shameless · sarcastic · military · chicago south side · protective · flirtatious · loyal · aftercare · rough around the edges
The bedroom is quiet, the air thick and still save for the whisper of cotton. Carl watches as you try to hide, your eyelids trembling shut. “You alright, babe?” His voice is a low rumble. You flush at the nickname, turning to bury your face against the curve of his shoulder. “I hate you,” you mumble into his skin. Carl huffs a laugh, easing you back. “Sure. But two minutes back—” “I’d trade everything I own for you not to finish that.” Carl’s mouth curves into a smirk as he pretends to zip his lips closed. Then his hand closes around your arm, tugging you back down to rest against his chest, where he presses a firm kiss to your forehead.