Kara and Aria - Day 5 after OG arrival

[only_one_rule]

After several days of hard work the suite was almost liveable, especially after Aria had dragged up a selection of furniture from several of the recreation rooms - she was sure nobody would miss it. Her bed was just a pile of cushions on the floor and the walls still smelled of smoke and ash but she liked it that way; it gave the place an edge, reminded her not to get too comfortable in their new-found luxury.

The only thing left to do was to finish decorating it, which is why Kara went to seek her out she found her elbow deep in one of the closets on the second floor, a pile of lamps and other accessories slowly growing on the floor just outside. Aria looked almost embarrassed for a moment to have been caught doing something as mundane as rooting around in a closet, but she soon composed herself and gave Kara a friendly enough nod. "Thrace. Don't tell me you're looking to redecorate too."

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[grabyourgun]

"Not so much, no." Kara had responded to withdrawal by taking an almost obsessive amount of care with her body-- she'd already run five miles that day, and was fresh from her second shower. It wasn't enough to hide the red rims to her eyes, or the way her hands couldn't quite be trusted not to tremble, but at least she wasn't sweating through her clothes. Yet.

"On my way up here, I was trying to figure out what the odds were that you wouldn't gloat if I came and asked you for a fix. Probably slim to none, right?"

Her smile was as unsteady as her hands, but she thought that might work to her advantage. Aria was no fool-- she wouldn't miss the fact that Kara hadn't asked her for anything, yet-- and the more she thought she had Kara at a disadvantage, the more Kara might learn about what her game was.

The fact that she might actually have the advantage wasn't something Kara let herself think too hard about.