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ajremixTitle: You Snooze, You Lose
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 599
Characters: York, Carolina
In response to: mumblybee
Summary: Sexy shower hijinks ensue.
By the time York finally got around to waking up, Carolina had already showered, dressed and was in the process of drying her hair which had turned a dark copper from the water. There was something unspeakably beautiful about her hair when it was down and York was content to just lay in his rack and admire the heavy sway of it.
"You may as well get out of bed since you're awake."
He would've put on his best pout were it not Carolina's back that was turned toward him. "And miss the view?"
There was a smile in her voice even as she tried to sound stern and Number One-y at him (he knew it wasn't a serious attempt at pulling unofficial rank so York let her, just as Carolina allowed him to be occasionally ridiculously sappy at her). "We've got muster today, remember?"
A quick check of the clock had him reply, "I'm up half an hour before the alarm. I think I've got time."
She reached over to swat at his backside with her brush. "Just get in the shower."
"Fine, fine." York climbed to his feet and stretch languidly (and saw Carolina watching him from the corner of her eye) but when he leaned in for a kiss she pushed a hand in his face and refused until he brushed his teeth. So York pulled his best pout then and settled for kissing her palm instead.
The door to the shower opened and York found himself being engulfed in a wall of steam. He spared the time to wonder how long Carolina had been in the shower because 1) he was pretty sure she normally didn't take long, and 2) damn, that must've been hot. He stepped in, turned on the water-
"HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!"
-and found himself back in the doorway, cold water trailing down his shoulders and wet bangs in his face. Carolina just looked at him with an innocent face which automatically made her guilty as hell. "What's wrong?" She had the gall to ask.
He just stared accusingly. "Did you use up all the hot water?" Which, once he said it, made him realize what he was actually saying. "You did. You used up all the hot water. You pranked me!"
Carolina rolled her eyes but there was a softness to her lips that he knew meant she was trying not to smile. "Honestly, York. Maybe if you were up at a decent time you wouldn't have this problem."
"Oh, you are so guilty. I can see it all over your face." That left him with only one option. Without regard for the water he was tracking, York vaulted over the bed and wrapped his arms around Carolina's waist as she shrieked and laughed and struggled.
"What are you doing? You're getting water everywhere!" Once she realized he was dragging her back to the shower, she started struggling more (though without actually attempting to get away). "Ack- no! York, don't you dare!"
"Daring is what I do." Bodily elbowing his way into the stall, York pushed Carolina into the corner under the showerhead, trapping her there with his own body and grinned victoriously at her. "As punishment for using all the hot water, you get to keep me warm in the shower."
Her eyes danced and her smile was shining and filled with a lightness no one other than York got to see. "You're a dead man," Carolina told him, even as her hands ran over his hips and up his back.
York just grinned and turned the water on.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 599
Characters: York, Carolina
In response to: mumblybee
Summary: Sexy shower hijinks ensue.
By the time York finally got around to waking up, Carolina had already showered, dressed and was in the process of drying her hair which had turned a dark copper from the water. There was something unspeakably beautiful about her hair when it was down and York was content to just lay in his rack and admire the heavy sway of it.
"You may as well get out of bed since you're awake."
He would've put on his best pout were it not Carolina's back that was turned toward him. "And miss the view?"
There was a smile in her voice even as she tried to sound stern and Number One-y at him (he knew it wasn't a serious attempt at pulling unofficial rank so York let her, just as Carolina allowed him to be occasionally ridiculously sappy at her). "We've got muster today, remember?"
A quick check of the clock had him reply, "I'm up half an hour before the alarm. I think I've got time."
She reached over to swat at his backside with her brush. "Just get in the shower."
"Fine, fine." York climbed to his feet and stretch languidly (and saw Carolina watching him from the corner of her eye) but when he leaned in for a kiss she pushed a hand in his face and refused until he brushed his teeth. So York pulled his best pout then and settled for kissing her palm instead.
The door to the shower opened and York found himself being engulfed in a wall of steam. He spared the time to wonder how long Carolina had been in the shower because 1) he was pretty sure she normally didn't take long, and 2) damn, that must've been hot. He stepped in, turned on the water-
"HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!"
-and found himself back in the doorway, cold water trailing down his shoulders and wet bangs in his face. Carolina just looked at him with an innocent face which automatically made her guilty as hell. "What's wrong?" She had the gall to ask.
He just stared accusingly. "Did you use up all the hot water?" Which, once he said it, made him realize what he was actually saying. "You did. You used up all the hot water. You pranked me!"
Carolina rolled her eyes but there was a softness to her lips that he knew meant she was trying not to smile. "Honestly, York. Maybe if you were up at a decent time you wouldn't have this problem."
"Oh, you are so guilty. I can see it all over your face." That left him with only one option. Without regard for the water he was tracking, York vaulted over the bed and wrapped his arms around Carolina's waist as she shrieked and laughed and struggled.
"What are you doing? You're getting water everywhere!" Once she realized he was dragging her back to the shower, she started struggling more (though without actually attempting to get away). "Ack- no! York, don't you dare!"
"Daring is what I do." Bodily elbowing his way into the stall, York pushed Carolina into the corner under the showerhead, trapping her there with his own body and grinned victoriously at her. "As punishment for using all the hot water, you get to keep me warm in the shower."
Her eyes danced and her smile was shining and filled with a lightness no one other than York got to see. "You're a dead man," Carolina told him, even as her hands ran over his hips and up his back.
York just grinned and turned the water on.
