captain marvel

It started off as a simple mistake. Steve hadn’t meant to keep losing his sketchbooks. Sure, he had dozens of them stacked away in his apartment – hidden beneath the folds of his clothes, the stacks of books  and amongst the cutlery in his kitchen – and yet, it kept happening. Over and over again, he’d lose his sketchbooks. Some of these sketchbooks had useless scribbles in them. Others, however, had sketches of commissions people had paid for him to draw. It was quite the conundrum when, one day, after mailing a considerably r-rated drawing to a paid commissioner, he saw one of his sketchbooks on the ground.

It was there, clear as day and out for the world to see.

Quickly reaching to grab it, the blond snatched it up just as another person did so. 

“Uh, I’m real sorry–” he started, “but that’s my sketchbook. I’m gonna haveta ask you to let go of it an’ give it back. Please.”

While she spent most of her time out at night and sleeping during the day, Carol decided to take the opportunity of her day off to do some much needed grocery shopping. Her schedule made her feel much like a vampire, already donning the rather pale skin to make that very much a reality. Another thing that she forgot was how busy the streets got during the day, having gotten knocked into a few times with not so much as an apology. What happened to people manners these days? She shook her head and moved forward, until her eyes caught a book laying out on the sidewalk. Her hand reached out, scooping it up just as someone else had reached for it. 

With a raised eyebrow, Carol looked at the other and held the sketchbook up in her hand. “You got some super secret drawings in here? You seem awfully defensive over this book.” she asked, amused just by his reaction. “Do you have sketches in here that are some top secret spy shit? Because if so, I think Deerfield is the wrong place for you to be, buddy.” she said, finally offering the sketchbook back to him.

@captainmarvcls

It was only supposed to be the once.  That was the way Maria kept everything in their boxes, it was how she escaped without getting hurt.  Carol had been the most intoxicating person she’d ever been with, and that first night had seemed to drag on into forever, over and over again, pulling whatever pleasures they could from each other, and then doing it all over again.  Maria had made her coffee in the morning, but they hadn’t really…talked.  Maria didn’t know how much talking you were supposed to do with someone you weren’t planning on seeing again and had stayed mostly silent, the fact that she was supposed to be in work in an hour the only thing keeping her from trying to fuck Carol again.

And that was supposed to be it.  That was all of it.  But Maria spent so much of her time thinking about her, a maddening amount that had her giving in finally and texting her.  The second meeting went much like the first, and again Maria intended it to be just that.  Once or twice she could write off, but three was a habit, and Maria didn’t need that.  She couldn’t deal with the fact that she liked seeing Carol in her kitchen, wearing one of her uniform shirts in the early morning, grabbing a snack before a second round.  

And yet.  And yet Maria had started drinking, again, always, and the first person she ran to was Carol.  So here they were again, crowded into Maria’s bed, candle on the bed stand burning low as they bathed in the afterglow, Maria swirling whiskey in her glass and letting that feeling of intense pleasure fade into something almost content, her free arm wrapped around Carol’s shoulders, pulling her into her side, their legs still tangled together.  Maria took a sip of her drink and set it aside, dropping her fingers to trail lightly over the flat of Carol’s stomach teasingly.  "I don’t think we really got the concept of a one night stand down,“ she mused softly, an amused smile crossing her face.  "I think it’s time to admit this is something a little different,” she said and found herself pressing her lips to Carol’s temple.  "Because I can say I won’t, but I’ll be calling you again.“

Consistency was never something that occurred in her life outside of work, even then that was a rarity. Of course, she had her usual customers at the club but they still managed to throw her for a loop more times than not. She preferred it that way though, keeping all of these people at a distance - she had gotten pretty good at that. She wasn’t at the club to form some meaningful connection to another person, she was there to get her money and go home at the end of the night to her cat. That’s how it had always been, she was more than happy to have it be her and Chewie, she never had an issue with that. The loneliness was never a problem, at least not once she had gotten a cat to keep her company. Things were easy, there was nothing messy about it. 

Until the night Maria came into the club and left her feeling things that she wasn’t even sure was possible for her. As much as she liked to dote the fact that stripping was liberating, Carol knew that was just a lie that she told herself to get her through the night. She was there because she didn’t know what she’d do without it, she wasn’t qualified to go anywhere else now. But then Maria was there, and suddenly it brought back a different side of herself that she hadn’t seen in years. Not just at the club, but outside of the club as well. She never got this close with people, never hooked up with someone as quickly as she did with Maria let alone more than once. 

