[ 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. ]
[ if she'd asked him that question, he would have been the one to quit, to say mercy, to call uncle and give up and get his pants back off, take her shirt back off and roll around on his bed, even if he knows she would have held the victory over his head, it would have been worth it.
but no, she wants to keep playing so he leans back on one hand, thoughtful. he has to think to something good, something that would make her lose her mind just as she's made him lose his mind. ]
I'm going to go jump in the shower. [ it's dirty, it's low, and it's perfect. ] I dare you not to join me.
[ that, unfortunately, means he has to nudge her off his lap but he's careful about it before getting to his feet and stripping off his shirt. he grabs a towel on the way out the door and then disappears down the hallway to turn the water on.
it doesn't take long for the water to get warm (thanks great water pressure) and then he steps in and waits to see what she'll do. ]
[ she wants to. god, does she want to. the combination of hot water over her skin and his naked body so close to her own is an incredibly tempting combination, but she won't. she can't, because he's dared her not to.
so instead, as soon as the door to his room closes again and the sound of the water splashing against tile begins to echo, caroline tugs off what little clothing she has left and tucks it into the top drawer of his dresser. from within, she pulls out the softest shirt she can find — a soft heather gray usually topped with flannel or a jacket, one that skims down to the tops of her thighs — and splays out on his bed, blanket draped just enough to cover her shoulders (and the change of clothing she's adopted).
when he comes back, well, he'll just have to see the situation he's invited. because he didn't give her any restrictions on what else she couldn't do. ]
[ is he disappointed he didn't see her for his shower? of course. is he surprised? not really. she's competitive and she'd want to win so he chuckles when he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his hips.
he doesn't bother to put anything else on, slipping down the hall and into the room, still speckled with water, hair wet and askew and drops trailing down from his shoulders to his chest and then further down to disappear in the towel.
when he steps inside and closes the door, he finally glimpses her and his eyebrows go up. ]
[ which is true, the temperature is rather chilly when there's no warm body to curl up against (and marcos is almost always the warmer of the two). but there had been a better reason to crawl under the covers, and that had been the simple element of surprise. to keep it, she'll have to keep the covers up, and hope that he's the one to tug them down so he can see just what's underneath. ]
[ he probably should be, by now. caroline doesn't bother to hide the grin that brightens her face at the sight of his de-toweled body. even with boxers, it's still a good look. (honestly, he's just a hot man, and she's a shallow girl.) ]
Why don't you come to bed, and I'll think up a question while you keep me from freezing.
[ really, she's just wasting time. she wants his reaction. ]
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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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but no, she wants to keep playing so he leans back on one hand, thoughtful. he has to think to something good, something that would make her lose her mind just as she's made him lose his mind. ]
I'm going to go jump in the shower. [ it's dirty, it's low, and it's perfect. ] I dare you not to join me.
[ that, unfortunately, means he has to nudge her off his lap but he's careful about it before getting to his feet and stripping off his shirt. he grabs a towel on the way out the door and then disappears down the hallway to turn the water on.
it doesn't take long for the water to get warm (thanks great water pressure) and then he steps in and waits to see what she'll do. ]
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so instead, as soon as the door to his room closes again and the sound of the water splashing against tile begins to echo, caroline tugs off what little clothing she has left and tucks it into the top drawer of his dresser. from within, she pulls out the softest shirt she can find — a soft heather gray usually topped with flannel or a jacket, one that skims down to the tops of her thighs — and splays out on his bed, blanket draped just enough to cover her shoulders (and the change of clothing she's adopted).
when he comes back, well, he'll just have to see the situation he's invited. because he didn't give her any restrictions on what else she couldn't do. ]
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he doesn't bother to put anything else on, slipping down the hall and into the room, still speckled with water, hair wet and askew and drops trailing down from his shoulders to his chest and then further down to disappear in the towel.
when he steps inside and closes the door, he finally glimpses her and his eyebrows go up. ]
You going to sleep?
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[ which is true, the temperature is rather chilly when there's no warm body to curl up against (and marcos is almost always the warmer of the two). but there had been a better reason to crawl under the covers, and that had been the simple element of surprise. to keep it, she'll have to keep the covers up, and hope that he's the one to tug them down so he can see just what's underneath. ]
Come keep me warm?
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[ he's not shy about dropping the towel while he's standing there or moving to his dresser to grab a hair of dark boxers to slide on. ]
I choose truth.
[ it's his turn, after all, and he's going to choose that as he picks up the towel and puts a few things away before crossing to the bed. ]
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[ he probably should be, by now. caroline doesn't bother to hide the grin that brightens her face at the sight of his de-toweled body. even with boxers, it's still a good look. (honestly, he's just a hot man, and she's a shallow girl.) ]
Why don't you come to bed, and I'll think up a question while you keep me from freezing.
[ really, she's just wasting time. she wants his reaction. ]
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