lucky i was sleeping ;)

[ Amos follows all too easily, the front door of her quarters sliding close softly behind him as she leads him. If he was to contemplate it, he'd think that he didn't actually expect this to happen. But he's not exactly contemplating anything, here.

He watches the curve and sway of her hips as she leads him to her room, eyes intent on her skin. But once they're in her room - barely more than a bunk - Amos doesn't resist reaching out, pulling Clara to him, her back to his chest, his hand splayed over her stomach. When he talks, it's right against the tip of her ear as he leans close. ]

So... considering you have no pulse, how am I supposed to get your blood pumping?