[ she's not entirely sure that she believes him when he says he won't tell anyone. that said, fitz delivers the single-word answer so firmly that she doesn't bother to argue the point. either he will or he won't, and she can't exactly force him to lean one way or the other so long as her chest glows blue when she tries. she could before, but that was in a dream.
a dream where caroline was confident, capable — one where that confidence rolled around each syllable that dripped from her mouth, seductive in a way she's never managed to be in her waking hours. this caroline is softer, sweeter; she's inexperienced in this, still so young in more ways than one.
when she sets her glass down on the table, there's a beat before her head tips, a cautious pause before she inquires: ] So if I say I'm hungry for more than bourbon, Leo...
[ she lets the question trail off, purposefully obscure, as her mouth finds the rim of the class again; silence hangs over the conversation while she sips, slow and steady as her gaze slides up to watch his reaction. ]
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a dream where caroline was confident, capable — one where that confidence rolled around each syllable that dripped from her mouth, seductive in a way she's never managed to be in her waking hours. this caroline is softer, sweeter; she's inexperienced in this, still so young in more ways than one.
when she sets her glass down on the table, there's a beat before her head tips, a cautious pause before she inquires: ] So if I say I'm hungry for more than bourbon, Leo...
[ she lets the question trail off, purposefully obscure, as her mouth finds the rim of the class again; silence hangs over the conversation while she sips, slow and steady as her gaze slides up to watch his reaction. ]