Room 415, Tuesday Evening

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra had been dreading - and looking forward to - this moment since Sunday. She had tried on both of her dresses before deciding neither of them made her feel very comfortable, and comfortable was something she should be - so she was wearing her nicest sweater and trousers, all black and eggplant. She was still fidgeting with it. Perhaps she

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[gavegoodface]

Face was in fact wearing his suit. And he'd brought flowers.

Also he was early, so he stood in the hallway for longer than was probably necessary before knocking.

[gavegoodface]

Face might have said something about her being a woman of action, but that might have led to less kissing, so instead he removed his hands long enough to help get his (amazing) jacket all the way off before putting them back, albeit somewhere higher this time.

[seeks_truth]

He was welcome to put his hands wherever he liked. Cassandra was unlikely to object.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and took a few steps back, tugging him towards the bed.

[gavegoodface]

Which was brilliant because Face was developing a few plans of his own involving his hands and Cassandra that would hopefully only result in metaphorical explosions.

And, lo, there was the bed, which as far as Face was concerned was also brilliant.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra kissed him deeply one last time. Then she sat down on the bed, tugging her sweater over her head as fast as she could.

Good thing she hadn't actually put on a complicated dress or anything.

[gavegoodface]

Thank the Force, the Maker, or whatever deity it was that looked out for hormonal teenagers.

Face started kissing her again, trailing his lips down her neck and chest.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra sighed softly, her hand sliding into his hair.

Well, that one hand. The other one had wound up on his behind, by some hormonal teenage magic.

[gavegoodface]

Hormonal teen magic was the best kind of magic, and not just because it wouldn't have Cassandra breaking out the weapons.

Encouraged by her response, Face kept kissing downwards, smoothing his hand up to cup the breast he didn't have his mouth on.

[seeks_truth]

A pleasant burst of feeling spooked through her skin. Cassandra gasped, her fingers clinging more tightly to him. "Much better," she whispered, though she wasn't sure why.

[gavegoodface]

Because breasts were awesome, that's why, Cassandra's in particular.

No, Face, that probably wasn't the right answer.

[seeks_truth]

He had not said that aloud, but somehow she was pretty sure she could hear him thinking it. Since his mouth was on her breasts, though, Cassandra was inclinded to do nothing more but roll her eyes.

And flop back onto the bed, tugging Garik along with her.

[gavegoodface]

Face caught himself before he could ruin the mood by landing on her, and leant in to kiss her properly before shifting down to kiss along her stomach.

He'd just had a brilliant idea.

[seeks_truth]

Oh dear.

Cassandra ran her fingers through his hair, trailing them all the way down the back of his neck, and--

"You are still wearing a shirt," she sighed, unwilling to move again, considering which way he was going.

[gavegoodface]

"I can fix that."

Face was coordinated, he could totally keep kissing down her belly while taking his shirt off. He just wouldn't look very suave doing it.

[seeks_truth]

Considering what he was like usually, Cassandra actually had to laugh a little bit at that. "Inventive," she teased.

[gavegoodface]

By which she meant totally smooth and charming, right?

"I aim to please," he said, grinning up at her as he unfastened her trousers.