open smut post

[mundaati]

OPEN POST
-my muselist is here
-mention who you want in the subject line
-leave me a prompt/picture/whatever
-???
-profit

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[howkickassiam]

"Don't feel guilty, Carolina. You didn't know, and you couldn't have, not with the way I went about things." He still remembers her tone of voice when she accused him of deserting. She was sincerely distressed that he was turning on the organization, which was in part also him turning on her.

He hasn't taken his eyes off of her since the conversation started. He's drinking her in. She's aged, of course, with it having been a few, very stressful years, but she is still radiant with her bright green eyes and red hair. He closes his eyes briefly, as though to check whether he's memorized her new appearance, then opens them.

"I know back during the Project you wanted to put off any like...official relationship stuff. And I totally understood! But I also pushed things a lot, and I don't want it to seem like I'm pushing now, but..."

He shakes his head a little.

"Okay, listen. I know this is our first time seeing each other in a hell of a long time, and I know we never had an official 'thing' to begin with, and I know you used to get upset when I pushed your boundaries, and that's one thing I've been thinking a hell of a lot since I heard you were alive. I don't want to push. I think about that all the time and I think I deserved it every time you got on my case about it. So...yeah."

He chuckles a little, embarrassed.

"This is a lot of words to ask if I can kiss you, isn't it?"

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There's so much she wants to say, a thousand apologies she still needs to make because everything that happened to their team was on her. Even as she stands there listening to him ramble, close enough to reach out and touch him it's hard to believe he's right there in front of her. She hasn't heard his voice in months, not since she swore off listening to his logs when she realized how easily it led her to a dark place. After losing Epsilon she couldn't do it anymore. It was easier to lock them away along with Church's last message to her. All of her ghosts kept boxed away where she couldn't chase them.

Except now one of them is right there in front of her and something in her twists.

Before York can even finishing asking to kiss her she's beaten him to the punch. One hand comes up to touch his cheek, the fabric of her gloves too thick to let her feel the scar spreading across his skin. It isn't perfect by any measure, not with so much armor between them. But it's a kiss she never thought she'd get again and that makes it worth every single imperfection.

[howkickassiam]

She shocks him when she reaches for him, and when she goes in for the kiss he trails off talking and lets her press in. There's a moment where he thinks he must be hallucinating this entire encounter—it must be wishful thinking—and then he decides that even if it is, he needs to make the most of it. His arms go around her and he lets out a little hum and kisses her enthusiastically in return, letting her guide the pressure and depth of the kiss. He doesn't want to tread on any boundaries she's still clinging to, after all.