[ 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.
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[ 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.