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KATE BISHOP
KATE BISHOP
And she showed it to you the first time you met? Come on.
You're very nice. I like you a lot. Did I start telling you about my feelings the first time we met?
Why are you so determined to believe her?
Why are you so determined to believe her?
[Her reaction--amplified by how close she is, by Erik's tellingly harder rougher thrusts, by the wash of feeling that she gets back from Kate, her own but different--and now this, buzz and pressure, and Johanna reacts so loudly it's almost obscene. A loud moan like no other, high and full of need--a clench, deep in her, yes, it's on her lips. The ghost of the feeling trembles somewhere in her, on her breast and then down, and God, she moans again, as everything in her leaps and clenches.
This is the best thing yet. For Erik, it might not actually be ruined--the tight clench could feel good, but it could feel wringing--and certainly the way that she's gripping at his arm won't feel good. She needs something to steady herself as she pushes her hips up, seeking more. It fucks her harder against Erik, and that's good, but that's not what she's looking for.
Single-minded now, her focus on that feeling, on the dual push between her legs, thumb and finger and the heat and buzz of this new pressure. It's impossible to think of anything but that now, and Kate with that. And she's angry, angry that Kate is doing this to her, distracting her in a way that feels almost like manipulation. Get out, but at the same time she can't deny the way that this feels. Nor can she deny that she wants to get revenge for this. Or that she wants, desperately, to finish, and not under Erik, not right now.]
This is the best thing yet. For Erik, it might not actually be ruined--the tight clench could feel good, but it could feel wringing--and certainly the way that she's gripping at his arm won't feel good. She needs something to steady herself as she pushes her hips up, seeking more. It fucks her harder against Erik, and that's good, but that's not what she's looking for.
Single-minded now, her focus on that feeling, on the dual push between her legs, thumb and finger and the heat and buzz of this new pressure. It's impossible to think of anything but that now, and Kate with that. And she's angry, angry that Kate is doing this to her, distracting her in a way that feels almost like manipulation. Get out, but at the same time she can't deny the way that this feels. Nor can she deny that she wants to get revenge for this. Or that she wants, desperately, to finish, and not under Erik, not right now.]
[ Kate is looking forward to her revenge, that much comes through clearly. That's usually fun all on its own and this new power opens up even more possibilities. Her head is full of them, a shuddery thrill at all the ways Johanna could fuck her if she'd just come over already. That comes through too, come over come over be here, like a less articulate litany woven through everything else.
But Johanna is thinking about her, wanting her, and that's enough at least for the moment. She pushes the vibe back between their legs, traces aimless circles, the mindless desperation beginning to catch up with her, too.
Erik's thumb on their clit is good, but she drags the toy around and across it, waits to feel Johanna clench and moan and presses it where they need it most, holds it steady as her fingers numb, until she is teetering on the edge of orgasm, just waiting for Johanna to push her over, to come with her, and still that undercurrent of want in both their heads, the certainty that however good this is it won't be enough until she's here, for real. ]
But Johanna is thinking about her, wanting her, and that's enough at least for the moment. She pushes the vibe back between their legs, traces aimless circles, the mindless desperation beginning to catch up with her, too.
Erik's thumb on their clit is good, but she drags the toy around and across it, waits to feel Johanna clench and moan and presses it where they need it most, holds it steady as her fingers numb, until she is teetering on the edge of orgasm, just waiting for Johanna to push her over, to come with her, and still that undercurrent of want in both their heads, the certainty that however good this is it won't be enough until she's here, for real. ]
[She's so close, she can feel how close she is--and Kate, too, in the same moment, both of them on that edge, together. Breathless, panting, chasing every second of that feeling with the way she pushes her hips up, seeking more--the sensation of the press of Erik's thumb, numbing maddening vibration that makes it better, worse, better--
Vision blurred, it takes her a moment to realize that Kate isn't here, come over be here; the words echo in her head and she wants it, she wants Kate, every bit of her wants Kate, even though the weight of each of Erik's thrusts push her closer, it won't be as fast as with Kate--arched against the buzz of the vibrator, toes curled, fuck, and dimly she's aware that Erik is close, that each sharp hard push signals how close, but she can't wait, and this time when she clenches down it's almost cruel. Stop. Stop, and she shows her teeth, she pushes at him, but the feeling goes on, the pressure against her and a moan spills out from between her teeth, needy, wanting--]
Vision blurred, it takes her a moment to realize that Kate isn't here, come over be here; the words echo in her head and she wants it, she wants Kate, every bit of her wants Kate, even though the weight of each of Erik's thrusts push her closer, it won't be as fast as with Kate--arched against the buzz of the vibrator, toes curled, fuck, and dimly she's aware that Erik is close, that each sharp hard push signals how close, but she can't wait, and this time when she clenches down it's almost cruel. Stop. Stop, and she shows her teeth, she pushes at him, but the feeling goes on, the pressure against her and a moan spills out from between her teeth, needy, wanting--]
[To Kate's eye--wherever in the jungle or the camp her eyes happen to be; whatever time of day it is--the light starts off as distant but gains ground quickly, springing from tree to tree and illuminating underbrush with eerie indistinct light as it goes. The light is physical enough to look like a mass, a nearly-solid form that darts between the trees and trails lingering threads that cling, briefly, to trunk and to branch like fine hairs caught in the rough bark.
