NIGHTMARES ON REPEAT (CHARIZARD)

[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 594 ( TAGGED ) CHARLOTTE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE snapping his fingers brought a waitress shuffling hastily to his table where he sat alone, facing the stage but not committed to watching the show. he was surrounded by people who worked in his club, but he didn't see them, he didn't hear them. he'd had a number of new girls come on to his staff over the past few weeks, and he was here now to approve them one by one. they'd danced for him, being their sexiest, and he'd nodded numbly at them all. none of them could affect him like the one woman that was foremost in his mind: charlotte. when one of his dancers girated over him, he pictured charlotte, tossing her head back in throes of passion. when one of them tried to straddle his lap, he pushed her off. only charlotte was allowed to do certain things. following the auditions, the club had reopened to customers and now group of men - and some women - clustered around the tables and the bar, their voices filling velvet revolver with a low hum. most of them gawked at the dancers while others got drunk and still others led one another into the darker recesses of the club. porter ignored them all, or simply didn't see them, as his mind fell on the weighter matters of his past few weeks. he'd been sleeping in his office at the club and avoiding the apartment he shared with charlotte. by now, she probably hated him with a fiery passion, and he dared not face that hatred. he couldn't see the pain in her eyes again. for the first time, he wasn't strong enough. his love for her burned so hot in his chest that he thought it would consume him, and he hungered for her presence like an addict off of his heroin, but he was beginning to doubt that her love would remain as strong as his. how could it? he had transgressed her in so many ways, he knew she couldn't forgive him any longer. after she had asked him if his love for her could endure anything, he had promised her it would, and then he'd stormed out on her in her most vulnerable moments. the thought that she would want to move on, that he would have to see her with another man, ate him away from the inside. the thought that the ring his grandmother had passed on to him to give to the one woman who could have his heart would be the only thing left in the apartment to remind him of charlotte's existence made him refuse to go back there. when he'd walked out, he'd told her she could leave it, and that was his biggest mistake. he hadn't been thinking when he'd said it, and he'd been too drunk to reason clearly. now, he regretted the comment deeply, but he could think of no way to make it better. how could he face her? how could he see her pain and hear her hateful words he was sure she would scream at him if she saw his face? so, he was stuck in a loop, sleeping at his club and having nightmares every night that charlotte was lost to him forever. as the next number began on stage, he barely noticed as he downed his drink. he was so sunk in his own self-pity, he hadn't noticed the club had emptied out, leaving him alone at his table near the stage. all he could see were images of charlotte dancing through his mind. sorry it isn't long. x) hope it works up well though for the plotline hee hee

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

Bowing her head, Charlotte was ushered inside the club without a second glance. She looked the role and she had called the manager for the night ahead of time when she had heard where Porter would be. This wasn’t fair, her looking for him. He was supposed to come, begging for forgiveness she was sure to give. Her heart had been suffering without him, and the bottles of alcohol she had cleaned up that morning had been proven. But she knew what she had done wrong and now was trying to make things right, whether he wanted it that way or not. Charlotte was sure he wanted to remain a stubborn asshole, but she would not allow it. This was a two way street, and she had not done her job as a fiancé to make sure that her handsome future husband was alright. It was obvious he had been suffering, and here she was, looking around and pretending that he hadn’t been hurting. Nothing was his fault; Porter had wanted to baby almost as much as she wanted it. This baby was going to be her life, and while Charlotte was broken hearted about having it torn away, she knew she had to fix everything. Everything could be fixed with love. And her heart was full of love.

Smiling at the dancers who were leaving and giving her questioning glances, she slid into an empty seat. Ever so slowly, she painted her face with the elegant make-up she knew that Porter made his dancers use. This was no normal apology, if that was what she was going to call it. No, this was her dancing and showing him that everything was going to be alright. Her eyes blinked in her reflection and she gave herself a seductive smile before turning and looking at the costumes. Porter knew what he was doing when he had picked out the pretty costumes, the ones that showed the most leg and pushed her cleavage up high. This dance that she was about to preform was the one she had practiced all day, thanks to some fitness video that basically taught her how to be a stripper. And since Charlotte knew that it would only be her and Porter once the dancers left, she could take off as much clothing as she wanted. And Charlotte, who was frustrated in more than one way, was going to help Porter. She was going to help him get a grip of reality.

