Room 418, Wednesday Night After Radio

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara	After making her way back to her room from the radio station, Cara collapsed back into the bed in a sprawl that was anything but elegant. She'd move to take her boots off in just a moment...or not, it wasn't like she hadn't slept in them before.
Clark Kent	Having stayed up and listened to the broadcast, Clark thought it might be nice to surprise Cara with a late night visit. Rapping gently on her door, he glanced around the hallway, half expecting someone to bust him.
Cara	Cara who despite the icon was still fully dressed debated getting up to answer the door before deciding she had good reflexes that she could get to her agiels quickly enough if it turned out to be someone with ill-intentions. "It's unlocked."
Clark Kent	His intentions weren't exactly innocent, but Clark let himself in the room anyway. "Hey," Clark greeted her before registering that maybe she was tired. "Oh, if this is a bad time, I can come back?"
Cara	There were some things Cara would never be too tired for. She was Mord'Sith, she had endurance, dammit. She propped herself up on one elbow, grinning. "It's a perfect time."
Clark Kent	"Oh good," Clark shut the door behind him with a bright grin. "I thought you might like some company tonight." Meaning he'd stayed up waiting to make this little journey downstairs.
Cara	"You mean other than the squirrels?" Cara asked, failing miserably at seeming innocent.
Clark Kent	Clark made his way over toward her bed, enjoying that she wasn't innocent and he wasn't too likely to trip over his tongue in this conversation. "Well, if you think they have something better than what I can offer..."
Cara	"Well, they don't wear very many clothes," Cara pointed out. Someone was in a playful mood tonight.
Clark Kent	"So you're saying I wear too much?" Clark asked, shaking his head in amusement as he tugged off his red t-shirt. "Maybe I can make you reconsider."
Cara	"Maybe you can." Cara made absolutely no effort to hide the way she was looking him over. Poor Clark, to be treated like a piece of meat. Tasty, tasty meat.
Clark Kent	Clark would never grow fully accustomed to that predatory look in Cara's eyes. And still he couldn't help moving closer and leaning over her before responding. "I'm lucky you always give me a second chance."
Cara	And Cara hadn't even gotten around to tying him up yet. "You are," she agreed, sitting up slightly. "Must be something about you that makes me want to." Which would be one of the many things she was trying not to examine too closely.
Clark Kent	"I'm gonna guess it's not my wit," Clark said, laughing lightly. "And probably not the Kansas charm..." Though that charm was what had him leaning in to see if he couldn't snag a kiss.
Cara	Astonishingly enough, Cara was quite happy to let a kiss be snagged. More than one, even. Must have been the charm. "What does that leave us with?"
Clark Kent	"Way too much leather," Clark said, pulling back with just the slightest smirk.
Cara	Okay, maybe Cara liked that smirk a touch too much. She raised one eyebrow. "And are you going to do something about that?"
Clark Kent	"No, I thought I'd see what you did," Clark teased since she was doing that cute eyebrow thing. It seemed appropriate.
Cara	Whatever Clark had expected her to do, it probably didn't involve what happened next. From the confused and outraged chittering emanating from the pile of suddenly much emptier leathers on the bed, neither had Cara. At least she wasn't wearing too much leather any more?
Clark Kent	Clark's eyes had probably never been wider than the moment Cara became a pile of clothes...that sounded like rats were living in. "Cara!" Clark cried out, turning in a circle of confusion. "That was not what I meant!"
Cara	Cara would have been very surprised if he had. A very small, very fuzzy head poked out of the pile of leathers, still chittering furiously. This was the capper to the perfect day. Really it was.
Clark Kent	...okay that was too cute for words and Clark leaned down to have a closer look. "Cara?" Clark asked, confusedly. "Oh right, like it could be anyone else."
Cara	Cara was not cute. Cara was never cute except when she was. She was a chipmunk! If Clark had had any remaining doubts as to her identity, the look of chipmunkly disdain and outrage should have cleared things up.
Clark Kent	Clark wasn't going to laugh at her outrage. He wasn't. Really. Okay, maybe a little snicker.
Cara	Cara bounded (because chipmunks weren't really capable of stalking) over to Clark and attempted to start climbing him. Invulnerable or not, she would bite him if he wasn't careful.
Clark Kent	Biting was not polite and would earn her a judgmental lecture - invulnerable or not. "Wow you climb like a happy creature," Clark teased as she climbed him, thinking how he should get a shirt with a pocket. "Uh, not that I'm saying you're happy."
Cara	Cara was very good at ignoring lectures when the mood struck her, especially when it was for something she thought worth it. If she'd ever thought he was ridiculously tall when she was human sized, it paled in comparison now. Finally making it up onto his shoulder, she started grooming her tail, making it quite clear she was ignoring him for the happy creature remark.
Clark Kent	"Hey!" Clark complained. "If you're gonna clean your fur, you can hang out somewhere else." He reached to poke at her tiny chipmunk side with one finger.
Cara	Now Clark had a glaring, sulking chipmunk on his shoulder. Who was most definitely not cute. At all.

[NFB (obs.), NFI, preplayed with the wonderful redandblueblur.]