[ maybe she will. if the timing is right. if he ever runs away from her to go be some dumb hero, she will smooch him and then demand he come back. #romance.
as for truth... well, it's tempting to ask something similar (am i the best kiss you've ever had?) but caroline opts instead for something a little more serious, a little more along the lines of the questions she'd asked him the last time they played a game like this. ]
What question do you most not want to answer tonight?
[ he has to think about that one. there are a few topics of conversation that could potentially turn volatile or at least uncomfortable, lorna being at the top of the list. but, there's also the manner of his past, where he learned to torture men and turn off his emotions and what had happened to bring him there. ]
I want you to feel like you can ask me anything but I might have trouble answering things about my family. My parents, specifically. It's just...tends to put me in a bad mood and I'd rather not be that when you're here. You deserve better than that.
[ that leaves him open to questions about his exes, about his past but he thinks staying away from questions where he'd have to think about his father and how he'd turned his back on marcos, looked at him like he was nothing more than common garbage and be upset about it. ]
I won't ask about them. [ she can respect him asking her (or in this case, answering her question with a request) not to. she wants to know — but she also recognizes that the same questions will be tough for her to answer, too. so it's fair. ] You can tell me when you're ready.
[ and in the meantime, she'd think of something else to ask when it was her turn. ]
You can choose. Ask me a question or give me a dare.
I can choose? I don't think that's how the game works but fine. I'll let you have it this time. Next time, you have to pick one. I'm not doing all the work here.
[ he falls quiet, trying to think of something to either ask her or a good dare. ]
I dare you to flash me.
[ he tries to keep a straight face but can't quite manage it. ]
[ he gets an eye roll and a laugh for his ridiculous dare, but caroline obliges all the same: her hands curl under the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and dropping it in his lap to leave her in just her sapphire blue bra. that, unlike her shirt, actually requires a little extra handiwork to unsnap — but she's not a quitter, so it does come off, tossed to the floor for the foreseeable future. ]
Are we playing strip truth or dare or do I get my shirt back?
[ wait, she'd asked him a question. he's not shy about his staring. she has to know by now what he thinks of her physically because he hasn't been shy about showing his appreciation but still.
he bites his lower lip and then snickers. ]
I think you're either going to have to put yours back on or wear one of mine if you want me to be able to concentrate at all for this game.
[ he's such a boy! of course he'd ask her to take her shirt off and then gape at her like he'd never seen her boobs before. honestly, what did she expect?
luckily, she takes it in good spirits, leaning forward just to give him a better view before reaching out to pull her shirt out of his lap and tugging it on over her head. (and, luckily for him, without the bra he still gets pretty decent enjoyment out of the view that remains.) ]
Tell me what you thought about doing when I took my shirt off.
Uh uh. I choose dare. You don't get the answer to that question unless I choose truth and you ask me again or the game ends and you ask me then.
[ but yes, of course he'd stared at her boobs no matter how many times he'd seen them before. he doesn't care how much of a boy that makes him. he's almost sad when she puts her shirt back on but at least she leaves the bra off. ]
[ and then, as clarification, and with a slight sheepishness, caroline adds on. ]
Not... right now, or anything. Just, eventually. Someday. [ she's not a complete crazy person. ] I mean, I started planning my dream wedding when I was eight in a scrapbook my grandma got me. It's gotta happen someday.
[ it's not an answer that he expects but, after he gets over his momentary surprises, he quietly laughs and brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek.
it wasn't what he expected but it's a completely valid answer. ]
That's the most wholesome answer. [ there's no judgment in his tone. fondness, though, is very definitely there. ] It'll happen.
[ lots of people will be stupid enough not to love her, and one person will even be reckless enough to marry her and then die. but she doesn't know that yet. all she knows is the exquisite ache of wanting desperately to be somebody's, anybody's, first choice. ]
If you could go back and turn off your powers, would you?
No, I don't think so. It led to some not so good things but it also...
