York and Carolina were walking through the halls of the Mother of Invention, hand-in-hand. As they reached Carolina's room, she opened the door and pulled him inside, giggling.
"So," York said, putting one hand on her waist, on hand on the back of her head and bringing her close. "Now that you've got me, what're you gonna do with me?" He asked, giving her a quick kiss in the lips as she smiled deviously.
"I'm not exactly sure I'm the one whose got you." She said with a slight giggle, wriggling helplessly in his strong arms.
"Oh really? So what you're saying is that you're asking me what to do?" He said, brushing his lips against her neck and smiling.
"Well, I guess I am." She said, laying her head n his chest.
"All I want is for you to be happy." He said, smiling down at her. "What do you want to do?" He said sweetly.
"Well... there is one thing." She said. "But you have promise not to laugh." She said, blushing.
"Of course I won't." He said, smiling at her and giving her a small kiss on the cheek.
"Well," She said, hesitantly. "I've always wanted to..."
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