As she walked onto the stage, her heels clicking loudly in the echoing quietness, she turned, her back facing him. The music began as she pressed the play button before tossing the clicker to the side. Charlotte’s hands trailed down her sides, hugging each curve and she tossed her hair over her shoulder and she gave him a coy wink. Her body, which now had a mind of its own, began to sway to the music. Her hands toyed with the silky skin on her thighs as she bent down before curving up, making her ass perk out just a little bit. Charlotte opened her blood red lips and licked them seductively before pulling a string. Her top fell to the ground and she had the tiny piece of fabric on the bottom and the tiny bra she had put on. Quickly, Charlotte made her way to his position in the booth and straddled him, grinding into him as she continued her lap dance. He would get to look, touch, but there was no touching the place that burned for him the most. And there was no way he was taking control. She was in control tonight.

[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 596 ( TAGGED ) CHARLOTTE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE porter had been so oblivious to the world around him since he felt he'd lost the one woman he'd ever loved that he didn't even notice the club had emptied out. the only remaining patron was him and the dancers on the stage. he only noticed his isolation when his bourbon glass ran empty and he glanced up for a waitress and was assaulted by the spotlights zeroing in on the curtain. frowning in confusion and irritation that his glass was empty and he wasn't even buzzed, he watched as the curtain swung open and the one brunette he couldn't get off his mind stood in the center of the stage. he blinked, not believing his eyes, and he reassured himself it was indeed charlotte. glancing around, he realized there was no one in the club, not even a bouncer, and he hastily turned back around to see her dancing on the stage. the music and her body instantly turned him on, but he chided himself. who was he kidding? she hated him. how could she not hate him after what he'd said, after he'd walked out on her. in his mind, he had blown the situation up so large he no longer had a grip on reality. he'd never truly believed she loved him like he loved her was what it came down to. he'd never believed he deserved to have her love him as intensely as he loved her. deep down, porter middleton was a scared little boy, unsure of himself and where he stood in the world. charlotte's body curved and wound on the stage, and she peeked a look over her shoulder at him which made him have to swallow. she was turning him on, and she knew exactly how to do it. but why? he couldn't reason it out in his mind. how could she forgive him? he couldn't even forgive himself. the music built to the bridge, and suddenly charlotte was leaving the stage, heading for his table (where else would she go? they were alone in the club after all). his defenses were completely down as he looked into her eyes and saw the lust and love there. he was clearly confused, but he was a man, and he wasn't about to turn her away. the sexual attraction between them had always been undeniable, and he could feel it like something tangible now as she moved toward him. his worries about her hating him seemed to drift away in the heat of the moment, and a small flirty grin curved up one side of his mouth as he looked into her brown eyes. she was sliding onto his lap, and he sucked in a breath, his hands going to her hips as she ground herself down onto him. he released the inhibitions he'd created for himself over the past week and a half he'd been without her, and it felt like that night when they'd first met: before their lives had become so very complicated. his gaze burned with lust as he raked her body with his eyes, and his fingers tore at the silken clothing that barely covered her beautiful body. his fingers ran up her thighs, reaching for what he knew she liked being pleased, but she stopped him before he could touch her. raising an eyebrow, he backed off and let her run the show. he found he liked it when she was in control, and he let her go on with her show, watching in obedient submission as long as he could possibly stand it. heh

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

Her heart soared when her eyes took in the flirty grin that toyed his lips. That was what she wanted to see, she wanted to see the Porter she had lost. Before she fixed herself completely, she needed to fix their relationship. It hurt to be without him, it hurt to think that he hated her so much he had to leave. But that wasn’t the reason that was just her mind playing tricks and toying with her insecurities. As her body moved to the rhythm of the upbeat music, she felt herself finally come alive. For so long, Charlotte had remained in a funk, in a state of nothingness, and now she was in a state of being. She was allowing herself to grief about the death of their child and to look for Porter for support. Charlotte had refused it, refused to move, and now she realized, he hurt just as much as she once did. That alone made her want to try.

He had to know she loved him. She just had to. Charlotte would never leave their relationship. In order to leave the relationship, she had to learn how to hate him, and that seemed impossible. She may hate the way he acted every once in a while, but she could never hate him in the long run. Porter was hers, and she’d be damned if she lost him. It seemed like something that would kill her, more than the miscarriage ever would. With each step, each tap of the high heel shoes, she found herself getting more aroused at the idea of being with Porter once again. He was her heroine, and while that was a reference she often used when talking to friends, it was the god awful and beautiful truth.

