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wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-07-18 05:22 am
wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-07-18 05:22 am
The Abandoned Shack, Early Saturday Morning
Cara was not the kind of person to come slowly to wakefulness. Mord'Sith training saw to that. But there were times it took several minutes to realise and remember where exactly she was waking up. Today was one of those times.
It wasn't that her surroundings were unfamiliar. This was far from the first time she'd woken up naked, or on bare ground, or with a not entirely unpleasant aching in her muscles. Though admittedly all three of those things at once was less common.
It was the familiarity that did it, some part of her (that she'd never acknowledge) wanting to enjoy the possessive arm draped over her side, the hand tracing circles on her belly, the hair tickling the back of her neck as a mouth moved over her shoulder, for just a little longer.
Of course, then someone had to go and ruin it by talking.
"I'd forgotten just how aggressive you used to be." Dahlia had always been insufferably smug in the morning. "Or maybe I just didn't have the perspective to properly appreciate it."
And like that, Cara's memory very helpfully chipped in with everything she'd been ignoring.
After leaving the clearing she found them in, she'd spent most of the last day and half avoiding both Leo and Dahlia. Eventually though, whether though the same magic that'd brought her to the island or simply being better at guessing where Cara might decide to hole up, Dahlia had managed to find her. Just to talk, she claimed.
But since talking was hard and fighting was easy, it hadn't been very long before a comment of Dahlia's (that in hindsight had very likely been intended to produce just that effect) had Cara reaching for an agiel. And once her blood was up, then falling into other old patterns was easier still.
She sat up, not shoving Dahlia away, but making no effort to acknowledge her presence either. Even if her gaze was drawn to the split lip the other woman was currently sporting, or the collection of teeth- and nail-marks and still darkening bruises that marred pale skin.
Once she realised what she was doing, Cara forced her eyes to anywhere-but-Dahlia. "We should get dressed."
[For one.]
It wasn't that her surroundings were unfamiliar. This was far from the first time she'd woken up naked, or on bare ground, or with a not entirely unpleasant aching in her muscles. Though admittedly all three of those things at once was less common.
It was the familiarity that did it, some part of her (that she'd never acknowledge) wanting to enjoy the possessive arm draped over her side, the hand tracing circles on her belly, the hair tickling the back of her neck as a mouth moved over her shoulder, for just a little longer.
Of course, then someone had to go and ruin it by talking.
"I'd forgotten just how aggressive you used to be." Dahlia had always been insufferably smug in the morning. "Or maybe I just didn't have the perspective to properly appreciate it."
And like that, Cara's memory very helpfully chipped in with everything she'd been ignoring.
After leaving the clearing she found them in, she'd spent most of the last day and half avoiding both Leo and Dahlia. Eventually though, whether though the same magic that'd brought her to the island or simply being better at guessing where Cara might decide to hole up, Dahlia had managed to find her. Just to talk, she claimed.
But since talking was hard and fighting was easy, it hadn't been very long before a comment of Dahlia's (that in hindsight had very likely been intended to produce just that effect) had Cara reaching for an agiel. And once her blood was up, then falling into other old patterns was easier still.
She sat up, not shoving Dahlia away, but making no effort to acknowledge her presence either. Even if her gaze was drawn to the split lip the other woman was currently sporting, or the collection of teeth- and nail-marks and still darkening bruises that marred pale skin.
Once she realised what she was doing, Cara forced her eyes to anywhere-but-Dahlia. "We should get dressed."
[For one.]