to meet you."

"Really? Wow. But, Billie, tonight...would you like to meet my dad?" I looked back at him from his closed bedroom door.

"Do you even have to ask? I love The Clash! Why wouldn't I want to meet Joe fucking Strummer?" His excitement made me raise my eyebrows at him questionably and he stuck his tongue out. We acted like such babies at times with each other. It was fun.

"You cannot act like that! Billie, life back in England was hell for me because of my dad. I don't blame him, I couldn't ask for a better father, but people just used me to be around their hero and it's a nice escape to be here in California." Billie pulled me closer to him and I turned on my back so I was lying against his stomach.

"I'm not going to be an obnoxious fan, I promise you." He laid his hands on my stomach and started drawing random shapes. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Wouldn't matter anyway. He loves meeting new people and will talk to you for a long time."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, it's one of the qualities I picked up from him. It just takes a longer time for that side of me to show."

"Well, you're not shy around me anymore, so maybe not as long as you think." He kissed the back of my head and I smiled even though he couldn't see it.

"That's because I'm so comfortable around you." He gave me a slight squeeze once again and I snuggled up more closely to him.

"I'm excited for tonight."

"I am as well. I really, really am."

I don't think I could be any happier than I was at that exact moment, lying in Billie's arm.