So you grab a piece of something that you think is gonna last.

[youfallback]

Who: Carolina and open!
What: Carolina doing maintenance on vehicles in the hangar. People dropping by. Awkward talks.
When: All day (Jan 20th)
Where: Noble Two's hangar, which Carolina has essentially taken charge of
Rating: Updated to R/NC-17 in the York and Carolina thread. Otherwise PG/PG-13 for most others.


After training and a few other things she needed to check in on, Carolina was back in the hangar, outside of her armor for the first time in a few days. While there were obvious uses for said armor, it made her current task of vehicle maintenance much more difficult. So, the Freelancer could be found in the various vehicles in the hangar, dressed in mildly civillian-esque uniform she'd worn out on the expedition, with the addition of a thicker jacket. After all, she couldn't run vehicles without proper ventilation and the only ventilation was opening the garage door a little.

She didn't plan on being bugged, but things were rarely as she planned them as of late.


(ooc: I'll slap up times below with Carolina's location/the vehicle she's working on below!)

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[youfallback]

[York: Ruiner of Tents. Carolina does her best to try and look offended, but just manages to look pretty amused instead.]

There are beds upstairs. [But jeez, screw the tent, man. She's pushing it to the side and just sprawling out on the blanket over the mats.]

[encryptedlock]

[He's thinking of screwing something entirely different than the tent, really, and he lays down himself so he's propped up on one elbow looking at her.]

But that's all the way upstairs.

[youfallback]

[Is he now? Carolina raises her eyebrows at him before sitting up enough to crawl closer to him. She lays an arm over his side, fingers stretching and curling over his shoulder blade as she tucks one leg underneath her. This is the part she likes the most: just being comfortable around him. There's no worry about the Director walking in, or anyone else for that matter, despite the number of guests she'd had that day so far. ]

Uh-huh. And? [It probably doesn't help that she's leaning toward him to press a slightly sloppy kiss to his lips.]

[encryptedlock]

[He kisses her back hungrily, pressing their bodies together. Call it the whiskey, but he seems somewhat less than concerned that they're in a somewhat open hangar.]

And you're right here.

[No, no, they really should go up to a bedroom. Really.]

[youfallback]

And if I go upstairs, then I'll be there. [Despite her words, Carolina's not doing much moving, except with her mouth as she slowly pulls it away from York's and goes back to just rubbing his back lightly while grinning down at him. She's so many levels of chill right now, she can hardly believe it.]

[encryptedlock]

[Yes please. Just keep doing that for...well, as long as she wants, really.]

Well, I suppose so. Think we should, then?

[It probably will be more comfortable than the ground, even though they have mats down....]

[youfallback]

[Carolina curls her fingers under a little to rub her knuckles down his back before pulling herself up to her feet. With a grin, she offers a hand down to him.]

Probably. We can clean this up in the morning. ["This" being that mess of a tent in shambles on the floor.]

[encryptedlock]

[He makes an insincere grumble of protest at having to move, but takes the hand so he can roll up to his feet and oops it's another quick kiss as he snakes an arm around her waist.]

Sounds good. Your room or mine?

[youfallback]

[Carolina laughs lightly at that kiss and the arm around her waist, leaning more against him. She wraps her arms lazily about his shoulders.]

I don't have any condoms in my room. [Y'know, in case that's a motivating factor for getting him upstairs in the first place.] But my alarm clock isn't in your room.

[encryptedlock]

[He makes a face as she mentions the alarm clock, though it's clearly in jest. Though he's rather obviously ready for more, he's also extremely relaxed and happy right now, and even the thought of an alarm clock doesn't cut into that.]

I could just have Delta wake us up in the morning, then. He actually does make me wake up.

[youfallback]

[That face makes her chuckle and she presses her lips to his cheek as she slowly pulls back as much as she can make herself.]

Looks like it's your room, then. [Before another smirk creeps up her face as she places both hands back on his shoulders and takes a small jump to try and wrap her legs around his midsection.]

[encryptedlock]

[York staggers a little, laughing, but he should be able to hold her for at least a little bit like that. He takes a few steps toward the stairs.]

My room it is.

[youfallback]

[Carolina shifts to try and support more of her own weight, laughing against the side of his neck. Hey he could use some heavy lifting, right? She's just being helpful.]

Need me to get down?

[encryptedlock]

[He staggers a little over to a wall - not that she's that heavy, really, but he's used to wearing armor when he's lifting - and presses her up against it gently, which should have his face right about even with her breasts. Hello, ladies. It's a bit muffled when he talks.]

Think we'll be okay until we get to the stairs.

[youfallback]

[Carolina doesn't mind being pressed against the wall and she shifts with his weight, only to find that that concrete is extremely cold, stealing the suggestion of them doing a few things against said wall from her lips. She leans up away from said wall, wrapping herself tighter around him and pretty much sticking her breasts right in his face.]

The wall's cold, York.

[encryptedlock]

[aljdhfa that is the most distracting thing in the world right there, but he laughs and lets her down gently.]

All right, all right.

[youfallback]

[FFFF well. She'll slowly climb back down to her own feet. Okay, they should go upstairs for real now, especially since she's pretty full-on drunk now and it's going to take some help just getting up those stairs.]

I don't think we're going to make it.

[encryptedlock]

Well, I can carry you part of the way. If you need me to.

[It's kind of a challenge, coming from him. And he's never known her to back down from a challenge.]

[youfallback]

I don't need you to carry me. [Slowly straightening. Whoop, standing. There we go. She's giving him a punch to the shoulder, much less lightly than usual.]

[encryptedlock]

[His eyes light up at that.]

See, now if you want me to, that's a different story. Come on.

[He nods to the stairs.]

[youfallback]

I've got it. [And grabbing that railing for some added assistance as she moves up stair by stair. That whiskey sure hit her fast.]

[encryptedlock]

[He'll make sure she doesn't have any trouble, offering a hand for her if she looks unsure. Once they reach the top, though, it's only a few more steps in.]

Now, where were we?

((ooc: imply or log??))

[youfallback]

(ooc: Up to you! I'm comfortable with either!)

[And she definitely needs that hand a couple times as she wavers. Unfortunately, that means that once they do get up to his room, she's just taking over his bed, almost too drunk to want to get busy. She can always make it up to him in the morning, though.]

[encryptedlock]

[Hey, there's a big difference between too drunk and almost too drunk. He's willing to take his chances - and at the very least that means cuddling. York strips off his shirt and shoes and crawls in after her, grin still plastered on his face.]

Don't tell me you're worn out already.

[youfallback]

[Carolina reaches in the direction of the sound of his voice, fingers finding his bare chest before she shifts to sit up a little again.] I'm not worn out. [Just drunk, really.

She reaches down to pull off her sweatpants without much ado, reaching over him to drop them to the floor. Even if nothing else happens, at least he essentially got her pants off. Still, she's swaying and shifts to lay back down. ]