twelve_not_fourteen | Walking the earth with eyes turned skywards ...

Carol was expecting to go heated and quick, and while the kiss with Han is heated, there's no rush to it. So Carol shifts herself into slow goodness and sinks into his gravity. Not even a superpowered Human/Kree hybrid stands a chance.

The height difference between them is negligible as she comes in around 5'11", but the solidity of him makes her almost feel slight in comparison. Carol is all lean muscle, a product of her enhanced metabolism, military background, and constant heroics.

She's used to people of Han's solidity, but not in this contentment to be close. So Carol finds herself pressing closer and sliding an arm around his waist so her hand can explore up his back.

With her taking the opportunity to walk her hands along his back, it seems only fair that he should be able to set down his drink and his glass to touch her too.

And while a super-metabolism might have given her abs that show more than his do, it doesn't take the curve out of feminine hips. That's where Han's hands are initially drawn to. Breathing into the kiss he closes his eyes and takes his time to appreciate the all the sensation.

Despite a concentrated effort to suggest otherwise, it's been a while since Captain Solo has kissed anybody like this.

It's probably been even longer since Carol has kissed someone like this, but that is probably evident to Han based on the way she started the kiss. But gods, it's a damn good kiss. It's so focused and heavy that everything Carol has been concerned about over the past three days has been wrapped up in a box and tossed out of her mind. The only interesting thing right now is this kiss and where his hands are on her.

Her other hand starts a slow exploration of his back and she actually lets out the smallest of sighs as she shifts to do so.

Eh. He's also willing to believe she was just that excited to kiss him. He can be a bit conceited sometimes, but he manages to still be charming about it. It's his superpower.

He does give her lips a little bit of a break after he's taken his sweet time. They have to breathe. Just because he's not still in mid-kiss anymore doesn't mean he's pulled away, however. His face is still in close proximity with hers and it's very easy for him to lean in and graze his cheek against hers.

The hands, even in a relatively chaste position on her lips, have a way of feeling possessive. They are awfully course - perhaps even rough enough to feel abrasive against her clothes - and large.

Even if they aren't kissing he's very much succeeding at keeping it intimate. The break may have been for breathing but that's almost a challenge with his cheek against hers and his hands on her hips.

And the hands? Perfect. Carol always preferred a man who made and fought and did and those things were always reflected in the hands. And with the size she's already wondering how they're going to feel when tracing over other parts of her body.

Speaking of hands, hers move from his back to his arms, slowly moving toward his shoulders. "Much better than the engines. I can promise that."

"That's quite a promise from one gearhead to another. Though, I'll bet you can deliver on that."

His voice is softer than usual because they're so close, but it's more than just a volume thing. Some of the need to act a certain way in the cantina feels unnecessary now that they're alone. That and the fact that she's giving all the indications that she's into him - it makes feel like he doesn't have to keep his guard up so high.

The arms are covered by the sleeves of his blue cargo jacket and if she was expecting to feel arms like Thor's through them, she'll no doubt be disappointed. There's a bit of muscle, maybe a tad more than you'd expect from the average spacer, but nothing remarkable.

Her hands drifting upward the way they are make them closer, though. That he likes. His hands sink lower, more around her back, and do their own part in bringing them closer together.

"The cabins?"

Yeah, it's a very safe bet that she's into him - has been, since the cantina. But the Han that's slowly being revealed in her ship? She's into him even more.

She's also not expecting a Thor or a Steve under those clothes, which is more than fine. That definitely was not a deal breaker, especially since he was still so ruggedly handsome.

The hands pulling her closer to him help her nearly miss the question. "Oh, yeah." Though it's hard to convince her body to step away from him right now. But after a gentle squeeze of his arms, she does.

Carol takes a step towards the door then stops to circle back and pick up her glass. "Thankfully they're pretty close."

It would be surprising that the guy - who seems so unphased by anything and everything - actually does care an awful lot about other people and what they think.

The separation from him holds a tad of reluctance as well. The living spaces are far better suited to what he has in mind for the evening than the cockpit, however. He suspects that the other Captain thinks so too. Considering that she is agreeing to lead him that way ...

"Thankfully." He agrees, reaching for the bottle and downing the rest of his shallowly poured drink in one swig. "Got a private room for yourself or do you have communal space?"

"Private room," she replies before taking another drink from her half-full glass. Not that it really mattered when they were the only two on the ship, but Carol kind of felt like bragging a little about it.