[ he pauses, falling into an abrupt silence. if he hadn't had his powers, he would have been able to stay with his parents, have a decent childhood, know his parents love, not suffer for years on the street.
but he wouldn't have met john. he wouldn't have met lorna and he wouldn't have a daughter. he wouldn't have a purpose. ]
But, it led me to things that I think I was born to do and they let me help people that couldn't help themselves. No, I wouldn't turn them off.
[ she used to think that being a vampire meant a life of suffering, a life of loss and pain and self-loathing. but she's slowly starting to learn that she can still be herself — she can still be loved and love in return — even with the fangs that linger under the surface. it's not black and white. it doesn't have to be. ]
You can dare me. [ to lighten the mood, maybe. ] If you want to.
[ oh ho ho! a clever dare, and one that makes her think for a moment. she's kissed him a lot of places — and not kissed him in some very obvious ones that she doesn't particularly want to cross right now — so she has to actually consider how she wants to meet this bet. ]
That is a good one.
[ even though she doesn't particularly want to pull away from his hands playing so soft against her hair, the dare does require it. it also requires sliding off of the bed to kneel against the side of it, tugging on his legs and ankles until his legs are dangling off the side as well.
it only takes a moment of familiar work for slim fingers to undo the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them and the soft cotton underneath down until the waistbands are tucked under his knees.
it might look like she's about to imitate monica lewinsky in the oval office, and the wink she gives him as she peers back up might even second that notion... but she's a tease, and this is a game, so her mouth instead skims to his inner thigh, nipping a bit at the sensitive skin there before she leaves a soft, gentle kiss along the red mark left behind.
and then, like nothing happened at all, caroline sits back onto her heels, smug as the cheshire cat. ]
[ honestly, he'd been expecting her to kiss the tip of his thumb or maybe the side of his nose. he'd been expecting her to do something ridiculous but when she started to pull at his legs and then tug his pants down, he starts to tell her he hadn't meant this, that she didn't have to do this sort of kiss.
but, something stops him. maybe it's the sudden pounding of his heart or the sweat that dots his brow or how his breathing suddenly increases. he holds his breath and then...she kisses his thigh and he knows that he's been played.
she's kneeling on the floor in front of him, his pants are around his knees and he can't do anything but stare and then laugh breathlessly. ]
Dare.
[ his voice is husky, tinged with aborted arousal and that's all her fault. ]
[ she's not laughing, but there's a brightness in her eyes that betrays how much she wants to. she played him, and he knows it; she knows, too, that she's going to get it back from him just as good as she gave. and she wants to. that's the whole point of this game. ]
I dare you... hm. Can you survive me sitting in your lap for a minute without touching back?
[ is this how she kills him? by sexual frustration? ]
[ before that last little trick, he would have said yes, no problem. but now? well, he's not really sure. he buys himself some time by standing up so he can hitch his shorts and pants back up, zipping and buckling himself back into his jeans before sitting down. ]
I think I can.
[ while he waits for her to stand up and sit on his lap, his mind turns over the possibilities of just how he could get her back for just how well she'd worked him over by barely touching him. ]
[ the plan of attack is simple: she straddles his lap, because it's the easiest way to ensure that as much of her body as possible presses against him, and her fingertips slide into his hair, because that's the easiest way to coax soft shivers from him before her mouth even gets involved.
which, for the record, it will. just because he can't touch doesn't mean she won't. her mouth has plenty to do, peppering soft-as-air kisses all over: the line of his jaw, the arc of his cheekbones, the column of his throat, the shell of his ear. her teeth drag too, just enough that he can feel the ghost of her breath afterwards, over all those spots.
a minute isn't too long, but sixty seconds do carry on quite a while when weight is heavy in his lap, and she's counting on him starting to squirm and groan long before the minute is up. ]
[ god, he's really glad he did decide to pull his pants back up before he'd said she could sit on his lap without touching. and, at first, he manages. it's tempting to grab her hips and pull her down against him but he grabs fistfuls of sheet to stop himself.
but then her hands end up in his hair and her mouth ends up on his face and he makes a sound that's halfway between a moan and a curse. he grabs at more and more of the sheets, curling them tightly in between his fingers to stop himself from touching.
