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..I know.

[ Her answer is a little husky, from memory, from regret. She holds his gaze a moment, before letting it follow his movement, letting him lean into her space, stay there as long as he wants. A week ago, he was dead and she was alive and on a mission. Days ago, she was still reeling from the shock of his survival, and now, here they are, flirting in the kitchen, and there's such promise in the way he's looking at her.

And York is most certainly a man of his word.

She murmurs 'thank you' for the bottle, popping the cap and pouring the syrup over her waffle, perhaps a little too much by normal standards, but there's more than one reason for that. Once she's done, she swipes over the nozzle to clear any excess dribble away, before setting the bottle back between them.

And licks her fingers clean absently. ]

[ Oh good. She's on the same page.

Wait. She's on the same PAGE. It's an OPTION. They're both DOWN.

Why are they still eating breakfast again? He blinks at her for a long moment, trying to gauge when it would be appropriate to lean in and finally, finally kiss her when she does that thing.

That thing with the syrup.

And her fingers.

And her mouth.

And his mind flatlines for a second. ]

...you're trying to kill me.

I'd rather not. I only just found you again.

[ Said sincerely, and entirely deadpan - how can someone stay so straight faced at a time like this? Knife and fork are lifted, because there are waffles to eat, and her foot is lightly grazing his ankle, dragging up under his pants leg a little.

Sugar and waffles are energy. Even after a good night's sleep, it doesn't hurt to refuel before engaging in other long overdue activities. Fortunately, it really doesn't take her that long to eat anyway.

She waggles her fork at his plate. ]

It's getting cold.

[ No fair. It's supposed to be HIS turn to be all smooth and shit.

Well fine.

If she's gonna be like that, the next time she takes a bite full of waffle he catches her wrist and leans in, taking it off her fork with an exaggerated play of lips and tongue along the tines. ]

Not from where I'm sitting.

[ Now who's being unfair?

And eating her own food, too. Isn't your own breakfast good enough for you? Never mind that her eyes follow exactly the path that teeth, lips and tongue take to eat her slice of waffle. Never mind the tingling in her skin at the grasp of his hand on her wrist. ]

If you wanted to share, all you had to do was ask first.

[But no. He had to go cross the line. She waits until he sits back, relaxes his grip on her wrist a little, and resumes as she did before. Making a point to flick a little dribble of syrup along his wrist. She's quite adamant about not losing about bite, however. ]

Maybe this is me asking.

[ He licks the syrup from his lip and loosens his grip on her wrist, settling back to cut himself a bite one handed and then, syrup. On him. Well that's not fair. He crackles a soft laugh and lets go, tipping his head to the side and drawing his tongue up in a long line to catch the entire drizzle of syrup that ended up on his skin.

Maybe lingers a little longer than he should. ]

[ she's paying you no heed. Just so you know. None. Nope. Just her and her waffle, and her foot most definitely not withdrawing as he licks up the syrup - only to scoot along the inside of his leg instead, teasing up muscled lower leg, trailing toe up and down.

It doesn't take her long to finish her breakfast, at least, licking her lips languidly once she sits back in her chair. Wondering what York's counter-tease might be.]

[ Nofairnofairnofair.

He tries to keep it cool. To play it smooth. It is not entirely possible, damnit. He finishes his waffles quickly and neatly, sitting back for a long moment just to look at her.

God he loves looking at her. Loves that she's here TO look at.

He could tease or he could cut to the chase. As it is he leans forward enough to close the distance and get the thing they're both waiting on over with.

Sticky from the syrup and twice as sweet, he presses their lips together and oh. It's her skin, her hair, her everything curled warm in his chest, gone as he'd ever been.. ]

[ They really have waited long enough, haven't they?

She's still, he's all movement, and she leans in just a little as he closes the distance. Sticky, sweet, and soft, there's something very satisfied in the sigh that escapes her as she pulls back briefly. Nudges his nose with hers, as eyes remain half lidded.

Then, she's moving forward, all for one purpose, sliding off her chair and onto his lap, half straddling one of his legs as she presses her lips against his much more firmly. Moves to wrap her arms around his shoulders, about his neck, kissing him with a slow burning hunger for something more than breakfast. ]

[ So goddamn long. Why didn't he do this sooner? The war, the project, stupidity? Probably a combination of all three but now he's not thinking of it when he's got her here, warm and solid and real. Not a dream. Dream Carolina never lasted past the first kiss.

She vanished, usually, but this? Isn't stopping.

York settles back into his chair, hands sliding to curl in her hair and around her waist, pulling her close. Letting her take the lead because honestly when has he done anything but follow her? He's got half a mind to carry her to bed but-

They have time. No rush. It's easier to tip his head back and pull her with him, open his lips and tease her with his tongue in a lazy swipe. ]

[ This, this is so much better than any dream. There's a solidity to the body beneath hers that no dream could replicate, muscles shifting beneath the thin cotton of his shirt as she presses up against him, mouth parting to welcome the tease of his tongue.

Here he is, just letting her do whatever she wants to him, egging her on and making her willing to test just how far he'll go - and she's willing. No doubt to be had here, not with how her body's all but thrumming with desire-- ]

"Could you guys please get a room! [a beat]"A different room!"

[ Never was an AI more squeaky with embarrassment than Epsilon. Unlike before, however, Carolina does not jump away, merely slows her ardant assault, laughing softly as she pulls back, then leans to press a kiss to York's chin, to the edge of his mouth. ]

Hmmm, I suppose we could go do that..

