Walking the earth with eyes turned skywards ...

[twelve_not_fourteen]

A shame that he isn't moving all that slow and that he can't read her thoughts. If he was to know she was in a hurry - he'd have a lazy smile on his lips and Han would have to make some mention of her wanting to rush into getting him alone.

Instead, she's treated to what it's like to walk through a dingy alley with Han Solo. If she were to look carefully at his face, it would be a bit hard to read. He has a look on it that seems to be looking at everything at once or possibly nothing at all.

He, also, might be a tad more quiet now than he was inside the cantina. Not to the point of being unfriendly or in a way that suggests he doesn't want to talk anymore, but ... he does seem slightly different now.

"My ship is still half taken apart." He reminds her with a half hearted shrug. "I can't go anywhere in a hurry."

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[cheeseburgermarvel]

She returns the kiss with a smile and draws it out for quite some time. It's really nice to kiss a man who is not freaking out about her powers and flirting with her.

"You're damn charming. Now let's get back to the zipper." Because he only got it about a third of the way down before commenting on the outfit. She's very eager and his sweatpants aren't hiding the fact that he's at least a little eager.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Yes, Captain."

He's eager too. It's just that he might be a little bit better at keeping in contained - apart from the throbbingly obvious - than she is.

The zipper gets pulled the rest of the way down faster than he was moving before. The reveal of more skin, faintly warm where his rough hand grazes against her, make it even more of a challenge to stay relaxed.

He does what he can to help her shrug out of the uniform when they've gotten beyond the pesky zipper.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

Just in case the alarm had ended in a fight or with someone she really had to sweet talk, Carol had made sure to dress properly. So once they peel off the uniform, she still has on plain gray underwear and sports bra. But she's eager so she pulls off the bra and then steps in close to hook her fingers over the waistband of his pants.

"Good work," she comments with a grin before working gently, but purposefully, on his pants.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

She did a much better job of being dressed to answer the proximity alarm than he was, so it’s not like he was gonna judge. He isn’t known for dressing especially well even when he wasn’t trying to go full speed toward a warning sound - though he does know a few who put a lot more concern into the way they look than he does. It’s just ... not that important to him and he only dresses up when he feels like he has to.

He purses his lips when she starts handling what little he’s wearing. His big hands settle on hers and he coaxes them into helping him get naked. When the pants start to roll of his hips, all that maleness that he’s packing springs out toward her.

“I am to please.”

[cheeseburgermarvel]

Yeah, his rugged handsomeness means he doesn't need to dress up. The simple outfit he wore yesterday was not only functional, but he looked damn good in it. He struck her as a person who generally looked damn good in anything he wore.

Once his pants are down, she wraps her hands around his cock and alternates them in long, sure strokes. "So any ideas this morning?" She had some of her own, certainly, but she felt it polite to ask.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

He can't quite pull off the easy look of confidence that he normally can when she's got her hands all over him like that. It's not that he's lacking for it at the moment, but it is hard to be casual under the circumstances. His attention flicks back and forth between her hands and her eyes.

"I got a lot of ideas." His voice has taken on the qualities of syrup - thick, sweet and sticky. "One of them was to take our time waking up, but we'll have to try that on another day."

[cheeseburgermarvel]

At first Carol just smiles and leans in to press a series of slow kisses to his neck. Her hands keep up the steady pace as her lips move over his skin.

"Yeah, that was a bit interrupted by a proximity alarm. But I will take a rain check on that." Though she can't say it's the first time an alarm has woken her up and it's sure not to be the last. "Which, with that data, I'll have a lot more free time than I expected to."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

He lets out a sigh. It had been building up for a while, in the back of his throat, but he can’t keep in anymore when she gets near. She’s so warm and the feel of her close to him is ... nice. His hands settle on her hips - to keep that proximity or maybe because he feels like he needs to hang on to something.

The thought that his data could help free up some extra time for her had crossed his mind. It was more of an afterthought behind helping warn her of some of the more treacherous regions of the space out here, but it did occur to him.

“Just don’t upload the charts all at once.” He murmurs. “Whomever you’re checking in with will wonder why you’re still hanging around.”

[cheeseburgermarvel]

Oh, he did like her. It had been pretty evident before, but she likes the small reminders.

"I won't." It's a bad call in terms of resources and time, but Carol can't help herself. She wants to spend more time with him and get to know him a little better. Obviously they haven't known each other long, but she's definitely interested in peeling back his layers.

Carol gently moves them closer to the bed and coaxes him to take a seat. Once he's down, she straddles his lap and finds his mouth with her own.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It’s only a time sink if she’s sure that she can trust him. This man, whom she just met, that’s admitted that he’s a criminal. If it’s a delicate mission, she probably should take a little time to be sure that it’s good intel anyway.

