goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"Human definitions of desirability never cease to be strange to me." Which probably why she was never THAT sort of demon.

Reassurance given, the suit is handed over without further ado. He's hardly going to need help into it, which is why once he retreats into the bathroom, she sets out the shoes, then plays phone tag with Delta over arrangements.

Quick scrub, fluff up the hair, wash the guyliner off, comb and- damn he almost looks respectable. Who knew? He gets dressed and comes out, fiddling with the cuffs of the suit. The buttons were tiny and hard okay? Okay.

"They are in actuality wide and varied- but the media likes trying to steer shit in a certain way. Honestly I could do with more actual male objectification." Mmm. Sexy firemen. "Or, you know. A sexy costume for women that's not all about the ass and chest?"

"Yes ma'am." He doesn't need to be told twice, leaning in and nuzzling along her jaw. Not wanting to leave out Wash he slips a hand up to curl in his hair, dragging his nails along his scalp.

Carolina tilts her head and gives him that moment before she catches his lips with her own in a deep kiss. They'd never had chance back in the project. She'd given up the thought of there ever being a chance, what with having assumed that York was dead, and then her enemy. But now? She's going to make up for it.

Wash shivers at the contact and leans in towards him, watching them both with half lidded eyes.

[ No yanking, no steering- adoring. Admiring. Reassuring himself that yes, this is real, yes, she's here, and yes, this was happening. Not another dream where he'll wake up alone and aching in every which way knowing she was dead. Not bleeding out in a cave somewhere with one last hallucination to ease the way. Clair here and touching him. Wanting him. ]

jesuschristclair-

[ It's a fight not to buck up but the rest of him curls, snapping upright in a shot to keep from thrusting into her mouth. This is at her pace, they're doing what she wants and he's following along for the ride. Like usual. But goddamn, that wet heat, the slick glide of her mouth has him moaning, hand slipping out of her hair to claw at the sheets. No reason to tangle her hair or hurt her, god no.

The teeth really fucking do it for him. ]

Shit- that's playing dirty!

Her head tilts slightly. He never ceased to find some means to surprise her. It meant his company was never boring, at least! "What would you prefer be objectified? The legs? The hands? The body as a whole?"

The fiddling catches her attention more than the door opening, and there's a definitely blink, very specifically for his appearance. He looks very smart in the getup that Delta picked out for him, and after a moment's appraisal, she steps forward.

"Your tie is askew," she points out, before reaching to correct it for him. Ex-military though both may be, it doesn't hurt to have someone else do inspection and catch the little things you missed.

[ She's not fragile, and later, once he's more certain that she's as real as he is, perhaps York'll enjoy the fact she's willing to tolerate a little more physicality, doesn't mind a little pressure to overstimulate with pleasure. Later.

Right now, however, her hands slip a little higher along his hips as his body arches, holding him but not holding him down, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of his skin beneath her palms, smug with the knowledge he's reacting this way because of her mouth on him. She repeats the tease of teeth, working along the length of him as he squirms against the sheets, before sucking hard on the head of his cock. Then he's free, and she can't help but admire how hard he is. ]

No such thing. [teasing chide, as she lets his cock alone, for now, shifting on the bed so that she can sit on his chest, adjusts her weight so she's hovering over him, the fabric of his shirt a tease between them] Besides, I figured I might like to put your mouth to use for a bit. Think you might enjoy that, too?

[ She doesn't think he'll need more of a hint than that, to what she has in mind - but she won't force him if he's not willing. There are plenty of other ways for her to work herself up to match him. ]

"Abs. Abs and shoulders and arms and, yeah, hands. Have you ever looked at some women's hands? All long fingers and narrow palms and..mmmm." So damn pretty.

He could try to guide this but- he's always wanted to have her crash over him. Take charge in every which way. She commands the kiss, slick and warm and real as he pulls Wash closer still, pulling away to twist and press their lips together. The taste of Carolina on Wash's mouth is-

Okay he's more than a little hard in his slacks right now, not gonna lie.

"Been ages since I last wore one." A funeral, he thinks. God he hated suits and he hated funerals- but that's why no one would look at him twice. He holds still for the adjustment, the bulk of the thrumming anxiety and tension having eased out as he changed. Knowing she's here to help? Does wonders.

It's hot, really hot, watching them like this. It's the kind of thing he'd never even thought of before. Felt like intruding, even if he's not gonna deny he's jacked off a few times thinking of some of the others in the project. They were some of the best of the UNSC military, and they damn well looked like it. Competence is a turn-on.