Yet there she was, already having lost count of exactly which time this was that she had found herself in Maria’s bed. There was something different about what they were doing, but Carol didn’t know how to define it and was way too terrified to admit that she might be letting someone in, and letting them in easily. She didn’t understand it, but she couldn’t stop herself when it came to the cop. There was just something about her that made her tear down all of the barriers she’d so carefully set up the past few years, not fully, at least not completely. But she knew she wasn’t very far from doing so. 

Curling herself into Maria’s side instinctively, Carol rested her head on the other’s shoulder and let out a soft hum as she listened to her. She chewed on her lower lip, closing her eyes momentarily once she felt lips against her forehead. “I think you have a point, yeah. We went past the one night stand a while ago.” she agreed, turning her head to look up at her. “I’m never opposed to a casual fling, because I think at this point that’s what we are without the label. No strings attached, no feelings just... two people needing that release. Something to distract us from our every day lives. Or some hallmark bullshit like that.” she said with a light laugh, her fingers grazing over Maria’s arm. 

 - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

hill 💋

  - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

hideaway - dan owen

- my muse’s last text to your muse

From the moment she had laid eyes on Maria, she couldn’t help but to find herself drawn towards her. She couldn’t really put those emotions into words, it was just the way that she looked at Carol, her gaze on her sent shivers down her spine. It intrigued her to no end, and that was one of the main reasons to finding herself back in the other’s apartment, dropping her robe practically as soon as they entered her room. However, she could not find it in herself to think through it, reacting to every touch, every look that was sent her way, with a lust filled haze. It was nearly electric every time they came into contact, and that only left Carol wanting more. 

There were so many times these days that Maria just felt…old.  Old and used up, as if life had taken away the years that were supposed to be her youth and replaced them with whatever this was.  Being jaded and guarded and just tired all the time.  Not just physically but mentally, tired of life, tired of everything.  But then there was this…whatever it was, feeling like it was infusing her with something.  It made her feel younger and more alive than she might have been since she was a teenager, back when she still believed that things might actually work out for her.

It wasn’t love at first sight, Maria was not naive enough to believe in things like that.  But it was something.  Something deeper than lust, though Maria was hesitant to put a name on it, but whatever it was, scary as it was, it was so thrilling that she didn’t let her own usual caution and guarded nature stop her from pressing closer, finding that she liked the way the woman’s smile curved upward and allowing herself to touch the corner of it with one finger.  Not really a one night stand kind of gesture, but something she hadn’t been able to stop either.  "Vodka it is then,“ she murmured, almost laughing against the woman’s neck before she managed to pull back, grabbing a couple of glasses from the cabinet and reaching for the chilled vodka in the fridge.  "Girl like you, I bet you can drink it straight up,” she challenged, the amusement in her eyes growing as she came closer with the glass, licking her lips expectantly.  Maria felt right when she was pressed up against her, and maybe that was just lust, but she didn’t let it stop her from immediately crowding her again, sliding her free hand around the woman’s waist.

Maria was surprised a moment later and flushed, feeling the heat on her cheeks and felt embarrassed enough to duck her head against the woman’s shoulder for a moment.  "Maria,“ she finally managed, looking up and giving the woman a smile. "It’s Maria.  I suppose you could call me Hill too, that’s what most people know me by, but that’s a lot less sexy.”  She felt a very real, genuine smile start to spread over her face when she got Marvel’s real name, or at least what she assumed it to be.  That genuine feeling was rolled up into that spike of desire that rushed through her at the purr of her voice against her ear, making her feel something electric that made her body clutch the woman, Carol, closer to her.  "Carol,“ she repeated, liking the taste of it on her lips.  She never would have thought of it as a very attractive name before, at least not one for someone that looked like this Carol did, but after saying it it seemed to fit so well, striking something deep inside of her that Maria did her best to ignore.  She ignored it by kicking back the drink she’d made for herself and setting her empty glass on the counter.  "Carol, why don’t I show you the rest of the place,” she said, a tease and a promise in her words as she took Carol’s hand.  She kissed the back of it lightly, her eyes burning into Carol’s before she started to lead her away.  Maria twined their fingers together and wove around through the kitchen to the bedroom, that was thankfully clean when she got there.  She dropped Carol’s hand for a moment and dropped her badge and gun on the dresser, pulling them from where they’d still been resting, in her pocket and the holster at her hip.  "I think the whole tour ends here,“ she said when she turned back.  "Everything else I have to show you is more…esoteric in nature,” she murmured, reaching for Carol’s hips again, drawing her close and laying a kiss to Carol’s cheek, almost nuzzling her before capturing her lips again.

