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Sunday is Dee’s favorite day of the week. Paddy’s closed early on Sundays, or that was what Dee had been telling herself for the past couple of years. She had tuned out the frequency at which Dennis and Mac yelled at years ago, so whatever they had to say to her when she left at 9pm didn’t register. Traffic on Sundays is always light and Dee got to drive home in peace. And on Sundays the new episodes of all her favorite trashy TV shows aired. Halfway reclined into her sofa with a glass of wine ready to judge degenerates on her TV, Dee got to settle on Sunday’s being the absolute best.
Reaching for the rest of the bottle, stashed nearby so she didn’t miss a second, a knock rang at her door. Calling it a knock was generous, it was more of an incessant thumping. She tried to ignore it, attempting to figure out how to turn on subtitles to get ahead of the plumbing sound. And ignoring it seemed to help when it did eventually stop. But pouring herself another glass proved more difficult when the knocking startled her again.
“My couch!”
Marching over to her door, Dee matched the knocking’s energy by stomping her feet, though that wasn’t punishing anybody but her downstairs neighbor and her feet.
“What Charlie?” His laser focus dropped as soon as Dee swung the door open. Instead a look of satisfaction crosses Charlie's face.
"How’d you know it was me? Were you expecting me?”
“No, I was not expecting you, asshole. I was expecting to have a nice evening at home by myself.” Dee felt a small pang in her chest when Charlie’s dumb smile faltered. Charlie got shit at the bar, got shit at home, and their entire arrangement started because he was getting shit with the Waitress too. But she didn’t feel too bad as the wheels began to churn in his head again.
“Well would you like to have a nice evening inside of me- with me inside of you? Wait- would you like to spend-”
“No, Charlie. I want to be alone.” Dee said, closing the door and putting Charlie out of the misery of trying to form a single grammatically correct sentence.
Walking back to her couch Dee felt that pang again. Two months prior Dee had volunteered to close Paddy’s with Charlie. She had just been dumped from another relationship and had no Friday night prospects to attend to so just to get Mac and Dennis out of her face she offered to stay behind that night. When the front of the house was all cleaned up she checked the men’s bathroom only to find Charlie trying to make himself pass out with cleaning chemicals that should not be mixed together. Having seriously nothing to do, Dee sat on the bathroom floor listening to Charlie complain about the Waitress’ new boyfriend instead of leaving to find him comatose over a toilet in the morning. One thing led to another and Charlie ended up bending her over the bar. While recleaning the bar top of their own substances Dee made Charlie swear not to tell the gang and it was a one time thing. Since then, every time Charlie strikes out with the Waitress Dee finds him at her front door.
The amount of times they’d had sex in the past two months was embarrassing, but Dee found a way to file it away in her thoughts as charity work. But once the number climbed into the double digits Dee made herself swear to end it. Not because of Charlie, he was a sweet guy and good at any and every job she gave him to do, but because the risk of the gang finding out was just too great. Charlie had gotten into the habit of trying funny stuff during shifts and she was sure Dennis had seen Charlie grab her ass on multiple occasions. Charlie would work it out with the Waitress, she’d be able to look past the stalker thing eventually and everyone would be happier for it.
“Your lock is really easy to pick, Dee”
“Charlie!” Dee turned around to Charlie shutting her front door and making his way towards her.
“Look, I’ll make it quick,” He said, grabbing her by the sides. He rested his head down into the nook of her shoulder, his hot breath rising up to her nose as he laid scruffy kisses into her neck. She tried to push him off with just her chin, craning her neck out of his reach.
“No, Charlie, you will leave.” A firm no has the opposite effect on Charlie who crumples his body against Dee, letting his body go dead on top of her. “Charlie! No! Stand up, Charlie!” Dee finds a way to loop her arms through his, holding him up as straight as she can as his face falters against her chest.
“Dee, please, I feel so bad, I just need one win tonight.” He muffles into her, going even more limp. Dee feels like she’s about to fall over.
“Charlie!”
“I was going over to the Waitress’ place to drop off some really nice flowers I found by the bar, but she was with that guy.”
“Yeah, her boyfriend!” Dee hoped that reality check would make him stand up and stop smothering his face in between her boobs.
“He doesn’t deserve to be called that. He doesn’t love her like I do. Where were his flowers for her?”
“He was probably taking her home to deflower her!” Charlie fully crumples to the ground, bringing Dee with him but not without screaming.
“Charlie, Charlie! I’m joking. Her flower has been plucked dry.” Charlie lets out a deep growl, “Okay, okay! What I really mean is that she’ll realize that he isn’t treating her right and she’ll break up with him.” But not even that moves Charlie from on top of her so Dee tries again, “That he can’t protect her bike like you do or pay her parking tickets or treat her shampoos! She’ll realize you’re the right guy for her in no time.” From on top of her she can see the ends of Charlie’s lips curl into a sweet smile. Dee plants a kiss on top of Charlie’s head for good measure.
