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

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

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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[Oh, good. York definitely likes seeing that he's doing something right, and as she falls into the rhythm he's establishing it only intensifies the experience. He begins to move down her stomach with his mouth, trailing kisses until he's a little closer to his ultimate goal.

He does pause slightly, looking up in a "everything okay?" look.]

[Carolina shifts under his mouth, for a second just blinking at him when he pauses. It's pretty easy to figure out where he's going to head next and she raises an eyebrow at him. Lazily, she stretches a hand out to the side of his face, giving his jaw a little tug to try and bring him back up toward her. She can take care of warming herself up with her hands and honestly she'd be more comfortable doing at least some of it herself, rather than relying completely on him.

She's making progress in releasing control, but there's still hitches. ]

[All right, good. As much as he likes being in control, he's still not entirely sure where the boundaries are between them. The last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable in any way.

So he kisses her gladly, though he's getting a little impatient. He can wait, though. Once he gets any kind of signal from her, he'll be ready--and until then, well, he could keep kissing her all night if he had to.]

[Kissing she is definitely cool with, wrapping one arm around his shoulders as her other hand drops down between them, running her thumb along the inside of her thigh (and accidentally bumping his dick whoops). Her attention, though, is focused on trying to get that fire burning in her abdomen, to poke the stirring heat into something more.]

[York makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan at that accidental bump, and he clutches at the blankets to try and stop himself from throwing caution to the wind and just guiding himself in right then. But no, this is best with patience--

It's getting harder (hurr hurr) to wait, though, and he hopes she'll be ready soon.]

[Carolina raises an eyebrow at him clutching the blankets, a bit confused before realizing right where her hand is. Oh. That explains that blanket-clutching. Well, she sees two options here, letting him go ahead and get off or making him wait for her, as she's just not at that perfect point yet.

Hell, she owes him for a few things.]

Come on. [She pushes herself closer to him, her pelvis pressing against his erection this time instead of her hand.]

[Yeah, patience? Thy name is not York. Not tonight, anyway. He gasps again and starts grinding a little to try and relieve some of that tight pressure, but her words are pretty clear. He reaches down to guide himself in and seems to almost collapse as he finally gets that warm tightness he's been craving.

Once he's actually in, though, he seems to renew his patience and looks brightly at her, grinning.]

Much better now.

[And he'll start thrusting slowly, watching her to make sure he's doing all right.]

[Carolina just laughs lightly at him at first, until he's all the way in and the laugh hitches. Oh now that feels nice. The laugh returns at his grin while she spreads her fingers across his chest, but once again stops when he begins thrusting, replaced by sharp inhales and taking any rhythm from her breathing. She shifts underneath him, trying to navigate him to one of the spots already humming and alive with electrical signals.]

[Guidance? Yes, he can take guidance, and he'll try to move in the direction she wants. Anything that gets a good reaction is something he'll work at.

It seems he's in no particular hurry now that they've reached this stage, but of course eventually he's going to start moving a little more quickly eventually, and once he does it won't be too much longer before he reaches climax.]

[York manages to hit one of those spots and Carolina moans lowly. There. Just hit there. Of course, though, once he starts speeding up, her body changes its mind and sends those electrical signals somewhere else and so she almost immediately sends her fingers down to her clit to help out. ]

[Things are never simple, are they? Well, there's not going to be too much longer, and York steadily increases his pace until he's gasping for breath, hoping she's about ready to come because he can;t hold out too much longer. If he gives himself any room to focus on the sensations it will be over too soon, so he tries biting his lip to hold back and almost draws blood.]

Carolina--

[Unfortunately, she's just now reaching the range of close and her fingernails dig into him as she tries to get herself there faster. ]

My name. Say my--- say it. [She's hoping that it'll be enough to pull her down with him, panting, listening to his breaths, absorbing herself completely in the moment.] Just.

[It feels odd in his mouth still, but he does have the presence of mind to know which name she means when she says that. He leans down and whispers into her ear, pausing in his movements long enough to do so.]

Jillian.

[A delighted smile lights up her face in time with a gasp and she rolls her hips against him, wanting to send him over that edge even if she won't be following him down. She's just not quite at the point where she can but hell, she's not going to be pissed. ]

York, c'mon. [She's, in essence, giving him verbal permission to go ahead without her.]

[He does then, and it's only a few short thrusts before he's spent, breathing heavily as he finishes and then pulling out to lay on his side for a few moments.]

I--thanks. Damn.

[Carolina glances over at him with a slight chuckle, still quite drunk as she shifts to face him. For a couple moments she just watches him, ignoring the complaints from her body as it starts to cool down with out that grand finale. It can just deal.]

Better than putting up a tent.

[Patience, grasshopper. Once he stops feeling like a wet noodle he'll see she gets her satisfaction.]

True, that.

[He takes a couple more deep breaths. Okay. Almost back to normal.]

[Carolina chuckles again, slowly trying to sit up, which is a little more difficult with the whole alcohol thing. ]

We'll clean it up tomorrow. [Pushing things off to the next day is difficult for her to say but, eh, they had plenty of trouble just getting up the stairs.]

Mmm-hmm.

[All right, now that he feels a little more in control of himself he slides the condom off, ties it, and drops it into the trashcan near the bed. His movements are slow and smooth, as if he's very satisfied with himself.]

--Wasn't paying much attention to you there at the end, was I?

[Once York's got the condom taken care of, Carolina reaches over to run her hand through his hair, not caring if it musses it up. ]

Not really.

[But she's still sitting up to stretch lightly.] It's fine.

[Sitting up, is she? He'll put a hand around her waist and pull himself a little closer to kiss her stomach.]

Nope. Not fine. C'mere.

York. [Carolina doesn't pull away despite her scolding tone, propping herself up on her hands. Part of her is curious, but the other part of her kind of wants to head to sleep. One last, completely drunk part of her wants to get up and dance. She's just ignoring that part.]

It's not fair if I get what I want and you don't.

[And that's how it is, so stop arguing. Also, he has that ridiculous grin on his face now as he works his way to curling around her so she can't get away.]

[Curling around her, eh? She does her best to ignore that stupid grin and instead try and navigate out of that grip. Nope. Nope it's a game now. ]

Who says you know what I want? [Trying to control her own playful grin by pressing her lips into a line, gazing down at him.]

[Yeah yeah NO ESCAPING. York grabs at her arms to try to pin them, chuckling a little. Get back here and let him spoil you, Carolina.]

I do. I know everything, you know.

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