Room 418, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

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]

"Not really," she replied distractedly, her eyes focused on his mouth. "I'm starting to feel overdressed."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"You know I'd help, but I'm a little tied up here," Clark said, voice light and teasing.

[wrongkindofsith]

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.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

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.

[wrongkindofsith]

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.