Through the Wind and the Chill and the Rain; The Storm and the Flood

Glancing upward and away from the boy who had been her sole focus moments before, Karma straightened, hearing the familiar pattering of rain on fabric. She blinked, her gaze falling on the opening of the stands as she tried and failed to focus. Why did Hothead always have to be so darned...

...Distracting...

Pressing up into Arsen to get him off of her so she could go investigate, the girl nearly distracted herself again before wiggling out from underneath him, moving to the doorway to gaze up into the clouds. The rain had picked up, pouring down from the heavens as if He had decided to throw them a pool party. Glancing back at the boy, Karma smoothed down her shirt in afterthought, her eyes lighting briefly on the leather jacket abandoned somewhere near the stairs.

"As much as I hate to say it, Hothead, you may need to put your clothes back on." She grinned wickedly, sauntering back over to where he was, and smirking. "Or maybe not." Slipping back into his personal space, she pressed her lips against his, grinning against his lips.

"It's raining, by the way."