A Suite at the Four Seasons Baltimore, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had had no interest in going on the camping trip, because frankly, choosing to go out into the wilderness without any of the luxuries they had in this place for fun was mad. Richard would probably love the idea

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[harpy_daughter]

"Mmmm. Very pretty, sugar." SURREAL STOP CHECKING OUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND QUITE SO OBVIOUSLY.

She wandered into the room to poke at chairs and pillows and, yes, check out the actual view. "Think these windows open?" she asked idly, tapping at the glass. "I feel like we're up in the sky."

[wrongkindofsith]

Like Cara was ever going to have a leg to stand on about a lack of subtlety.

She came over to join her by the window. To check for hinges. That it put her back in Surreal's personal space was purely a coincidence. "I think only the ones with balconies open," she said. "Less chance of idiots deciding being this high means they can fly."

[harpy_daughter]

"Aw, but what if we find an idiot and decide to help him fill his dream of flying?" Surreal pouted, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "It would be fun!"

Surreal, no. No picking up frat boys and tossing them out the window.

[wrongkindofsith]

At least not when they wouldn't survive the landing. Cara snorted and went to rest her chin on Surreal's shoulder. "Maybe if we were on a lower floor. I don't want to find another hotel."

Also because it was wrong, Cara.

[harpy_daughter]

"Spoilsport," she chuckled, tipping her head just slightly so that she could bop Cara. "I'd catch them before they hit the ground. Probably."

"But I don't want to make you find a new hotel, not when you went through all this trouble for little old me."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara made a token noise of protest, even as she relaxed into the contact. "You say that like it's a hardship to spend time with you." Which she could have done just as easily back on the island. Rather than wait for Surreal to point that out, she nuzzled her ear, which as distractions went, was blatant but usually effective.

"Besides did you hear what they said about the baths?" Spa, Cara, the word you were looking for was spa.

[harpy_daughter]

"I did! Fluffy robes, steam rooms, and don't need a swimsuit like we do on the island," she laughed, slinging an arm around Cara's waist. "Think we'll leave the baths at all?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"We'll probably need to sleep at some point," Cara replied after a moment's consideration. "And they're probably just as disapproving about some activities, no matter what they say about 'private and exclusive'."

[harpy_daughter]

"Well, some activities are a bad idea if you've been in a steam room for hours and haven't eaten," Surreal capitulated, "--and you shouldn't fall asleep in one for too long. Still, I'm up for as much pampering as I can fit in a day."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I'm sure you deserve it." And Cara needed it, not that she'd admit that. "We'll just have to remember to take breaks to eat something." That last was added completely innocently.

[harpy_daughter]

"Darkness," Surreal swore, rolling her eyes. "I'd swear our house mother is a sadist, but I've met Sadi. 'Smile more, Surreal,' my ass."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Sounds like torture," Cara said with actual sincerity. She smoothed her hand down Surreal's back. "At least you can stab Sadi."

[harpy_daughter]

"I can, and I do," she admitted with a grin. "A girl has to practice her killing cuts somehow, and dummies don't quite cut it."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara grinned back, hooking her fingers in Surreal's belt and trying to tug her closer, if that was even possible. "And if any connect, it's his own fault for not practising enough."

[harpy_daughter]

"See, that's what I said, but he got so grumpy after that last garroting attempt," Surreal sighed, shaking her head with mock-woe as she let herself get tugged, her grin widening. "You'd think he's be impressed that I got the drop on him, but no. Just bitching and moaning."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Sounds like he's jealous of your skill," Cara decided, luxuriating in the feeling of contact, even through through their clothing. "As he should be."