Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-08-27 09:39 pm
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Room 324, Friday Evening
After everything that had happened over the last week, and what little had happened today, Kate was just so very glad to have a completely unrelated thing to focus on.
And right now, that thing was the thought of getting a new fake little sibling tomorrow. So, she'd been putting together a little welcome kit with some useful items. It felt a little dorky, but it was pretty fun, actually, doing that. And distracting, which was the important thing.
She'd even considered baking a batch of cookies, but then decided against it both because there'd be enough food at the welcome picnic, and she wasn't really feeling the idea of standing in the common room baking right now. She'd just offer to bake the kid something at a later date.
So now, Kate was just sprawled on her bed, making a refresher list of all the things a newbie to fair Fandom island should be told on their first day.
And she was eating chocolate. Chocolate was a good thing.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]
And right now, that thing was the thought of getting a new fake little sibling tomorrow. So, she'd been putting together a little welcome kit with some useful items. It felt a little dorky, but it was pretty fun, actually, doing that. And distracting, which was the important thing.
She'd even considered baking a batch of cookies, but then decided against it both because there'd be enough food at the welcome picnic, and she wasn't really feeling the idea of standing in the common room baking right now. She'd just offer to bake the kid something at a later date.
So now, Kate was just sprawled on her bed, making a refresher list of all the things a newbie to fair Fandom island should be told on their first day.
And she was eating chocolate. Chocolate was a good thing.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]
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"Did you just squeeze me?"
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In fact her hands were still kind of there.
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She paused, just for a moment. Her hands hadn't stopped and didn't stop. "And your neck is one of the most sensitive parts of your body. I can make you babble total inanities just by touching you there. And you love it when I sit in your lap. And this whole groping thing works well with that."
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"You're absolutely right," he finally said, laughing and shaking his head. "I -- those are some of my very favorite things that make me tick."
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"Well, there's the obvious one in that you like laying on me or sitting on me," he pointed out with a laugh. "I think it's a contact thing, trying to get as much as you can and having the body heat be almost relaxing for the both of us."
It wasn't often that she was sitting or laying or draped over him. "You like when I touch her back. I've noticed that a few times. It's a soothing gesture and you like it. You like when I look at you too. And I don't mean just glancing, I mean really looking. When my attention's intensely focused on you and only you. You like that."
[And I am soooooooo crashing soon omg. NIGHT, FOOLISH ONE!]
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And she wasn't the least bit surprised.
[nIght! ... That's how I typed it on first try so that's how it's staying. Mmm sleep.]
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