A/N Trigger warning. Set between season 8 & 9.

Summary : Ezekiel discovers that Carol wasn't always who she is now.

You Can't Always Get What You Want

Pulling the sheet back up, with a contended sigh, Carol told him. "That was very nice."

"Just very nice?" Ezekiel feigned offense.

"Very, very nice." She offered with a smile. "But I should get going."

She leaned over to give him a light peck on the lips. As she pulled back, Ezekiel followed after her for a longer, more lingering kiss.

"Or ..." Ezekiel countered as their lips finally parted. "You could stop treating me like a booty call and stay the night."

"Booty call?" Carol scrunched up her nose. "That doesn't sound very lyrical."

"Everyone is a theater critic." Ezekiel lamented before trying again. "How about - I want not to be in the arms of Morpheus without first having you in my arms."

"I don't know – that's an awful lot of arms going on there." Carol complained.

"My most fervent desire is that every morning upon waking I be greeted by the vision that is your loveliness."

"It sounds better, but you're really not good at the whole idea of a gradual build up. Baby steps. I haven't even spent the night yet and you're asking me to move in with you?"

"The heart wants what the heart wants and this heart wants you."

"Mmm." Carol answered noncommittally. "I should go now. I'd rather do my walk of shame under the cover of darkness. Fewer witnesses. What would poor Jerry and the rest of your court think if they saw me slinking out of here come the morning?"

"I think Jerry, for one, would be very happy for us."

"Maybe Jerry can be happy for us some other time." She leaned over to kiss him one last time.

As she started to pull away again, he flipped the two of them so that she was underneath him.

"What if I refuse to take no for an answer? What if I refuse to let you leave?" Ezekiel asked as he playfully pinned her down.

Trailing a line of kisses down her throat and across her clavicle, he asked. "What if I insist on keeping you here with me forever?"

He nipped at her ear. His voice was husky as he asked her. "What say ye to that, fair maiden?"

Not getting any more playful banter back in return, Ezekiel tilted his head back.

The look on Carol's face.

He let go immediately.

As soon as he released her, turning her back to him, she scrambled to the far side of the bed.

tbc

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