Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-09-23 02:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather lisinski, tony dinozzo |
Who: Heather and Tony
Where: Cabin 006 Room B
When: After this
What: All the talk of spiders and bugs and other creepy crawly things that like to spring on you when you least expect it, can make you a little paranoid. Sometimes you need a hero to come check under the covers, so your tootsies don't get snacked on.
Status: In Progress
Rating: TBD They've been good kids so far, so who knows.
Did the covers just twitch? No, no there was no way that there was really something in her bed. It would be just to coincidental. Though the thought didn't keep her from shuttering. She wasn't sure if the front door was open or not, she hadn't checked. But he had a master key, right? So even if she didn't Tony could definitely get in.
She felt incredibly silly, asking him over for something so trivial. She wasn't positive but she could have asked Jack or Puck, maybe... Maybe Robin was right, maybe she just had to find an excuse to see him, to have him come over. The imaginary spider in the bed was good enough reason, right? He could have totally said no, and she could have totally just smacked her blankets with a shoe or something else flat and good for squishing things. But he didn't say no, he said he'd be right over. So that had to mean something right?
She wasn't entirely sure what she'd do that was spontaneous, something for shock value. Though she was tempted to change out of her teeshirt and lacy boy shorts, into something he hadn't seen yet, and open her bedroom door in it. But she wasn't brave enough, it was funny that whole week she hadn't been afraid for him to see her in anything, or nothing at all. And now, now she was a little.
Oh what the hell. Pushing herself up out of the chair she pulled off the teeshirt, and tossed it over the back. Be spontaneous, be spontaneous. Be brave damn it! Be brave! Crossing over to her dresser she yanked open the drawer that held her skimpies. Retrieving the little black lacy camisole, that went with the panties, she pulled it on. But she could only be so brave, shaking out one of the folded silky black, mid thigh length, robes, she had for her skimpier pajamas, she pulled it on and tied the belt. Yanking the tie from her hair she let it fall down around her shoulders, fingers scrambling through the dark brown strands to give the tousled look. "Don't chicken out, Heather." She mumbled to herself.