I’ll be here. 

The strip club on 3rd Street. Ask your roommate, he probably can give you directions.

S - 2 habits.

I have a strong dependence on coffee and no real moral compass if you could count that as a habit. 

P - What kind of music I like.

Anything but the music that’s played in the club. 

A - If I’m in love.

Definitely not, no. 

C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.

A few days, I suppose. Not very long at all. 

E - How many piercings I have.

Come to the club sometime and I’ll consider it. 

Interesting. Definitely a lot better than the cheesy ‘did you fall from heaven?’ line. 

For all that this was clearly not what this was about, Maria couldn’t help but feel that strange sting of awkwardness underneath everything else, beyond all the arousal.  She usually said barely a few words to the women she’d hooked up with lately, purposely keeping her distance and making the whole thing as non-committal as possible. It just made things easier and cleaner, and Maria liked things clean.  But this…as much as she wanted to deny it there were parts of it that felt more intimate than she liked to get.  Not the touching and the kissing, but something she felt in the air.  It was as terrifying as it was seductive, and Maria knew following it was following ever self-destructive tendency she ever had, but she couldn’t stop herself.  She didn’t even want to.

Not with the was Marvel seemed to open to her every touch, the way her legs widened at even the gentle prodding of Maria’s hand on her thigh.  It was dizzying and nearly took Maria’s breath away.  She was supposed to be stronger than this, she was sure of that, but maybe she’d been lying to herself about that too.  She thought the clear air outside of the car would bring some kind of sense back, but it only made her feel a little dizzier, almost losing which of the keys on her ring opened the front door before finally catching it and pushing it open.  "I think I’ve only got whiskey and vodka, so kind of limited,“ Maria admitted with a wry kind of smile, putting a hand lightly to the small of the woman’s back and bringing her inside, past the strange organized clutter of her small apartment’s living room and towards the kitchen.  Just beyond that, the bedroom, and it was hard to stop at the area of the counter Maria had laid out as the bar.

Maria’s hands caught one of Marvel’s hips, squeezing lightly before pressing her just so against the counter top, catching her there again like she had against the car.  That hadn’t even been Marvel’s in the first place, Maria remembered with a quiet chuckle. "But we don’t need to have a drink,” she murmured, leaning in to breath against Marvel’s neck, dropping a light kiss to her throat.  "We can go right into the bedroom if you want…or stay right here,“ she added, fingers tightening just a little and her lips pressing to another spot on the woman’s neck, just below her ear.  "So are we going to stick with Marvel, or can you give me something a little easier to scream out later.”

When she goes into work the next day, Carol is sure that her boss isn’t going to be too happy with her. Her normally outgoing demeanor towards all of the patrons in the club was focused on one person, the woman who had taken her from the club and into her home. She wasn’t sure why, and when her boss undoubtedly questions her about it, she isn’t sure if she’s going to have a reasonable answer. That was the thing, she couldn’t explain it. The almost immediate attraction she felt once she laid eyes on the woman, the unknown force that seemed to skip over all the other customers and beeline straight towards her and into her lap instead of the distance she (for the most part) kept with them. She was there to do a job, to get the money from doing that job and then to go home, her own home. Something like this happening was never a common occurrence, especially not in the almost desperate and depraved manner they went about it. However, she knew the more she tried to reason it through the more confused she was going to end up, figuring it be best not to let her thoughts overpower the instinct and lust that got her into this situation. 

Watching the woman slightly fumble in getting her door open, Carol nodded along at the two choices of alcohol. “Can never go wrong with vodka, whiskey also isn’t terrible.” she mused, feeling the hand on the small of her back and following her into the apartment. Her gaze wandered around the place, slightly cramped but so was her own. She had a feeling there were quite a few places where it was exactly like that. She closed the door behind her and moved into the kitchen, a smirk playing on her lips once she felt her back hit the counter, her arms coming up to wrap around the woman’s neck.

“That’s true, I think I would almost prefer the whole apartment tour don’t you think? Definitely want to see your bedroom.” Carol hummed, her head tilting to the side once she felt the woman’s lips lightly skimming her neck. “Y’know, I’ve given you a lot more of something to scream out then you’ve given me. What name do I get to call out here soon hm?” she asked, the smirk on her lips growing as she looked at the woman before leaning in to whisper into her ear in return. “But it’s Carol, if you really wanted to know.” 

