Summary: Charlie Swan and Sue Clearwater's relationship doesn't really get discussed much by Ms Meyer, so here's a little ficlet exploring how the Chief and his feisty, strong, beautiful woman might be a few years into their relationship. Rated just in case. Charlie's POV.
A/N: Thank you to the delicious theswandive for beta-ing, and providing my poor British brain with Americanisms. Steph owns it all, I'm just having fun. This fic is dedicated to SuzsPetals, who shouldn't give up on every older man...
"Stop that. I'm taking you out for dinner."
Sue stood up from her crouch by my hideous, yellow kitchen cupboards and raised an eyebrow. I tried not to ogle her ass on the way up. Tried.
I hadn't expected it to be so easy. I grinned like that idiot, Emmett. Her other eyebrow joined the first one somewhere in the middle of her forehead.
"Where are we going then, Chief?"
I sucked in my cheeks, thinking. "That new steakhouse in Port Angeles."
Sue launched into her usual sensible spiel, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder and placing her hands on her hips.
"Charlie, don't be silly, I can cook something just as nice here – that place'll cost a fortune and-ARGH!"
I strode across the kitchen, bent at the waist, and picked her up fireman–style. I'd never been good at arguing with women. Sue shrieked as I settled her over my shoulder, then batted at the back of my head, giggling like a teenager.
"Chief Swan," she gasped out, as I walked down the hall to the front door, "do you manhandle everyone who disagrees with you like this?"
I swung her down when we were on the porch, holding onto her waist as she swayed just a little. Her cheeks were blushed pink, her hair and clothes dishevelled. We stood, staring at each other for a moment, before I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her to me and kissed her, revelling in the softness of her full lips, her honey scent and the feeling of her deliciously curvy body held tight against mine.
Her hands found their way into the short hair at the nape of my neck, and she ran her fingers back and forth, scratching gently with her nails on my skin. I groaned out into her mouth as our lips parted, our noses rubbing as my forehead rested on hers. Our breath came in pants.
"Uh, Susan, we better go now or I might not be able to let us leave."
A wicked grin curled the corners of her lips.
"So you'll finally make better use of those handcuffs than on Forks' unsavouries?"
My mouth hung open. Sue pushed it shut, her fingertips on my chin, before grabbing her keys from the dresser. She quirked an eyebrow at my crotch.
"Think that'll go down before we get to the restaurant."
I shrugged, and pulled her back to me for another kiss, my resolve to go out wavering.
"It's not my fault, woman. It's all yours."
I felt her hunger as our lips met and her tongue pushed into my mouth. She ran one hand down my chest and tugged on my belt buckle. Fuck, that felt good. I stepped back, her fingers still encircling my waistband.
She nodded, tossed the keys on the dresser and darted down the hall towards the stairs.
"Try and catch Forks' most wanted, Chief!"
I was two steps behind her.
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