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Why We Call Each Other

State Lines

“You know I’ll be there right by your side if it wasn’t for these state lines. Pulling you in, your body on mine, ain’t no way I’d ever take my hands off of you…”


This was crazy. How often did a team have to go on a six game road trip? Was this normal? Charlotte knew she couldn’t judge too harshly though. She dreamed of a time when her career would take her on a trip… only those would last at least a month. Filming a feature on location had the tendency to do that. But this felt different. Maybe it was because she could see him on TV but not in real life. Or maybe it was that every time he stepped in front of the net, Darcy was putting himself in some form of danger.

She had survived the first four games fairly well. Of course she missed him and wished he were in town, but talking to him on the phone seemed to numb the loneliness. Ten days in though, and she lost it completely. Darcy was due home in three days, but to an over-emotional brain, three days was bound to feel like another week. The only solace was that she had Chief.

A week after that fateful night she ran through the streets of Hollywood after him, Charlotte and Darcy received the news they had been waiting for: no one had come forward to claim a seven week old, gray and white pitbull. The same day, Charlotte put on the collar she’d bought for him. Although she bought it two days after rescuing him, she waited until the confirmation call that he was theirs. Attached to the black leather collar was a personalized tag: Chief.

Life with him fell into a comfortable routine fairly quickly. For the most part, his home was Charlotte’s apartment. With Darcy’s ever-changing schedule, it was unrealistic to believe he could be the primary provider for Chief. Charlotte was the obvious choice for guardian. Her job was essentially nothing… Keeping the movie relevant. In a few weeks, she’d find out if they made it to Sundance; and that was terrifying.

So Chief’s bed, food, and toys stayed with Charlotte. And if she’d be staying at Darcy’s, she packed a bag for him and toted him along. Everyday she spent with him, Charlotte was constantly amazed by his kindness. People feared these dogs like they were man-eaters, and cities around the world had taken measures to ban the breed from their streets. But when Charlotte looked at Chief, she saw a gentle, clumsy lover. He craved attention from anything and anyone. Other dogs, any and all humans, he just wanted to be loved. And Charlotte was exceptionally willing to shower him with it.

Darcy called that night around nine; which was midnight for him, and Charlotte picked up on the second ring, anxious to have a conversation with him. “Hi!”

He laughed on the other end of the phone, “hi baby. How are you?”

“I miss you,” Charlotte hummed, scratching Chief’s head.

“I know, I miss you too. I’ll be home in three days though,” he tried to be reassuring but highly doubted that it was working.

She groaned, “we haven't had sex in so long.”

Darcy laughed again. It had been awhile. About a week before he’d left on this trip. “Soon, I promise,”

Charlotte watched Chief jump (and fall) off the bed before continuing his adventure around the room, “but I’m horny now.” She pouted even though Darcy couldn’t see her, “don’t you wanna get me off?”

“Of course, honey, but not when I’ve got a twenty-one year old Swede staring at me.”

She could hear another person in the room chuckle in the background. Charlotte knew Darcy’s road roommate was around. “Screw him, I need—CHIEF!” She bolted out of bed and ran towards him as he lifted his leg amidst her pile of dirty laundry.

“I think that’s illegal in the United States,”

“No, no, no, no!” She cradled her phone between her ear and shoulder and picked Chief up and ran with him outside, “Darcy he’s peeing on me!” All she could hear was Darcy on the other end of the line completely losing it.

“I think this is a deal breaker. I’m not into golden showers,”

“Darcy,” she whined, finally setting Chief on the grass out front. “Bad Chief. You don’t pee all over mama’s clothes… or all over mama.” The tiny little thing looked up at her with the guiltiest eyes and her heart couldn’t take it. She crouched down beside him and kissed his head, “I love you, but I don’t like you right now. You can’t pee inside. This is your realm,” she waved her free hand out.

“Darc, I’m gonna have to go do a load of laundry and take another shower,”

With his laughter under control, “alright. Hey…” he paused, making sure he had her full attention, “I love you and I like you.”

Charlotte smiled and felt herself blush a tiny bit, “I love you and I like you, too.

