Are you trying to make me feel stupid? Is that the goal here?
[ Because that is definitely not on her list, judging by the edge of irritation crept back into Kate's tone. She hooks a grip just above Johanna's knees and lifts, shoving her back and following to pull her pants undone with more force than is strictly necessary. ]
Do whichever you want, you're going to anyway.
[ But then she stops abruptly and sits back on her heels, hands lifted to dig into her hair at the back of her head, kneading once as she takes a deep breath, and then dropping to press the air, palms down in a sort of quelling gesture. ]
I'm the one making this hard, now. I've been in a shitty mood all day and I'm taking it out on you, and I'm sorry. [ She pushes back off the bed, not to leave but to kick off jeans and socks and give herself a shake before returning to kneel on the mattress. ]
[Johanna is, obviously, no stranger to mood swings. Laughing one minute and pissed off the next, she can definitely sympathize with Kate right now.
Or, well. If she was someone prone to actual sympathy, maybe she could sympathize. Her version of sympathy is a little different: it means she's laying mostly on the bed with her pants pulled half-off, staring at Kate with an air of amusement and wariness, like she's concerned that she might explode, but it would be kind of funny if she did.]
Wow. [That's mild enough, even if her gaze is a bit more cutting.] Hi. Shitty is right.
[Primly, she scoots herself up so she's actually sitting on the bed, and lifts her hips to work her pants the rest of the way off, too. Down to her underwear and wool socks and t-shirt, she raises her eyebrows at Kate.]
Maybe you should tell me who pissed in your pancakes first, because that was seriously over-dramatic. Then I'll tell you one. It can be like a game. You love games. [She quirks the corner of her mouth upwards, sort of teasing.] Hey, is that one from your list? Games?
[ Kate takes this tease with much better grace, mouth tugged into half of a smile. ] I don't know if I would've said it was a list thing level of liking. [ But now she's clearly reconsidering, thoughtful for a second before she shrugs. ] Sure, maybe. Games are fun.
It wasn't anybody, though. It was just. [ She shrugs and shakes her head, and turns to pull Johanna's socks off her feet for her (for her!). ] The ship. Realizing in a couple weeks I'll have been here for an entire year and I still haven't figured out a single fucking thing. [ Socks go on the floor and Kate's hand goes into her hair and she shakes her head again. ]
[She doesn't sound sympathetic, or impressed. Just flat. Feet stripped of socks now, Johanna wiggles her toes in the cool air of the room before she curls forward a little to pull up at the hem of her t-shirt.]
There's worse anniversaries out there. Tell me when the actual day is and I'll take you out on a date. We'll cut a hole in a wall and see what's on the other side. Maybe we'll find Smiley.
[Her turn. She makes a little hmm, considering, as she lets her head drop to the side, ear pressed to her shoulder.]
Rough. I like it rough. Really rough.
[who's surprised it's no one, no one is surprised]
[ Yeah, that's all. Kate actually did sort of expect some sympathy on that, given Johanna's constant rage at whoever's in charge of this. There's a flare of anger when she's dismissed instead but she bites the inside of her cheek and lets it go. ]
I'm shocked. [ No one is shocked. But Kate is also pretty sure she hasn't been providing this, the #2 thing on her list. ] But how rough is really rough, exactly?
Really rough. I don't know. Do you have a chart you want me to measure by? I already told you, I like hair-pulling. I like ropes. I like biting.
[That's mean, maybe, a little, considering the marks at Kate's throat and wrist. Johanna is a little mean, and then some. She doesn't try to take it back or soften it, just keeps going--]
I don't want a chart I just meant an example. Like that. [ How hard was that, Johanna??
The scars Mitchell left are Kate's first thought too when Johanna says biting like that, and then she just gets mad. Not at Johanna (this time), at Mitchell, at herself, at how often things come up and her first thought is all negative connotations, bad memories, and how often she allows them to put her off. Fuck that. ]
I'd try that. Ropes and stuff. Whichever way you meant it. Wait, make who give us what answers?