Wanda looked the woman up and down with a quick glance. “No, you’re definitely not the intended target, but if you want to be an asshole, I’ll happily give you the food. Somehow I get the feeling that being mean isn’t your strong point, though.” She said, shrugging a little. “Oh, no, I’m not charging you.” She insisted, waving a hand. She had a system for this kind of situation, where she wrote down everyone who skipped out on their order, and added it to the bill the next time they came in. And they always came back in. Sarah’s had the best damn pastries in the whole town. “I like to see my boss’s face fall when I tell him we’re short at the end of the day.” Wanda smirked. Pretending to be an asshole herself was always more fun than easing the mind of a customer.

“I’d have to be very provoked in order to get to that point, I’d say. Showing your anger all the time is redundant and it only leaves the people around you more pissed off than you already are. I’m more of a go with the flow type of gal, personally. Sometimes I do get the occasional case of ‘resting bitch face’ so I never know if that is going to get me into some trouble one day, like god forbid, getting called asshole out in front of everyone.” Carol teased, stopping herself from reaching into her wallet to pay for this asshole’s items but instead grabbed out a few dollars and stuck it into the tips jar. “Alright, alright. If you insist, then I won’t pay for it. However, I think you’ve showed me excellent service today. I have a feeling that you tend to keep a lot of people on their toes.” 

“I swear if I see one more person toss their trash all over the place, I’m gonna have to bring out some mother-earth type vengeance. I’ll shut this whole town if I have too. Pick up your trash, people!”

“You sure do seem passionate about the earth, are you one of the people who have been putting up the ‘love the ground you walk on’ signs around town? I mean, I understand their message but I feel like some of these people around here might take that phrase a little too literally. Then you very well might have to shut the whole town.”

Maria was pretty sure ‘impulsive’ was something of a quality she’d developed in recent years, and she didn’t know if it was completely because of the drinking or a byproduct of self-medicating in general.  It had started to show in her work at the station, evidenced by the way she’d been transferred and demoted, but even then it seemed something under control.  The second her lips touched this woman’s lips though, Maria knew that impulsiveness was completely out of her control.

She kissed the stripper like she was drowning, stealing oxygen from her lips and everything else.  Maria hadn’t felt this kind of aching need in so long, and a part of her wondered where it came from, but most of her didn’t care.  She kissed the woman hard enough to start to feel the bruising of lips, that almost painful plumpness her fingers finding the woman’s hips and tearing into the soft fabric of the thin robe she was wearing, knowing just how little she was wearing underneath.  Perhaps the most surprising part to Maria was how fiercely Ms. Marvel was kissing her back.  Maria had half convinced herself that the stripper was only in it for some more cash, remembering ever horror story she ever heard.  But if that was the case, she wouldn’t be kissing like that.  A part of Maria was sure of it.

It was all the more confirmed when they parted and Maria heard the breathless quality of her voice, which was just as much of an aphrodisiac as the rest of her.  "Right,“ Maria said with a husky laugh.  "Can’t have that,” she said. Still, she had to lean in and kiss her again, her lips at first, and then gave in to the siren call to kiss the long column of the woman’s neck.  She wanted more, wanted all of it, but she knew this wasn’t the place. It was almost physically painful to put more distance between them, but Maria forced herself to step back.  "I’m not to far away,“ she said finally and grabbed Marvel’s hand.  It was so hard to keep thinking straight, her eyes drawn to the plumpness of the woman’s lips, and thinking about unwrapping that robe and really exploring everything she had to offer. But she shook that thought away and grabbed Marvel’s hand again and started to lead her towards the cruiser.  "I’m a couple blocks away,” Maria said.  

She unlocked the doors and opened the passenger one for Marvel, winking when she said, “Unless you’d prefer riding in the back, some girls are into that kind of thing.”  Maria licked at her lips and started the car when Marvel seemed settled inside, anxious fingers tapping on the steering wheel.  Maria found herself at a loss for what to say, never really taking anyone home to fool around.  She’d usually just…made do in bathrooms or alleyways, and gone home alone.  Already this woman was throwing her for a loop.  "So you don’t do this all the time?“ Maria said finally, a small smile on her face as she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street, feeling almost wild enough to start the lights up to get there a little faster.  "I’m touched,” she said and reached over the small divide between the seats and set a warm hand on Marvel’s thigh, teasing it higher as they cruised closer to her apartment. “I’ve never brought someone home before,” Maria found herself admitting, her teeth catching lightly on her lower lip as she spoke.  "You’re a dangerous one already.“  She laughed a little after she spoke and shook her head, wondering why she was talking of frames of time, when this was surely just a one time thing.  Maria was still shaking her head as she pulled up out in front of her apartment, shabby as it was and turned the car off.  "Come on, I’ll make you a drink,” Maria said, winking and squeezing Marvel’s thigh before forcing herself to move again, so eager to get behind closed doors that she felt like she might explode out of her skin.