“So that means you’ll sleep with me in the meantime?” Charlie gets back to it, planting rough kisses on neck again.
“Charlie…” Dee whines as he makes his way down. He scales Dee’s long body, gripping to her shoulder, then forearm, then breast as he leaves a trail of kisses down to her waist. Dee makes no moves to protest, only using her words. But that too falters as they turn to cries when Charlie slips a hand below her waistband.
“Charlie…!” Dee forces out as she feels his rough fingers slip past her underwear.
“Just one win, Dee, just one” It sounds like more of a mantra to convince himself than actual words he’s speaking to her. It makes Dee feel like a doll, the entire situation does. It wasn’t always like this. That first night in the bar she had so much more agency. When Charlie whipped out his dick and proposed they bang in the bathroom Dee threw a big enough tantrum to get him to move to the bar and go down on her instead. She doesn’t really know how they got to this point, where Charlie is breaking into her apartment to finger her on her apartment floor. She just wanted to relax. But on the other hand, the fact that she doesn’t have to steer Charlie’s tongue by the scalp of his head in between her legs to feel that deep relief and relaxation is a perk too. Charlie releases his lips from the nook of Dee’s neck, “Dee… you’re so wet for me.” Evening ruined.
“Shut up, Charlie.”
“I’m just saying, my hands are soaked!” To this, Dee says nothing, so he continues, “And you were pretending like you didn’t want me here.”
“You broke into my apartment to be here.” Over top of her and with one of his hands in her pants, Charlie makes that incredulously stupid face that Dee hates, like he’s struggling to grasp the most basic ideas of anything. He pulls fingers from inside her, causing Dee to release a breathy gasp. He holds his Dee-coated digits in front of her face.
“See, now I’m getting mixed signals.”
“Charlie!”
“I could do one of two things here, Dee,” she swears Charlie is half distracted playing with the wetness on his fingers, but he keeps going, “I could keep going, on my terms which means you have to stop squawking like a bird. Or, I could leave your apartment right now.”
“What about your win?” A smile creeps across Charlie’s face, he may struggle with reading and writing and any other basic concept but he knows that he’s won already.
“Just tell me what you want.”
“I’m not going to beg for your disgusting cheese smelling-” Charlie moves to lift himself up from off the ground. But before he can completely lose contact, Dee snatches his forearm, keeping him from going.
Now with him kneeling over her, Dee can see his boner desperately pressing against his pants. His dark eyes focused on her and not the remnants of her on his hands. Saliva pools a bit at the corners of his mouth, drooling for her. But Charlie makes no move to get closer, if anything he’s slightly resisting her grip. Dee closes her eyes, he means it.
“Please, Charlie… let me be your win.”
He doesn’t even bask in the moment, taking the mere milliseconds at the end of her sentence to pounce on her. His hands are at the sides of her pants, shucking them down, animalistically. Dee tucks her thumbs around her underwear and pulls them down, afraid if Charlie got to it he’d rip them and she doesn’t need another unexpected expense right now especially since she has to change her lock. Charlie takes the time to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants just far enough for his dick to spring out.
On top of her again, Charlie rubs himself against Dee’s wet entrance, sucking in sharp breaths.
“Do not cum right now!” Dee squawks. But instead of scolding her, Charlie pushes in, deciding that’s punishment enough when Dee lets out her own heavy breath.
“Fuck, Dee.” Charlie groans as he moves his hips into her. He’s squeezing in as deep as he can go and every move makes his member rub up against her cunt. He moves his hand to steady himself, navigating through her shirt and under her bra to grab her tits. For as much as the gang makes fun of the size of her chest, Charlie loves her boobs. He hastens his pace, rocking into her and on top of her faster than before.
Dee can tell he’s close. But she’s too prideful to tell him she’s not nearly there, having told him to get out so many times and called him disgusting. Instead she wraps an arm around his back and puts a hand to his cheek, pulling him close as he spills inside her. She thinks she hears her name under his breath.
Dee slides her underwear back on. She knows it's pointless, she’s about to take a shower and Charlie has seen her in all states of undressed and dressed, but she feels naked watching him tuck himself back into his pants in the center of her living room.
“I’m sorry about your lock, Dee I’ll that fix for you.” Charlie says, seeming earnestly sorry, but Dee just crosses her arms.
“And when will that be?”
“Tomorrow?” Charlie suggests as he makes his way to the door. She follows him to the door, standing in the doorway as he opens it. Underneath his big brown eyes there’s a coy smile. Dee won’t be fooled again.
“Fine. But, Charlie, that was seriously the last time.”
Charlie doesn’t say anything as he slips into the hallway, simply nodding as he walks back to his own home. Dee watches him go as the wetness leaking into her underwear becomes unbearable. She has got to buy condoms.