Elle had taken an extra hour getting ready that morning--making sure that her hair was wavy and perfect and just so and that her outfit accentuated her form in ways that would drive any man a little crazy.
First, she visited Adam, just to try it out, but sometimes he could be such a bummer because he was ancient and nothing surprised him. He merely rose an eyebrow at her entrance, sighed in exasperation when she insisted on burning him to a crisp just the start off her morning on the right foot, and took his pills obediently when he came to.
And that was no fun. She dilly-dallied in Noah's office for a little while--he was out on assignment, apparently--and she snooped around his files to pass some time before visiting her new favorite toy. She didn't want to appear eager, now.
She was also a little nervous, for reasons she didn't care to think about, but still nagged the back of her mind relentlessly--like how she still cared whether he lived or died, and how it felt to be close to him again, and how he didn't hate her and he'd kissed her back.
Eventually she'd just given in and found herself at his cell--she knew he was on pills, of course, and they'd brought him new clothes, on her orders, but there was something equally jarring and exciting to see him free of those restraints.
She locked the door behind her and grinned. "Hey there."
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Date: 2009-07-07 06:20 pm (UTC)First, she visited Adam, just to try it out, but sometimes he could be such a bummer because he was ancient and nothing surprised him. He merely rose an eyebrow at her entrance, sighed in exasperation when she insisted on burning him to a crisp just the start off her morning on the right foot, and took his pills obediently when he came to.
And that was no fun. She dilly-dallied in Noah's office for a little while--he was out on assignment, apparently--and she snooped around his files to pass some time before visiting her new favorite toy. She didn't want to appear eager, now.
She was also a little nervous, for reasons she didn't care to think about, but still nagged the back of her mind relentlessly--like how she still cared whether he lived or died, and how it felt to be close to him again, and how he didn't hate her and he'd kissed her back.
Eventually she'd just given in and found herself at his cell--she knew he was on pills, of course, and they'd brought him new clothes, on her orders, but there was something equally jarring and exciting to see him free of those restraints.
She locked the door behind her and grinned. "Hey there."