There was never a sense of urgency like she felt with the woman in front of her. Sure, Carol had been attracted to many of the patrons at the club before, but it was never like this. If she could, she would’ve left the club on the spot just to go off somewhere with the woman which was a little bit of an unsettling feeling for her. She was positive that a good portion of it was just lust, but still it felt different, it was almost needy in a sense. And she never got like that, at least not from the first kiss alone. Yet, there she found herself, returning the fervor as the woman was giving, practically clinging to her and she couldn’t find it in herself to even stop. Not only that, she didn’t want to. 

"The regulars will start to expect something like this, then will come the excruciating explanation that this is not what I normally do. Just for the rare few.” Carol said with a small smirk, her eyes slipping shut once again as she returned her kiss, unable to resist the urge in pulling her a bit closer to her own body with her arms wrapped around her neck. But as soon as they were connected, she felt her pull away again, her mind slightly fuzzy from everything that happened but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think that sounds like a good plan. This isn’t even my car, I don’t know whose it is.” she said with a grin, following her towards her car.

Her eyes widened a bit in a slight shock once she realized the woman was a police officer, but Carol had definitely been with people who were a lot more out of the box than that. She had seen her fair share of police officers go in and out of the strip club, some of them doing a job and most of them there for pleasure. They were nice enough, so she never really minded them being there, but some of the other girls tended to get weird around authoritative figures. “I prefer to be up close and personal, I can’t really get that from the backseat can I?” she asked, smirking a bit before she got into the car. “Nope, just a special few. You happened to be among those few who get the chance.” Carol hummed softly, her eyes watching as the woman’s hand trailed up her thigh, spreading her legs out a bit unconsciously. “Well, I’m honored to be your first houseguest.” she said, getting out of the car and following Maria towards her apartment. “What kind of drink were you thinking?” she asked, leaning in a little closer to her as she looked up at the other woman.

Maria was sure that at some point that most girls would sit down and dream about their happily ever after.  Design what that might look like, little games about weddings, talking about cute boys and giggling at school.  Even before she knew she was gay, Maria didn’t even have it in her to playact those kinds of things, seeing the wreckage of her home life and deciding before she even realized she was making a decision that romance just wasn’t for her.  How could it be when she saw every day what monsters it made people?  Crimes of passion, they used to call them, but Maria just saw what it was.  The possessive nature of love gone wrong and she’d seen it with her father enough to know that some of it was woven into her DNA.

But that had never stopped anyone from trying to change her, the odd girl here and there, seeing something broken in Maria that they thought they could fix just by loving hard enough.  And sometimes…yeah, sometimes they would catch Maria off guard enough that she might think they had something, but then she’d panic and tank the relationship before they got any further, sliding into another cycle of booze and casual sex until the world started to feel something closer to right again, meaning that Maria started to feel the weight of loneliness settle over her shoulders like an old friend.

This though.  Even in Maria’s most self-destructive moods she’d never gone so far as to try and pick up a stripper, which seemed as close to paying for it as she could get.  She knew she tread the line between what was legal and what wasn’t plenty of times, but never on this.  It was one of the few moral stands she took.  But there was something about this woman, and even if Maria wasn’t convinced she’d be asking for any more money, Maria knew she’d give it if she was, and that was almost enough to spook her.  She couldn’t help but get to thinking too much, the farther Marvel got away from her, and that just made Maria drink a little more than she meant too.  Not enough to be truly drunk, Maria could hold her liquor, but enough that the edges of the world started to feel hazy.

