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Guyliner? Really? That's a word people actually use in the real world? Carolina just stares at him for a long moment, before making a shooing motion. "Keep in mind that the doors are all translucent in there," she reminds him. She doesn't need to see her client in various stages of undress at this early stage in their business relationship.

I do insist.

[ Her voice dips into a more husky register, thighs flexing a little under his hands as she adjusts her position - all the better for both their balance, allows her to secure herself around his waist more securely. Though there's a deep, teasing laugh in his ear as he stumbles a little. ]

If only to surprise by subverting them entirely. [she shivers a little at the thought] Mmmm, I think just the touching for now.. [lips part, lightly tugging his earlobe, then releasing him again] ..it's too early for carpet burns.

[ Fortunately, making it to his room doesn't take that many steps. Or perhaps York has done this before? There's a brief jealous flicker at the thought, quickly quashed, and she resumes nuzzling his neck and lightly scratching along his back. ]

It's never too early for carpet burns.

[ Thank god his mouth runs on autopilot, otherwise he'd be struck dumb. Hell, he almost loses the capacity for thought with her lips so close to his ear, the sultry rumble of her laughter. God.

He's doomed.

It's gonna be awesome.

Walking blind and- it's not something that's unfamiliar in this apartment. What is new is how he pivots on his heel once he gets close to the bed and falls back- giving Carolina the pinning position. Giving her all the power.

No one else in the galaxy he trusts to do that but her. ]

Well, boss- how do you want me?

Cup in hand he slumps out of his chair with a muttered groan, he hates pr bullshit but- he'll do it. Shower, shave, makeup, hair, he keeps a towel on as much as possible to prevent the odds of getting his ass seen.

"ALso an option. I, uh. Thought it was kinda fucked forever. This is a good thing." A weird good thing but, he'll try to look through it more. Which will end in more headaches but- if it'll get him more sight? He'll do it in a heartbeat.

"That was actually kind of short for me. Jaw got sore." And his hand started cramping, but she'd been plenty happy with what he'd done so that's more than enough for him.

"We'll fix it. I promise, we'll fix it." He kisses his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Gently. So damn gently. "I mean it."

They can wait.

[ But not them, and then they're in the room, and they're spinning, and Carolina braces herself as they fall, grasping him, legs still locked about his hips. Only once they're no longer moving does she sit up, green eyes bright and York beneath her.

She draws her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it a little as she contemplates his question. Then, slowly, she catches his hands at the wrist, drawing them up along her thighs, letting palms slide along smooth skin, a little higher, a little closer. Until the cone to a very deliberate Stop. ]

...Take off your shirt, then keep your hands here. No moving them, unless I tell you.

Edited (Tenses correction whoops) 2015-09-17 16:32 (UTC)

"For all its drawbacks, magic has its bonus. This one will be such for you." She'll explain to him about reaction headaches later.

"Short." She doesn't sound like she believes him. "From that lack of practice, I suppose." Her arms fold, talons tapping along her biceps lightly.

Wash kisses back for a moment. "I hate myself for getting into this position," he admits. "Should have left so long ago but I-" He'd been grateful, he'd been won over by the idea of someone being invested enough to save him, and then they'd fucked with his head and he hadn't thought very much of his own thoughts for a long time. "I was scared and I was fucking stupid."

Such a nice ass, too. And no one free to pay attention in the unlikely event it did slip - both Carolina and Delta have their heads together, discussing the event, before Carolina steps out to go deal with any immediate issues with escorting York to and from.

They're keeping it short. Delta would handle any specific questions. But York would read something, a short message for the fans, then be allowed to step back.

Well, that was the plan anyway. Would it survive engagement with the enemy known as the press? Knocking on the door, Carolina peeked back into the suite, 10 minutes prior to leaving time.

"Everyone ready?"

"You were scared." Anyone would take a hand up and out of a pit after what Wash had been through. Fixing this- trying to fix it is gonna be hard. "Get some rest. Okay? I'll be here till you fall asleep."

"I feel good when my partner feels good." He shrugs. "It's easier for me to get off if they already have at least once. Less pressure."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I became the monster none of us wanted to be." He nods tiredly, closes his eyes. "Hey York. Taylor. If I wake up and I'm not... not me... don't let me hurt anyone else, okay?"

"Hmmm. I do suppose it is, ah ha, something of a struggle after the first time for males." There's probably drugs for that! Or spells. But she's not going to encourage him looking into that. Yet.

