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vanillajello) wrote2011-03-06 04:09 pm
vanillajello) wrote2011-03-06 04:09 pm
Overland Park, KS, Sunday Afternoon
After a week of dealing with a bunch of stuff, this weekend had been kind of exactly what Kate had needed. Well, the Zach parts of it, anyway: they'd been happily away on an extended date yesterday while her parents and her aunt had dealt with having an open house in the Hubbard house next door. Kate hadn't paid all that much attention once she'd made it back, but even she'd been able to gather it hadn't gone quite as well as they might have hoped. What with there being talk of Alice having shown up to creep everyone the fuck out and everything.
Kate was determined not to let her family's inherent fucked-up-ness get to her right now, though. Everyone else had disappeared off to somewhere, most likely desperate to just escape from each other for a while, and Kate had taken the opportunity to invite Zach over. The house was nice and quiet, and the sofa in the living room was kind of made for cuddling, so she sat with her bare legs across his lap, his hand smoothing her skirt against her thigh as they talked.
Of course, while Kate wasn't going to let family weird get to her today, it didn't mean she wasn't going to talk about it. Actually, she'd just been relaying parts of the story to Zach and laughing about it. He wasn't laughing quite as much, though. "I need to get you out of this house," he said with a gentle smile. Kate rolled her eyes, amused. "Is that right?" she asked, glancing up from where his hand had moved to cover hers in her lap. "This whole self-imprisonment thing," he continued, tilting his head, "sticking with a bad situation because you think that's how life is?"
Well, that may have sounded a little familiar, but with everything that had been going lately, this house didn't look quite as bad as it sometimes did. Kate looked away and shook her head, then looked at him again and quirked a wry smile. "It's not that bad."
But then he leaned towards her, twining his fingers with hers, and said, "I want you to start looking in the newspaper, at condos." Her eyebrows went up with surprise. Pleasant surprise, though. For once. "Condos?" she asked, letting a little laugh slip out. "Hold on, maybe it is that bad." Her head got filled with daydreams of her own place pretty quickly, because it wasn't like she hadn't dreamed of that for years now, and he did nothing to slow that down.
"I'll drive you around and we can look at lofts."
No, seriously, this just go better and better. "Lofts?"
"Yeah, in the Crossroads district," he said, smiling at her enthusiasm. "You ever been down there?"
Of course she had. It was the area where Lynda lived, the coolest fucking part of Kansas City, artsy and bohemian and beautiful and perfect. Kate's lips curved into a smirk. "If I remember correctly, I love it down there." She pushed herself a little more upright, then pushed at his shoulders so he'd lean against the back of the sofa and she could climb into his lap to straddle him. She loved the way he looked up at her, loved that he wanted her and had no reason not to let it show in his eyes. Loved that he wanted her to have things. As she settled her weight against him and went to kiss his wonderful soft lips, she murmured, "I have been wanting to get permanently out of here for eight billion years."
In between kisses, "When we sign your lease," he started, to which she replied to with a quiet hum that may as well have been a pleasant little reaction to how his hands wandered down her back, assured, "they're gonna want to know your income, so you'll just tell them that you work at Yogohut."
She pulled back to laugh, mildly incredulous but highly amused. "I work at Yogohut?" she asked, and it was his turn to hum a quick 'mm-hmm' of agreement, wrapping his arms around her as she ducked her head down for another teasing little kiss. "And what do I do at Yogohut?" she wondered, before fixing him with a look and smirk. "Do I make the stuff come out?"
He was chuckling as she pressed him more firmly against the couch and kissed him again.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Mostly taken with miiild tweakage from USoT S02E11, with some of the early bits being from S02E10, 'cause mix-and-match is what I live for.]
Kate was determined not to let her family's inherent fucked-up-ness get to her right now, though. Everyone else had disappeared off to somewhere, most likely desperate to just escape from each other for a while, and Kate had taken the opportunity to invite Zach over. The house was nice and quiet, and the sofa in the living room was kind of made for cuddling, so she sat with her bare legs across his lap, his hand smoothing her skirt against her thigh as they talked.
Of course, while Kate wasn't going to let family weird get to her today, it didn't mean she wasn't going to talk about it. Actually, she'd just been relaying parts of the story to Zach and laughing about it. He wasn't laughing quite as much, though. "I need to get you out of this house," he said with a gentle smile. Kate rolled her eyes, amused. "Is that right?" she asked, glancing up from where his hand had moved to cover hers in her lap. "This whole self-imprisonment thing," he continued, tilting his head, "sticking with a bad situation because you think that's how life is?"
Well, that may have sounded a little familiar, but with everything that had been going lately, this house didn't look quite as bad as it sometimes did. Kate looked away and shook her head, then looked at him again and quirked a wry smile. "It's not that bad."
But then he leaned towards her, twining his fingers with hers, and said, "I want you to start looking in the newspaper, at condos." Her eyebrows went up with surprise. Pleasant surprise, though. For once. "Condos?" she asked, letting a little laugh slip out. "Hold on, maybe it is that bad." Her head got filled with daydreams of her own place pretty quickly, because it wasn't like she hadn't dreamed of that for years now, and he did nothing to slow that down.
"I'll drive you around and we can look at lofts."
No, seriously, this just go better and better. "Lofts?"
"Yeah, in the Crossroads district," he said, smiling at her enthusiasm. "You ever been down there?"
Of course she had. It was the area where Lynda lived, the coolest fucking part of Kansas City, artsy and bohemian and beautiful and perfect. Kate's lips curved into a smirk. "If I remember correctly, I love it down there." She pushed herself a little more upright, then pushed at his shoulders so he'd lean against the back of the sofa and she could climb into his lap to straddle him. She loved the way he looked up at her, loved that he wanted her and had no reason not to let it show in his eyes. Loved that he wanted her to have things. As she settled her weight against him and went to kiss his wonderful soft lips, she murmured, "I have been wanting to get permanently out of here for eight billion years."
In between kisses, "When we sign your lease," he started, to which she replied to with a quiet hum that may as well have been a pleasant little reaction to how his hands wandered down her back, assured, "they're gonna want to know your income, so you'll just tell them that you work at Yogohut."
She pulled back to laugh, mildly incredulous but highly amused. "I work at Yogohut?" she asked, and it was his turn to hum a quick 'mm-hmm' of agreement, wrapping his arms around her as she ducked her head down for another teasing little kiss. "And what do I do at Yogohut?" she wondered, before fixing him with a look and smirk. "Do I make the stuff come out?"
He was chuckling as she pressed him more firmly against the couch and kissed him again.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Mostly taken with miiild tweakage from USoT S02E11, with some of the early bits being from S02E10, 'cause mix-and-match is what I live for.]