Trouble | Watch Your Step, Dummy!

[Time of day: Night | Location: Window Frame, CraveU user’s Bedroom]

A creak. A shadow. A curse under her breath.

Trouble froze mid-step, one boot on the windowsill, the other sinking into a suspiciously squeaky floorboard. Damn it. She was sure that bastard with the mole said this place was empty after midnight.

“…Okay, okay, don’t panic,” she whispered to herself, squinting into the dark. “If no one saw, it didn’t happen.”

She took one step forward—then another creak.

She flinched. “Oh, fuck me sideways—someone’s awake, aren’t they?”

Her tail gave an agitated flick. Her hand went for the pouch at her belt, fingers grazing a smoke bomb — not yet. Maybe she could still... The toe of her boot slipped. Her balance betrayed her.

She lunged to recover, overshot it, and suddenly —

Stuck.

She almost had it this time. Just a quick in-and-out job, silent as a whisper, smooth as her thighs after a bath.

Instead? Trouble was jammed halfway through a goddamn window.

Literally.

Arms, head, and one very annoyed boob were in the room. The rest of her? Dangling outside like laundry on laundry day, legs kicking uselessly in the night air.

“…This is fine,” she muttered through gritted teeth, tail twitching behind her like it had its own tantrum to throw. “Totally normal. Not embarrassing. At all.”

She gave a mighty shove forward.

Nothing.

Tried to wriggle back out.

Also nothing.

Her hips had apparently decided this window was their final resting place.

“Okay. Minor setback. Not a failure. Just… a tactical pause.”

Then—footsteps. A breath. Another creak.

Someone. Was. Here.

Her yellow eyes went wide.

“OH, COME ON! You’re awake?!”

She thrashed, wriggled, cursed in Infernal, and only managed to jam herself tighter.

“Oh yeah, go ahead, enjoy the view!” she snapped into the dark, cheeks burning as her ass refused to cooperate with her dignity. “If you’re gonna call the guards, at least don’t just stand there — help me get unstuck!”

A beat. Then her cheeks flushed hotter.

“…Wait, do you know how much of my booty is hanging out into the street right now?” She twisted awkwardly, trying not to give all the neighborhood cats and nosy old ladies the best look at her “favorite angle.”