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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-11-25 12:20 pm

Room 418, Wednesday Night After Radio

Instead of her usual post-radio bed-flop (talking that much was draining, all right?), Cara was pacing, fingers drumming restlessly against her thighs.

She mightn't have worn a hole in the carpet yet, but given the tension in her shoulders it was only a matter of time.

[Expecting one.]

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Clark had the strange habit of showing up just at the very wrong moment for things. He thought he was being a good boyfriend-y type by sneaking down to Cara's room after her broadcast since there were no classes tomorrow and he had hopes of freaking her out with visions of giant balloons on television.

Thus with the slight tapping on the door and the large farmboy standing in the hallway looking far too happy.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Cara." It was pretty obvious to him that she wasn't thrilled with seeing him there. There was no grabbing or leering smile. "This a bad time?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I did...I mean, I still do." Especially if there was the chance that Cara was in the mood for conversation.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Clark entered the room, having a glance around before taking up a spot on her bed without invitation. "Things have been quiet lately, huh?" His small talk could use work.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Including the Mord'Sith," he added, going for some levity as he watched her move back and forth. "Why are you pacing?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Excuse Clark's fear. Usually these conversations ended with him leaning forlornly against a fencepost and feeling like he should be listening to Lifehouse. "What are we talking about?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean when you admitted you cared about me? You know you can't take that back, right?" Because he was clinging to it.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"What about it?" Clark was maintaining that viewpoint, thanks.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh, no I'm not." Clark should be more used to people telling him he was wrong.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Clark so wasn't believing this. "Just because you're Mord'Sith doesn't mean you have to be bad. You're good Cara, I can tell. I've seen it."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"So what's it mean?" Clark asked, just going for it. It might stop both of them from assuming what his reaction would be. "Come on, I deserve to know if it makes you get like this and assume I'm making a bad choice here."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
It showed how much Clark trusted both his invulnerability and Cara when he held out his hand without hesitation and without any clue what she was doing with her dildo thing.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
The moment the agiel touched his skin, Clark felt pain. It was nothing like he'd felt from any colored meteor rocks and he couldn't help crying out from the shock of the sensation. It took all his willpower not to pull back or curl in on himself as his body so desperately desired. Instead, Clark pushed through the pain enough to look up at her face. "Wha-- why?"