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

It is hard for women to stay mad at him. It was easier for women when he was a couple of years younger and he didn't realize how much he could get away with. And he's generally the kind of guy that would rather apologize than ask for permission.

"You know what they say about going to bed angry." He says with that faint smile on his lips, while he begins to close the gap of space that was still between them.

All that time with her on his shoulder and then having to be sorry has really made him miss the warmth of her kiss. His eyes are a touch hopeful that she isn't so bothered by him that she'll reject him now.

The move was a little dumb, but not so dumb that she's going to reject him and kick him out of bed. Especially not since he's closing the distance between them and his eyes are doing that thing where she doesn't want to look away.

"Good thing I'm not planning on sleeping just yet," she replies just before meeting his lips with her own. Carol pulls him the rest of the way down - she can more than take the weight - and then hooks a leg around one of his own. That should clear up any confusion that she may not want to continue.

She takes his weight well. There was not a doubt in his mind that she would.

Horizontal laying against each other doesn't really teach Han anything new about the two of them as a pair. They feel nice against each other when they were holding each other and they feel good together now. Only this pose makes it virtually impossible to ignore all the blood rushing to his groin and it's hard for him to take it slow.

She doesn't miss a beat and he's smiling at her quip through an exchange of their lips. In the off chance that she was wondering if he had cooled off, the fact that he's trying to ease off her bra out to clue her in.

Carol's really not taking much notice of how their bodies are working together past the fact that he is pressing against her and it makes her want to go faster, too.

Once she realizes that he's going for her bra, she shifts her torso and arms to help out. They're on the bed, they're nearly naked, there's no reason to slow down now.

They should be naked by now. There's been a lot flirting, kissing and posturing, but what is the point of holding off anymore? This scoundrel can't think of anything.

As Carol finishes the wiggling to get out of her bra, he decides to use the little bit of seperation they already have to push his briefs off. Funny how such a small piece of clothing can seem stifling in times like ... well, this one. He's got a good size - maybe on the large side, if she cares to steal a glance, though she's not gonna get a great look with them practically on top of each other.

Oh, she takes a look. It's definitely not great with the position they're in, but she's definitely not going to not look. Hopefully she'll get a chance to admire him fully later.

As soon as the bra is gone she immediately reaches down to pull off her underwear as well. She doesn't want to wait any longer and based on the speed of his underwear removal he doesn't want to either. This is why as soon as they're completely naked she's kissing him again and gently rocking her hips up against his. Mmm, yeah, based on the size she's feeling she definitely has to get a look later.

Can't blame her for looking. He ends up glancing at himself too, not really knowing the reason why, because it's going to look the way that it always does. Then he finds himself glancing up quick enough to check on her reaction.

It kind of feels to him like waiting to pass an inspection to Han. He seems to have gotten clearance by the eager return to his kiss and the suggestive nudging of her hips. He's chasing that warmth of hers and in this moment, it almost feels like she's daring him to keep up - either consciously or unconsciously.

He answers the coaxing by leaning in close. Lining up his hips with hers. Wordlessly teasing his length between her legs.

It's definitely unconscious because Carol's mind is singularly focused on go, go, go... There's no barriers, he feels damn good on top of her, and it's not a matter of rushing but if they stand still any longer she may just burst of need.

Which is why she lets out quite the gasp when he teases her. Sure she had been expecting something for the last minute or so but actually finally feeling him after all the touching and flirting, well, he's on track to get a passing grade in the inspection.

"So how much of a tease are you?"

As the pentrator in this situation, there's a certain way that he tends to do things - particularly with a partner he doesn't really know - to make sure the other party remains copacetic. There tends to be some alcohol to make everyone's inhibitions nice and loose. Then he tends to take his time with everything. Not everyone can just push Han off of them as easy as Captain Marvel can if they're having second thoughts, after all.

This time is all mucked up, though. He likes Carol a lot and so there's more pressure that he's put on himself to make sure she's getting what she wants. And something about her makes it more chanllenging to take everything at his usual pace. That urgency in her body language and that warm feeling, maybe ...

"This isn't my usual approach anyway." He admits. "Do you need this to be quick, Captain?"

