[ damn fucking right she wins. she gets him into bed, she gets to feel his body react to hers, she gets to see the way his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sight of her in his shirt — and, perhaps most satisfying, she gets the eager, desperate touch he's held off so far tonight, his mouth crashing against hers as his hands clutch at skin and shirt and everything between.
between kisses, between gasps of breath, between legs slotting against each other, caroline doesn't resist the moan that slips from her lips. she can't, and she doesn't want to. she wants him to know just how much she wanted him to find her, how much she wanted him to react, how much she wants him just like this.
she could tell him, she knows. she could confess all the thoughts that flit through her head, the way her stomach twists, the way her heart seems to seize in her chest when he smiles at her — but it's not the right time. never seems to be. so she'll hold it until it is, and take this in the meantime. if she can't have all of him (if she can't have the parts she doesn't dare to ask for yet), she can have this a hundred times over. ]
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between kisses, between gasps of breath, between legs slotting against each other, caroline doesn't resist the moan that slips from her lips. she can't, and she doesn't want to. she wants him to know just how much she wanted him to find her, how much she wanted him to react, how much she wants him just like this.
she could tell him, she knows. she could confess all the thoughts that flit through her head, the way her stomach twists, the way her heart seems to seize in her chest when he smiles at her — but it's not the right time. never seems to be. so she'll hold it until it is, and take this in the meantime. if she can't have all of him (if she can't have the parts she doesn't dare to ask for yet), she can have this a hundred times over. ]