[She says it so matter-of-factly, just before she tugs her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor. She doesn't have anything on underneath, just bare skin, which prickles immediately with gooseflesh. Unabashed, she smiles over at Kate, eyes narrowed.]
We'll get their attention and then we'll get answers. And then we can try ropes, because you'll have earned them.
[ The noise Kate makes is unmistakably a scoff. She scoots further onto the bed, still on her knees but reaching down to run cold fingers up Johanna's sides. It doesn't detract from her skepticism. ]
So I guess I'll just have to keep on wondering about that, then. Unless you've discovered a new direct line to a captain or some other brilliant plan that hasn't been tried a dozen times already?
On yelling at the ceiling as loud as I can until someone shows up that I can punch in the face until they give me the answers? Yeah, I gave up on that particular strategy a while ago. I thought we were supposed to be talking about sex, what happened to that?
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[Or something. Johanna tilts her head, her cheek pressed to her shoulder, and gives Kate a coy look.]
Want to know what's next on my list? I like it with someone who can keep up. And I'm not done being pissed off with whoever's in charge yet. I don't think I ever will be. The hottest thing is going to be putting an axe in their head. I'd have sex right there, in the blood. Like a victory thing.
[ Kate almost asks 'keep up how' but if she has to ask she's probably failing at it, right? ]
In the blood? [ she echoes instead, eyes narrowed and head tilted. She draws her hands in until thumbs meet and then back to hips. ] You can find somebody else for that. Just generally bloody, or like in the shower washing blood off, fine, I could be up for that. Adrenaline post-battle stuff, totally. But 'here is a puddle of blood let's screw in it'? Not so much.
[She bites at her lip a little, more for the effect than out of any real reaction. It's not like she's impervious--her own reaction is in there somewhere, muted under the rest of it--but Johanna is good at putting off any feeling at all.]
You won't know if you like it until you try. Maybe that's on my list. But I do like shower sex, that was a good guess.
I mean I don't want, but if you really have to roll around in gore with somebody I'm not going to hold you back.
[ Kate isn't really taking that bit of faux-distress seriously judging by the angle of her smile, but her answer's also a genuine one. So's her laugh. ]
There are things I'm willing to try at least once, but I'm pretty sure that isn't one. Hopefully one of these days we'll find them and you can test that theory. In the meantime, showers. How have we not done that yet? [ Other than that whole debacle with the bath tub, that is. ]
[She leans back, stretching her arms over her head with a probably falsely contented sigh, sucking in air in one go and then letting it out with a huff.]
[ Kate arches one dark brow and drops her mouth open like she's been terribly offended, which she definitely hasn't. It doesn't stop her reaching up as Johanna stretches to pinch a nipple. ]
You're the one who suggested right now. If you want to, let's. If not, later.
[ Maybe she should be more decisive but Kate really doesn't want to push her if there's any chance it'll turn into another hour of screaming and self-administered stitches. Besides, if Johanna's going to look away it just gives her another opportunity to mess with her and she darts a hand up to flick the other. ]
[If you don't want screaming, Kate, flicking Johanna's nipples is the wrong way to go about it. She rolls her eyes, sharply, as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and hauls herself up.]
It sucks that you aren't as funny as you think you are. Come on, get up.
[ Kate wasn't actually aiming to really annoy her (just this once), so when told to stop she sits back on her heels and lifts her hands away into the air with no repeat of the teasing. It does suck that she isn't as funny as she thinks she is.
There's an impulse to beg off as she gets to her feet, to jump back into pants and shoes and nope on out of there. But she's trying to beat this sour, sulky mood, not give in to it, so she leaves her clothes and just follows. ]
[Maybe it was a little funny. Or it would have been, if it was Johanna doing it. But it's not, so it isn't.
Naked, still, and totally untroubled by it, Johanna strolls out into the corridor, without waiting for Kate. Not directly, anyways; she hangs back a little.]
[ It's out of Kate's mouth almost before she's even aware she's thinking it, complete with cheesy porn voice. So much for being done bothering with jokes. She shrugs and gives a real answer. ]
Hot but not scalding, just comfortable. Too hot is bad for your skin. How do you like it? Boiling?
