not like he was going to go anywhere. After all, he just got here.
Where is your mind, Carolina? Even though she was stiff at first— well,
so was he. It took a few moments for him to adjust his body into a more
comfortable standing-leaning position as if he was going to dip her.
when you’re upset, all you need is York. He is your Fix-It Felix. That
was the worst joke ever written. The kiss wouldn’t get any more
delicate— oh no, he stayed with that rough kiss and even moved to bite at her bottom lip as an added measure.
For once, she’ll follow his lead. Oh, but when he went for her lip, she pushed back, even when he shifted as though to dip her to the side. Let him take control, sure, but that hardly meant she’d go limp. No, she’d open her lips just slightly as he went to bite at the lower one, one leg raising just a bit to brush against his, pushing forward just a bit, just a slight bit of resistance - a quiet challenge.
No matter how you put it, he was absolutely in control - and she loved it. Loved it enough to put forward that quiet challenge, that silent dare… If she weren’t mid-kiss she’d be smirking something fierce.