Room 528 -- Wednesday Morning

[icecoldfrost]

It was lucky for Emma that ermines likes burrowing into things, such as blankets. Because it meant when she woke up person-shaped (and without clothes) on Wednesday morning, she wasn't freezing or in a hideously embarrassing situation. Well, no more embarrassing than being a rather cuddly ermine had been in the first place.

Blanket firmly wrapped around herself, Emma hopped out of bed and headed over to her dresser to pick out some clothes and find her shampoo. After a week of being small and furry, a hot shower and something to wear that wasn't a blue ribbon sounded fantastic.

[OOC: For the roomie, should she wish, and open to other visitors once Emma is happily clothed.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"I'm not much good at trusting," Jack admitted. "I don't expect to be able to just trust people. I should have known better."

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes, you should have." Her lips quirked into a small smile. "But are any of us any good at it?"

Really. Look at their friends.

[bitten_notshy]

"Nobody I know, I'm afraid," Jack said ruefully. "I guess we get to make it up as we go along."

[icecoldfrost]

She held out a hand to tug him closer. "That means we get to make our own rules, though, which could be fun."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack did not fight the tug, bumping her with his hip. "Or we could throw out the notion of rules all together."

[icecoldfrost]

"If we don't have rules, how will I know if I'm doing it right?" Emma asked, letting her free hand brush against his waist.

[bitten_notshy]

"I think we're doing all right if we're both happy," Jack said, reaching down to trace his fingertips over hers. "I missed your hands too."

[icecoldfrost]

"I didn't miss your hands, I found them just fine," she teased, turning her hand under his to run her thumb over some of the tiny bite marks. "More than I few times, if I remember correctly."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm going to turn into something with horrible fangs, just out of spite," Jack informed her airily.

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't put yourself out on my account," Emma replied dryly. "I think I can manage just fine if you stay Jack-shaped."

After all, when it came to fangs, she wasn't the one with that particular kink.