Cara (
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.]
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.]

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Quelling an involuntary thrill of anticipation and using her free hand to take hold of his, she pressed the tip of the agiel firmly against his palm.
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"As much now as the first time I ever felt its touch." From her tone, she could have been talking about the weather.
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There, she'd said it.
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Slowly.
"Have you tortured anyone here?"
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To put things lightly.
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