Chris had escorted River outside to get her away from the "disturbing input." They'd never come back. Presumably they'd gone back to their own rooms once River had gotten enough of looking at the night sky. (Unless they're off shagging like bunnies somewhere,) Charlie thought darkly.
Ordinarily he'd have laughed at the idea. But he'd have laughed if anyone had told him that he'd see those four parading through the hallway in their birthday suits and piling into George's room for a group grope.
Charlie sat dozing at the table. He'd long since finished his beer and he was beginning to think about going to bed finally. A noise at the door caused him to look up.
George walked into the kitchen. She looked tired but she was smiling merrily to herself. Charlie noticed again that she could be quite pretty when she wasn't looking bored or annoyed or scowling at someone. She spotted Charlie and he noted a momentary hesitation in her step before she recovered.
Charlie nodded in greeting but didn't say anything. George did the same as she walked over to the food prep area. She was dressed this time, Charlie saw. Shorts and a t-shirt. No bra, though. Charlie watched her set out a tray and start rummaging for snacks and wondered idly if she were wearing underwear.
(Probably not,) he decided. He guessed that George had dragged on the minimum necessary to visit the kitchen and collect snacks for four tired and hungry people. George had finished piling food on the tray and was filling a pitcher with water.
She was carefully not looking at him. She was also blushing, Charlie noticed. He watched silently as she picked up the pitcher and the platter and carefully edged toward the doorway. She glanced his way only once. Charlie raised a hand in a casual wave.
Then she was gone. Back to her room. Charlie imagined the sight that would greet her when she opened the door. Chloe and Faith (and Jack, but try not to think of him). Naked.
Charlie stood up. Definitely time to go to bed. Alone, dammit.
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[Charlie] Much Later
Date: 2007-01-05 08:18 am (UTC)Ordinarily he'd have laughed at the idea. But he'd have laughed if anyone had told him that he'd see those four parading through the hallway in their birthday suits and piling into George's room for a group grope.
Charlie sat dozing at the table. He'd long since finished his beer and he was beginning to think about going to bed finally. A noise at the door caused him to look up.
George walked into the kitchen. She looked tired but she was smiling merrily to herself. Charlie noticed again that she could be quite pretty when she wasn't looking bored or annoyed or scowling at someone. She spotted Charlie and he noted a momentary hesitation in her step before she recovered.
Charlie nodded in greeting but didn't say anything. George did the same as she walked over to the food prep area. She was dressed this time, Charlie saw. Shorts and a t-shirt. No bra, though. Charlie watched her set out a tray and start rummaging for snacks and wondered idly if she were wearing underwear.
(Probably not,) he decided. He guessed that George had dragged on the minimum necessary to visit the kitchen and collect snacks for four tired and hungry people. George had finished piling food on the tray and was filling a pitcher with water.
She was carefully not looking at him. She was also blushing, Charlie noticed. He watched silently as she picked up the pitcher and the platter and carefully edged toward the doorway. She glanced his way only once. Charlie raised a hand in a casual wave.
Then she was gone. Back to her room. Charlie imagined the sight that would greet her when she opened the door. Chloe and Faith (and Jack, but try not to think of him). Naked.
Charlie stood up. Definitely time to go to bed. Alone, dammit.