The closer it gets, the more form that it takes. Legs, ears, nose. Tail. Four paws that run but never touch the earth, and as the light gets to Kate it does a quicksilver gambol around her, silver tail fanning the air. Ghost dog!
Ghost dog that speaks in Sirius' voice, an all-important message that obviously necessitated a patronus and not, you know. A walk.]
Hiya, Kate! The river water is still poisoned. We're still sitting by it. This is a patronus. Remind us again, why aren't you a witch? No offence. We like you anyways.
The closer it gets, the more form that it takes. Legs, ears, nose. Tail. Four paws that run but never touch the earth, and as the light gets to Kate it does a quicksilver gambol around her, silver tail fanning the air. Ghost dog!
Ghost dog that speaks in Sirius' voice, an all-important message that obviously necessitated a patronus and not, you know. A walk.]
Hiya, Kate! The river water is still poisoned. We're still sitting by it. This is a patronus. Remind us again, why aren't you a witch? No offence. We like you anyways.
[ Kate comes very close to shooting it. A weird mass of light rambling toward her is not the sort of thing that generally bodes well, especially when you're living in the wreck of a haunted horrorship in a mysterious alien jungle. When it shapes up into a dog she's still not sure she shouldn't run. She blinks hard, pinches herself, but it's still there and now-- now it's talking? She looks around for Sirius, but then finally relaxes. Wizards.
She finds them at the river in however long it takes to walk there, and she's been thinking all the while. She takes a seat on a rock beside them. ]
Why that dog?
She finds them at the river in however long it takes to walk there, and she's been thinking all the while. She takes a seat on a rock beside them. ]
Why that dog?
[rule # 1239123 of muggle-wizard-friendships: don't shoot cute dogs made of light
like it wouldn't hurt anything but it's rude.
Anyways. Here's Sirius, riverside, without Remus at present but he was just here a moment ago, discusssing with Sirius just how cool and brilliant the talking patronus spell is, and demonstrating yet again, helpfully, borrowing Sirius' wand to show him. Probably Remus is crying about his lack of wand so we'll give him a minute, because we're good friends and very understanding.
Sirius grins at Kate, first. Hiya, pt II. And then:]
Sorry?
like it wouldn't hurt anything but it's rude.
Anyways. Here's Sirius, riverside, without Remus at present but he was just here a moment ago, discusssing with Sirius just how cool and brilliant the talking patronus spell is, and demonstrating yet again, helpfully, borrowing Sirius' wand to show him. Probably Remus is crying about his lack of wand so we'll give him a minute, because we're good friends and very understanding.
Sirius grins at Kate, first. Hiya, pt II. And then:]
Sorry?
[ well maybe if it were more obvious it was cute dog and not some sort of monster coming at her from the woods, work on your patronus definition please sirius!!
Kate grins back. Hi, pt III. ]
That dog from the ship? Why did it look like him? I thought it was a ghost or something for a second.
Kate grins back. Hi, pt III. ]
That dog from the ship? Why did it look like him? I thought it was a ghost or something for a second.
[HIS PATRONUS IS VERY CUTE how dare you]
A ghost. Honestly.
[Muggles, but in a fond non-racist kind of way. Her question has got him thinking now anyways, wheels quickly turning.
Fuck.
But moving on!]
That was obviously a patronus, Ms Bishop, and nothing less. You'll need to refine your terminology if you want to hang about with wizards. Say it after me, now: pa tro nus.
A ghost. Honestly.
[Muggles, but in a fond non-racist kind of way. Her question has got him thinking now anyways, wheels quickly turning.
Fuck.
But moving on!]
That was obviously a patronus, Ms Bishop, and nothing less. You'll need to refine your terminology if you want to hang about with wizards. Say it after me, now: pa tro nus.
[ maybe it is but it's also the ghostly manifestation version of a mumble ENUNCIATE YOUR CUTE DOG or something I don't know do what you want magic miracles etc
Kate thwaps his shoulder and does not say it after him. ]
I get that! But it looks just like this dog I met on the ship. You must've seen him, big black dog? Really friendly and smart? I swear to god I didn't dream that.
[ She is actually not as sure as she is trying to sound. ]
Kate thwaps his shoulder and does not say it after him. ]
I get that! But it looks just like this dog I met on the ship. You must've seen him, big black dog? Really friendly and smart? I swear to god I didn't dream that.
