Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-08-21 08:49 pm
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Overland Park, KS, Saturday Afternoon
Kate was nervous. And she thought she had every damn right to be. This was actually the first time ever she'd brought a boyfriend home to be introduced to her parents. (As always, Leto didn't count. They hadn't even kissed before he came home with her.) And that was just... Weird. It felt weird.
And anyway, in her mind, they were here more to get a break from Fandom. Not to make official introductions. But it was still a little terrifying, even if she wasn't really showing it.
They'd taken a bus from the airport and walked the rest of the way since it wasn't far from the bus stop, and Kate thought she could use the extra time to remind Bod of what he wasn't supposed to talk about. And to prepare herself for everything.
The first thing she noticed after they got to her house was that her dad's pick-up truck wasn't parked outside. Neither was The Green Hornet, her mom's car. But she was too nervous to think about what that might mean.
"So. That's my house," she said, nodding at the house and flashing a smile at Bod as she stopped to stand by the green mailbox, which had a few painted flowers on it and said 'The Gregsons' in Tara's handwriting. "Welcome to Oak Avenue."
[ooc: For that guy I modded a bit just now. NFB due to distance.]
And anyway, in her mind, they were here more to get a break from Fandom. Not to make official introductions. But it was still a little terrifying, even if she wasn't really showing it.
They'd taken a bus from the airport and walked the rest of the way since it wasn't far from the bus stop, and Kate thought she could use the extra time to remind Bod of what he wasn't supposed to talk about. And to prepare herself for everything.
The first thing she noticed after they got to her house was that her dad's pick-up truck wasn't parked outside. Neither was The Green Hornet, her mom's car. But she was too nervous to think about what that might mean.
"So. That's my house," she said, nodding at the house and flashing a smile at Bod as she stopped to stand by the green mailbox, which had a few painted flowers on it and said 'The Gregsons' in Tara's handwriting. "Welcome to Oak Avenue."
[ooc: For that guy I modded a bit just now. NFB due to distance.]
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"And we couldn't solve that frustration like we usually do," he said, lowering his voice. "Though, I think I could cuddle up behind you, cradle you with my body and tell you that I love you. That'd be a good relaxation technique."
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She would love it. Even if he was a distracting dumb boy who was probably dooming them right now.
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"I think there's probably a few spots on your legs, maybe the small of your back that I haven't kissed yet," he said, circling back to that. "I'll have to see about that. Maybe I'll even take some notes just so I don't miss those areas again."
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Dooming them because he was completely dumb.
"I'll spell out things with my fingers," he decided instead. "I'll write my name on your back. I'll draw hearts on your stomach. I'll spell out Latin words on your shoulders and write 'love' up and down your arms."
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Nevermind how dumb she was being.
She sighed again, leaning back against him more, greedy for the warmth and comfort, the weird sense of safety she got from her back pressing against his chest. "Very thorough," she said again. "I think that'll make me feel very loved."
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Since she was leaning back, he was going to wrap his other arm around her again, pulling her tightly back against him, chest to back. His lips found the back of her neck and then the other shoulder and cheek.
"You are very loved," he said sincerely. "I love you very much. And even though I won't be able to show you completely, you should know that I'll want to. And I might even dream about it. Which means I'll wake up...a little awkwardly but I don't think you'll mind."
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She... should probably stop talking. Like, right now.
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Oh. Bod wasn't going to help her with being quiet. Not when she'd just dropped that little tidbit.
"Which one would that be?" He knew what it was, he just wanted to hear her say it. He wasn't even thinking about the certain doom that was just going to bring. "I can be very, very quiet."
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Ironically, if they hadn't been talking right now, they could've maybe heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Maybe.
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At least Bod's last possible moments on Earth were good ones.
"And who knows, if I'm sleeping behind you, that leaves my arms free," he said quietly. "If you could be quiet, I'll let you enjoy my magic fingers."
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...
The problem with the Gregsons was that they didn't seem to remember to knock. Which would be why Kate's father was just barging in, with a fairly cheerful call of "Okay, who wants Indian food?" that turned into an "Oh" once it registered what he was seeing.
Which, right now, was Kate hastily pushing away from Bod, as if that helped at all.
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The blush came back furiously and he was fairly sure he looked like a tomato right about now. Maybe he'd choke on his tongue and pass out. Maybe he'd just...
Bod blinked and swallowed a few times. His wrists were so going to get broken.
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Six foot five and looming in the doorway, looking like he wasn't quite certain how to react to this, but he definitely didn't like it.
"Okay," he said. "Are you Bod?"
If Kate hadn't been so utterly startled by this whole situation, she would've had a snappy comeback to that. Probably something about whether he was trying to suggest she'd have some other random dude in her room when her boyfriend was visiting.
But she had absolutely nothing right now.
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He'd been asked a question which meant he had to answer. That meant words. Words.
"Yes, sir," he finally stammered, forcing himself not to look at Kate like he thought that might make things worse. "I'm Bod. Owens. Bod Owens. Um. From England."
There was no reason to say all of that but he couldn't help it.
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"Yeah," Max said. "Max Gregson. From Kansas."
He might have been making fun of the boy. He took a step closer, offering Bod his hand a little stiffly. Still didn't look too happy.
[And I sleep! Night!]
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"Hullo, sir," Bod finally said, taking the offered hand and trying to manage a grip that wasn't weak and limp. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for letting me visit."
[Sleep well! Night!]
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"Well, any friend of Kate's is welcome here."
At least until the point they were found wrapped around her. Too bad for Bod.
Max said nothing to continue that, just eyed both of them wearily. And Kate? Kate was at a loss for words because she felt like whatever she might say would escalate the situation.
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"Your house is very nice, sir." All right, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say but he felt the need to say something. Bringing more attention to the situation at hand didn't seem logical, Kate was acting like she'd lost her voice so he said the first thing that came to mind.
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There was a random spot of white paint on Kate's wall right by the door, where someone had painted over the original pink. They'd get to actually painting the room sometime later. Maybe.
Kate got her voice back after yet another short but awkward silence. "Um, did you say something about food?"
"Yeah," Max said. "Indian. Downstairs. If you want."
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He did jam his hands into pockets like he'd never take them out again and glanced over at Kate for the first time since her father had arrived. He was just...going to follow her lead.
And probably get blamed for that too.
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"Uh huh. We'll be right down." Pause. "Food, yay."
Oh look, someone was trying too hard.
Max looked from one to the other, then shook his head and shrugged. "Okay," he said, turning to leave, but before he did... "Kate? A word, later."
And with those ominous words, he exited. Kate felt like collapsing.
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And that was the only word that Bod could seemingly get out. He was almost afraid to move, like someone bigger than even her father would show up at the door if he did.
"Uh."
Well, there was another word. He desperately wanted to say something to soothe things over but that was probably impossible.
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"So," Kate said, bringing her hands together in front of her, not really knowing what to do with herself. "That was my dad."
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Hm. What was a good word to use here, Bod wondered.
"Tall."
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