[ Clara's laugh is low and rich against Red's ear, letting herself be tugged, and then finds her mouth for a deeper kiss. Tongue swiping against her bottom lip, she lets herself melt closer, content to be here and nowhere else. For a brief moment, she does pull back enough to speak, lips brushing Red's cheek. ]

I'm happy to prove the virgin part of this situation is a complete and total lie.

[ There's something thrilling about knowing Red can't see her reaction, but Clara can see everything. Her fingers glide their way down her side, and then slip their way under the hem of her shirt, pausing and waiting for permission. ]

Or I have a deck of cards, brand new in the package.