but, god he wants to touch and he can't stop himself from shifting a bit. it's not touching because they were already touching there so he hasn't failed. ]
[ she should have asked him "do you want to keep playing". that would have been the smart move, because if she knew him at all, marcos would absolutely opt to skip the game in favor of swapping his handgrip from the sheets to the smooth skin over her hips. if they stopped playing, she could kiss him the way she wants to, and let him touch her the way he wants to.
but no, she hadn't said that, so now she's given the torturous choice of inviting payback or bowing out. but caroline's not a quitter... so there's really only one choice. ]
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[ maybe she will. if the timing is right. if he ever runs away from her to go be some dumb hero, she will smooch him and then demand he come back. #romance.
as for truth... well, it's tempting to ask something similar (am i the best kiss you've ever had?) but caroline opts instead for something a little more serious, a little more along the lines of the questions she'd asked him the last time they played a game like this. ]
What question do you most not want to answer tonight?
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[ he has to think about that one. there are a few topics of conversation that could potentially turn volatile or at least uncomfortable, lorna being at the top of the list. but, there's also the manner of his past, where he learned to torture men and turn off his emotions and what had happened to bring him there. ]
I want you to feel like you can ask me anything but I might have trouble answering things about my family. My parents, specifically. It's just...tends to put me in a bad mood and I'd rather not be that when you're here. You deserve better than that.
[ that leaves him open to questions about his exes, about his past but he thinks staying away from questions where he'd have to think about his father and how he'd turned his back on marcos, looked at him like he was nothing more than common garbage and be upset about it. ]
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[ and in the meantime, she'd think of something else to ask when it was her turn. ]
You can choose. Ask me a question or give me a dare.
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[ he falls quiet, trying to think of something to either ask her or a good dare. ]
I dare you to flash me.
[ he tries to keep a straight face but can't quite manage it. ]
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[ he gets an eye roll and a laugh for his ridiculous dare, but caroline obliges all the same: her hands curl under the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and dropping it in his lap to leave her in just her sapphire blue bra. that, unlike her shirt, actually requires a little extra handiwork to unsnap — but she's not a quitter, so it does come off, tossed to the floor for the foreseeable future. ]
Are we playing strip truth or dare or do I get my shirt back?
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[ wait, she'd asked him a question. he's not shy about his staring. she has to know by now what he thinks of her physically because he hasn't been shy about showing his appreciation but still.
he bites his lower lip and then snickers. ]
I think you're either going to have to put yours back on or wear one of mine if you want me to be able to concentrate at all for this game.
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luckily, she takes it in good spirits, leaning forward just to give him a better view before reaching out to pull her shirt out of his lap and tugging it on over her head. (and, luckily for him, without the bra he still gets pretty decent enjoyment out of the view that remains.) ]
Tell me what you thought about doing when I took my shirt off.
[ she saw the way you bit your lip, mister. ]
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[ but yes, of course he'd stared at her boobs no matter how many times he'd seen them before. he doesn't care how much of a boy that makes him. he's almost sad when she puts her shirt back on but at least she leaves the bra off. ]
Dare me.
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Fine. I dare you to tell me what you thought about doing when I took my shirt off.
[ that's what you get. ]
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[ he sighs, shaking his head and laughing. but, if she wanted to waste a dare on that, he'd gladly tell her. ]
I wanted to put my mouth on you. Specifically on your breasts because I was suddenly looking at them.
[ dare completed. ]
Truth or dare? [ and he moves right on by that, trying not to smirk. ]
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You could have. I wouldn't have stopped you. [ but he didn't! so he'll have to make up for it next time the opportunity arises. ] Truth this time.
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[ maybe later, he'll put his mouth on her when they're settling down for the night. ]
You have something you want to do with a partner that you haven't done before?
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[ and then, as clarification, and with a slight sheepishness, caroline adds on. ]
Not... right now, or anything. Just, eventually. Someday. [ she's not a complete crazy person. ] I mean, I started planning my dream wedding when I was eight in a scrapbook my grandma got me. It's gotta happen someday.
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it wasn't what he expected but it's a completely valid answer. ]
That's the most wholesome answer. [ there's no judgment in his tone. fondness, though, is very definitely there. ] It'll happen.