“I’ll see you in a few days,”

“See you then.”

Somewhere in between a state of sleep and consciousness, Charlotte heard Chief barking at the front door. Already she was learning his different tones. One bark was reserved for the guys who dropped off her Amazon packages: perceived threats who always left boxes on the front porch. Another bark for neighbors or friends: people he knew but still wasn’t sure of until they entered the house. And a third bark for his mom and dad. In her in between state, she could tell this was the third bark, and was validated when she heard the lock turn and the door open.

There was a pause in noise, followed up by hushed whispers, “I know, I know. I’m home. Dad’s home, it’s exciting.”

Charlotte yawned and stretched out in bed. She heard Darcy’s footsteps coming into her room, which was shortly followed by Chief coming up and licking her face. She moaned and put her hand on his side, distracting him enough to get him to stop licking her. The next thing she felt was Darcy’s lips on the side of her neck. She moaned again and smiled, turning over onto her back and lifted her arms in the air.

Darcy was quick to hug her, and still with eyes closed, Charlotte squeezed her arms around him and held tight. “I have to change,” he mumbled with his lips on her shoulder.

“Koala,” she moaned, keeping her arms locked tight around his neck with her legs cradling his waist.

He kissed her quickly and set one hand on her back and the other on her ass, using all his strength to pull backward and stand up with Charlotte locked to his chest, “how am I suppose to change with a koala on me?” He moved his hand from her back to the side of her neck and kissed her lips gently.

“You’ll figure it out,” she groaned, half-sleepy. She buried her face into his neck, “what time is it?”

Darcy looked around the room in the darkness and walked over to the wall. “Just after two,” he braced Charlotte’s back against it and pressed his hips forward to keep her pinned there, allowing his hands the freedom to pull his t-shirt over his head.

When she felt his skin, Charlotte blinked her eyes fully open. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his shoulder and chest. She kissed her way up to his neck and when she got there, she sucked on his skin.

“Save your energy for after the Halloween party tonight,” he whispered, carefully undoing his pants. He steadied Charlotte in his arms before he stepped out of them. “You’re gonna look so fucking sexy in your costume,” he carried her back to the bed and laid down, staying on top of her until she let go of him.

“You gonna bend me over and fuck me in it?” She hummed out, turning into Darcy’s body when he took his place in bed beside her.

“Definitely,” he pressed his lips to her forehead and took a deep breath in, letting it out in a lingering sigh.

That night, Charlotte got one of the best night’s sleep she’d had in awhile. With Darcy back in town and beside her, her restful sleep was untouchable. And she’d need as much of it as she could get, considering the following night would have very little sleep.

She was set to meet the entirety of his team; and she figured it couldn’t have been a worse night to meet them. Halloween wouldn’t have been Charlotte’s first, second, or top ten choice for this to take place. On a night when she and Darcy had planned to dress up as cops, she didn't want that image to be his teammates thought of when they thought of her. Her in a pleather top and shorts with garters and fishnet stockings was never the way she thought she’d first meet his friends.

Charlotte even brought that point up to Darcy in the hopes that maybe he’d let her skip out on the party altogether. Halloween was admittedly never her favorite holiday anyways. She wasn’t one for scary movies and could never go into a haunted house, so dressing up and going to a party, even if it wasn’t intended to be scary, wasn’t a first priority. Darcy however, had no intention of letting her miss the party. He wanted her to meet all his new friends and had already promised them that she’d be there.

So as they got all dolled up and went over to drop Chief off with Jules for the night, Charlotte prepared herself for the night. She’d have to find a way to assimilate not only with the other men, but with the women as well. That was the most nerve wracking. What would these women think of her? She was in no way fabulous and fancy like she anticipated them to be. Her idea of a good meal was pizza, and she’d rather wear a pair of sweatpants over a fancy dress and heels. She believed the worst part of the film festivals was that she had to get all made up. It was tiring to look that good all the time. Charlotte liked the simple life, and from what she new about the wives and girlfriends of athletes, they tended to enjoy the “good life”.

