<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clark<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Amusement<hr/>Of course he hadn't<em>only</em>seen her tits. How utterly boring. It might have started there but Desi had pushed past that line and kept right on rolling into new territory. Both for his sake and her own. So many men were leg or butt men it seemed, while so few seemed to pay the sort of attention she felt breasts, her breasts specifically, deserved. Then again, she had no real issue having attention devoted to any part of her anatomy. As Clark well knew.<br/><br/>Actually, it probably wasn't considered normal for them to be such good friends considering the number of lines they'd crossed but it worked in so very many ways. At present that little detail was certainly working in her favor. Sure, she'd have to been seen at a kiddie party but ultimately she liked having an unspecified favor to teasingly hang over her friend's head. Desi was generally a fan of anything that helped tip the odds.<br/><br/>"Its a deal then," she agreed with a grin that was ten shades past wicked, her eyes flicking down Clark's form as if she were remembering something. His questions brought her eyes back up to his though and there was more amusement evident.<br/><br/>"Okay, come clean. Is this appearance about raising your street cred or something? Or did you lose a bet?" Her hand lifted to slide along his shoulder, her gaze becoming more direct as her fingertips danced over his neck and up to his hair. "Cuz we both know I could wear a garbage bag and still be fly as fuck, so it doesn't really matter what I wear." She kept her touch light as she toyed with the coppery strands of his hair in what was probably one of the most intimate gestures that occurred between them. "So just tell me if you're hoping I'll wear some short ass skirt only to 'forget' and bend over several times." She rolled her eyes but the looming sense of boredom was great enough that she'd actually do it. Probably. Hell, if she were being honest, now that she'd agreed her mind had already turned to ways to make the night a fun one. Maybe she'd get someone drunk enough to go streaking through the HOA meeting and shake things up a bit. They'd have to be fast but... she was getting sidetracked.<br/><br/>