[ She is actually not as sure as she is trying to sound. ]
[Sirius seriously (hah) considers this for a moment.]
Nah, doesn't ring a bell. Have you got a photograph? My patronus was silvery, wasn't it--not black? I don't think anyone can do colours on their patronus.
[Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool, and remember not to do the Padfoot thing around Kate.]
Nah, doesn't ring a bell. Have you got a photograph? My patronus was silvery, wasn't it--not black? I don't think anyone can do colours on their patronus.
[Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool, and remember not to do the Padfoot thing around Kate.]
[The tree is a hike away from the main camp--far, but not impossible to walk. The path is a little more impossible, a maze woven between rocks and trees and swales. Johanna walks it with confidence, and does not wait for Kate, or look to see if she's keeping up.
Someone skilled at tracking would be able to see the tells of Johanna's path. She's done a good job of covering up after herself, and rainfall has wiped away the more obvious signs--but there are still bent-back branches here and there. These could easily be from animals, tearing through the jungle--but the treehouse that the path leads to is a little less likely to be from some animal.
The treehouse: a floor and three walls, and a ladder made from square pegs hammered into the side of the tree itself, protruding just enough to allow for hand and footholds. Distance keeps it safe for now. Camouflage will come later. Johanna doesn't offer this information to Kate, but perhaps she can guess it.
Johanna's invitation had been brusque, a sudden appearance from the woods to announce to Kate that they were leaving, now. The further they went from the camp, the less irritable she became, even if she refused most answers to questions that Kate might have asked, telling her only what she needed to in order to ensure that Kate kept on following her.
They haven't reached the treehouse yet, but it's visible in their immediate distance, and Johanna glances up at it with obvious pride.]
You've got one of those stupid mirrors, don't you.
[It's not a question, because it's not a guess. Confirm please.]
Someone skilled at tracking would be able to see the tells of Johanna's path. She's done a good job of covering up after herself, and rainfall has wiped away the more obvious signs--but there are still bent-back branches here and there. These could easily be from animals, tearing through the jungle--but the treehouse that the path leads to is a little less likely to be from some animal.
The treehouse: a floor and three walls, and a ladder made from square pegs hammered into the side of the tree itself, protruding just enough to allow for hand and footholds. Distance keeps it safe for now. Camouflage will come later. Johanna doesn't offer this information to Kate, but perhaps she can guess it.
Johanna's invitation had been brusque, a sudden appearance from the woods to announce to Kate that they were leaving, now. The further they went from the camp, the less irritable she became, even if she refused most answers to questions that Kate might have asked, telling her only what she needed to in order to ensure that Kate kept on following her.
They haven't reached the treehouse yet, but it's visible in their immediate distance, and Johanna glances up at it with obvious pride.]
You've got one of those stupid mirrors, don't you.
[It's not a question, because it's not a guess. Confirm please.]
[ Kate looks for those tells as she goes, trying to pick out the signs that indicate a path. Even knowing that there is one and that she's following it, it's still difficult. This is not her strong suit, despite having sought out some advice from Allison before she disappeared. Tracking people in the city does not work like this at all.
The treehouse could use a fourth side, that's Kate's first thought, but her second thought is 'hey cool, a treehouse!' and she flashes Johanna a wide, pleased smile. She would like to actually get to hang out in this one, and not only because the wind has been buffeting her lean-tent shelter for days now and it's beginning to drive her and everyone else a little crazy. She is thinking about the treehouse, finishing it in her mind, embellishing with rope ladders and a deck, and so Johanna's not-question catches her off-guard. ]
Yeah. Why?
The treehouse could use a fourth side, that's Kate's first thought, but her second thought is 'hey cool, a treehouse!' and she flashes Johanna a wide, pleased smile. She would like to actually get to hang out in this one, and not only because the wind has been buffeting her lean-tent shelter for days now and it's beginning to drive her and everyone else a little crazy. She is thinking about the treehouse, finishing it in her mind, embellishing with rope ladders and a deck, and so Johanna's not-question catches her off-guard. ]
Yeah. Why?
[She has nastier responses all picked out, mean nettling things that will make Kate frown at her, at the very least. The look on Kate's face takes some of the venom out of her, but she's not obvious about it. The biggest tell is that she isn't nasty, just turns away with a huff of breath.
Whatever, Katie.]
Leave it in your pocket. I don't want people coming out here.
[She shoulders aside a low-hanging branch and lets it slap back into place, without holding it aside for Kate.
Under the treehouse, there is a small clearing, with all the recent signs of industry. This is mostly wood shavings and stumpy rounds of logs too knotted to use. Hewing raw wood into boards without the right tools is not easy, and anyone with an eye for craft would be able to spot the roughness of the boards. If anyone pointed this out to Johanna, she would probably bite out their throat with her teeth.
