manchild, why you always come a runnin' to me?
The shift in Kaisel doesn’t go unnoticed, not the way his voice softens, not the way his hands settle with something almost reverent instead of startled, and Charlie drinks it in like sunlight. When he breathes out that there’s a baby in there, that she’s making it, her entire face lights up, and for a fleeting, ridiculous moment, little flickers of flame spark to life around her curls in the shape of uneven, glowing hearts. "I know!!!!!" she squeals, bright and triumphant.
As Kai's palms fit around her tits, Charlie of course, presses forward with unabashed delight, her grin sharpening into something almost feral as she nudges closer, basking in the attention and the awe of it all. When he jerks his hands away, flushing, she beams at him like he’s just done something incredibly charming, her own hands sliding up to cup her tits in a way that only makes the effect more dramatic. "Not just the baby," she adds, eyes sparkling with mischief as she gives a small, satisfied squeeze, "but everyone."
The chaos outside barely registers for her at all. The scream, the lightning, the bats scattering into frantic motion, it’s all background noise to the much more interesting development of Kaisel absolutely unraveling in front of her. She watches him with wide, curious eyes as he startles and swears, head tilting slightly with amusement. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, she darts toward the lounge he’s indicated, dropping onto it with dramatic ease. She leans back immediately, utterly comfortable, one leg shifting just enough such that the hem of her dress rides devastatingly high on her thighs. One hand settles over the curve of her belly again, fingers splayed possessively, while the rest of her seems to radiate warmth and satisfaction.
"I feel great," she declares, bright and certain, as though that’s the only possible answer. She gives a casual little shrug, curls bouncing lightly. "Sometimes the baby kicks or starts a fire, and that doesn’t feel as good, but it’s no big deal."
As Kai's palms fit around her tits, Charlie of course, presses forward with unabashed delight, her grin sharpening into something almost feral as she nudges closer, basking in the attention and the awe of it all. When he jerks his hands away, flushing, she beams at him like he’s just done something incredibly charming, her own hands sliding up to cup her tits in a way that only makes the effect more dramatic. "Not just the baby," she adds, eyes sparkling with mischief as she gives a small, satisfied squeeze, "but everyone."
The chaos outside barely registers for her at all. The scream, the lightning, the bats scattering into frantic motion, it’s all background noise to the much more interesting development of Kaisel absolutely unraveling in front of her. She watches him with wide, curious eyes as he startles and swears, head tilting slightly with amusement. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, she darts toward the lounge he’s indicated, dropping onto it with dramatic ease. She leans back immediately, utterly comfortable, one leg shifting just enough such that the hem of her dress rides devastatingly high on her thighs. One hand settles over the curve of her belly again, fingers splayed possessively, while the rest of her seems to radiate warmth and satisfaction.
"I feel great," she declares, bright and certain, as though that’s the only possible answer. She gives a casual little shrug, curls bouncing lightly. "Sometimes the baby kicks or starts a fire, and that doesn’t feel as good, but it’s no big deal."
half your brain just ain't there
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