And clearly she's not helping him. Carol really doesn't pick up men all that often, and they're definitely not someone she clicks with as well as Han. So while she's trying not to be so eager, her body is betraying her.

"No," she replies, reaching up to push some of his stray hair away from his eyes. "I'm just really bad at being patient for something I really want." But the last thing she wanted to do was rush through all of this with him.

It dawns on Han that he's being caught with his pants down in more ways than one. He didn't want her to pick up on the fact that he's a tad nervous. That he doesn't really do this all that often. That the unphased pilot in the cantina might be an insecure young man under all the shielding.

So he smiles his lopsided smile, the one that he counts on to cover over so much, and looks her right in the eyes.

"I don't see no reason why we can't go full tilt." He says in those saccharine tones that his voice gets when he's speaking softly. "We can always slow down later."

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If they decide to continue to stay in contact and see each other after tonight, hopefully he'll learn that she doesn't care. So far his guise of confidence has held because Carol is assuming that he has more experience (both in number of times and regularity) than her. Not that she's any kind of blushing near-virgin here, but she always prioritizes work over personal fun. Any kind of nerves she may have noticed she assumed where because of him taking someone with powers to bed.

"Fine by me." Any pace is fine - one of them will probably change it anyway - she's just so anxious to start.

Oh. That's in there too. The fact that she's powered means he really doesn't know what to expect or if there's anything to expect at all. The fact that she's special, maybe the only person like her alive, and you could meet a guy like him in any cantina in the galaxy. It definitely adds to the anxious feeling.

It will feel better when they get going, though. Like navigating through a field of asteroids, it's only nerve-wracking for that moment before you fly in.

He takes a breath and pushes in. All the muscles along the length of his back and in his thighs tense, partially because he doesn't know if he has to push harder than normal and partially because he feels like he ought to get going. You better believe he's trying to notice if it feels any different because she's part alien.

When he's in? It's right into a medium pace for the Corellian.

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He'll be relieved to find out that Carol is still quite the normal human when it comes to this. No harder pushing required. Hopefully it feels all normal on his end.

Carol lets out a low, pleased groan as he pushes in and starts to fill her. Once he's in deep enough her leg comes up to wrap around his waist. There's an exhilarating feeling around them - one that doesn't always come when she's having sex.

She waits until she has a sense of his rhythm and then starts rocking back to meet his thrusts. Her lips drift over his jawline and occasionally stop to press a kiss to his skin.

A minute or so into the act and yeah, he's determined that this is pretty much the way it's felt with any other humanoid. Apart from that fact that he feels kind of warm. Or the general sense of being fond of her.

Now that things are in motion and the motion of things are going well, Han's jitters are subsiding. All indications are that Carol is enjoying herself as much as he is. Her legs wrapped around his hips is keeping them both exactly where they want to be and gives him freedom to pick up the pace when he likes. He does.

His work, loading and unloading cargo, tends to strengthen a lot of the muscles you recruit during sex - the posterior chain, the abdomen, the quadriceps - so he'll compare well for an everyday human male.

He doesn't make a lot of sounds. Breathing. The occasional groan of pleasure when he falls into a good groove. At one point he'll lean in enough to kiss her lips back, which is an effort he doesn't usually make for everyone.

Yeah, that warmth thing isn't going to go away. So hopefully that won't be too terribly distracting for the rest of the night.

On her side she doesn't have a single complaint so far. He feels incredible, the pace is good, and every time he groans it feels like a tiny, personal victory. If she knew about the extra effort he was expending on her she'd feel kind of special.

But now, her fingers press into his back (not enough to hurt him but certainly enough for him to feel them) as she moves to match his new rhythm. She quite likes that he's picked it up and is happy to meet it.

Hard to say how long it goes for. Han never actually tries to time himself. More often than not he isn't exactly sober when he lands in bed with someone and you just don't think to do something like that when you're drunk. Or he doesn't anyway.

It just goes. It goes as long as Han can hang in there for while trying to make it last. Since they didn't really talk about the way this ought to end before they started, he figures he ought to say something.

