Room 505, Tuesday Late Afternoon
Jan. 19th, 2010 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
And then she'd been small, and fuzzy, with floppy ears, and NOT ADORABLE, DAMMIT.
Katchoo had been keeping up quite the mental rant about this in her head ever since it had happened, but being a bunny she couldn't exactly express it in her usual oh-so-charming way. Chewing on things, maybe, vented some of the frustration but she had a lot more of that built up than this tiny lapine form should have room to hold.
. . . that rant was still going, no matter how comfortable she was at the particular moment.
[OOC: For that girl. NOT YOU, RAVEN. ETA: This post might be kinda NWS now. WHAT?]
And then she'd been small, and fuzzy, with floppy ears, and NOT ADORABLE, DAMMIT.
Katchoo had been keeping up quite the mental rant about this in her head ever since it had happened, but being a bunny she couldn't exactly express it in her usual oh-so-charming way. Chewing on things, maybe, vented some of the frustration but she had a lot more of that built up than this tiny lapine form should have room to hold.
. . . that rant was still going, no matter how comfortable she was at the particular moment.
[OOC: For that girl. NOT YOU, RAVEN. ETA: This post might be kinda NWS now. WHAT?]
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Date: 2010-01-20 12:35 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2010-01-20 12:49 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 12:51 am (UTC)OH LOOK, A NAKED GIRL.
"Katchoo--"
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Date: 2010-01-20 12:59 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 01:04 am (UTC)"Katchoo!"
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Date: 2010-01-20 02:15 am (UTC)Wait. Where was the flailing?
"Francie?"
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Date: 2010-01-20 02:18 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 02:42 am (UTC)Wow, Francine was moving fast. Right toward her. Note Katchoo's lack of moving out of the way.
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Date: 2010-01-20 02:57 am (UTC)"Not doing this," she said, pushing Katchoo back against the door.
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Date: 2010-01-20 02:58 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-20 03:08 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:11 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:16 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:25 am (UTC)"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..."
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:30 am (UTC)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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Date: 2010-01-20 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-20 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-20 03:39 am (UTC)"Good," she said again, but this time she was mostly talking to Katchoo's hands, or about them, or something equally nonsensical because hands.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-20 03:49 am (UTC)And maybe Francine's hands deciding they had better things to do than flail.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:51 am (UTC)If there was a distinct lack of warm breath against Francine's skin, well . . . Katchoo was holding it.
Her breath, that was.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:55 am (UTC)Well, nothing except Katchoo's waist with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and herself upright through what might possibly be new and hitherto unexplored psychic powers because it certainly wasn't her bones, currently in the process of melting, doing the job.
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Date: 2010-01-20 04:00 am (UTC)Unfortunately, some questions required the use of her voice, which meant the use of her mouth, which meant -- well, aren't you glad it isn't quite as cold as it was over the weekend, Francine, so that was more likely to be an interesting sensation than an uncomfortably cold one?
Hands? Still moving, though, as there were pesky non-shirt-like items of clothing still in the way.
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Date: 2010-01-20 04:02 am (UTC)Not that it hadn't been a legitimate fear, but-- wait, that was a question. "What?"
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