[ someone would be stupid not to marry her. ]
Truth for me.
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If you could go back and turn off your powers, would you?
[ not the blue light special. ]
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[ he pauses, falling into an abrupt silence. if he hadn't had his powers, he would have been able to stay with his parents, have a decent childhood, know his parents love, not suffer for years on the street.
but he wouldn't have met john. he wouldn't have met lorna and he wouldn't have a daughter. he wouldn't have a purpose. ]
But, it led me to things that I think I was born to do and they let me help people that couldn't help themselves. No, I wouldn't turn them off.
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[ she used to think that being a vampire meant a life of suffering, a life of loss and pain and self-loathing. but she's slowly starting to learn that she can still be herself — she can still be loved and love in return — even with the fangs that linger under the surface. it's not black and white. it doesn't have to be. ]
You can dare me. [ to lighten the mood, maybe. ] If you want to.
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[ he lets his finger play at her hairline, sliding through her hair and then tracing down to the shell of her ear. ]
I dare you to kiss me in a spot you haven't kissed me before.
[ get to it, caroline. ]
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That is a good one.
[ even though she doesn't particularly want to pull away from his hands playing so soft against her hair, the dare does require it. it also requires sliding off of the bed to kneel against the side of it, tugging on his legs and ankles until his legs are dangling off the side as well.
it only takes a moment of familiar work for slim fingers to undo the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them and the soft cotton underneath down until the waistbands are tucked under his knees.
it might look like she's about to imitate monica lewinsky in the oval office, and the wink she gives him as she peers back up might even second that notion... but she's a tease, and this is a game, so her mouth instead skims to his inner thigh, nipping a bit at the sensitive skin there before she leaves a soft, gentle kiss along the red mark left behind.
and then, like nothing happened at all, caroline sits back onto her heels, smug as the cheshire cat. ]
So, will it be truth or dare, Marcos?
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but, something stops him. maybe it's the sudden pounding of his heart or the sweat that dots his brow or how his breathing suddenly increases. he holds his breath and then...she kisses his thigh and he knows that he's been played.
she's kneeling on the floor in front of him, his pants are around his knees and he can't do anything but stare and then laugh breathlessly. ]
Dare.
[ his voice is husky, tinged with aborted arousal and that's all her fault. ]
Do I get to pull my pants back up?
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[ she's not laughing, but there's a brightness in her eyes that betrays how much she wants to. she played him, and he knows it; she knows, too, that she's going to get it back from him just as good as she gave. and she wants to. that's the whole point of this game. ]
I dare you... hm. Can you survive me sitting in your lap for a minute without touching back?
[ is this how she kills him? by sexual frustration? ]
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[ before that last little trick, he would have said yes, no problem. but now? well, he's not really sure. he buys himself some time by standing up so he can hitch his shorts and pants back up, zipping and buckling himself back into his jeans before sitting down. ]
I think I can.
[ while he waits for her to stand up and sit on his lap, his mind turns over the possibilities of just how he could get her back for just how well she'd worked him over by barely touching him. ]
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which, for the record, it will. just because he can't touch doesn't mean she won't. her mouth has plenty to do, peppering soft-as-air kisses all over: the line of his jaw, the arc of his cheekbones, the column of his throat, the shell of his ear. her teeth drag too, just enough that he can feel the ghost of her breath afterwards, over all those spots.
a minute isn't too long, but sixty seconds do carry on quite a while when weight is heavy in his lap, and she's counting on him starting to squirm and groan long before the minute is up. ]
Your turn.
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but then her hands end up in his hair and her mouth ends up on his face and he makes a sound that's halfway between a moan and a curse. he grabs at more and more of the sheets, curling them tightly in between his fingers to stop himself from touching.
but, god he wants to touch and he can't stop himself from shifting a bit. it's not touching because they were already touching there so he hasn't failed. ]
Truth or dare?
[ will it be payback time or not? ]
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but no, she hadn't said that, so now she's given the torturous choice of inviting payback or bowing out. but caroline's not a quitter... so there's really only one choice. ]
Dare me, sweetheart.
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