Cuddle Fuddle: Engine Heart (3)
Her wrist hurts. Awkward angles, awkward night. Grace is moaning, like, really fucking loudly. Kat’s fingers are working in and out. Bites Grace’s ears, feels Grace clench around her fingers. Sighs.
“All figured out then?” Kat asks. Knows it’s a pointless question; asks it anyway.
Grace kisses her. She doesn’t even feel it.
“Thank you, Kitty. I needed that.” Grace sits up, readjusts her shirt.
A harrowing feeling sets in. Doesn’t like it. Inquires, “What happened?” while running her hands over her own ribs. She wants to get off. Knows that there’s no chance that Grace will help. She figures that Grace doesn’t even know what the fuck a girl’s “anatomy” looks like. Thinks back to the time Grace tried to eat her out. Cringes. Adds it to the-events-that-will-never-happen-again list.
“Caught him cheating for the fourth time. And with that fucking slag Amelie. I’m so much fucking prettier than her. I mean, would you shag Amelie?” Grace plops back down.
Kat tries to recall what Amelie looks like. Can’t remember, so imagines a French version of Lily. “No, I wouldn’t.” She bites her tongue as she says it, almost hurts her. Lifts her hands up. Notices the slight glisten remaining on her fingertips.
“Good. You better not shag Amelie. I couldn’t stand two people cheating on me with the same whore.” Grace giggles.
“So if I shagged another whore, it would be alright then?” Kat looks at the brunette beside her.
Grace smiles, leans forward; kisses Kat. “’Course not. But it would be better than shagging Amelie. Don’t forget Kitty. We made a deal. You had your fun at Mountview-Especially with that silent girl. Christ, she was so weird. What was her name?”
Kat swallows. The conversation is starting down a path she never wanted to revisit. Starts to resent Grace. “Lily.” It’s a murmur. Barely audible. Wants to breath it back in, but Grace hears it.
“Oh yeah! God that first night was horrible! James went to hospital, Derek got into a fight…surprisingly, and then I caught you and her-going at it, all lovey-dovey. You went all mental afterwards. Fucking hilarious. And then you never said a word to her after. And she like, well, she didn’t talk to anybody. Like you permanently scarred her, Kitty.”
“Look at the time. I have work tomorrow. Bye.” Only she doesn’t, because it’s a Saturday night, and tomorrows Sunday, and Simon isn’t cruel enough to make them work on a Sunday, but Kat grabs her shirt, and rushes out the door.
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Stops out side on the street, takes a deep breath, tries not to cry, lights up a fag, walks home.
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She wakes up to a blonde Kaya studiously watching her.
“Morning, young hobbit.” Kaya sits on the bed, strokes Kat’s hair.
“Has any body told you that you are the weirdest person known to man-kind?” Her voice barely there.
“Ah yes, but to the Elvin kind, there are many weirder than me.” Kaya smiles. Kat melts a little. “You snore. Has anybody told you that?”
“I do not!”
“I’ve been here since 9. Yes you do.”
“And thus begins the day where Kathryn Prescott discovers that under Kaya Scodelario’s beauty exists a true creeper.”
“It’s not like I’ve been watching you the whole time. I am friends with your sister, you know. We had a lovely chat.”
“Oh God. I don’t even want to know.” Kat rubs her eyes, takes a better look at Kaya. The realization dawns on her: Kaya’s in full Legolas costume. “Did you seriously walk here in that?”
“I can drive. So. No. I did not.”
“Weirdo. Can you go away now, so I can, you know, put on clothes?”
“Oh but I like you so much better when you’re naked.”
Kat’s jaw drops open.
“It’s a song, Kat. Ida Maria? Don’t get all excited.” Kaya suddenly pulls the covers off of Kat. Kat screams, half attempts to cover her self. “Your body isn’t that special, darling. Now up you go. I’ve got your clothes all ready.” Kaya holds up a packaged Frodo costume.
“You are quite literally the weirdest person I know. Elf, or not.” Grabs the Frodo costume, for coverage.
“And yet somehow, you still love me.” Kaya quirks one eyebrow, walks out of the room.
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They watch the entire trilogy of Lord Of the Rings, in full costume. Meg laughs, but watches anyway, comments on how “fucking fit Orlando Bloom is. Like, I’ll totally bear his children, no problem.” Under robes, Kaya grabs Kat’s hand, thumbs her palm. Kat starts to tingle everywhere. Doesn’t even mind. Actually starts to enjoy Lord of the Rings.
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Almost dies when Sally Phillips arrives on set.
“Stop staring.” Lily whispers in her ear.
“What?”
“Stop. Staring.”
“Oh.” Kat brings her eyes to the wall.
“Ok, now you just look like you’re high, and rather fascinated by the wall.” Lily giggles, and takes Kat’s face in her hands; brings it towards her own face. “There we go. How about a normal conversation with your amazing co-star?”
“Fine. If you insist.”
“I do.”
“Ever played Slide?” Kat realizes how close her face is to Lily’s. Pulls back a little.
“No.”
“Do you want to play?”
“Does it require actually sliding?”
Kat laughs, feels the tension between them lift, “Thankfully it does not.”
“Then bring it on, Kitty.”
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Apparently trying to teach Lily Loveless a hand game results in 10 minutes of laughing.
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“How is it that you can be so bad at a hand game?” She rubs her head. Tries to figure out how Lily ended up smacking her forehead.
“It’s possible, thank you very much.” Lily pouts
“Yeah well, remind me never to even bring up a hand game in your presence again.”
“Deal.” Lily smiles.
“Kat, and Lily! You’re needed.” Mike runs down the stairs.
Somehow hands entwine.
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The entire crew is singing I Kissed A Girl.
Kat thinks that it can’t help. Looks at Lily, watches for signs of a melt down. Doesn’t find any.
--
They keep giggling. Like they’ve never kissed before.
First time, they bump noses.
Second time, they smack teeth.
Third time, Lily bites Kat’s lip.
Fourth time, Kat bites Lily’s lip in retaliation.
Fifth time, it’s perfectly awkward, and oddly satisfying.
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After her 200th brownie, Kat vows that she’ll never touch a brownie again.
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Simon is aggravated. Lisa won’t stop laughing when Sally starts dancing. He tells her to think of dead things. Lisa asks “Like, what?” In a fluster, Simon snaps, “I don’t know, Lisa. Like fucking hobbits, or something small and cute.” Which makes both Kat and Kaya start laughing. People start looking at them like they’re evil. Makes them both laugh even more.
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“You’re a dirty dancer, Kathryn Prescott.” Kaya whispers in her ear, while they dance to Living on a Prayer.
Kat smiles, leans more into Kaya. Feels small hands on her hips. Makes her jump a little, causing Kaya to stumble backwards. Kat feels like time has been set in slow mo. She sees Meg shooting a hand towards her, and Lily laughing. A hand suddenly snakes up under her shirt, groping for something to hold onto. Hears Kaya shout, “Fuck” as she hits the ground, taking the curtains down with her. Kat tumbles over Kaya’s body, hits the wall with a soft thud.
“I’m good!” Kat begins to stand up, but her sock gets caught on a nail in the wall. She performs a face plant.
Simon throws a hissy fit.
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“I believe I’ve officially felt you up, Kat.” Kaya giggles, as they all snuggle on the couch.