Charlie led them down the stairs, Honey passed him to beat him into the kitchen and collect her knickers. He stayed in the doorway, leaning up against it and folding his arms to watch -- the view was better from here so he’d collect his clothes after she’d gone. He brought his gaze up as she turned back around and smirked softly.
She brushed back past him again into the hall, sitting on the bottom stair to put her shoes back on; Charlie spun around slowly and leant on the frame with his other arm, trying to effuse an air of casualness because he was usually the one leaving lately (and that was almost always in the dead of night), and the last time Honey had left his place it hadn’t been this polite. Or quiet.
He smirked. “You’re welcome,†he murmured, wondering if -- as she got to her feet -- he ought to hug her or just open the door and let her out but— Honey kissed him, he kissed her back -- wasn’t quick enough to slip his tongue in there but realised as she pulled away that that was probably the point. He smiled -- smirked -- at her and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Not too much, though, right?" he asked with another smirk, before bringing one hand up to scratch at the side of his nose— realised it might look like he was being a princess about the possibility of Harlan breaking it and dropped his hand quickly, shoving it into his pocket.
Honey opened the door after another moment and he stepped forward to take the inside handle and hold it. “See you later,†he said, then tried not to react at later -- as if they were going to do this again, but they were, weren’t they?
She smirked at him and disappeared with a soft pop. Charlie closed the door and turned back to the kitchen.
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