I knew I could count on you to find a way to make even washing your hair hardcore. [ This is dry, as amused as that glance she got. She'll take what she can get. ] Thanks.
[ She even smiles a little, a brief, sincere little curve at one corner of her mouth. She's brought her bow along despite (because of?) bare legs and Johanna's nakedness, and has both thumbs hooked behind the strap against her chest. ]
You could turn it up boiling at first so it steams everything up and then turn it down a little for me.
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[ Because that is definitely not on her list, judging by the edge of irritation crept back into Kate's tone. She hooks a grip just above Johanna's knees and lifts, shoving her back and following to pull her pants undone with more force than is strictly necessary. ]
Do whichever you want, you're going to anyway.
[ But then she stops abruptly and sits back on her heels, hands lifted to dig into her hair at the back of her head, kneading once as she takes a deep breath, and then dropping to press the air, palms down in a sort of quelling gesture. ]
I'm the one making this hard, now. I've been in a shitty mood all day and I'm taking it out on you, and I'm sorry. [ She pushes back off the bed, not to leave but to kick off jeans and socks and give herself a shake before returning to kneel on the mattress. ]
Okay. Hi. Tell me your list?
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Or, well. If she was someone prone to actual sympathy, maybe she could sympathize. Her version of sympathy is a little different: it means she's laying mostly on the bed with her pants pulled half-off, staring at Kate with an air of amusement and wariness, like she's concerned that she might explode, but it would be kind of funny if she did.]
Wow. [That's mild enough, even if her gaze is a bit more cutting.] Hi. Shitty is right.
[Primly, she scoots herself up so she's actually sitting on the bed, and lifts her hips to work her pants the rest of the way off, too. Down to her underwear and wool socks and t-shirt, she raises her eyebrows at Kate.]
Maybe you should tell me who pissed in your pancakes first, because that was seriously over-dramatic. Then I'll tell you one. It can be like a game. You love games. [She quirks the corner of her mouth upwards, sort of teasing.] Hey, is that one from your list? Games?
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It wasn't anybody, though. It was just. [ She shrugs and shakes her head, and turns to pull Johanna's socks off her feet for her (for her!). ] The ship. Realizing in a couple weeks I'll have been here for an entire year and I still haven't figured out a single fucking thing. [ Socks go on the floor and Kate's hand goes into her hair and she shakes her head again. ]
Anyway. Your turn.
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[She doesn't sound sympathetic, or impressed. Just flat. Feet stripped of socks now, Johanna wiggles her toes in the cool air of the room before she curls forward a little to pull up at the hem of her t-shirt.]
There's worse anniversaries out there. Tell me when the actual day is and I'll take you out on a date. We'll cut a hole in a wall and see what's on the other side. Maybe we'll find Smiley.
[Her turn. She makes a little hmm, considering, as she lets her head drop to the side, ear pressed to her shoulder.]
Rough. I like it rough. Really rough.
[who's surprised it's no one, no one is surprised]
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I'm shocked. [ No one is shocked. But Kate is also pretty sure she hasn't been providing this, the #2 thing on her list. ] But how rough is really rough, exactly?
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Really rough. I don't know. Do you have a chart you want me to measure by? I already told you, I like hair-pulling. I like ropes. I like biting.
[That's mean, maybe, a little, considering the marks at Kate's throat and wrist. Johanna is a little mean, and then some. She doesn't try to take it back or soften it, just keeps going--]
We could always make someone give us the answers.
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The scars Mitchell left are Kate's first thought too when Johanna says biting like that, and then she just gets mad. Not at Johanna (this time), at Mitchell, at herself, at how often things come up and her first thought is all negative connotations, bad memories, and how often she allows them to put her off. Fuck that. ]
I'd try that. Ropes and stuff. Whichever way you meant it. Wait, make who give us what answers?
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[She says it so matter-of-factly, just before she tugs her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor. She doesn't have anything on underneath, just bare skin, which prickles immediately with gooseflesh. Unabashed, she smiles over at Kate, eyes narrowed.]