Edited 2015-09-15 23:46 (UTC)

[ Yes? Yes. Yes please. Yes good He's more than happy to let her take any and every liberty, already has a hand slipping down to her thigh to slide under the hem of the flannel shirt to feel more of her and while in a chair wouldn't be the first choice? He is not about to complain.

Which.

Doesn't stop someone else from complaining. ]

Epsilon...

[ Cockblocked by an AI. Not cool, bro. Not cool. Still. She's laughing and still so close so he'll take it as a mild win. ]

Hang on?

[ Upper body strength is a thing, he hefts his hands under her thighs and stands, pulling her with him. ]

[ There's a whine sound from her armor, and Carolina just laughs a little more to hear York's reponse to her AI. But she's evidently more than able to hang on as requested, mindful to wrap her legs around his waist and watch her balance as he moves.

Her muscles flex under his hands, and her head turns, nuzzling his cheek, lips murmuring into his ear. ]

Try not to drop me, and I promise only to be a little bit distracting..

I have half a mind to move to the sofa. [ Right across from where the suit's set up. Give him a REAL eyefull. On the other hand he's happy to walk with Carolina clinging to him, all powerful thighs and teasing promise. ]

How distracting is only a little distracting?

Maybe later... [oh most definitely later, but her voice shifts to a whisper] ..But I'd rather not share this time with anyone else.

[and she knows Epsilon would find this painfully awkward, much as he was the one to encourage her to come here and see York in the first place.

In answer, she anchors herself with one arm, while the other frees her hand to roam his back, to slowly draw his shirt up and allow her access to his back. Drags her nails lightly in circular patterns, starting between the shoulderblades.]

Well, I could keep doing this... Or I could tell you exactly what I want to do to you, every step of the way back to your room.,.

If you insist.

[ Epsilon's tiny digital mind is spared. For now. Wait until they've gotten this out of their systems- if they ever managed that much.

Honestly Clair holding herself up with one arm shouldn't be this hot. It is. So goddamn hot. The thing she's doing with her nails is twice as hot and he grips her thighs harder, stumbling a little at the weighted promise in her voice. ]

Well. You know me. I like thorough directions.

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?

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)

[ 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.

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)

But-

[ He sags back against the mattress, eye tracking her as best he can without actually moving. He needs to be still. Needs to be obedient. She'll let him know when he can move. Even if it takes everything in him to not arch up into her palms.

Rough, familiar, so damn solid and warm-

He's been with other people, sure. But none of them could reach into his chest and scoop out the very heart of him quite like Carolina. Reform him with a press of her palm, order him still with but a look. Light him on fire. Help him breathe again with every brush of his fingers, every piercing glance.

He's never been one to stay quiet but now he shudders under her hands and lets his head tip back. Gives her all the room she could ever want. Lets her take and tease everything into stirring, tense arousal. ]

Carolina-

[ Her smile curls against his skin as he utters her name, before the kisses up his neck turn a little more chaste, and she settles herself above him a moment. ]

If you're uncomfortable, or need to stop, if you need anything, tell me.

[ After all they've been through, she wants to remember this, make it something they both want to remember, and that means making him sure of the fact he, and no one else, is her priority right now. A gentler kiss against lips, before she pulls back, so they can look eye to eye. So that he knows she means it.

Palm strokes his chest, rolling a thumb against his right nipple, before she lowers her head and starts teasing the side of his neck again, charting a return course, one that hits the dip of his throat and starts a southernly course along his sternum. ]

Tell me what you want, Taylor... Tell me what you need..

[ Whispered against his skin, wanting him to run his mouth, if only to see how well she could disrupt him.]

Edited (Typo correction) 2015-09-25 02:32 (UTC)

Stopping is the last thing on my mind right now.

[ The very last. The first being a mix of 'oh god oh god oh god' and 'fucking FINALLY' and 'this can't be real' but he's. Working through each of those at his own pace. Not like he's about to go anywhere. Not like he wants to. ]

I need to move. Just- touch? May I touch?

[ He kind of has a thing about her hair. Holding it, combing his fingers through it, mussing it up- less about red hair in general and more about it being hers. Held back, combed tight, bound up under her helmet. But he doesn't move his hands. Keeps them on her thighs, lip caught between his teeth as she keeps winding him up. Probably impossible not to feel how he's gone hard and if she weren't straddling him? It'd be pretty damn visible. ]

You? [ It shouldn't be a question but- it's like being given permission and it breaks the dam. Suddenly he's full of words and eager to share them. ] Holding me down, maybe tying me up, you know? Using me how you want. Me I- i'm easy, I'm happy you're here, anything else is cake but i need you to tell me what to do. What you want. I need you to quit teasing me and let me touch you- oh god-

[ She can't help but feel flattered, smug, that he's reacting this way to her. She can feel his erection forming through to cotton of his pants, pressing hard along her thigh, as he begins his litany. She tweaks both nipples again, before lightly grazing his sides with her nails as she continues further down his body. ]

I want you to lie back and enjoy what I'm doing to you, no sitting up. ..but you can touch my hair, or my shoulders. Whatever you can reach.

[ Said as she scoots back, as her thighs part a little wider and she shimmies down the bed a little. The shirt stays, for now, but the loose fall of still damp hair is his to play with. While she nudges his stomach with her nose, till her breath is tickling the skin above the hem of his pants.]

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