Cara's Room at the Arms, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

These days, Cara rarely had the opportunity, and if she was going to be honest. somewhat less rarely the desire, to sleep late, so it made it all the more galling, when on one of the the few occasions she had both, to she woke to the sun in her eyes. She knew she should have closed the drapes last night.

Biting back a groan as she rolled out of bed, she stretched as she crossed over to the to draw the blinds and block out the offending light. At least the climate control meant she didn't have to rely on a brazier to keep the room at a comfortable temperature regardless of her state of dress. Because she couldn't be bothered trying to find her shirt right this moment.

[establishy, but open if there happen to be any courtesan-assassin-pirate-ninjas around]

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[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I take the fact that you can stand up and walk in a straight-line as a personal affront, sugar," as the response from the bed, and Surreal just pulled the sheet over her head. "I hate you."

No she didn't, because Cara was being nice and shutting the curtain.

[wrongkindofsith]

The sun vanquished, Cara made her way back to the bed. "I assure you, I'm unable to walk on the inside."

She very deliberately let herself fall on top of the Surreal-shaped lump in the blankets.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I'll stab you," came the promise from under Cara. "With poison. Or maybe I'll poison your breakfast. Very very painful poison."

[wrongkindofsith]

"You could," Cara agreed, as she made herself quite comfortable, thank you. "But you'd miss me."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"No more than usual, and I'd get to keep your weapons," the Surreal-shape pointed out. "That would be a win for me."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara started trying to tug the sheet down off Surreal's face. "Sometimes I think you only want me for my agiels."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Darkness be merciful, am I that obvious?" Surreal asked aloud, letting Cara tug the sheet down so that she could make a face at her. "Curse my lack of subtlety."

[wrongkindofsith]

"It's much more practical than my reasons." Cara made a face right back. "I'm here because I love you."

Let's not dwell on how long exactly it had taken her to be able to say that to her at all, let alone in jest.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"More the fool you," she retorted cheerfully, reaching up to tweak her girlfriend's nose. "People in love with deadly assassins on vendetta tend not to live long lives."

[wrongkindofsith]

If Surreal was going to do that, Cara simply had no choice but to try to catch Surreal's wrists. She felt terrible about that, really. "Neither do witches who like to tease Mord'Sith, but that's never stopped you."

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"You can't turn my magic back on me if I don't use it," Surreal pointed out reasonably, somehow stretching like a cat despite being her wrists being held hostage by a silly Mord'Sith. "Charm, however, leaves you defenseless, sugar."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was very put out by the refusal to stay still, you could tell by the way she was stroking Surreal's pulse points with her thumbs. "So I'd be in trouble if I found you charming." Which she did, but saying so would ruin the game.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I'd say you're already in trouble, since you're right where I want you," Surreal pointed out. "Get back under the blankets, woman. It's too early to be up when we don't have some job to do."

[wrongkindofsith]

"If I'm not under the blankets, I'm hardly where you want me," Cara pointed out, even as she wasted very little time doing exactly what Surreal'd told her to, even if she had to let go of her wrists to do so. Instead she draped a possessive arm over her waist. "No jobs. No work for either of us this weekend."