"Getting close." He murmurs. It's enough to get the point across, but he doesn't have much more breath for anything else.

Carol's not timing them and she doesn't have any kind of internal timer power that would make her take note. What she does note is how good he feels and the sensations that he's coaxing out of her body.

Carol keeps up with him as long as he does and could probably go longer. But she's thankful that when he murmurs about getting close that she's close as well.

"Me too," she murmurs back before pressing a kiss to his jaw. She's on birth control and her body can fight off most diseases so she's really not worried about any unwanted outcome.

That's enough of a permission for him. She had any moment where she could have told him what she wanted and she got an opportunity from him to give direction. He figures that's being decent enough.

Han takes the opportunity to really lay into her for the climax. He's not normally into trying to pound a girl into submission, but he knows the girl who can leave her impression in the side of a building can probably take it. He's only up to that pace for a matter of moments before he's flexing his back and driving deep into her.

No mistaking that he's done when the fog of pleasure hits his brain and his fluid is joined with hers.

Not only can she take it, but it helps coax her up and over the edge herself. Her body presses up against his as she does and a deep moan helps vocalize her release.

She's not quite as breathless as him, but the fog of pleasure is there and she relishes in it as she relaxes back against her pillows. Idly she wonders if he has the stamina for another round after some rest, but he's still a pretty young man so it seems very likely to be a possibility.

But mostly Carol feels very content and she chances running her fingers through his hair.

Han is a healthy young man who spends a lot of time in space. The likelihood that he'll be agreeable to a second go round is high, provided that he has a little bit of time to rest inbetween. This young man in particular is fond of this particular lady and happens to want to accommodate her if he can - he just wouldn't nescesserily assume she was interested in a repeat performance without her telling him.

When he's had a few seconds to catch he breath, he makes a point of telling her he enjoyed himself. "That was nice." He murmurs, as he rubs a bead of sweat away from his brow with a lazy swipe of his hand.

He figures the fingers in his hair could be a kind of wordless permission to stay pressed against her for a while. She's warm and feels good, so he doesn't see any particular need to hurry.

Carol smiles up at him and gives another go of her fingers through his hair. "I really enjoyed it." Not that he knows her well, but she's not always one to cuddle in the after glow. Sometimes it's straight back to work, or hitting the showers, or a rolling away. But she feels very content to just lay here with him. His weight feels good on top of her.

"I'm hoping that after a rest we might get to go again?" she proposes. It wouldn't take her long at all to be ready to go, but she understood that was from being a metabolically-enhanced woman. She can be patient for partners that are worth her time and Han has proven to be worth it. There's not a need to rush.

"I think that can be arranged."

He meant to sound cool when he answered. To intone the suggestion that the idea was nice, but he could take or leave it. Like that confident air that he was trying so hard in the cantina to cultivate. Except that he answers a little too quickly and a little to kind to sound indifferent. ... not the worst gaffe he could have made all things considered.

"Been a long time since anybody did that." He murmurs, gesturing his eyes upward toward the hand that strokes though his wavy hair. There's a touch of melancholy in his looks before he forces that hansome, devil may care smile again. "I don't let just anyone play with this hair."

She knows that he's very cool, or wants to be very cool, but she does find it hard to believe that any regular, healthy guy would turn down a second round with a woman he just had a pretty nice first round with. So while the quick response might be a gaffe to him, it's kind of sweet to her.

Her hand stills and she raises an eyebrow. "Is it...okay? I can stop." She honestly couldn't tell if it was him trying to tell her that she was special, or that she shouldn't be so cavalier with his hair.

To tell the truth, he's not completely sure either. Well. He wasn't when he started mentioning about the hair. Now that she's floated the idea that she could very easily stop, it's dawning on him that he doesn't want her to do so.

"No, I ..." Han shakes that shaggy brown hair of his. "I don't want you to stop."

It just so happened that one of the only person he ever felt loved by happened to delight in ruffling her fingers through his hair fondly. A surrogate mother who was no longer around and every time Han thought of her - it felt as if his heart was being squeezed in a vice. Never mind the fact that Han Solo still has no idea what to do with the thought of someone deeply caring for him.

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