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Room 505, Tuesday Late Afternoon

Jan 19, 2010 16:10

So one minute there'd been an attempt at actually, finally sucking it up, saying 'the hell with it,' and kissing Francine until she couldn't breathe as a prelude to other things that . . . would have a definite impact on breathing ( Read more... )

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thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 00:35:05 UTC

Totally adorable, though the timing had made Francine less inclined to go awwwww and more inclined to throw a lamp or two at the wall. Not that she had, but she'd thought about it, dang it.

Now, she was sprawled on her bed looking down at the expression of the small, fuzzy, totally adorable bunny resting on her stomach. "You know, if you keep that up, your face is gonna freeze that way."

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 00:49:08 UTC

Oh, screw that, her face was probably already frozen that way, and don't think if Katchoo had had bigger paws (never mind the opposable thumbs) she wouldn't have thrown a lamp or two through the frikkin' window by now.

What she did end up doing was sort of . . . pawing at Francine's stomach and twitching both ears.

Stupid, stupid universe. Stupid timing, stupid Fandom, stupid --

"-- CAN'T EVEN BLAME IT ON ANYONE THIS TIME, WHAT THE GODDAMN $*(!# HELL, COULDN'T THAT HAVE WAITED ONE STUPID DAY?"

. . . oh, hello. It was a lot louder in here. Also cold.

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 00:51:18 UTC

Oh look, a naked girl.

OH LOOK, A NAKED GIRL.

"Katchoo--"

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 00:59:17 UTC

"-- RIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO $(!*%^($)#^@+~^!!!! --"

Oh. Voice. LOOK, TALKING.

And naked.

Sprawled out on Francine.

Know what would make Katchoo cut off a really good rant in three-hundredths of a second? Scrambling the hell off the bed before her clothes-free proximity brought on a possible freakout. Just because there wasn't a hot tub here didn't mean they couldn't find some way to bring the distastrous flailing into the situation.

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 01:04:26 UTC

The facepalm wasn't so much a facepalm as a faceslap. Then Francine was scrambling off the bed after her, and... for once not trying not to stare, because really. Seriously.

"Katchoo!"

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 02:15:35 UTC

"And I can't even blame anyone this time," Katchoo grumbled. Did it help at all that she wasn't even trying to cover up here?

Wait. Where was the flailing?

"Francie?"

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 02:18:22 UTC

Right. Not not staring. Well, kind of... not being sure where to stare, which counted, right?

Though the lily was kind of, you know. There. Really really really there and no less dirty than she remembered it just because it was on somebody else's breast. Ulp. Not just somebody else's but------

Oh God, Francine, just stop THINKING!

"I am so, so sick of this," she finally said, crossing the carpet with a surprising lack of falling on her ass for how quickly she was moving.

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 02:42:09 UTC

"Sick of what?" Because if she meant being a bunny, yeah, Katchoo was sick of it too.

Wow, Francine was moving fast. Right toward her. Note Katchoo's lack of moving out of the way.

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 02:57:37 UTC

Was that a closet door behind Katchoo? Was that supposed to be ironic or something as Francine reached for her shoulders, warm, totally not furry skin beneath her hands?

"Not doing this," she said, pushing Katchoo back against the door.

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 02:58:31 UTC

That closet door could be as ironic as it damn well wanted to be.

Katchoo, who never let herself get pushed around, backed up against the door with a solid thud and maybe, just maybe, reached out to put her hands against Francine's waist and pull her closer.

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 03:04:56 UTC

"Not doing this," Francine said, and then there was mouth on mouth, closed and then open and then about things with tongues, since that seemed to be a pretty popular subject last weekend, well, Francine might never have charged for what she was doing now but she had been Francie Firelight in another life, so yeah.

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 03:08:32 UTC

Choovanski, you idiot. She doesn't give a shit about how you used to get paid for this. That thought had been trying to jackhammer its way into Katchoo's skull for so long, some metaphorical drill bit company had made a fortune by now. If it had been racing John Henry, he'd be five mountain tunnels ahead out of sheer boredom.

Anyway, this was very strictly the exact opposite of business; there was nothing artful or calculated about Katchoo running her hands up Francine's arms while those tongue-things were keeping her too busy to comment. It wasn't gauged to apply just enough pressure to tantalize; it was something she just needed to do.

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 03:11:24 UTC

Well, she gave a shit, but only in that way where she kept wondering if maybe she might not stack up, and it was Francine so it was hard to shove that aside completely because she always wondered that, with everything, but...

Son of a bitch, stop thinking, Peters. Or maybe just say it to get it out of your head. "I want this," she whispered near Katchoo's ear, and then her mouth was on the skin below that, because what do you know, it wasn't all that interested in moving away.

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 03:16:10 UTC

Do you? Asking the question was almost instinctive. Almost but not quite, since it didn't get asked now even though she could. Even though there was nothing stopping Katchoo from pulling back and asking if Francine was sure, or telling her she better not be screwing around.

Just fingers sneaking beneath the hem of Francine's shirt and not hesitating not hesitating just trying to say without saying a word that yeah, she wanted this too.

thatsamilkshake January 20 2010, 03:25:57 UTC

Right. Yes. That. Also fingers sliding off Katchoo's shoulders to the part of her back that wasn't pressed flat against the closet door, which was awfully close to the part of her back that wasn't really her back anymore.

"I just... " And that sounded like something that might make Katchoo stop, which wasn't what she wanted at all, was exactly what she was trying to say something about. "I just need..."

thismaskiwear January 20 2010, 03:30:30 UTC

There'd be a faint but perceptible shiver triggered by the path Francine's fingers were taking, if Francine was paying attention.

And there was warm skin beneath fingers -- she'd missed having those -- and a look in Katchoo's eyes that said she might just be hoping she could fill in the rest of that sentence with something that didn't in any way, shape or form mean stop. It also had something like a question about that shirt her hands were well beneath now.

Namely, do we really need this? Do we?

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