You Can Trust Me (Red vs Blue Yorkalina)

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Damnit York. Always getting in the way. The cerulean freelancer stormepd out of the ship as a voice called after her. "Carolina, what did I do?" A bronze freelancer stepped off the ship, watching as she stormed away from the landing bay. Ignoring his calls, she shoved aside a medical squad and walked into the training room, swearing loudly as she stopped, hearing the loud thuds of his boots as he walked in behind her. "Rachel, would you talk to me?" He said softly, his voice gentle and calm. Turning sharply on her heel, she came face to face with the bronze clad freelancer. "You don't know what you did? Really, Aaron?" She growled, her helmet hiding her emerald green eyes that held a fiery stare with the man she came to care for. "Just get out. I need to focus." Carolina said, turning her back to him before hearing him depart, taking in an angry breath before hearing the automated voice of F.I.L.S.S. echo. "Hello, Agent Carolina. Shall we continue your session from last night?" The computer system didn't wait for an answer before pulling up the holographic green targets that swirled around the freelancer quickly. She struck quickly, hitting the targets until all had turned their bright red color. Hours passed, and she remained that way, attacking the targets with deadly accuracy. "You know, Carolina, training like this won't change anything in that fight between you and York." The soft sounding voice of C.T. echoed into the room, causing F.I.L.S.S to halt the swirling targets and Carolina to turn. "What would you know about it? It's got nothing to do with you." She snapped harshly at the brown armored freelancer, who coolly leaned against the metal walls. "Apparently I know more about it than you think. You act like you're all high and mighty, that nothing touches you when really you were scared York would've died out there. We all saw it." C.T. returned, her voice steady as the angry freelancer stomped towards her. "Go talk to him, 'Lina. You can't expect him to read your mind." She said just as Carolina stopped in front of her before turning and walking from the training room.
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Carolina stood outside the metal door that read 'Agent York' carved into the cool surface of the name plate. "What do I tell him?" Her mind began to race suddenly as she unknowingly knocked twice on the door, looking up as it slid open to show a shaggy haired York in its place. "Rach? What are you doing here?" She knew he'd clearly been sleeping by the way his one good eye scanned over her, the familiar dark circle beneath the eye. Without asking, she walked into his room, hearing him grumble as he closed the door. "Aaron, I needed to tell you why I was angry." Carolina said, pulling off her helmet slowly. York raised an eyebrow at her before sitting down and tapping the spot on his bed beside him, which she slowly took after pulling off her armor to leave nothing but her skinsuit on. "The mission today. You could have been killed. And what if you had? I wouldn't-" She trailed as his gaze from his one eye looked over her. "Is that why you were so angry with me? Because I could've died? Rachel, it's part of our job. Our lives are at risk every time we take a mission." York said, his gaze never breaking from hers. "It's doesn't matter. If you died, Aaron, I'd leave the Project." Carolina went to continue but was cut short as his lips pressed firmly against hers, cutting off any ramble she would've come up with. "That wouldn't be an option." He muttered as he pulled away slowly, hearing her catch her breath before preparing himself for a slap or punch from the redhead. "It would be if you were killed." She mumbled quietly in return before he felt her soft, plump lips press against his own, her hand resting against his cheek as she pulled back. York stopped, weighing his options on what to do. "I should go. I'm sorry." He heard her speak softly before grabbing her hand and pulling her back to him, pressing another kiss to her lips as she fell back onto his bed. Carolina pulled his body to hers, feeling his weight press against her body. He was gentle, careful even as he kept his lips to hers, slipping a hand beneath her back and another beside her head to keep himself raised just above her, forcing Carolina against him if she wanted a kiss. Her hands slowly tangled themselves in the fabric of his shirt, slipping the article of clothing from his body as he pulled away from her lips, her emerald eyes scanning over the body of her lover, clearly impressed that his build was neither bulky nor scrawny, but a slim, muscular build. She felt his hand fumble for the zipper of her skinsuit, causing her to laugh softly before the small noise was hushed by his lips pressing to hers briefly. His lips touched to her jaw, slowly kissing along it before heading against Carolina's neck, a smile on his lips as he heard a soft gasp leave her lips. "Aaron..." She said quietly, biting her lip as he sucked on the soft skin, his fingers taking hold of the zipper and pulling it down slowly, pulling away from her neck to see her body, covered in scars but still slim, fit, and beautiful. His fingers traced over a scar that rested just above her breast. "I remember this one." He mumbled, feeling her fingers along a scar just above his hip. "This was from the same mission." She said, looking up at his as her fingers left the scar and hooked through the fabric of his sweatpants, pulling them down slowly as his lips met hers once more. Carolina heard the crinkling of foil and suddenly everything became very real, she was aware for the first time in those minutes of York atop of her, her lips to his, her skinsuit gone and his clothing gone. "Aaron wait." Carolina said, her voice shaky as he pulled away. "I don't know about this." She said softly, feeling his hand brush over her side slowly, calming her nerves. "Rachel. You can trust me." His voice in that moment calmed her completely, her lips gently pressing to his once more as she heard the foil tear and felt him pull back to roll on the condom. "You can trust me..." He said in a hushed voice as his member pushed slowly into her, forcing a small moan from her lips as the unexpected entry. Slowly, his hips began to work against hers, a grunt from his end and a moan from hers. York tried keeping his lips to hers, but soon settled for her neck as she could barely keep her lips to his as he thrusted again. Her fingers tangled into his hair and clawed down his back, her soft moans echoing in his ears, loud enough for him to hear her silent plea for more. His hips sped up against hers, hungry for her. "Rach..." He managed through a groan of pleasure, not needing an answer as he saw her nod slowly, a louder moan leaving her lips as she softly said his name. York sped up one last time, his hands against her hips as he worked both himself and her over the edge, and for the moment, she didn't care who heard as she screamed out his name in pleasure, ecstacy filling her body as he slowly pulled away, pressing his lips softly to hers one last time before she rested against his body. A smile, something rare to be seen from her, graced her lips as he kissed her forehead sleepily before he mumbled softly. "You can trust me, 'Lina."

Author's notes: This was inspired by the Red vs. Blue series created by the crew at RoosterTeeth. A friend asked for this fanfiction so here it is. Hopefully I'll get my other stories updated soon as I know a lot of you are waiting for those updates. Thanks for reading!