<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Own Bedroom<br/><strong>Music: None<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Corset and Red Skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/53/dc/01/53dc011dff786149f16010caa5dc9681.jpg)<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/><em>"We both care about her, but barely care about each other. We need to fix that,"</em><br/><br/>Cassidy's teeth clenched tightly as he spoke, her muscles tensing. What did he know? He was ruining everything. He was the last link to Erica's past, and all she had to do was reach out and snap his fucking neck. Yet, she found herself unable to. Why? Was it because she cared for Erica just as much as Alfred?<br/><br/>Her head swam with questions. She didn't like second guessing herself, so she returned to doing something she DID have control over. She gripped him by his neck and pulled him close as she covered his neck in firm kisses. "Get on the bed. Now." she commanded in a rough voice.<br/><br/>When she walked away from him, she slowly began undressing herself, until she stood naked before him. White skin, with not a blemish on it. Large breasts and pale pink nipples that were fully hard. Her naked sex glistened in what could only be his saliva as she walked over to her desk and produced two pairs of hand cuffs. A sultry grin appeared on her face as she sauntered over to the bed, a savage hunger in her eyes.