It just made Marvel’s appearance all the more electric, and even if Maria had her own doubts swirling around in her head they were quieted in an instant, and like any addict, Maria knew she’d give whatever was necessary just for a continued taste of what Marvel had to offer; long expanses of pale skin, the enticing swell of her breasts, tumble of golden hair, but most of all that sinful look in her icy blue eyes.  Maria didn’t know how anyone became an addict on first glance, but here she was, willing to throw every bit of herself away for just one more hit…

She stood and let her eyes slide up over Marvel’s body, still as distracting even when it was covered in the thin robe she was wearing and grabbed the offered hand with a small smirk.  "I’m coming,“ she confirmed, lifting her free hand in a half wave to the bartender before letting Marvel lead the way out the door.  The blast of cold night air should have been enough to make Maria feel a little waken from her stupor, but all she did was drop Marvel’s hand to wrap her arm around Marvel’s waist, something incredibly possessive in the whole thing that Maria was sure she should have been embarrassed about but simply couldn’t work up the will to be.  She murmured a quick question as to which was Marvel’s car, seeing her own police cruiser sitting there in the nearly empty parking lot like some kind of accusation.  

But she ignored it and walked the woman towards her car, and didn’t even wait for the awkward moment of trying to negotiate what exactly they might be doing now, your place or mine, Maria took matters into her own hands and grabbed Ms. Marvel by the hips and pressed her against the driver’s side door of her car, tilting her head to look into those ever-stunning icy blue eyes.  She reached one hand up to carefully tilt the woman’s chin up, a soft caress of one thumb over her cheekbone before giving in, forgoing any questioning and capturing Marvel’s full lips with her own.  There wasn’t anything soft or sweet about the kiss, Maria didn’t tell lies like that, not when they both had to know what this was.  It was hard and needy, Maria unable to completely keep the desperation out of it as she licked over the woman’s lower lip, and then nipped with her teeth, fingers tightening on Marvel’s hip as she pressed her harder against the door of the car.  When she pulled back it was only because her lungs were fighting for breath, and she only moved away half an inch.  "This okay?” she asked, her voice husky and low against Marvel’s ear, not even waiting for an answer really, before she started to kiss at her neck, already too far gone.

Out of all the places Carol thought she might end up in life, her current situation in Illinois of all places, was the last she had expected. She was going to school at the University of Chicago, a job as a stripper was only supposed to be something on the side that was paying for her college. Still, there was something about it that drew her in more and more, maybe it was a late stage of rebellion that never quite faded away, or maybe it was just the constant need for attention that was never given to her. Either way, there was some major factor in it that kept here there all those years, despite having options to go elsewhere. She never tried to think too hard about it, just go along with the hand that life dealt her and called it a day. Trying to reason with the things that happened in her life was never a good thing for Carol to partake in. 

By the end of the night, the club usually shrinks in size and the workers just want to go home. Carol was always one of the girls who could keep the energy up, despite the environment and the men who get a little too friendly (and drunk.) However, tonight was one of those rare nights in which she was practically counting down to the last call, to being able to leave because she had a very interesting prospect waiting for her. A woman who had caught her eye from the moment she saw her, and Carol had a feeling that the feeling was mutual on the other’s end. She did her best to not go home with customers so willingly, or even get that touchy so early in the night, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt the need to throw herself at the other, for lack of better words. Maybe it had been longer without some action than she thought, maybe it was the fact that the woman looked at her differently than everyone else had. There was desire in the woman’s eyes, but it was more of a fiery passion than a drunken stupor of desire. There was something so much more different about it.

There was a small hint of excitement inside Carol when she realized that the woman, was in fact still there, waiting for her. She could almost predict exactly how the night was going to end from there, it was just the technicalities of whose place they were going to end up at, and how they were going to get from point a to point b, but those were minor details that she figured they were going to get taken care of in a matter of minutes.  It was going to be a ‘whoever’s place is closer’ because Carol is sure she’s made the woman wait long enough, she even stayed her whole shift just to see her. 

As she lead the woman towards her car, Carol couldn’t help but smirk a little once she felt her arm wrap around her waist and instinctively leaned in closer to her. It didn’t take long until she felt her back land against the driver’s side of her car and the woman’s lips were pressed against her own. Carol’s arms quickly came up to wrap around her neck in an attempt to try and pull her in closer. The kiss was rough and needy, exactly what she had been expecting, and craving, if she were being honest. Once they parted, Carol opened her mouth to quickly protest the end of the kiss until she heard the question posed and the kisses being pressed against her neck. She leaned her head to the other side in an attempt to give her a bit more access,  before nodding quickly. “Great, amazing, way more than okay.” she breathed out. “But I do think we might want to move this from the parking lot. I don’t want my boss coming out here and seeing this, or even worse - customers thinking this is a thing I do all the time.” she said with a slight smirk.