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He lets York move him so he has to meet his eyes, even though it's awkward as hell to do that and he is so uncertain about what this even means. He doesn't want to be a third wheel, or someone they share out of sympathy. He doesn't think they would, but there's nothing in his life that is certain anymore.

And Carolina is agreeing with York. He hadn't thought... But maybe it doesn't matter right now. Just for now. And then when everything is fixed as much as it can be, they can figure things out. "Okay," he says quietly. "Be kind of awkward anyway since the door's locked and we're under house arrest and there's only one bed."

And there's that positive attitude that had been making more of a resurgence as of late. "Then you had best get to it. After your studies are done, so that the bookwork does not distract you."

"Sure thing, boss." Trips off the tongue without much thought, and sure he may be the master here but he never really feels much like it. Better to take direction from the demon that knows how to get shit done.

"Yeah we're not gonna make you go shower or something while we do whatever. That'd be rude." He leans in to nip at Wash's chin, Carolina echoing the bite on the side of his neck and -oh.

"Mm. okay we need to decide who's in the middle for this." One bed. One SMALL bed. Three horny freelancers. They might need to move to the floor.

"Think we used up all the hot water anyway," Wash replies, managing a small smile and then... York nips at him, and Carolina is looking at him in a way that he's never seen her look before. It's overwhelming honestly. But a good kind. Mostly good kind. Even if part of him is ready to crawl into a hole and hide.

He pulls away a little, dragging himself upright. "We're really doing this? It seems kind of... sudden. Can't deny it'd be nice to burn off some of the adrenaline."

And she does. If all that ambition is good for nothing else, she knows how to plan, how to achieve a goal. The videos were but one part of a greater whole, and between classes, videos and a steady string of dates ending with exceedingly late nights, York at least seems to be coming out of his shell.

The weather shifts in the space of that same month. If Carolina spends more time watching thunderstorms through the windows over researching modern society, York isn't usually awake to see it. But her frowns grow stronger, and one morning, she's seated and leafing through one of the older references books York was studying for grimoire studies, tail twitching.

The fact she is seated on the ceiling seems irrelevant.

"Well. You know we're all pretty shit at talking about things but I think we can talk afterward? We'll have time." For now there's Wash and Carolina and all the skin he wants to touch, all the hands he wants to feel. To treat well- to treat better than Hargrove.

Wash sits up and that's a perfect opportunity to nuzzle his way along his thigh, utterly shameless.

Ceiling sitting isn't as strange to him as it could be, as it should be- but the frowning and tail twitching? Never ended well. Something was up.

And it wasn't just Carolina.

Lounging on the sofa while he goes over the latest questions he needs to work on for his videos, he pauses to peer up at her. "What's eating you?"

"If we were better at talking, a lot of stuff could probably have been avoided a long time ago," Wash says wryly. If North and South had talked, if things had been disclosed, if he'd believed in Connie more.

Any thoughts that he had are shoved firmly out of his mind when York nuzzles along his leg right to the juncture of his hip. "Fuck. That is not playing fair."

[ More pouting, more whining, but the moment he's given leave to touch his hands are in her hair. Curling around the shape of her skull, trailing nails along her scalp, almost reverent in how he combs his fingers through it. Not to guide, not to direct, not even to pull.

He may or may not have fantasized about something as small and simple and human as this for most of forever. Enough so that it doesn't really register that she's slipping further downward and what that means and-

Well damn. ]

You are trying to kill me.

"Mmm. Point. Clair, what do you think?" He doesn't stop nuzzling, doesn't stop tugging Wash's waistband down enough to nip at the skin of his hip. Carolina sits back thoughtfully, watching York wind Wash up.

Wash whimpers, too tired to even try hiding his reactions right now. York is so close and his body starts to react despite everything. "Caroilina..." Wash says, giving her a pleading look, because they either need to agree or York needs to stop teasing him before he's too far gone.

"We talk now," Carolina says, although she sounds reluctant. "Just the basics. Saves hurt feelings later."

There's a glance up - down, from York's perspective, before one wing, then the other, unfurl and she twists in the air. Unseats herself so that she can roll sideways, and drop down to the floor level.

"We may have been looking in the wrong direction for responsibility." Her words are blunt, but her expression is very serious. "The spells restraining me are not, they are reinforcing internal protections. And apparently, have added me to them. To yours."

And she has no doubt he is NOT the one responsible for the original casting either. "Have any of your family been here before?"

[ That remark just earns a chuckle, set deep in her throat, and the hands poised against his hips grip a little more tightly. She pauses in her descent, all but purring at the way his hands tangle into her hair and smooth over her scalp and this is so personal, physical contact like she hasn't had in years, and something close to a sigh escapes her. Later on, perhaps, she'll regret not tying it back, but right now, her hair can fall however he likes it to.