As she slid onto his lap, she grinded into him, feeling just how aroused he was. She was at the same state and her lips placed delicate kiss on his neck, avoiding his lips. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands teased her thighs and she stood before she could let go to the point of no return. Smiling seductively, she pulled his tie and brought him to stand with her. Her lips bit gently on his ear before whispering into it ”How much would you pay for a night with me, Mr. Middleton? I don’t come cheap you know”. They had never done role playing before, but dressed as a seductive burlesque club dancer made her feel extremely naughty. His answer wasn’t fast enough for her taste and she took a step back before sitting down on the table. Her legs were spread apart and she placed her hands behind her.

Her hands suddenly appeared on the ties that held the burlesque corset together and Charlotte grinned at him as she slowly undid the first couple of ties. Her breasts were threatening to pop out now that the corset was loose but she didn’t mind. There was space between her and him and Charlotte grinned. ”You’re fiancé doesn’t have to know anything. I know we have a good confidentiality thing here. Besides, you aren’t married yet” Her voice had gotten low with arousal and her hands left the corset and teased her thighs, which were glowing red from the lights. Biting her lip, she let out a fake sigh. ”No? Well, I suppose I could find someone else who would like to fuck me senseless here on the table” a giggle escaped her lips.

[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 724 ( TAGGED ) CHARLOTTE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE fuck me, porter thought to himself for more reasons that one. the first reason was that he literally wanted charlotte to fuck him and the second reason was that she was teasing him so badly. raising an eyebrow as she pulled away from his touch just after moaning when he ran his hands up her thighs, porter spread his arms out across the back of the booth where he sat and tried to contain his impatience. he'd been hating himself for far too long, and he needed to love her again. he'd loved her emotionally the entire time they'd been apart, but he hadn't had her body since before they'd lost the baby, and it ate away at him. this time away had taught him the balance he needed: he needed charlotte like the ground needs rain, but he had to let her be her own person or he would lost them forever. he couldn't lose her. he'd made up his mind long before that he would do whatever he had to to keep her in his life and to please her. her slender fingers found his tie and she pulled, moving him easily as he stood and followed her willingly. a smile curved up the right side of his mouth in his characteristic, mischievous grin, and he growled in his throat as she asked him how much he would pay for a night with her. his arm encircled her waist and he breathed hotly into her ear as she whispered back, "whatever it takes." she pushed easily away from him however, and he ground his teeth together in roguish anguish. he wanted her so badly, but he allowed her to run her show as he watched. her fingers undid the ties holding the corset together, and he watched in a lust-encompassed daze as each one came unbound. her breasts swelled and threatened to show themselves, and he licked his lips and cleared his throat as he watched her coy little smile. she kept up her little roleplay as she assured him his fiancee didn't have to know what happened between them, and he smiled amusedly. the red lights illuminated her now as they were set to switch to the beat of the music, and he watched her hands teasing her thighs. smoothly, he glided toward her across the space that separated them, and he hovered over her, his hips sliding between her knees but his hands not touching her just yet. he could tease rather well himself. leaning over he whispered into her ear, brushing her hair off of her neck so his hot breath crested on the sensitive skin there, "i don't know. my fiancee is a powerful woman. she is a formidable foe." he smiled and stood, looking down at her. charlotte sighed loudly and responded, No? Well, I suppose I could find someone else who would like to fuck me senseless here on the table. she knew how that sort of language sent him over the edge. his eyes lit up with passion, and his hands went to her waist, dragging her off the table and assisting her legs around his waist. they were both still clothed, but he didn't give a damn. he pressed his lips to hers in a hot, desperate kiss as he carried her to the stage. setting her down on the edge of it as he loosened his tie, took it off over his head and hastily threw it away into the darkness, he offered her a roguish grin. "the table's not enough room i don't think," he commented, his voice husky with desire. it took him no time at all to remove the garments that blocked what he wanted, and he allowed her to do the same. as the lights pulsed around them, porter forgot everything that had brought him down into his black hole of depression over the past weeks. all he could think about was charlotte, how to please her and how she still loved him. it was no longer an obsession with her, but rather a powerful love that had become a part of him, a part of them both. he would never be without her, and the ecstasy her touch and her love sent through him was so much he felt his heart would burst with the breadth of it. WHAT A NAUGHTY BOY XP

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

The impatience was written all across his face, but this was her game. She was allowed to do whatever she wanted, when she wanted, and he would have to respect that. He had ignored her for so long and now she was going to pay him back in the crazy bitch style she knew well. Porter would have to understand and respect that as she removed himself from his grasp, even though she was rather aroused as well. Her sexual appetite hadn’t been pleased since their long weekend in Paris and it killed her inside. Granted, the two had figured out ways to please each other, but she had been too nervous to actually have sex with him. It was understandable, and she knew that if he said anything otherwise, well, she would kill him. Probably figuratively, considering she couldn’t live without him, but whatever. Charlotte understood his pain and understood that while she need him, he needed her to lean on as well. This relationship was not a one way street; it needed both people to work.

