[ He really should give more thought to the situations he rashly thrusts himself into, one being how he stalks without pause toward double doors of the bathroom, only to find quite an alluring sight before him. There's a dumbfounded expression that momentarily takes to his features, before he's clearing his throat, attempting to slather his slip with a bit of derisive humor. ]
Nice to see someones taking advantage of our theft.
[It's not a slip she misses, but she knows it won't be that easy to lure in Dean Winchester. She's well aware that he doesn't like her, but she still doesn't see why hate-sex can't be a thing. She's always found it quite entertaining. But maybe the chase is part of the appeal and the reason she still even attempts to work with him and his callous attitude-well, that and she might grudgingly admit they're fairly good at what they do.
She settles a little deeper into the bubbles even as one hand stretches and rests over the edge of the tub.]
Is it? Nice to see?
[It's easy to twist Dean's words around a bit to fit the situation at hand.]
Are you going to offer me a towel, or just continue to see?
[ It's frustrating, how easily she's always managed to fluster him, and it sure as hell didn't help that he's the littlest bit tempted by the sight of her soaking in rather luxurious looking bubbles. Bela has never been a girl he'd entirely ticked off his radar, just... you know, pride and all of that. Manipulative and a total bitch, sure, but that didn't change the facts. An attractive woman was an attractive woman.
Tongue presses at the inner of his fuller lip, trying to muster up what bit of a bothered expression he can; yet he's still there. ]
[She sighs before shrugging slightly, as if she's given up on getting Dean to do anything for her. But she knew better when she first asked. But it makes it easier to blame what she's about to do on his stubbornness.
She pushes her self up in the tub and lingers where she's at long enough for the clinging bubbles to start shifting downward. Soon enough their won't be anything left to hide any of her nudity.
She reaches a hand out toward the towel rack.]
Really, now. Unless you want me to make a wet mess of the floor.
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sorry for the wait. had a crazy week
Nice to see someones taking advantage of our theft.
[ Naturally, it'd be her. ]
np, same
She settles a little deeper into the bubbles even as one hand stretches and rests over the edge of the tub.]
Is it? Nice to see?
[It's easy to twist Dean's words around a bit to fit the situation at hand.]
Are you going to offer me a towel, or just continue to see?
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Tongue presses at the inner of his fuller lip, trying to muster up what bit of a bothered expression he can; yet he's still there. ]
What do I look like, a fricken' butler?
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[She sighs before shrugging slightly, as if she's given up on getting Dean to do anything for her. But she knew better when she first asked. But it makes it easier to blame what she's about to do on his stubbornness.
She pushes her self up in the tub and lingers where she's at long enough for the clinging bubbles to start shifting downward. Soon enough their won't be anything left to hide any of her nudity.
She reaches a hand out toward the towel rack.]
Really, now. Unless you want me to make a wet mess of the floor.