Darcy knocked on a giant wood door and stepped back, waiting for it to be opened for them. He wrapped his arm around Charlotte’s shoulders and smiled when it opened up, revealing a man dressed up as cowboy. The look was only offset by his missing front tooth.

“Kuemps!” The cowboy leaned forward and very openly gave Darcy a big hug. He was also very obviously partially inebriated.

“Cliffy, you’re lookin’ good bud.” Darcy patted his back and looked at his cowhide pattern vest. He pulled away and pressed his hand against Charlotte’s back, bringing her in closer. “This is Charlotte, my girlfriend,”

Charlotte subconsciously tugged on her tight pleather shorts. She held out her hand, but was immediately taken in for a hug.

“You’re walking into a group of huggers. Fair warning,”

She took note of it and held onto Darcy’s hand when the cowboy let go of her and led them both into the house. Charlotte assumed it was his as he led them through the hall with overwhelming ease.

“Where’re the kids, Cliffy?” Darcy asked, adjusting the dark aviator sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

“We dropped them off at the babysitter’s. I know they're your favorite but we thought it best to not have them around bottles and bottles of hard liquor.”

They soon entered the wide living room where a mass of people in costumes were already dispersed. The cowboy left them, and Charlotte clung a little closer to Darcy, hoping this round of introductions wouldn’t be too painful. “Your favorite people are his kids?”

Darcy giggled and kissed her forehead, “their kids are really cool.”

It was all they had time to say to each other before person after person began to come up to them. Within an hour, Charlotte figured she had been introduced to all of them. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it’d be. Most of the men were married, and the wives seemed to be pretty even keeled. The single guys seemed pretty respectful of the fact that she was Darcy’s girl… even if she was leaving very little to the imagination with her costume. The only semi-awkward encounter was with the twenty-one year old Swede; the same twenty-one year old Swede that was Darcy’s roommate on the road: Adrian Kempe. She figured that because he and Darcy spent a good amount of time together on the road, he knew more than the rest about their relationship. Maybe even some intimate things. He sure looked at her like he knew some intimate things. Part of her wanted to ask Darcy what he’d told Adrian, and another part couldn’t have been more perturbed to know what he knew.

For the most of the night, Charlotte stuck by Darcy. She hardly seemed out of place though. Every girl seemed to stay close to their respective partners. Whatever conversation she found herself in, Charlotte was able to contribute something, and she quickly came to realize which people she could have a deep, intellectual conversation with, and which people she’d have to tone it back with. Mostly, Charlotte found herself telling people about what exactly she did for work; or what she wanted her career to entail. Darcy had clearly been able to very briefly brag about her, and now everyone wanted to have their questions answered.

And because she kept pretty busy, she hardly noticed that she was riding a solid buzz. The concept of time also got away from her. By the time Darcy was whispering in her ear that they could go, Charlotte was just noticing that they were one of the few couples who still remained in the house. After saying their final goodbyes, Darcy helped her out to his car, and it was now that she realized how unstable she was on her feet. Was it the heels or was it alcohol? How much had she drank?

She was pretty coherent, and even surprised herself by being able to carry on a lucid conversation with Darcy about what she thought about his teammates… which ones she liked, which ones she got bad vibes from… But mostly, Charlotte was ready to have Darcy tonight. More than two weeks without sex? Inconceivable. And just to make sure he knew that that was still on the table tonight, she took his right hand off the steering wheel, and set it between her legs. He wasn’t touching anything in particular, just her skin beneath the fishnets, but he glanced over at her with a look she knew too well. One of longing and lust, like he knew that two weeks was far too long to have not gotten her to bed. With the travel and Chief, it was reasonable to understand why time had gotten away from them. But all the excuses ended tonight. He was going to have her. And she was going to have him.



Darcy carried water and ibuprofen out to Charlotte as she cuddled with Chief on the couch. They picked him up from Jules on their way back home, and now she was holding him away from her legs as his nails had already dug into her exposed skin once. So now with his humans back home, he loved on them for as long as he could; which was until Charlotte downed the water and was whisked up from the couch by Darcy.

