[center] She was comfortable and terribly content in the world of sleep that Clara had finally been able to succumb to after hours upon hours of Asmodeus' abuses. She had been entirely spent, her body aching in his aftermath but she would not complain. Hell, she had asked for all of this, had practically [i]begged[/i] for it and hadn't cast a second though towards the retributions she would have to face in the wake of it all. Clara had been decidedly selfish that evening, her plan of simply drowning away her evening in bottles of wine entirely pushed aside as soon as Asmodeus had given her an option that she hadn't thought of just yet. It was an easy decision, amidst her anger towards Jaden, that she could so easily push him aside and call forth Asmodeus not only to do whatever he pleased with her, but for her to take advantage as well. Just the sheer[i]feeling[/i] of want, regardless of the hollow physicality of it all, was enough to drive her to push Jaden aside. After all, he was the only one she was supposed to be able to trust and clearly she couldn't do that, so why not take advantage of him all in the same? He had hurt her, so she had planned to hurt him back – and throughout that intoxicating and exhausting evening, she hadn't given a thought towards him.
 
Now, as she felt herself pushed aside, Jaden's sudden shout had her wincing with a groan as soon as she had collected herself in her haze of sleep. "Fuck!" Clara hissed under her breath, immediately burying her face into one of her pillows. She had rolled onto her stomach away from Jaden, the sheets still covering her lower half but part of her could care less if it was covering her or not. She hadn't known what time it was, but she still felt terribly exhausted and so very [i]hungry[/i]. Then again, judging by the way Jaden was suddenly waking up to all of this, she assumed that option wouldn't quite be on the table immediately.
 
Clara was slowly registering the fact that Jaden was back and where she thought he would be screaming at her for her choices, she was quite surprised that he hadn't remembered a thing about it. He hadn't remembered exactly what she'd done, and by the sounds of it, he didn't quite know what had entirely happened between them – how she quite frankly used and abused his body just as much as Asmodeus had done to her.
 
Amidst his frantic attempt to piece things together, Clara had only breathed a sigh as she closed her eyes, her head still buried in the pillow. She was too tired for this, and honestly, too worried to see whatever could be in his eyes in that moment. Especially when she had heard his apologies… Even for something as simple as yelling. That's what suddenly made her insides twist and made the regret surface. He wasn't angry at her because he hadn't a clue what she had done. Part of her wanted to keep it that way and yet, regardless of how hurt she'd been by him, regardless of how angry she still was, that guilt was something she couldn't quite sit with either. They'd been together for centuries and although she had wanted to hurt him terribly the evening before, now, the reward didn't feel so wonderful as she thought it would.
 
She winced as he continued to beat himself up, almost retracting into himself even then as Clara had mustered the courage to peek up from the pillow at him through tired eyes. She didn't want to sit up, her own body still protesting her own movement despite her usual strength and healing. She absolutely needed to feed, and she needed to do it soon if she wanted to climb out of that bed for the day – which she still was reluctant to. She had pulled the sheets up to wrap around her chest, breathing a deep sigh as she pushed her tousled hair from her face, shoving it over her shoulder. "Cut the shit, Jaden." She murmured as she rolled her shoulders despite the ache that she felt. She glanced down at herself, eyeing the yellowish bruises around the tops of her breasts that had started to fade, the bits of dried blood and other fluids that rested against her skin and some of her sheets. She needed a damn shower, but she still didn't have much of the energy to get up. That would have been a lovely deterrence from having to deal with Jaden – an easy distraction and yet, his words still ate at her.
 
"You didn't do shit, alright?" Clara murmured as she glanced at him for only a moment before she looked away from him. "I was pissed at you… hell, absolutely [i]hurt[/i] by you and your damn lies, and quite frankly I didn't want to see your ass for quite some time." She added as she leaned back in her place for a moment. She glanced to one of her end tables and leaned over, eyeing the bottle of wine that she had abandoned the evening before, and the broken glass that had managed to fall off her bed at some point and onto the floor. She reached into her drawer to grab a ponytail, carefully trying to keep herself covered as she faced her back towards him in an effort to tie her unruly hair up to get it out of her face. It was easier to talk when she couldn’t' see his judgement either. "And, well, [i]he[/i] showed up… and… told me how I could get back at you." Her last few words were rushed as she dropped her hands back to her lap before looking over at him. "You don't remember the fact that I came into your study again?" She asked with a raise of her brow. Part of her was almost indifferent to the situation even then, while the other part of her swelled with guilt over taking advantage of him, despite how he'd lied to her. "Anyway – I'm sure you can piece together what happened after that." She murmured, sinking back into her pillows as she glanced over herself, checking for any other bruises or anything that could have been left behind in his wake, bracing herself as she waited for everything to register before he lost it on her. [/center]