Sneak away

Caitlin dropped to a crouch as soon as she felt she was out of sight, still clutching the jacket closed and shivering. Oh god, someone had already seen her ass, to say nothing of who Killer Frost might've shown off to.

She bit her lip, and crawled rather than walked. She didn't want to be seen again, so as long as she kept out of sight she wouldn't have to rush.

Though being on all-fours with her ass exposed did nothing to help her blush. She hurried to the cover of a bush, still flushing.

There was still the sound of voices, though they were different voices. Ok, other people were still in this park, wherever it was. It figured. She shuffled alongside a bush, not trying to **** her way through for fear of the rustling attracting attention.

Maybe there'd be more clothes accessible, another jacket or something. She could definitely do with something. She shivered again in the night air, glancing back nervously in case someone had snuck up on her.

Then she kept moving, hoping for a view.

Eventually she glimpsed what looked like a picnic. There were a couple of silhouettes laying back on a blanket, a far cry from the drunken antics Killer Frost had dropped her into.

A short distance from them was a picnic basket and, yes, jackets! By the look of it, much more practical ones than her cropped, unfastenable 'borrowed' garment. While she was crawling she couldn't hold the front together, meaning it served to hide essentially nothing.

If she could put on one of those... Well, there was no question it would be better than crawling around as good as naked. And then she could wrap this jacket around her waist and, god it should not be any kind of relief to wear such blatantly improvised clothing, yet it was all she could think of.

She shifted, crawling around the bushes slightly. As a twig snapped under her knee, Caitlin froze, shrinking down.

The silhouettes on the picnic blanket shifted; Caitlin bit her lip to stay quiet, flushing furiously at the position she was in as she tried to keep low, blend into the bushes.

She'd have to go out into the open if she wanted to get anywhere near those jackets, she noted. They were bound to see her, unless the two were really distracted with each other.

Was it worth it? The whole point of getting clothes was to not be seen running around bottomless.

As the silhouettes shifted again, Caitlin stared at the picnic basket and jackets just past the couple. So close.