Han is pretty trusting of her, though. Wherever she’s leading him he’s eager to be. Her bed is a location that he’s hopeful to make a lot of return trips to.

Captain Solo returns her kiss fiercely. Handling him the way that she has been for the last couple of minutes have him eager to advance position. Rubbing up on her if she’s not quite on top of him ... or starting to thrust if she is.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

She isn’t sure 100% if she can trust him, but she’s more than 50%, definitely. Didn’t take off with anything in the middle of the night, didn’t attempt to do anything other than have some great sex, and didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives.

But yes, she did plan to verify a decent amount of the data just to make sure that it was good before sending it back.

“Mmm,” she hums as she feels him rub up against her. She doesn’t need any more coaxing than that. Carol reaches down to make sure that they are firmly lined up and then sinks down onto him. “Oh yes,” she murmurs. It feels just as good as last night.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

“You feel real good.”

A murmur of a compliment. Not especially slick or well thought out, but genuine. The words tumbling out of his lips carelessly by comparison to the way he usually talks.

He’s not usually so needy, either. These kind of encounters don’t happen often for him and he’s more or less used to them being that way. Carol has him all worked up like a teenager, which mostly thrilling, but a tiny part of him is wondering what other effects that she’s gonna have on him. He’d been burned by people he cared about (and whom he thought cared about him) that he can’t help but feel a touch of worry.

His hands walk all over the length of her back. His abrasive hands on her muscle and toughened skin. There’s a want to keep her close in the way that he’s handling her. Like he half expects she might slip out of his grasp if he relaxes his attention for more than a moment or so.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

"You feel really good," she replies between kisses. It's almost lazy for him to repeat his line back to him, but hopefully he can tell that the emphasis is sincere. He really did feel spectacular as he thrusted up and down and stretched her out.

These encounters don't happen that often for Carol either. She is more often than not alone and doesn't really have a problem with it. But he's doing a damn good job of reminding her that a little male company can be a good thing.

Despite his offer of data and asking how to get in contact with her, she's just a touch skeptical that he will get in touch with her. It wasn't anything she thought about him, but just her own personal history of romantic liaisons not ever quite panning out.

But for now, she'll relish in the feeling of his rough hands moving over her back. Her own hands squeeze gently at his shoulders as she picks up the pace of her rocking.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

This pose makes Carol Danvers the Captain of this activity.

She’s in charge of the pace. She controls the depth of his penetration. She’ll mostly be in charge of the speed their bodies move together. No doubt she has enough power in her legs to hold him down if she cared to. A few hours ago, he wouldn’t expected that he’d enjoy putting so much control in someone else’s hands and yet there’s nowhere in the whole galaxy he’d rather be right now.

Han’s body, cradled by the warmth of her, is getting a sheen of sweat. His hands migrating from upper back to lower. From lower back to her ass, that she feels comfortable grasping pretty hard while she continues the bounce on his ... joystick.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

Carol loves getting to be in charge and she really appreciates that Han doesn't mind sharing the control in bed. Or in this case, on the foot of the bed. Getting to bounce up and down on that joystick of his is pure bliss.

One of her hands runs through his hair as she moves her kisses to whatever skin that she can reach without shifting in his lap. The squeeze of her ass coaxes out a deep, happy groan.

There's just a bit of an increase in the pace and she lets out a "oh fuck" as he hits a little deeper.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

They don’t say ‘fuck’ where he comes from. So he figures that it’s something they must say where she’s been that he hasn’t. He’s got a guess or two of what it could mean, though, and the tone of her voice has him thinking it’s a compliment.

He’s starting to breathe more heavily. It’s not abnormal for him to get that way in the act, but it’s the first time he wished that he didn’t. She hasn’t broken a sweat. Hasn’t taken an air hungry breath. Her heart probably isn’t thumping in her chest the way that his is.

There’s a fleeting want to keep up with her better floating through the back of his mind, now that he can see her in more light than before. It’s jostled out of his head when she starts to move faster and his hands start to wander to her hips.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

She's not even considering the language differences, honestly. If he wants to ask her about it afterwards she'd be happy to explain it, though. It is certainly a compliment, though.

Hopefully he doesn't take it personally that she hasn't broken a sweat. Normal humans would by now. Human/Kree hybrids, not so much. It was rare for her to break a sweat at all.

There's no need to worry about keeping up. Because while she may not be sweating and breathing heavily, she is really close to coming.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

He’s close too. The extended handling of him had him almost ready to pounce by the time they got back to her bed.