Maybe THAT could be the subject of a future video!

[ Smooth skin and strong muscle and he's just about to try to tug her shirt out of the way when she holds them still. Right there.

No further.

Without shame he bites his bottom lip and whines. This is what he gets for putting her in charge. But- he follows orders. For once. Whips his shirt off with one hand and slides his hands right back up along her thighs and maybe, maybe tries to take an extra inch than he'd been given.

You know.

Cuz reasons. ]

Yessir.

It's his usual casual attire, hair gelled up, foundation under the eyes to hide the shadows. Chapstick, eyeliner, and a cocky grin and he's ready to go. That and a bracelet woven by a fan and his dogtags tucked into his shirt completes the usual image. "Ready when you are."

"You were forced. You didn't get a choice." It breaks his heart to hear Wash sound so goddamn tired- he tips his face up to pres another soft, sweet kiss to his hips. "I won't let you hurt anyone. Even yourself. Get some sleep, David."

He wasn't sure if he should bite back the sentiment- but it is true. "Love you, baby. I'll take care of you. Promise."

"Yeah. I'm not twenty anymore." NOt that he could go for too long after one when he was twenty either. Not that he's gonna mention that. "...Would it be...ethical to make a video on potency powders and shit?"

He feels like he had a choice. Logically looking at it with fresh eyes, he knows that he never did. That he was given the illusion of a choice. Probably helped the Chariman if they thought it was a choice, not coercion. But it's hard to understand that truly. He kisses back, twines his legs with Taylor's.

There's a lump in his throat when he hears those words. "Love you too," he says, and it's true. It really is.

It's easier to fall asleep with York there, and soon he's out. Not the most restful sleep, not peaceful, but better than nothing.

Carolina just gives him That Look. The one to remind him he's asking a Demon about ethics.

No, York.

[ Said with a smirk as his hands are pushed back into place, her thumbs stroking along his knuckles. She remains upright, seated at his lap, weight pinning his hips, and making no effort to remove the flannel shirt she borrowed less than an hour ago. Some could argue this has escalated quickly - Carolina would argue better this late than the previous never.

Releasing his hands, she plants hers at the V of his hips, smoothing her palms along taunt stomach. He's still trim, still toned, though perhaps not as ripped as he'd been in the project. Still too damned attractive, and now entirely hers for the taking in multiple senses. Fingertips stroke lightly, repeating the swirling patterns shed etched against his back with her nails, until pads brush nipples, stroke back and forth to bring nubs to attention.

And all the while, her gaze has rested on the scarring on his chest. Only now, does she lean forward, planting the lightest of kisses against it, before lips press and peck and purr their way towards his collarbone, Pressing the length of her to him the further along to his neck she goes. ]

Edited (Typo/word correction) 2015-09-19 02:53 (UTC)

Step one: Get Delta access to that terminal. Step two: Get a map.

Step three: Make a distraction. Step four: get to that meta suit and steal the FUCK out of it.

Step five: collect wash. Step Six: Blow this place to kingdom come.

Liklihood of managing? Slim to none.

SLim's better than none.

The terminal was not that difficult to get into, not for Delta, and once he was in, the system opened up like a slower in the sun. The Trophy Room was, of course in the most heavily guarded part of the compound, locked down heavily and with the best security. It would take a lot of getting into. It might even be worse after his attempted escape with Wash, but when was he going to get another chance at it?

Wash slept heavily, not even stirring when York moved. The brainwashing was exhausting. No wonder he was so tired.

Options. He has a few. None of them leave him all that happy but- It's now or never and he can't sit here and watch them keep doing this to Wash and Carolina. He can't. It'd be like putting them in the chair himself and-

He can't.

The undersuits work with the camo unit- sometimes. Rigging it up and borrowing Wash's helmet so his head wouldn't be bobbling along without a body took a little.

It's not perfect but it'll hold up.

Time to head to the trophy room.

Carolina had left the door unlocked like she'd promised, and perhaps that was as much of a cry for help as anything, because surely she wouldn't have expected York to stay quietly with Wash and then lock himself back into his room later. When had he ever been that obedient? There were no guards outside at least, but beyond the bunks, the hallways filled with mercenaries and a few Charon soldiers.

There were more guards outside the Trophy Room, fully armed and armoured and intent on their duty. Holographic lock to protect what was inside. It wouldn't be easy to get in.

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