As soon as Sarah spoke Scar realized it was a mistake, she hadnt seen what Scar did, or...She did and didn't take issue with it. It seemed apparent to Scar her mind had decided to turn traitor on her. Never before had she felt such utter confusion or fear. The entire situation felt so perilous. At that precise moment she'd rather face down a pissed off hippo then do what she was about to, lie to her best friend. "My backs a bit sore. I think it's making me cranky." Scar said light heartedly, as if it was nothing to be too concerned about as she finished pouring the wine. Setting the bottle aside Scar looked at her best friend with such a tender expression lifting a hand to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, her touch intimate and lingering, "I don't know what I'd do with out you." She said feeling more grounded just having Sarah there.<br/><br/>Picking up her wine Scar took a sip letting the flavor dance across her tongue. "So, Puck and I were talking earlier," a wicked little grin touching her lips then, "and we though of a risque little active for all of us tomorrow night after dinner if you and Martin are interested." She said letting her fingertip trace the lip of her glass as she watched Sarah closely for her responce. It was important. Scar was all but holding her breath in fact, the though of pushing Sarah away in any way was not ok. The very last thing she wanted to do was make her uncomfortable in any way, especially in thier brand new home.<br/><br/>"We were thinking it would be fun to have a naked soak in the hot tub. What do you think?" She asked, her tone playful and mildly enticing, masking the fear that near vibrated within her. But on the outside she was cool, serene even. Working around some of the most fearsome predictors on the planet you learn how to mask fear. Scar never thought she'd be using that particular skill quite like this but then again she never thought she'd be trying to get Sarah<em>and</em>her boyfriend naked with<em>her</em>boyfriend. It was certainly a new one. She hadn't felt so nervous since the first time she'd kissed Sarah.<br/><br/>That though brought a flurry of other memories to the surface. Memories of Sarah at another time, in another place. The curve of her hip,  the softness of her lips, the scent of hair, the taste of her. "It'll be fun." Scar teased flashing for a moment a lustful look Sarah would recognize from the few times they'd hooked up just for the fun of it. Scar lifted her glass to her lips her eyes sparkling with excitement as the fear tangled with potent desire. What if she could have it all, Puck and Sarah, and Martin too? What if?