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metamorphosis2012-01-19 12:04 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-19 12:04 am
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Characters: Agent York, Agent Carolina
Rating: PG
24/365. going to go back to writing characters i can actually do soon.
She's a born leader and she puts it to use on the field – but the second she's alone with him, halfway undressed and visible through the blue and red lights that blink slowly and languidly outside on the ship's edges, she's all sounds and taking orders instead of giving them. When he catches her giving one (every so often, just a little there or harder or fuck, York) she insists they're suggestions, sir, but he'd be wise to take them to heart.
And he does, every last one of them, especially the last one; they're a sweaty, sticky mess by the end of it, Carolina laying on top of him and watching the wall. and he'd think her asleep if not for the way she shifts far too often, torn fingernails drawing imaginary formations on his skin and back arching as she stretches, trying to get comfortable. It doesn't occur to him right then that maybe she's not used to this (taking orders from someone lower than her, trying to be comfortable and safe without her armor, little things like that) but he holds her close, presses a kiss to her temple and feels a smirk stretch thin on his lips when he feels her bite his shoulder in a tired retaliation.
Characters: Agent York, Agent Carolina
Rating: PG
24/365. going to go back to writing characters i can actually do soon.
She's a born leader and she puts it to use on the field – but the second she's alone with him, halfway undressed and visible through the blue and red lights that blink slowly and languidly outside on the ship's edges, she's all sounds and taking orders instead of giving them. When he catches her giving one (every so often, just a little there or harder or fuck, York) she insists they're suggestions, sir, but he'd be wise to take them to heart.
And he does, every last one of them, especially the last one; they're a sweaty, sticky mess by the end of it, Carolina laying on top of him and watching the wall. and he'd think her asleep if not for the way she shifts far too often, torn fingernails drawing imaginary formations on his skin and back arching as she stretches, trying to get comfortable. It doesn't occur to him right then that maybe she's not used to this (taking orders from someone lower than her, trying to be comfortable and safe without her armor, little things like that) but he holds her close, presses a kiss to her temple and feels a smirk stretch thin on his lips when he feels her bite his shoulder in a tired retaliation.