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ajremixTitle: Showing Off
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG-13 for adult touching
Word Count: 250
Characters: York, Carolina
Summary: I blame this on reading too much porn featuring a character with a great ass.
It was times like this York bemoaned his wardrobe or at least his pants selection. Oh, they were all comfortable, loose-fitting, the kind of well-worn that came with years of material sliding against body until it was soft to the touch. The problem was that they were all loose-fitting and there was really no excuse York could think of to go around in underarmor sans actual armor. It was why York had taken to raiding Wash's jeans even if they were a little too tight and pinched in uncomfortable places. But they did cling nicely to his ass which- while he'd often been told was a pretty nice one -Carolina seemed particularly fond of. He knew she'd watch it out of the corner of her eye, follow the movement of curves when he tilted his hips or leaned in any way. Sometimes, on nights that ended up being particularly good nights, she'd slide her hands over it, under it, settling her palms just below the curve right where it met the back of his thighs. Sometimes she'd squeeze just to feel him flex but mostly her hands just stayed there as if it was Carolina's favorite place in the world with her resting between his legs and her thumbs would stroke light circles and York's breath would stutter every time her nail caught against seams and fuck, just thinking about it was making him hard.
That was the only thing that made him glad for having loose pants these days.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG-13 for adult touching
Word Count: 250
Characters: York, Carolina
Summary: I blame this on reading too much porn featuring a character with a great ass.
It was times like this York bemoaned his wardrobe or at least his pants selection. Oh, they were all comfortable, loose-fitting, the kind of well-worn that came with years of material sliding against body until it was soft to the touch. The problem was that they were all loose-fitting and there was really no excuse York could think of to go around in underarmor sans actual armor. It was why York had taken to raiding Wash's jeans even if they were a little too tight and pinched in uncomfortable places. But they did cling nicely to his ass which- while he'd often been told was a pretty nice one -Carolina seemed particularly fond of. He knew she'd watch it out of the corner of her eye, follow the movement of curves when he tilted his hips or leaned in any way. Sometimes, on nights that ended up being particularly good nights, she'd slide her hands over it, under it, settling her palms just below the curve right where it met the back of his thighs. Sometimes she'd squeeze just to feel him flex but mostly her hands just stayed there as if it was Carolina's favorite place in the world with her resting between his legs and her thumbs would stroke light circles and York's breath would stutter every time her nail caught against seams and fuck, just thinking about it was making him hard.
That was the only thing that made him glad for having loose pants these days.
