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Cara ([personal profile] 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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wrongkindofsith: (How you doin?)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-01-08 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, Cara should probably have taken care of that first. "How fond are you of that shirt?" she asked, as she secured his hands to the headboard, again, this would hardly hold up to determined effort, but that wasn't what she was aiming for.

[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.
wrongkindofsith: (In these halls where youth rejoices)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-01-08 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Good."

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.

[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.
wrongkindofsith: (Oh hai thar pretty boy)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-01-08 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Cara moved to straddle his waist. "Very much so," she replied, tracing gloved fingertips over his chest. "You?"

[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?"
wrongkindofsith: (The boy's job is to do what he's told)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-01-08 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really," she replied distractedly, her eyes focused on his mouth. "I'm starting to feel overdressed."

[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.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-01-08 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
One advantage of pulling her gloves off was that she now had something to (gently) hit his chest with. "I had noticed that."

There was a reason she looked like the cat which not only gotten the canary, but also found its way into the dairy.

[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.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2011-01-08 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Not an unpleasant one, Cara hoped. She grinned at him and tossed her gloves down beside the bed.

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.
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