His words were lost in the exchange of movement and Charlotte let out a soft moan of desire as his hands teased her thighs. Of course his fiancé was a formidable foe, but she was better. She would always be, in whatever role play they did after tonight, better than herself. That was her being a bitch, though, and she would just have to agree. A gasp of laughter escaped her lips as she left her character for a moment as he lifted her off the table. Her legs were tightened around his waist and she found herself enjoying his strength and need and passion for her. But the laughter was pushed aside as their lips suddenly met, desire and hastiness evident in each kiss exchanged. Her hands made their way into his hair and she pulled him closer, her body betraying her game and making her want him more than ever. ”Good. That means you want it rough. I like it rough,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Fabric was thrown on the grown, her corset, his tie, her underwear, his boxers, and he swiftly entered her. Her body burst with energy and want and she found herself being pleased in a way she had never thought possible. It was from the bitterness of not seeing him in so long, the idea that she could have survived so long without him. With a loud moan, she felt herself come down from her high and removed her hands from his back. Charlotte was sure there would be imprints of nail marks on his back, but that was alright. A quick romp was what she needed from him, now she wanted to talk. It would be emotional, she pondered as she gently placed her head on his heaving chest, but necessary.

A silence was placed over the two as the music continued on, a slow melody next in the shuffle. The cold wood of the stage was pressing harshly into her back and she held onto Porter as though he would suddenly drift off into wherever he had been hiding. ”I love you, you know that right?” she asked, feeling herself become emotional. Of course he loved her, but he hadn’t said it in what seemed to be a very long time ago. Just the reassurance would make her feel better. ”I can’t imagine surviving without you and being alone. Just because we don’t have the baby doesn’t mean that we don’t have each other.” she whispered, her hands drawing random shapes on his chest. If Porter left to avoid the now emotional confrontation between them, whether naked or clothed (although the first one held more promise, as evident from her lack of energy) she would die. There would be no life without him.

[PORTER MIDDLETON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 593 ( TAGGED ) CHARLOTTE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE as every time before with her - and he was sure, every time hereafter - sleeping with charlotte was ecstasy. he'd felt a catharsis of emotions over the span of time they'd been together, from anger to desperation to lust to sadness and everywhere in between. whether they were having sex or just laying next to one another, he knew to the depths of his soul he could never love another woman like he loved her. she was the woman who'd proven to him love existed, and he couldn't walk away from that and he couldn't walk away from her if he tried. he'd been so afraid of losing her - of her hating him for everything he was and wasn't - that he'd almost pushed her away again. but here she was, being the better person like always, and showing him in the simplest way that she loved him. he knew even before he heard the words leave her rogue lips that she hadn't loved the baby more than she loved him. perhaps she had loved it more because it had been something she shared with him; at least that was how he felt. he'd felt like he'd lost part of her that night, and he was glad to be reassured that he hadn't, although he was too proud to show it. I love you, you know that right? she asked, too shy and emotional to look into his eyes just yet. leaning away from her, he gently cupped her beautiful face with his free hand that wasn't wrapped around her shoulders holding her. "and i love you. i still want you to marry me, charlotte. i never should've said those stupid things i said to you that day..." he remarked, his eyes growing hard with pain and shame. "if i lost you, i don't know that i would have anything to live for." it was the sad truth. although he was one of the richest men in sapphire bay, and probably in california, he'd never done much with his life before meeting charlotte. he'd never been the charitable type and he trusted few people so he didn't even have many friends, not male ones anyway. he'd tried the business world, but his father had sufficiently shut that idea down by shaming him in front of the american public. now he knew he needed to make something of himself to be worthy of the woman he loved. hearing her confirmation that she would love him with or without a child made him smile. he kissed her forehead and hugged her closer to him before sitting up and stretching. pausing in the silence for a moment, he slowly turned and smiled down at her. "even if we were never able to have a kid, i would still adore you, charlotte." he took her hand and kissed the back of it before tugging her gently so she could sit up and he could put his arm back around her. "you are the most important thing in my life. i have to have you as my wife," he chuckled as he realized he'd just rhymed, "and i didn't mean that to sound like some corny love song. that was entirely unintentional." TWO WEEKS LATE, I APOLOGIZE!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5