( physicality's a language that doesn't require translation. his hand to her lower back just tugs her in closer, her own hands finding balance with a grip to his upper arms; there's no attempt to do anything but meet his aggression with some of her own, enthusiasm blooming with every second.
when he pulls back to sing — again — caroline can only roll her eyes, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip before she snaps back a reply. this time, it's a little more top 40... but then, country girls aren't quite this rude. )
( and if he won't? well, caroline will just do the damn thing herself, arching on tiptoes to meet him, a hand snaking around the back of his head to yank him where he needs to be. cowboy strength, meet your match. )
no subject
when he pulls back to sing — again — caroline can only roll her eyes, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip before she snaps back a reply. this time, it's a little more top 40... but then, country girls aren't quite this rude. )
Oh, just shut up and put your money where your mouth is.
( and if he won't? well, caroline will just do the damn thing herself, arching on tiptoes to meet him, a hand snaking around the back of his head to yank him where he needs to be. cowboy strength, meet your match. )