Then, she scoots a little further still, pulling the fabric of his pants as taut as it will allow until she can tease his erection, mouthing lightly over the cotton. Following his contours beneath the fabric, listening to the sounds he makes for cues all the while. ]

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"Then let's go." Said, as she regards him thoughtfully, noting his entire appearance. That the foundation is layered so carefully speaks of regular application and there's a flicker of sympathy in the smile she offers, before opening the door for him and Delta.

She'll lead, or at least flank his right side, Delta taking up his customary place on the left. The journey itself isn't too arduous, though they have to sneak around to a sopide entrance to skip the growing mob of reporters. They'll be facing them soon enough. One more check-in with the team already here, and Carolina returns to her charge and emotes. "Almost time to go. Are you ready?"

"Or we could talk now." He huffs, pulling away to sit up- but he doesn't stop touching either of them. He leans into Carolina, one hand curling around Wash's for emotional support. "Guess I'll start? Kind of love you both. A lot. Been stupid over you for years and Wash- well. It's more recent but no less valid. I also find you both stupidly sexy and hot."

"Responsibility of...oh. That?" Well it makes him feel a little better to know he hadn't inadvertently bound her to the apartment. Dick move. It does, however, kinda make him wonder a little at who or what did the thing.

"Uh...My aunt came by with a care package last year? I had a bad day-" He had an episode, called home for some kind of familiarity- got her instead. "She came by as soon as she could. It was nice. Made tea, played some music from when I was a kid, brought cookies- that kinda stuff."

He'd passed out on the sofa with his head in her lap like he was five again. It'd been what he needed.

"As ready as I can be. They've all got their big flashy cameras out today, don't they? Gotta make sure I'm looking good." He sighs, raises a hand to drag it through his hair, stops, and frowns at the carpet instead. Almost done. He's almost done. He takes a slow breath and pastes on a crooked, cocky smile and squares out his shoulders. "Right. Showtime."

Seriously, Clair. Killing me he-ohdearbabyjesus

[ There are a handful of ways to shut York up for certain and Carolina has stumbled across one of his personal favorites. Not that he'll be quiet long- the initial caress shocks him still and quiet before he's moving again, breathing, hands sliding down to caress the nape of her neck and the curve of her jaw, ever reverent. ]

That- that's real nice. Stupid amount of time spent dreaming about this too. Usually I have to earn it. [ Dream Carolina liked making him earn it. Very warm, very real Carolina gets this stumbled out between a gust of a sigh and a soft moan, all pleased, encouraging noises. ]

There's a light slap to one shoulder, before Carolina steps forward, nodding to both of the guards on either side of the door. Once York and Delta are both out, they'll fall in to flank behind, with the redhead leading the way. She only allows Delta to take point once they ready the conference room, making a point to have the other guards enter first, then Delta, then the star everyone else is here to see.

She'll follow from the rear. Always better to have a guard there.

An aunt. "Of your maternal line?" That one had come here, had made a point to provide him with comfort and security, said a great deal where he would otherwise not.

"Mom's older sister, yeah." Oh- wait. That meant magic shit happened. "...What do you think she did?"

[ To know he's dreamed of this stirs heat in her gut, pooling it down into the base of her belly and spreading it from there. That he's wanted her even when he thought her gone. He can no doubt feel the way she smiles against him as he talks, and she lifts her head briefly, lets him cup the side of her face as she keeps her gaze steady and even, ignoring the fact her eyes are darker with need and want as strong as his. ]

After all we've both been through, how long it took to get here, I think you've earned this, Taylor.

[ A second time around? Well, she may make him work for it. Right now, however, it's what she wants, and he's letting her do this, touch and caress and rile him up with a very singular goal in mind, and she's always been someone who wants to please, who's been determined to do her very best.

Like now, as she stops teasing the both of them and catches the ties for the drawstring between her teeth, tugging the knot free so that she can start dragging his pants down, boxers and all. Hooks her fingers into the fabric so that she can pull them down in a smooth motion and bare him for her attention.

And such attention it is. ]

"It is hard to say. I do not know the branch of your magic well, and your own lack of training from your family means that secrets remain secret. For now." But not forever. Carolina, at least, can live that long. "They place protections here to keep you safe. You found that things did not grow so dire again after she left, yes?"

And yeah, flashing cameras, a dull wave of sound in the form of voices and questions, chatter and the clicking of pens, recorders, phones- a million little technical things that hit him and leave him tense and hyperaware but unable to do a goddamn thing about it. He needs to step up to the table, take a seat, and smile. Smile and wave and take a sip of the water they'd poured out for him to steady himself.

Fine, he's gonna be fine, they're gonna be fine, Delta's at his left, he's gonna be fine.

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