He wrapped his arms around her and swayed side to side, leaning in as Charlotte pressed her hands to his cheeks and kissed him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and giggled softly when he made a surprised, albeit delighted, hum. He lowered his hands and squeezed her ass.

Charlotte pulled away and looked up at him, blushing. She reached for the handcuffs tucked into the waist of his costume, and opened them. “Where are the keys,” she whispered softly and took one of Darcy’s hands in hers.

“In my pocket,” he whispered back, watching as she tightened the cuff around his wrist. He looked back at her and tried to lean in to kiss her. But just as he almost succeeded, she backed away even further and held the other end of the cuff, leading him back into her bedroom.

She pushed him onto her bed and straddled his lap, and took his other hand in hers, cuffing that one too. Then she pushed him back until he was laying flat, and positioned his arms above his head.

“I thought I’d be restraining you,” he murmured, staring as she shoved her hand into his front pocket. In searching for the keys, she was doing a good job of teasing him. Once she found them, she bent over his body and set them on the nightstand. Darcy lifted his head and nuzzled his face in Charlotte’s cleavage.

Charlotte let out a quick giggle, but then remembered the role she was playing, and pressed her hand on Darcy’s neck, pushing him back down against the bed. When she squeezed gently, Darcy let out a throaty moan and she knew all too well that he thoroughly enjoyed the nights when she got what she wanted from him.

Convinced he’d stay put, she gyrated her hips on his and leaned forward again, sucking on his ear softly. When he turned his head to try and kiss her, again she grabbed his neck and tilted his head away from her. She pressed her lips to his neck and sucked on his skin, moaning as she went lower and lower, unbuttoning his shirt the further she got.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he watched her, very unable to hide his excitement when she got to his pants. She flicked her eyes up to his and smiled, coyly undoing the button on his pants and shimmied them past his waist and down his legs until he was left in his dark gray boxer briefs. The result of her teasing pressed firmly against the fabric and Charlotte dragged her tongue over the length concealed by his underwear. Darcy lifted his hips, adding more pressure to her mouth on him, but Charlotte sat up and slowly took her shirt off. Making quick work of that, she moved onto her shorts until she too was left in nothing but the thin lingerie she’d put on earlier in the day.

“Quit teasing,” Darcy smiled. He lifted his hips again like he was repositioning himself on the bed, but really was just growing wildly impatient.

Charlotte groaned playfully and bent back over, positioning herself flat on her stomach, propping her upper half up on her forearms. She stared up at Darcy as she pulled his briefs down, pressing her lips to the head of his cock. His mouth stretched into a smile as he tilted his head to the side to watch her. And when she curled her lips around it and sucked gently, his jaw dropped open and he moaned softly.

“Good?” She whispered, looking up at him. As she waited for his answer, she dragged her tongue down the side of his shaft.

Darcy nodded, “you’re so good at that, baby.”

Charlotte smiled wider and wrapped her lips around him again. She bobbed her head up and down, using one of her hands to squeeze the base of his dick as she moved. The muscles in his stomach flexed, holding back every urge he had to just lose his composure then and there.

After a few minutes more and Darcy had to pull his hands down from above his head, and set it on the back of Charlotte’s neck. The contact startled her and she looked up to find him looking so conflicted. She pulled her lips off of him and stroked him gently, moving her lips to his hip, kissing his skin over and over again.

Slowly she made her way back up his body, kissing more and more until their lips met. She reached between them and lifted his dick to her entrance, smiling more and more as he sunk inside of her. She sat down and rocked her hips on him, winking playfully when he let out a long lingering groan.

“Let’s not wait so long to have sex again,” Charlotte whispered, pressing her hands to Darcy’s chest, using it as leverage to lift herself from him, just to sit back down.

“Deal,” he managed to murmur back. Darcy’s eyebrows furrowed and he lifted his handcuffed hands to Charlotte’s face, bringing her down to him for a sloppy kiss. And when she made the notion of sitting back up, Darcy moved his hands above her head and over her body, holding her close against him.

