Eliana arched a brow at Cassie, wondering why the girl had frozen in place but then she shrugged her shoulders, letting her hands drop to the hem of her shirt so she could tug it up over her head. Once the lacy shirt had been peeled off of her curvy form, she opened her hand, letting the material flutter silently to the floor and she cast one more mischevious look back at Rich and the camera before sliding a knee onto the bed beside Fran.<br/><br/>She paused, waiting a moment to see if the movement upon the mattress would stir him but when the muscular form in front of her continued its soft, steady breathing Eliana crawled fully upon the bed. Twisting her hair up, she pushed it behind her shoulders as she dipped in, running the very tip of her tongue up along Fran's exposed chest as her free hand began to slowly slide the cotton sheets off of his sleeping form.