He kisses York back, tongue flicking into his mouth, sharing him between them. It's a hot thought, and he and Carolina have worked well together.

[ He's whining and he does. not. care. It's okay to fall apart around Carolina, she's not gonna judge him. Just means she's that good, of course she's that good. There's a weird little knot in his gut for half a second wondering HOW she got that good and who with before he stops it out cuz it's not his business, he never owned her she's got a right to her life and-

Oh HELLO teeth hi

His brain melts a little, he's sure. Melts and dribbles out through his ears and the slick head of his cock from where she lets it fall back against his abdomen. Jesus. ]

Is so. [ Totally a thing. Not taking off her shirt so he can see her, not letting him really get his hands on her- and...he doesn't really mind. Slides his fingers up along her thighs to her hips and tugs her close. He knows what this is about and a little bit of the breathlessness eases away. A cocky smirk, familiar and crooked, takes it's place. ] You're gonna want to grab onto the headboard.

From kissing to touching is an easy transition, one of his hands sliding low on Carolina's back to massage the skin there- the other catching at the side of Wash's throat, dragging down his chest to pinch his nipples. Delve further to other, harder things. What he was nuzzling and teasing earlier. No reason not to have it now.

He lets York pull him in, and ends up hissing against Carolina's mouth when York teases at his nipples until they're peaked. Carolina distracts him enough that he doesn't notice the slow slide of York's hand until it's stroking against his dick, teasing at the sensitive flesh.

Carolina keeps kissing him, then switches to kiss York again, her hands stroking firmly down his back to squeeze his ass.

[ Her experience is likely not as expansive as his in some respects. Things she's thought about in her bunk, the rare distraction she allowed herself - much of it is what she's wanted to do, things she's never had a partner she's wanted to do it to prior to now.

Now she can, and there's something exhilarating that he's willing to place that trust in her here and now. Humbling even. He's letting her, and even if it doesn't quite work out, he's letting her try. She licks her lips, before leaning down to kiss him, hungry and pleased at his reaction, kissing him because he's here and she can. ]

I was hoping you'd say that.

[ She tries not to let herself seem nervous, because as much as she's looking forward to the promise in his cocky grin, in that assurance given by his confidence and comfortable grip on her flesh, she's never done this before. She lets him dictate position, settles herself comfortably and rests her right hand on the headboard as he suggested. The left smooths back his hair, before settling on her thigh.

Turn about is fair play, after all. ]

Wordlessly, her hands lift, showing off talon-tipped fingers. Not particularly long digits at that. "I can understand shoulders, or the forelimbs. Hands, not so much." A human thing, indeed. "How long do these costumed celebrations last, at least?"

Once he's been straightened out to her satisfaction, she rests both hands on his shoulders, a little lower along his arms. "We're exiting directly out the front, you'll need to wear the glasses in the front pocket. The arms are thicker, but coupled with the glass, most people won't look for the scar or the eye."

Then she lets go. "Ready?"

"Sir yes sir." He says with a grin, snapping into a casual salute. The glasses feel weird but- hey, disguise. "DO I look like Clark Kent? Maybe I should do the little curl in the center of the forehead too."

There's a don't-start look given for the salute, before she steps in the bathroom to straighten herself up. She doesn't even look over at his question.

"No."

Followed by:

"Superman was the one with the curl, not Kent."

Only once she's straightened a few things of her own does she motion for him to head to the door. "Once we reach the ground floor, walk straight to the exit. Eyes forward. Don't stop, don't look around. You're a busy man who refuses to be late for an appointment. I'll check the room. There'll be a few who recognise me, and will dog my shadow first."

Giving them time to drive around the block at least once, then pick her up.

"...Oh. Right. I knew that." No, no he didn't. Pop music? Yep. Pop culture? Uhhh...next?

Right. Busy businessman so- channel delta. He can do this. Shoulders square and head high he slips back into that militant posture that came as easy as breathing. Felt odd without his kit on his back but, hey, beggars, choosers. Time to walk. "Yes ma'am."

As soon as the door opens he does exactly as he's told all the way to the elevator. NOt that there's a crowd in the halls but, hey. Committing to the character, it's a thing.

"It's a me thing." He shrugs. He loves hands, he likes using them, touching them, being touched by them. Hands were pretty solid- explaining that? Not easy. "From the middle of the month till the first day of november. Parties tend to go on all night, it's a big thing."

She smirks at him then. "So you have many days ahead where you might find partners who have hands of interest to you?" Head tilt follows. "Should I expect lateness, or next day returns?"

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