Cara (
wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-01-07 01:28 pm
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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.
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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.
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Total coincidence she looked at Clark then. He was in the room, it was only polite.
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That wasn't a smirk on her face, really.
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He'd look so pretty when she actually got him tied up.
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Um. "Wait, don't answer that." He unbuckled his belt and slipped it off.
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"Exactly like that." She quickly went to loop the leather around his wrists, sure any Mord'Sith worth her leathers would be able to wriggle her way out of this particular binding given a chance, or he could just break the belt, but that wasn't the point.
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Since this was supposed to be fun for both of them.
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Once she'd taken care of the pesky thing, she sat back a moment to admire her handiwork. Several moments. There was rather a lot of him after all.
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There was a reason she looked like the cat which not only gotten the canary, but also found its way into the dairy.
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If she took her time about unbuckling her belt and reaching behind her back to unlace her leathers, well, she really did want to ensure she had his undivided attention.