We'll get their attention and then we'll get answers. And then we can try ropes, because you'll have earned them.
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So I guess I'll just have to keep on wondering about that, then. Unless you've discovered a new direct line to a captain or some other brilliant plan that hasn't been tried a dozen times already?
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So you gave up?
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On yelling at the ceiling as loud as I can until someone shows up that I can punch in the face until they give me the answers? Yeah, I gave up on that particular strategy a while ago. I thought we were supposed to be talking about sex, what happened to that?
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[Or something. Johanna tilts her head, her cheek pressed to her shoulder, and gives Kate a coy look.]
Want to know what's next on my list? I like it with someone who can keep up. And I'm not done being pissed off with whoever's in charge yet. I don't think I ever will be. The hottest thing is going to be putting an axe in their head. I'd have sex right there, in the blood. Like a victory thing.
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In the blood? [ she echoes instead, eyes narrowed and head tilted. She draws her hands in until thumbs meet and then back to hips. ] You can find somebody else for that. Just generally bloody, or like in the shower washing blood off, fine, I could be up for that. Adrenaline post-battle stuff, totally. But 'here is a puddle of blood let's screw in it'? Not so much.
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[She bites at her lip a little, more for the effect than out of any real reaction. It's not like she's impervious--her own reaction is in there somewhere, muted under the rest of it--but Johanna is good at putting off any feeling at all.]
You won't know if you like it until you try. Maybe that's on my list. But I do like shower sex, that was a good guess.
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[ Kate isn't really taking that bit of faux-distress seriously judging by the angle of her smile, but her answer's also a genuine one. So's her laugh. ]
There are things I'm willing to try at least once, but I'm pretty sure that isn't one. Hopefully one of these days we'll find them and you can test that theory. In the meantime, showers. How have we not done that yet? [ Other than that whole debacle with the bath tub, that is. ]
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[She leans back, stretching her arms over her head with a probably falsely contented sigh, sucking in air in one go and then letting it out with a huff.]
I could take a shower now.
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[ Kate arches one dark brow and drops her mouth open like she's been terribly offended, which she definitely hasn't. It doesn't stop her reaching up as Johanna stretches to pinch a nipple. ]
I don't actually need one, but sure, why not.
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[It's not a yelp, really, but that audacity has to be acknowledge. She gives Kate a somewhat indignant look before she turns--quite pointedly--away.]
You're the one that suggested it. I could care less.
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You're the one who suggested right now. If you want to, let's. If not, later.
[ Maybe she should be more decisive but Kate really doesn't want to push her if there's any chance it'll turn into another hour of screaming and self-administered stitches. Besides, if Johanna's going to look away it just gives her another opportunity to mess with her and she darts a hand up to flick the other. ]
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[If you don't want screaming, Kate, flicking Johanna's nipples is the wrong way to go about it. She rolls her eyes, sharply, as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and hauls herself up.]
It sucks that you aren't as funny as you think you are. Come on, get up.
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There's an impulse to beg off as she gets to her feet, to jump back into pants and shoes and nope on out of there. But she's trying to beat this sour, sulky mood, not give in to it, so she leaves her clothes and just follows. ]
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Naked, still, and totally untroubled by it, Johanna strolls out into the corridor, without waiting for Kate. Not directly, anyways; she hangs back a little.]
How hot do you like it?
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[ It's out of Kate's mouth almost before she's even aware she's thinking it, complete with cheesy porn voice. So much for being done bothering with jokes. She shrugs and gives a real answer. ]
Hot but not scalding, just comfortable. Too hot is bad for your skin. How do you like it? Boiling?
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I like it boiling. Obviously. But I'm willing to make allowances for you.
[Loftily, she adds:]
You're welcome.
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[ She even smiles a little, a brief, sincere little curve at one corner of her mouth. She's brought her bow along despite (because of?) bare legs and Johanna's nakedness, and has both thumbs hooked behind the strap against her chest. ]
You could turn it up boiling at first so it steams everything up and then turn it down a little for me.
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