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[goddamngrenades]

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PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

[ 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. ]

[pastdoesntdefine]

[ 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. ]

[goddamngrenades]

[ 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. ]

[pastdoesntdefine]

[ 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..!