Oh fuck yes. York stares for a moment when she steps back and pulls off her bra, and then reaches out -- but just to take her hand as he backs up towards the tiny apartment's bedroom. He tangles their fingers and tugs, encouraging her to follow him until his knees hit the edge of the mattress and then he's pulling her in, only sparing a moment to strip off his tank and drop it to the floor. Then it's all skin on skin, his hands skimming up her sides to cup her breasts as he leans down for another kiss, deep and excited. Back down to tease at the waist of her shorts, then around to her ass again. But only for a moment.
It's abrupt but probably not surprising when he lifts her up with that hold, turning them and tossing her gently backwards onto the mattress to enjoy the view. "You're gorgeous," he tells her quietly. Even more beautiful than when they first met, scars and all. And then he's crawling onto the bed himself, holding himself up with one arm on either side of her and dipping his head to kiss her chest, drawing a nipple into his mouth.
Being lifted up, strong hands holding her like she doesn't weigh a thing is a novel experience. An experience that does absolutely nothing to douse the heat coiling in her stomach. The last time she was on his bed was very different circumstances, watching over him when he was too drunk for anything at all. This time... she's pretty damn sure things are going to go a lot differently. Propping herself up on her elbows she smiles at him and reaches out to pull him close as he climbs onto the bed.
His mouth on her breast draws a gasp and she's once again reminded just how long it's been since she's done this. Long enough every touch leaves her squirming against the sheets. "York..."
That gasp and the way she sighs his name has heat flaring in York and he reaches for her hand, tangling their fingers as he works his way back up her body, kissing a hot trail to the pulse point in her neck and sucking there. It's going to leave a mark and he sort of likes the thought of that, dragging his teeth lightly over her skin before lifting his head.
"You're overdressed," he tells her, murmuring right into her ear. Then they're kissing again, and his free hand drifts to her hip and tugs at her shorts. They'll have to untangle from each other a bit for her to get out of them, but it'll be worth it. He promises. Or he would, if his mouth were free -- and he doesn't plan for it to be free for awhile.
There won't be any hiding that mark, not when she dresses casually most days instead of wearing her survival suit and armor. Once upon a time that would have bothered her, having evidence of a tryst written on her skin. Now though, right now she doesn't bother to think of anything but the present and how happy she is that they're here together. She laughs into the kiss and doesn't bother arguing that they're practically even, that she was the one who took her bra off first.
Instead Carolina wraps her arms around him, opening her mouth to kiss him with everything she's got. The shorts are tight, tighter than she'd normally choose except that she chose them to tease him. Once he starts easing then down she lifts her ass off the bed to help things along. And if it just so that happens that she's rocking her hips against his in a very suggestive manner that's just coincidence. She's definitely not trying to work him up, definitely.
Oh, oh yes she is. And it's working. York laughs into the kiss as well, grinding lightly against her hips every time she rocks up but ultimately focusing on getting her shorts and underwear off. He's got a goal here. Once they're past her hips he pulls back, breaking the kiss to slide them down her legs and off. He considers leaving her in her socks but takes those off as well, tossing them over his shoulder before dropping back down on top of her, catching her mouth again briefly. Then he's working his way down her neck, her chest, her stomach, reaching out to find her hand and sink it into his hair as he nuzzles lower, bends one of her legs up.
Goal achieved.
It's been awhile since he's done this or anything else but it's like riding a bike and he remembers vividly what she likes. May just have relived that memory in dreams a million times since that night, remembering the way she trembled when he hit sucked a certain way or swirled his tongue. His hand lingers on her thigh for now, waiting for reactions as he relearns her body. Catalogues every sigh and catch of breath.
Carolina's fingers reflexively tighten in his hair as he starts in reminding her of that last night they had together and how good he was back then. It's been so long since she's done anything, since she had the time and solitude to focus on that. And even after all this time he still knows exactly how to wind her up. Her grip on his hair doesn't loosen in the slightest, though she's always careful not to pull too hard. There's not holding back her voice, the steady stream of gasps that transition into shameless moans.
God, his tongue- "York...!" She's so close, oversensitive after so long with nothing. All he needs to do is push a little more and she'll come undone. Already her back is arched off the bed, squirming as tension coils through her.
Lucky for Carolina, York has no intention of stopping, fun as it might be to tease her right at the edge. It's been too long for both of them, he's not going to deny her anything. His hand slides down her thigh to between her legs and he slips two fingers inside her, stroking firmly in sync with each swirl of his tongue. Searching for the spot that'll push her over the edge.
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Oh fuck yes. York stares for a moment when she steps back and pulls off her bra, and then reaches out -- but just to take her hand as he backs up towards the tiny apartment's bedroom. He tangles their fingers and tugs, encouraging her to follow him until his knees hit the edge of the mattress and then he's pulling her in, only sparing a moment to strip off his tank and drop it to the floor. Then it's all skin on skin, his hands skimming up her sides to cup her breasts as he leans down for another kiss, deep and excited. Back down to tease at the waist of her shorts, then around to her ass again. But only for a moment.
It's abrupt but probably not surprising when he lifts her up with that hold, turning them and tossing her gently backwards onto the mattress to enjoy the view. "You're gorgeous," he tells her quietly. Even more beautiful than when they first met, scars and all. And then he's crawling onto the bed himself, holding himself up with one arm on either side of her and dipping his head to kiss her chest, drawing a nipple into his mouth.
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His mouth on her breast draws a gasp and she's once again reminded just how long it's been since she's done this. Long enough every touch leaves her squirming against the sheets. "York..."
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"You're overdressed," he tells her, murmuring right into her ear. Then they're kissing again, and his free hand drifts to her hip and tugs at her shorts. They'll have to untangle from each other a bit for her to get out of them, but it'll be worth it. He promises. Or he would, if his mouth were free -- and he doesn't plan for it to be free for awhile.
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Instead Carolina wraps her arms around him, opening her mouth to kiss him with everything she's got. The shorts are tight, tighter than she'd normally choose except that she chose them to tease him. Once he starts easing then down she lifts her ass off the bed to help things along. And if it just so that happens that she's rocking her hips against his in a very suggestive manner that's just coincidence. She's definitely not trying to work him up, definitely.
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Goal achieved.
It's been awhile since he's done this
or anything elsebut it's like riding a bike and he remembers vividly what she likes. May just have relived that memory in dreams a million times since that night, remembering the way she trembled when he hit sucked a certain way or swirled his tongue. His hand lingers on her thigh for now, waiting for reactions as he relearns her body. Catalogues every sigh and catch of breath.no subject
God, his tongue- "York...!" She's so close, oversensitive after so long with nothing. All he needs to do is push a little more and she'll come undone. Already her back is arched off the bed, squirming as tension coils through her.
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