[Obliging, she flips on the video. There's a brief blur of room and a bit of her face--and then the camera is turned around properly and focused on the piece of paper. And here's the nude drawing of Johanna, a little more definition in the face, but still naked.
[ Sometimes it's really a shame that this doesn't work like a real-time Skype feed. This is one of those times, because Johanna misses the noise Kate makes when she first gets a clear look at the picture. It's a laugh, one that bursts out with half a choking snort and has her clapping a hand over her mouth. ]
Oh my god. How did you get him to draw you naked??? I will bet anything that that was not his idea.
I know, right? Though to be honest I don't think it was going to last much longer anyway.
[ Why go through the hassle of a "break up" of your pseudo fling thing when a spaceship can just remove him from the universe? ]
It must have taken you decades of training to resist the urge to publicly ask about how the cycles of the moon work here as soon as you showed up. I mean I guess he could really be a Wiccan or something. Luckily, I don't really care.
Draws! [ is Kate's immediate-- and again, laughing-- protest. Like any other possibility never occurred to her until just now. ] I said when he draws you. Not-- I would bet you so much money that he will just actually draw you and not have sex with you.
[ Wait for it. ]
But what if it was my kind of thing? I mean I don't think it is, but is it your kind of thing?
[ Kate hangs up. Not that it's necessarily easy to tell. She just doesn't respond, and then after a little while there's a knock on Johanna's door. She doesn't bother with preambles. ]
Look, I don't know how to talk about this kind of thing except in context, okay?
[ Kate is rolling her eyes and reaching out to set her hand on the front of Johanna's shoulder. She doesn't push hard, enough to make it clear she'd like to come in but not enough to really challenge her if Johanna doesn't feel like being steered. ]
I mean I don't know how to talk about it unless we're in bed. That kind of context. Yes, I'm weird, I know, you don't have to say it.
[Because, come on. Weird is not the word that Johanna thinks of. It's charitable toward her that Kate thinks weird is what she would choose--or perhaps it's more charitable toward Kate herself, a mild word in place of anything potentially stronger.
Johanna doesn't reach out and push back at Kate's shoulder, even though she wants to. She doesn't step back just yet, either, stubborn as ever, but levels her gaze on Kate, her eyes narrowed.]
So how do you know anything you like? You're just making mental notes the whole time? Come on, there has to be a point where you figure out how stupid that is. You just talk about it. In a conversation. Hi, I'm Johanna, and I love hair-pulling. Your turn.
[ Kate is not dumb enough or unfamiliar enough with Johanna to assume she meant she was going to say something nicer. Her eyes narrow right back and she removes her hand to throw it up into the air. ]
Oh my god. We can have a conversation, I'm not saying no to a conversation! I just want to have it inside your room and possibly without pants. Why are you making this harder?
Edited (No that was too easy sorry ) 2014-12-16 07:38 (UTC)
[She laughs in Kate's face, and it isn't nice--but it is amused.]
So I should get the answers out of you?
[Not that she's opposed to that suggestion. Nor does she sound opposed. And, rather than wait, she shoves off of the door and grabs for the beltloops of Kate's jeans, one-handed, tugging her hips forward.]
You're impossible. [ Kate complains, the roll of her eyes exasperated at that laugh. She steps forward when tugged and keeps going, into Johanna and trying to walk her backwards to the bed. This is what she was trying to do before!! God. ]
Context. [--She repeats, mimicking Kate slightly.] You can't always get what you want.
[Which is a universal truth and not a Stones reference, because the only stones in Panem are the actual rocky variety.
But still: Johanna lets herself be walked backwards. Her fingers stay hooked in her beltloop, but her other hand goes to the front of Kate's jeans, fingers working nimbly to tug open the button, pull down the zipper.]
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