Title: Relaxing By The Pool
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Kingsley/Charlie
Rating: G
Word Count: 536
Summary: Charlie loves it when he can convince Kingsley to get sweaty.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Despite the owls that repeatedly found him and the scrolls that demanded his time, Kingsley was enjoying his holiday away from the Ministry. He leaned back in his pool chair and sipped his tropical drink as witches and wizards splashed around in the pool. No one here knew who he was and no one bothered him. It was wonderful.
A shadow loomed over him. "It wasn't hard to track you down," Charlie said as he sat down on the edge of Kingsley's chair.
"I wasn't exactly hiding," said Kingsley wryly as he placed his drink on the table next to him. "I had my secretary leave you a note of where I was going to holiday and a Portkey, so there's no reason for you to huff about it."
"Sure I can. You left without me. I still had some business to take care of in Romania." Charlie leaned forward and kissed Kingsley. "But now that I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it. We're going to make the most of it."
Kingsley chuckled and rested his hand on Charlie's arm. "Let's do all that adventuring tomorrow. Today, I just want to relax with you by the pool. How's that sound?"
"Sounds good to me." Charlie shoved at Kingsley until they could both lie down on the pool chair. "Now be a good boyfriend and order me a drink. Something blue with an umbrella."
"Do it yourself, I'm busy." Kingsley leaned his head against Charlie's and closed his eyes to block the sunlight. He could feel the heat coming off of Charlie's body and the familiar scent of leather and smoke.
Kingsley let Charlie's voice wash over him as he called a waiter over and ordered something ridiculously colorful. "I was thinking of heading to the beach to go for a swim, if you're up to it."
"Charlie, I came here to relax, not run myself ragged and sweaty for your benefit."
He felt Charlie's hand curl around his arm and Kingsley couldn't help but flex his muscles in response. "I don't know. There's something pretty wonderful about imagining you sweaty. Probably because you're gorgeous and we're shagging when it happens." Then Kingsley felt Charlie roll towards him and smiled against his skin.
Charlie was right. Kingsley opened his eyes to look at him. "The first thing I did when I entered my hotel room was to cast a Silencing charm so guests couldn't hear what I was up to. If you don't mind skipping your swim, we could head up there right now."
Charlie's hand slid down Kingsley's chest, light and careful. "I'd like that. Let's go now."
Kingsley opened his eyes and sat up in the chair. "You don't want to wait for your drink? Because I have an idea. When we get sweaty, we could use it to cool down."
The waiter came by with Charlie's drink just then and Charlie yanked it off the waiter's tray with a thank you. "I got the drink. Lead the way to your hotel room."
Kingsley chuckled and the both of them got to their feet. As they walked towards the hotel, Kingsley wrapped his arm around Charlie's waist and pulled him in close.
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