Like this, she was unable to do much of anything except lay on top of him and take his powerful jerking thrusts inside of her. She tucked her head to his neck and bit softly, trying to keep herself from making too much noise. Darcy squeezed his eyes shut when Charlotte bit a little too hard, and he stopped moving his hips. He lifted both of his hands to her hair, and tugged on it until she was forced to remove her mouth from his neck.

“My little vampire,” he smirked and looked up at her, continuing on in moving his hips again, burying his length inside of her.

Charlotte grinned breathlessly and shut her eyes, “sorry.” She moaned and pressed gently on his chest, forcing him deeper, “you feel so good.” When it became apparent the handcuffs were now more of a hindrance than anything, Charlotte reached over to the nightstand and freed Darcy, only to have him waste no time in flipping her over to sink back into her, this time being able to rock his hips with more ease.

He cupped his hand over her cheek and pushed his thumb into her mouth, nodding as she began to suck on it. For her work, she earned an animalistic growl from Darcy, who quickly pulled his finger from her mouth and replaced it with his mouth. Her legs fell open wider, over his forearms, and Darcy sat back on his knees, holding onto her hips to start another barrage of thrusts. Between the garters and stockings, and the way her breasts bounced trying to break free from the bra, he truly realized how weak she made him.

“I fucking love you,” he panted, keeping his pace even when Charlotte lowered her hand to her clit and began to massage it.

She let out a tiny squeak and smiled, “you fucking love me, or you love fucking me?” Charlotte laughed a little harder when he pouted his lips, contemplating an answer.

He raised his eyebrows, “is there a difference?”

Charlotte slammed her fists against his chest playfully, “you’re such a jerk!” She writhed beneath him, only to be easily overpowered by him.

Darcy took both her wrists in one of his hands and reached for the handcuffs. Once he had one wrist restrained, he pulled out of her and helped her reposition herself onto her stomach. She obliged willfully when he took her other hand and held it behind her back, cuffing it in place. He spanked her once and sheathed himself inside of her, grabbing onto her arms as he began fucking her harder than before.

Charlotte cried out and flattened her palms, pressing them against Darcy’s waist each time he brought their bodies together. He planted his hands on either side of her as he leaned over her and kept his upper body fairly still while his lower body gave her a sort of pleasure she’d been aching for.

She whined out quietly for him, “please come inside of me.”

The next thing she heard was a growl, followed up by his chest against her back. His lips found their way to her neck and kissed over and over again, breathing heavily. He lifted his lips to her ear, “you gonna come with me baby girl?”

“Yes,” she choked, lifting her ass a little higher as Darcy’s movements became relentless and erratic. “Yes, please, oh god…”

He kissed her cheek once and sat back up, pulling Charlotte up with him. She was on her knees in front of him, arms still pinned behind her back, pressing on his thighs as their bodies stayed close. He had one arm wrapped around her waist, and one around her chest, keeping her well supported against him even though his thrusts were doing a mighty job of sending her forward. But Charlotte looked up at Darcy, eyebrows furrowing as she nodded to him, unraveling all too quickly. As Darcy’s thrusts slowed and elongated, Charlotte’s body trembled around him, relying on him more now than ever to hold her upright. Without him, she was likely to crumble onto the bed. He filled her up, fighting the convulsing of her muscles squeezing his length.

They breathed heavily together, eventually being brought back to the bed as Darcy laid on top of Charlotte and rested inside of her while they regathered themselves. When he finally did manage to pull himself out of her, he searched the bed for the handcuff key, finding it quickly, and released Charlotte. Darcy tossed the handcuffs off the side of the bed, and cuddled back with Charlotte as she tucked herself into his side. He wrapped an arm underneath her body, settled his hand on her shoulder, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She closed her eyes and let out a content sigh, holding onto his torso while her head laid on his chest.


Notes

"State Lines" by Dustin Lynch.

Daaaaaaamn I haven't updated in a while.

Comments

OMG I NEED MORE!!

tangerine21 tangerine21
9/9/19

omgggg i need more!!!!! this is one of the best stories i have ever read!

racheal racheal
3/29/19

Oh no

Futuremrs__ Futuremrs__
2/27/19

I just hope Darcy isn’t “living it up”

ugh this makes my stomach hurt