wrongkindofsith: (Unsure what you want of me)
Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-01-07 01:28 pm

Room 418, Thursday Evening

Stretched out on her bed, door cracked open, Cara was once more attempting to read that book.

Well, it wasn't so much reading it which was the problem as the fact it didn't make any sense. It should have been clear to anyone with eyes that someone who made that big a show about their discretion then started telling anyone who'd listen about how terribly he'd supposedly been treated wasn't the least bit trustworthy.

[open! Getting NWS in the comments.]

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Needing no good reason for a visit, Clark found himself downstairs in front of Cara's door. He tapped lightly as he pushed it open a bit, looking surprised to find Cara with a book in her hands. "Hey..."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"What, hiding a romance novel?" Clark asked, staring a little extra hard to see the cover through her pillow. "Wait, you're reading the classics?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be one of the best books ever." Not that he would know.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, because Cara could talk about dense given the company she kept. "Oh, they're pretty bad," he smiled, moving inside and taking a seat. "Were you thinking of reading them all?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"And now you're going to tell me what better you have in mind, right? Just going off that look on your face," Clark teased, not minding in the least. He wasn't that dense.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Did I?" Clark asked innocently. "Oh, you mean talking survival with Bobby?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't know; they've never really worked on me," Clark shared.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" Clark's eyebrow lifted. "Why would I need to?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Watch Clark gulp as he worried about how this was going to end up for him. "Well, as powerful as some glares are, if there's a strong enough will to move... You're gonna make me stay while you glare at me now, aren't you?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"...do I dare ask what kind of fun you're getting at here?" A year ago, he would've been totally freaked out. Now, he trusted Cara not to do anything totally stupid.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"My belt?" Clark looked down. "But it's kind of busy holding up my pants..."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"What? Am I supposed to assume you always want my pants to fall off?"

Um. "Wait, don't answer that." He unbuckled his belt and slipped it off.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Like this?" He stood as she was, in a rather perfect position to be tied up. He tried not to look like a total doofus in the process, but it was more difficult than one might assume.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Clark watched as she ran his belt around his wrists with something akin to curiosity. "I take it you've done this a lot?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
It was an interesting endeavor without hands, but Clark was rather super capable of moving the way he wished and he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. "Are you going to order me around in short phrases all night?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-07 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Clark couldn't help smiling at her. "I admit, you're hard to resist when you get like that." Wasn't that how they'd gotten together, after all?

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"With orders like that, I think I might even like it." Clark did as told, shifting until comfort was mostly achieved, his arms stretched over his head, clothes far too intact.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes tried to follow what she was doing with his tied hands. "Uh, it's not my favorite...oh! No, I don't care about this shirt." Cara wanting to rip it off made it maybe his favorite new remnant.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
With Cara looking at him that way, there was really no choice but to get seriously interested in the whole idea. "Liking how it's working so far?" Clark asked from where he was completely unable to do more than look and comment.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm learning to fast," he assured her, licking his lips. "Are the gloves really necessary?"

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You know I'd help, but I'm a little tied up here," Clark said, voice light and teasing.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Clark was rather beside himself with how she looked while doing this. While he could break free, the idea of not being able too gave a totally different feel to the way she sat on top of him and slapped at him with gloves.