Han is content to grab her hips as hard as he can. It’s a strong human grip, but he gets the sense that is isn’t going to bother Carol much. The grasp gives him a little better since of how he can move with her and that he does. For a while. While he has the stamina to do so. The slight arching of his own hips and lower back to work in time with the thrusts.

A couple of minutes. Maybe two or three, and he’s cuming. Pulling her in close if she’s willing to go along with the gesture.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

Maybe he can do that next time. Because now that Carol's gone a few rounds with him, she sure wouldn't mind being pounced by him.

He's welcome to grab as hard as he needs to. Carol certainly doesn't mind the pressure and if it helps him keep up, then she's definitely all for it.

It works because she's coming within moments of him. She presses in against him as she comes hard with deep, satisfied moan. Her body slumps a bit against his, so she reaches out with a arm to keep her upright a bit until he either moves them into a lying down position, or he seems to be coming back into focus after his own orgasm.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

You couldn’t really say that Han’s situational awareness is at it’s finest when he’s in the middle of an orgasm. He’s not sure if he should be trying to hold himself up or lay back down at first either. It’s not until he feels those tough muscles of hers start to go slack that he figures they ought to go limp in the bed together.

His noises follow more of sigh kind of pattern, half swallows up by labored breaths. It’s unmistakably a pleased set of noises, though. His arms wrap around to hold her, which, he thinks would be alright to do. There seems to be fondness on both sides. (Though he’s not quite sure if she’s fond of tenderness, entirely.)

“Even with the interruption ...” he begins, “... this is the nicest wake up I’ve had in a while.”

[cheeseburgermarvel]

Carol lies down with him and doesn’t mind at all when he puts his arms around her. She shifts just a little to make it slightly more comfortable for her, but this is actually pretty nice. Carol isn’t always one for cuddling, but she can be when she likes her partner.

She lets out a laugh before pressing a kiss to his skin. “Same. Most of my mornings aren’t nearly as fun.”

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han’s skin tastes like the salt of his sweat.

He can’t help but look at her and think about how poised she looks. She could get up and run a few miles right now, if she wanted. Punch a hole through a wall. Or fly ... she did say that she could fly, didn’t she? Without a jet pack or some kind of tech to help her. It’s hard not to be envious, but he can push the feeling aside easily enough - he always had this feeling that he’d meet a strong woman someday.

He wasn’t a superstitious guy, mind you, but he had these feelings about things. And those feelings almost always turned out to be right.

“We’ll work on that.” He promises, stroking over the length of her back with casual swipes of hand. “We got at least a few more hours here and then, we can practice on a few other mornings.”

[cheeseburgermarvel]

That's what she's expecting so it's not like she's grossed out by it. The vast majority of her partners in bed have sweat more than her.

She could easily do any of the things he just considered, but she's pretty content curled up in bed with him. Especially because he is demonstrating extreme levels of chill around her. She keeps thinking about it because it really is rare.

Also rare? Hearing men in her bed promising more mornings in her bed. "I'm gonna hold you to that. I could use more fun in my life."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's hard to say how long they end up tangled together. Time got all icy and weird the way that it does when ...

... the way that it does when you lose track of it suddenly. They don't even say all that much that sticks with him. Just light conversation and a lot of basking in the company of someone you like being around. It's nice. It doesn't get interrupted, either.

At some point, they do jump into the refresher of her ship. Like everything else he's noticed on her ship, it looks new and it works well. The water that runs over them feels clean and warm while it's pouring out of the fresherhead. They end up using the time alone to get familiar with each other. And clean. Eventually.

Then, they stop back in the galley and eat something quickly. There would have been plenty of time to have had a full meal, but time was starting to get away from them. She's got hot caff and some kind of bread-like product with several options of flavored spreads to smear upon it. He finds himself wondering, with enough time to prepare, if they two of them together could cook something decent ...

"So I can go get that data and bring it back to you." Han murmurs. "Or you could come with me to grab it."

[cheeseburgermarvel]

All in all, it turns into quite the lovely morning. It's a small taste of what normal could be like - well, at least normal in the sense of two people from opposite sides of the galaxy getting to enjoy spending time together. Carol is delighted have some new, found memories of time in her shower. She's also glad that Han is just as capable standing in one as he is lying in bed.

Coffee is a must in the morning, and Carol goes through two and a half cups by herself. And while she wouldn't be opposed to them trying to make a more involved meal, she can't say it's really on her mind. Her cooking skills are pretty limited and she's never quite made it a priority to develop them. But if he suggested it, she'd certainly try.

She considers his question while taking another sip of her coffee. "I think I'd like to come with and see your ship." Even if the thing is half undone with repairs.