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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.]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

Edited 2015-10-03 04:56 (UTC)

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. ]

[ 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. ]

Too nice.

[ Not that he's going to start complaining. She's here, she's real- so goddamn warm and solid and soft under his hand. She's not someone he looked at and ever thought soft but the skin under his palm, the hair around his fingers is so damn silky smooth it kinda makes him wanna cry. Or pray. Or something. People like him don't get things this nice, don't get treated this well but- Carolina is a kind and benevolent woman indeed. ]

Holy- you're using your teeth. That is the hottest goddamn thing.

[ Not even dream carolina was that sexy, and she was a sexy beast- the visual is enough that York has to let his head fall back to the pillow and squeeze his eyes shut. If he watches her he's gonna lose his shit before they ever get started. Then her hand- warm and firm and real- christ. ]

[ She can't help but lick her lips to see him so ready, squaring away any of her own nerves - it's been so long, for her, but she refuses, refuses to disappoint, not when he's so, ahem, excited- and wraps her left hand around the length of his cock. Firm pressure, a light squeeze to start, before she pumps him once. Watching his face for his reaction. How he worries his lower lip, how his hands react in her hair.

A second stroke, a third, followed by a fourth, before she tips his cock forward and leans in to drag her tongue slowly along its length, a warm, damp, wet stripe teasing along from balls to base, a steady curve up leading to the head, before thumb pad drags across the tip of his cock, followed by a lick of her tongue.

And then back down, to start again, at that same antagonisingly slow pace. ]

Oh god.

[ He's going to be saying that a lot. Oh god. Oh shit. Oh fuck. That and begging- he can beg really well when prompted but when it's off the cuff? it's just that much more desperate, just that much more sincere. All that's on his face is sweet agony, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted while he pants away.

The side effect being everything feels that much more intense but if he watches? He is gonna come too damn soon.

Tongue and it's a fight to keep his hips still- he lets go of her hair immediately to tug his hands away so he wouldn't risk tugging or pulling without permission. The first one's intense. The seconds has him shivering back into his skin, hands sliding into her hair again. Not her jaaw, just her hair. Reverant. Adoring. ]

God, yes.

[ The response is everything she was hoping for. She turns her head, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, as his hands first free themselves, then reburrow into her hair. She doesn't say no, doesn't object - so long as he doesn't yank, even a strong grip is a turn on right now. Knowing she's reducing him to such sounds and the loss of words.

A couple more licks, and she's got a hint of what he tastes like, enough that she's willing to push for more reaction. There's a steadying breath taken, before she adjusts her position, shifts knees and balances her weight on her arms. All the better to angle the head of his cock below her and draw it into her mouth, between parted lips. A gentle suckle, before her mouth widens to take a little more, then draw back. In, out. In, out..sliding him in a little further each time, the last dragging her teeth very slightly with it along his dick.

She wants him hard, wants him twitching, but she doesn't want him to come - not yet. Not that they're lacking time, but...not yet.]

Edited (/tweaks) 2015-10-18 03:11 (UTC)

[ 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!

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ He's here, she can, and she can have him whenever and however she wants from now till he actually does die. Which isn't anytime soon- no dying on Carolina. Not again. Even if he didn't know he'd been doing it the first time.

He clings to her legs and leans up to get as much out of that kiss as possible, falling back against the pillow with dark eyes and swollen lips.

The things she does to him.

The things she'll let him do to her.

It's easy to nudge her forward- pull her legs up so she's resting on his shoulders- hands carefully cradling her ass as he leans up and presses a warm, opened mouth kiss against the warmth of her. It's almost chaste except for how the flat of his tongue laves out to drag across her folds, to dip inside and tease at her. Sorting out what she likes, what she doesn't.

She'll tell him. ]

[ She'll tell him, though not in words. It will be in the flex of muscle beneath his palms, cheeks cupped by his hands and powerful thighs framing his face. It's in the sway of her hips as she settles herself, and the way her back stiffens at that initial contact, the catch of her breath before she wills herself to relax.

Her fingers clench and unclench against the headboard. There's a slow deep breath, before she lets herself sink slower, parting thighs a little wider where their positions allow, and lower lip is caught between her teeth in anticipation. It's not unpleasant, not if the way she slowly yields to mouth and tongue thereafter is any indication to what she thinks-feels about that prelude, sinking lower against him if only to make his job 'easier'.

Control. She'll hold it, for as long as he'll allow, for as long as her body can manage. How long that control doesn't last.. She can't wait to see how long she can ride this out. ]

[ Long as they knew each other for everything that was said there'd been five to ten things unsaid that they knew from the tilt of a head, the set of their shoulders, the twist of their breath. Down against the pillows he couldn't see much or hear much, bracketed by her thighs, but he could feel the clench and flex of her muscles well enough to know he had this right. And even if he wasn't sure the way she let herself rest on him properly, give him more pressure an room to work- that was more than enough for him to smirk and push harder.

To pull her down and really lick in deep- at this angle it wasn't uncomfortable or a strain on him.

He could lie back and suck on her clit or lick her pussy as long as she wanted- he was having a fine time spelling out her name with steady, pointed flicks of his tongue. ]

[ She's given over control here, and she's enjoying it. She'd hoped she would, and god, why didn't they do this sooner? (She knows why, all fingers point back to herself, but they're here now, and oh God--)

She can feel that smirk, the way his lips move against her, and as he applies a flick there, pressure here, and there, a moan escapes her. It's a deep shuddered sound, unlike her, accompanied by an involuntary spasm of muscle and jerk of her hips. And if York had any doubts at all after that, the unsubtle slam of her free hand against the headboard likely helps dispel them.

Her breath soon switches over into huffs and puffs as she tries to keep her breathing even, and it's becoming difficult to keep her kmind focused, to remember the plan here. ]

God, just... [head tips back, lower lip caught between her teeth] Tay.. Tayl-ahhhh..!

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