Unsure if she should like, take his hand or something, she just starts out the room and heads down the hallway to the quarters. There is a communal space as well for when she has passengers or crew, but they skate by them for her private room.

It's not much to look at - just a queen bed, desk, closet and storage space, and armchair - but it will certainly do for the occasion.

It didn't, but he was curious about it all the same. He's assembling all the details that he can of her and the ship - in the hope that he can get some kind of idea of what her life is like. Something he normally feels like he's pretty good at, but Carol is a bit harder than most to figure.

"Shared living space on mine." He murmurs, making a slight nod of approval. "Seems like having a little place to yourself would be nice."

So, despite the fact that her room is a bit no-frills, the fact that she has one is enough to impress Han. The benefits of having a Wookiee best friend far outweighed the drawbacks, but sharing a living space with one is ... occasionally challenging. He sets his empty glass and the bottle on the desk to free up his hands for something more stimulating.

Good luck figuring out her life, Han, because honestly sometimes she can't even figure it out.

"It is nice. Especially when I have passengers." Not only because she can a place away for herself, but because sometimes she intimidated people and it was good for them to have a break from her.

She took another sip from her glass before setting it down on the desk as well. Then Carol steps back up to Han and sets her hands on his arms again. "I think we were about here?"

"Not quite."

In nice and close, her hands on his arms was how she was positioned - that much is true. He hasn't gotten himself into the position that he was in, though, which makes a difference. Han's hands settle into the small of her back. This makes the two bodies graze against each other in appealing ways.

"This is how I remember it."

"My mistake," she murmurs as their bodies press up against each other back into the position they were on the bridge. "This is definitely how it was."

Carol decided not to visit the cantina in her full uniform, so she had opted for some more standard civilian clothing. They're both wearing jackets, but before her hands get too distracted, Carol decides to shrug hers off and toss it in the general direction of the desk chair. This leaves her t-shirt, jeans, and boots.

"I knew I could help jog your memory."

He lets go just enough for her to shrug out of her jacket with some difficulty. You can't blame him, really. He went through all that trouble to remind her of the way that they were holding each other and almost instantly she finds a reason to squirm away.

He'd have half of a mind to hold it against her ... if it was for any reason other than to lose a layer of clothing. He takes it upon himself to further remind her how nice it is to kiss him.

Yeah, it may not have been the best thing to do immediately after he had his arms around her again, but Carol's not thinking entirely logical right now. It just felt time for the jacket to get out of the way.

So thank goodness for him reminding her of the kissing. Her arms gently slide around his shoulders mostly as a reminder to herself not to do anything silly like step away from him. While her hands are up there one of them takes the opportunity to carefully move through the hair near the top of his neck.

It feels like it would be very easy to get used to the slow, weighty kisses of Han Solo.

People seem to have this impression that Han Solo wants to run and gun his way through everything. It's mostly true when you get him behind the controls of a vehicle. Sometimes true when you can observe him in person. The thing of it is, he rushes through a lot of things so that he can take his time with others.

Behind closed doors with another good-looking pilot is something he doesn't want to rush.

The hands in the hair is among the ultimate expressions of trust that Han can give to someone. It's not something he lets people just do ... but for some reason, he's alright with Carol doing it. (In the same way, perhaps, that she doesn't really let people use endearments apart from Han.) It's taken as an invitation to further explore. You touch me and I touch you back.

He lets his hands drop lower still. To the point where you couldn't really say they were on her 'back' anymore and he traces over curves that he was simply admiring before.

Carol, however, rushes through everything. Everything. It's rare for her to slow down and really indulge herself because it seems like there's always something to do or explore or fight. But since Han doesn't seem to be in any rush, well, perhaps she can make an exception for the night. (And yes, very similar to how she shuts down nearly everyone who tries to use endearments with her. But him...well, it's hard to protest against him.)

He definitely won't hear any protesting as his hands slide further down her backside. Carol's actually pretty sure he could touch any part of her right now and she wouldn't protest. She hums in agreement of the placement and hopefully he can read the encouragement in that noise as well.

So she's kinda into him and he is kinda into her.

The casual exploration of each other is going well. There's no reason that he can figure that he shouldn't be appreciating the chemistry between them, which is becoming more and more and apparent by the moment. For Han, he's beginning to deal with some of the physical cues of attraction - pulse hastening, the feeling of warmth ebbing over him and something besides an elaborate holster that Carol might feel while they continue to press together.

