[ In 11 or 12 or maybe 13, if she doesn't already know him well enough to know he's probably going to be late. But he will be there. And he won't say a word about the things that never happened, and his ears will only turn a little red. ]
Sorry I overreacted. If you actually weren't laughing I'm not really mad at you. I just really don't like not getting a choice about whether to share things with people.
[ And she will make eye contact so deliberately that it will be just as clear as if she'd avoided looking at him altogether that she doesn't want to do it. But she's gotten there enough minutes before him to have done some sprints and hung upside down a bit, the better to hide a blush.
Shooting requires a calm that at first is forced, but after a while she has relaxed enough to say: ]
I guess I could just stop having sex with her if she won't learn to control it.
[ She probably doesn't mean to say it with as much reluctance as she does. ]
[In fairness, his lack of response has nothing to do with giving Kate time to cool off and everything to do with the fact that he fell asleep. If he'd been awake? There would have been loads of answers to her everything. So. She's lucky that he fell asleep and gave her that cool-down period, okay, you're welcome
But now he can't possibly be mean. --Well, he could be. But he quite likes Kate, really, so--only somewhat grudgingly--]
i actually wasnt laughing & remus wasnt either in fact i think he might have cried he wanted me to obliviate him 2 guesses as to what that means its nasty business
but at least you know now yeah im not saying youve got to thank anyone but theres that
[ He does mean to sound as skeptical as he does, and it only belatedly occurs to him like that might sound like Knowing Commentary on how much she was enjoying herself. He keeps talking to prevent the possibility from laying there between them too long, most of his focus on Kate's targets. ]
I'm not sure you can learn to control it. I thought I could, but I'm still—when it's too much to focus on keeping it in, it's. [ Talking awkwardly around his werewolf pain leaks is almost as bad as talking awkwardly around Kate's sex life. He gives up entirely and tries smiling instead. ] You could try making it less enjoyable for her.
[Simultaneous to sex is the realization of company, which is something Kate will also feel, right along with feeling absolutely everything else. Slight advantage is hers: she's removed enough to offer commentary, commentary that Johanna
hears
and so there's a spike of anger somewhere in there too; what the fuck even as she's being fucked.]
[ What the fuck? is what that echo says as well, unintentionally, a moment before Johanna does. It's Kate's realization that prompts hers, and then there's basically a groan in her head, and not the good kind.
Although....
Kate's mind in hers is exasperation above all, an unsettled discomfort because this is real weird, a hint of embarrassment, a niggling spike of something poking at her like a thorn she's trying to ignore, arousal she's trying to ignore even harder. ]
[Johanna's surprise, meanwhile, gives way quickly to irritation. It's not as sharp as usual, cooled by the mix of emotion that she's getting from Kate--too complicated and piecemeal to untangle, especially during the moment that she's in. But it's enough to imply: if Kate doesn't like it, get lost.
Her attention then shifts quickly to Erik, and no matter what she communicates to him, Kate will get the rest, the urge to laugh at him, a general men, a more specific you-are-such-an-idiot, shaded sharp but laced with a complicated fondness. She's not going to lie to him; she's going to laugh. For the record: what she thinks when she's fucking Kate is probably less exasperated.
But Kate doesn't know that. What Kate gets instead is Johanna's determination. Fuck you, Kate Bishop, and not even in the fun way. She's going to enjoy this no matter what.]
[ Kate's mind doesn't get any less tangled but the strands jump into focus, like pulling open a panel to find wiring in bright primary colors, easily distinguishable.
The brush-off, the fact that it's Erik, the spite that comes through: they're met with irritation, a surge of it coiled closely up with jealousy. That's sudden and sour and guilty and because she definitely doesn't know; this is kind of exactly how she imagines Johanna thinks about her, too. It stings and she hates it, hates that she feels it, hates even more that Johanna might be able to feel it now, too, and she can't shove it away fast enough. She hates it even more than she hates when Johanna moves her hips like that and she feels every last millimeter of cock like it's her stretched around him and that her first thought is god I almost forgot how good that feels.
Disgust chases it more than embarrassment, and then something a lot like Johanna's own determination. Fuck you, Johanna Mason. Maybe in the fun way. Kate doesn't know how to go away so if she's so set on enjoying herself it can either be because of Kate or despite her, her choice. ]
not to detract from your attempts to manage what's happening from all sides at Charlotte we're in the throes of putting together an attack group that will likely be necessary when things escalate you'll have friends there if you're interested in lending assistance
[ Which is a fairly courteous way of asking if someone is willing to do something ridiculously dangerous for the gain of slowing something down, but. That's why they're Marvel characters. ]
What did you have in mind? Please tell me it is a more specific plan than Charlotte/Resnik's, or this other woman's, or Johanna's last week. If I hear one more plan-that's-not-really-a-plan I'm going to scream. Telepathically, because that sounds more unpleasant.
we're going to take a stealth shuttle out into the fleet and use the wizards' ability to teleport onto some of the larger but manageable warships. if we split into groups of two, we can each cause some destruction, regroup on the third, and organise retreat. if they have engineering complexes like ours, those will be the weak points to hit. also their communications. from what I've gathered telepathically, they will be supremely unprepared for such a response, both to being boarded at all as well as supernatural powers. so far I have Remus organising the magical flock, and Erik on board. no doubt Johanna Mason will join him.
essentially there are too many of them to meet head on. we have to be cleverer if we stand a chance to slow them, perhaps even scare them.
Taking out engines/guns/comms definitely sounds worth a try. If we can cripple their offense maybe we can buy ourselves time until the jump. And someone needs to keep an eye on Johanna and Erik unless we want a bloodbath on our hands.
in seriousness I am not too concerned about Erik he knows what has to be done and what has to be done is not wide scale slaughter, but crippling their means of mounting offense, like you said
Johanna will be Johanna but she can be corralled live hostages will need to be managed to gain access throughout any given ship if it's anything like ours or that of DUPRR
Hermione, Ginny, Harry are wizards/witches that will fill out the ranks, I'm leaving the shepherding of that lot to Remus Mystique will be along too and I'm offering the same to Tyke then a pilot/gunner that Wash will find for us
alright. I'll let you know soon but I'd sooner have you board. I've gotten some vague impressions but I can't pick up too many specifics from here. once I am out there I'll be able to get a better sense of where to go. the wizards can only teleport if they have a clear idea of where they're going, so I will need to use my power to help them along regardless
but there are different kinds of ships amongst them. I sensed at least two that felt like whole cities, as big as or bigger than the Tranquility. tempting targets but we'd just as easily get lost and I can't imagine they are for frontline battle. there are smaller but still significant models we would probably have better luck in destroying/disabling.
Bigger?? That's insane. [ Unless... ] Do you think that's all that's left of them? Maybe their planets really did die while we were jumping and they're stuck on these ships now. It might explain the desperate, relentless pursuit.
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