She grabs hold of the first ladder peg and swings herself up, easy.]
Come on. Do you know anything about pulleys?
Whatever, Katie.]
Leave it in your pocket. I don't want people coming out here.
[She shoulders aside a low-hanging branch and lets it slap back into place, without holding it aside for Kate.
Under the treehouse, there is a small clearing, with all the recent signs of industry. This is mostly wood shavings and stumpy rounds of logs too knotted to use. Hewing raw wood into boards without the right tools is not easy, and anyone with an eye for craft would be able to spot the roughness of the boards. If anyone pointed this out to Johanna, she would probably bite out their throat with her teeth.
She grabs hold of the first ladder peg and swings herself up, easy.]
Come on. Do you know anything about pulleys?
[ Kate taps fingertips along the edge of a board as she passes through Johanna's workshoppy area, shrugging at the request. ]
All right [ is easy acquiescence. She was expecting to be asked to not bring it at all, or something, and that's not happening. They may have begun to adapt to life on this planet but the mirror is a safety feature she's not about to give up even this near to camp, like the ever present bow across her back.
She waits for Johanna to get a couple rungs up before following. ]
I know what they are. I haven't ever built one, if that's what you're asking. You should definitely put one in to haul stuff up. Get this place stocked.
All right [ is easy acquiescence. She was expecting to be asked to not bring it at all, or something, and that's not happening. They may have begun to adapt to life on this planet but the mirror is a safety feature she's not about to give up even this near to camp, like the ever present bow across her back.
She waits for Johanna to get a couple rungs up before following. ]
I know what they are. I haven't ever built one, if that's what you're asking. You should definitely put one in to haul stuff up. Get this place stocked.
[If you can't build a pulley, what good are you, Kate. Johanna rolls her eyes, but she doesn't pause in her hand-over-hand climb up the side of the tree.]
Yeah, I'll put one in.
[Like it's so easy.]
They used to give them to us. You can make them, but you at least need a chisel. A drill. Stuff I don't have. [This isn't admitting a weakness, it's just true. It feels like admitting a weakness, and Johanna sets her teeth together, hard, as she hauls herself up the next spike. The treehouse is very close.] So until all that rains from the sky, you get to help me.
[Manual labor. So exciting!]
Yeah, I'll put one in.
[Like it's so easy.]
They used to give them to us. You can make them, but you at least need a chisel. A drill. Stuff I don't have. [This isn't admitting a weakness, it's just true. It feels like admitting a weakness, and Johanna sets her teeth together, hard, as she hauls herself up the next spike. The treehouse is very close.] So until all that rains from the sky, you get to help me.
[Manual labor. So exciting!]
Free pulleys? Spoiled.
[ Kate is joking, obviously, and doesn't seem to mind getting dragooned into helping out. She's quick up the ladder after Johanna, hopping up onto the platform and heading for the edge so she can sit with the legs dangling over the side. ]
Instead of a pulley, you should just practice moving stuff with your mind. People here can do that now, along with all the mind reading feeling sharing making stuff appear things.
[ Kate is joking, obviously, and doesn't seem to mind getting dragooned into helping out. She's quick up the ladder after Johanna, hopping up onto the platform and heading for the edge so she can sit with the legs dangling over the side. ]
Instead of a pulley, you should just practice moving stuff with your mind. People here can do that now, along with all the mind reading feeling sharing making stuff appear things.
['They' = 'the Capitol' so, no. Not spoiled. Fortunately for Kate, Johanna is in a fairly indulgent mood, the kind of mood where she can laugh at just how spoiled she used to be. Or snort, anyways, which she does as she goes over to a pile of blankets in the corner of the platform.
Less amusing is this whole bullshit magic thing. Her mouth curls, wryly, as she shakes out one of the blankets.]
Yeah, awesome. I'll get right on that.
[Not.]
Less amusing is this whole bullshit magic thing. Her mouth curls, wryly, as she shakes out one of the blankets.]
Yeah, awesome. I'll get right on that.
[Not.]
Edited (whOOps :S) 2015-11-04 16:00 (UTC)
Actually.
[ Kate starts and then stops, considering further before she turns to scootch across the floor and lean her back against the wall, pulling her legs inside to cross in front of her. She stays out of the way of Johanna's blanket-shaking but leans forward, forearms on her knees. ]
Do you need one just for a little while to pull things up or did you want a permanent one? Because I think I might be able to give you one for half an hour or so.
[ Kate starts and then stops, considering further before she turns to scootch across the floor and lean her back against the wall, pulling her legs inside to cross in front of her. She stays out of the way of Johanna's blanket-shaking but leans forward, forearms on her knees. ]
Do you need one just for a little while to pull things up or did you want a permanent one? Because I think I might be able to give you one for half an hour or so.
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