At some point, Captain Solo feels stifled by his jacket and he backs off enough to shrug out of it.

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Yeah, that seems to be a safe bet.

Carol notices the something besides the elaborate holster and it helps coax more warmth into her body. She already runs a few degrees warmer than normal humans but it's kicking up a couple more as her body reacts to his touch. If she was thinking a little clearer she'd kick down the temperature of the room a few degrees for him, but she's definitely not. Later.

It's her turn to have a moment of frustration that they're broken apart but she forgives it as soon as she realizes that the jacket is coming off. Once it's gone her hands are at his sides to explore what had just moments ago been covered by the garment.

The removal of the jacket reveals mostly what she'd expect. A nice frame, with broad shoulders and the kind of muscle that the average guy gets from being physical without trying to bodybuild. Attractive, but not quite the physical specimen any of her hero friends are (or she is for that matter).

He is handsome, though. Magnetic when he wants to be. Hazel eyes that you could get trapped in. There are things going for him.

It does feel warm in here to him. It doesn't register as something unusual just yet ... they've been drinking. They're into each other. Everything feels a bit flushed. It makes sense that he'd be warm, but ultimately, he finds himself tugging off the white shirt fairly quickly.

The reveal of his chest and muscles is not even close to disappointing. Carol knows that not everyone can take off their shirt and look like Thor. His features - the eyes, the shoulders, the grin when she catches - it all adds up to someone she's damn attracted to.

Perhaps she should be pulling off her own t-shirt to match his state of undress, but she's swept up in his gaze again and moving in for another kiss as her hands trace over all the new skin available to them. He's going to have to lend a hand if he wants more of her clothes off.

He's not the type to really rush through something like this. Nor is he the type to discourage someone who is in the middle of appreciating him to stop. And he's virtually forgotten things like superpowers and alien DNA because for the most part? This is all playing out very normally.

So she gets some time to put her hands all over Han Solo. Some. Pilots know there is a balance between enjoying the ride and making sure you do end up getting to your destination.

Eventually, Han starts prompting with those rough hands of his, sliding leisurely under the hem of her shirt and easing the hem up a couple of inches that she ought to join him in being topless.

Thank goodness for his pilot senses kicking in. It's not until his hands are brushing against her skin that she realizes that she's been so focused in appreciating him. Carol steps back just a little to pull off her shirt. And while she's at it she reaches down to pull off her boots. She figures that both pairs of pants are going to follow soon so she rather not deal with all of those things together.

But then her hands are back on him and brushing just under the waistband of his pants.

You can't subtly or coyly slip your hands into Han's pants. You have to deal with his very distinctive holster that will surely be in the way and a regular belt around the waist. That's not to say you can't get in there if you're determined to, but you'll never be able to do it without gaining his attention.

His eyes are instantly drawn to her hands. Everything was feeling a little bunched down there to begin with and all the more so with a hand slipping in to search around. He's wearing briefs that are a lightweight material. Hard to get the sense of what he's packing, but it's filling up the limited space.

Han swallows and exhales a breath he didn't notice he was holding.

"The holster comes off like this." He murmurs, beginning with a strap at mid-thigh and working his way up to the buckle in the middle.

If she only knew how much trust he had to have in someone to show them that ... how exposed he feels when it comes off ... it surprises him that he's showing her.

Carol isn't good at being coy or subtle even when there's a belt and a holster so it was inevitable that he'd notice. Which, hey, isn't the goal for them to get out of their pants?

She watches as he undoes his holster. The importance of it isn't totally realized, but she does recall times before her powers when she was terrified to be separated from her side arm. They're still mostly strangers and she is touched that he trusts her that much.

"That's a nice holster," she comments. "I like the strap on the thigh." Might be weird foreplay talk for some, but it feels natural to her. "You can put it on the desk. Or I can." She wanted to respect how much the thing meant to him, so if he didn't want her to handle it, she wouldn't be slighted.

With the time apart and Han's pants on the way to leaving, Carol's mind finally goes to what she's wearing. He's already seen the plain gray bra she's wearing but she's relieved that she's got on a matching pair of briefs. Quite honestly she didn't expect to pick up anyone at the cantina and it's a small miracle that they're matching.

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Fighting spaceships with your bare hands probably burns a lot of calories ...

Eh, you know, just a couple...

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Maybe retcons what she's wearing? I couldn't recall if it was established...

I was wondering. I dont think we touched on it. Han is in ESB wardrobe, fyi.

Excellent.

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