[ 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.
[She lifts her eyebrows a little, lifts her chin, challenging. Naked though she is, she's also brought along a weapon, of course: an axe. No one is surprised. With casual ease, she swings it onto her shoulder.]
What, you're just now figuring out I like looking at you?
[ Kate laughs and rolls her eyes, but her smile tugs wider and she drags a slow, obvious look down to Johanna's toes and back up. It's a deliberate gesture, but there's nothing forced about the way her gaze lingers. It ends in a smirk. ]
[And Johanna doesn't mind one bit. Rather, she basks in the attention, tips her chin up a little, lets her hair swing over her shoulder. She gives Kate a smirk in return, as she lets her walk shift to a bit of a saunter.]
Well, yeah. I knew both of those.
[Like, duh, Kate.]
What I didn't know was how into watching you were. Guess I started to figure it out when you asked if you could watch me being sketched, but this takes it to a new level.
All I said was you could run the shower hotter for a minute before I get in! How is that--??
[ Kate's protest is still laughing, bemused more than defensive this time. She throws up a hand in surrender. ]
Fine, yes, I think the-- mental image, idea, whatever-- of the two of you together is hot. Why would that not be hot? But it wouldn't work in real life.
[Why would it not be, indeed. And the answer is: it would be, very. Image and actual event. And doesn't she know it. But, still, she raises her eyebrows at Kate, in another kind of challenge. Please elaborate:]
[ The look she gets back from Kate is her head tipped to one side and a flat look, like, really? ]
First of all because I really doubt that he's going to sleep with you. And even if he did I don't think he'd be cool with someone watching. And even if you talked him into all of it, I think the awkwardness would still totally drown out the hotness.
[She lifts her shoulder at Kate, coy, with a smirk.]
I'm very distracting when I want to be. [As well you know, which she does not say, but implies, heavily.] Anyway, who says he'd know you were watching? It can be fun in secret. Or so I've heard. I don't bother much with 'secret'.
Now see, that wouldn't be awkward. That would just be straight up creepy.
[ Kate collects a towel as they pass them and twists it between her hands. ]
He's like-- I don't know how to explain it and you don't care anyway, but he's a really big deal. I mean, the older version of him in my world is. It's like some combination of your most intimidating uncle and your childhood hero. I can joke about how hot he is and picture arms and pretend they're someone else's but more than that seems wrong.
[She listens, at least--which is more than she would usually offer to someone, especially in a circumstance like this. But she really does listen, almost politely...
And then she tosses her hair over her shoulder, with a dismissive air.]
I'm so glad I've never cared about anything like that. Now or ever. I guess you'll just have to let me have him.
[ Of course she hasn't. Kate sort of wants to sigh but also knows that was about the nicest possible response she could've hoped for. Johanna tosses her hair, and Kate shrugs back at her. ]
Maybe I'll just make friends with Nick, instead. He's just like a scruffier, less wholesome version.
[She goes to one of the showers without the slightest of hesitations. She's got this now; she doesn't so much as flinch, just turns the tap all the way to the right. The water gushes down immediately, and the steam is quick to follow.]
[ There's a pause and a twitch of Kate's head in response, a sort of full-body oh that's like a flinch, minus the negativity.
She hangs her bow on a towel hook just outside the cube Johanna picks, and quickly strips off t-shirt and underwear to leave beside it. She avoids the spray for the moment, skirting around it through the steam. ]
[Determined, and set not to care, Johanna steps right into the spray of water, and turns her face up toward the spray, pleased. Her eyes shut a moment; her hands held curled at her sides. The water is so hot it's nearly scalding, and she doesn't flinch away.
After a moment, she gives a brisk shake of her head, scattering water every which-way, before she turns a smile over at Kate.]
[ Kate leans against the wall, already flushing red in the heat, even with only her feet directly in the water's path. She pulls her hair up off her neck with both hands and holds it at the top of her head. When she smiles back it comes with a significant percentage of smirk. ]
You don't seem like you'd be very good at sharing.
[Might. She flashes Kate a grin, before she turns her face back up toward the spray again, scrubbing her fingers through her hair. Her skin is pink in patches, from the heat, and the force of the water.]
Or I guess you can try and teach me. It could be fun.
Hmmmm. Maybe. I'm not sure you'd be much good at being shared, either. Too passive.
[ Kate is still smiling, and there's a thoughtful cast to her expression as she watches. If she's going to get teased about liking to, she might as well give it a try. ]
[Too passive, ha ha. Johanna shoots her another glance, this one too sharp to be anything idle.
And she doesn't exactly relax, when she realizes that Kate is looking at her. It's just an extra heft of awareness, one that has her standing a little taller, shoulders held higher. She sweeps her damp hair over her shoulder again, as she deliberately turns her back on Kate.]
He drew a nice picture of me, and then we said we'd see each other again. But, for the record? I wasn't even trying. I just wanted to be naked.
[The way she says that, it doesn't even sound like an excuse. Because it isn't. It's a reason.]
[ Kate's reaction to that glance-- in the brief second before Johanna's turned away again-- is confusion. She meant it was too passive a role and Johanna is too acti-- nevermind, whatever, back to admiring the view.
And grinning a little at that excuse reason. It's tempting to just keep looking, to wait until she's invited or ordered or pulled over or something. But she finally moves, letting her hair drop and pushing off the wall to step into the water. She's quiet and quick as she comes up behind Johanna to slide hands down her sides and press a kiss to the back of her shoulder. ]
And you wanted to make him nervous. But I meant what happened the last time you tried sharing?
[Maybe Kate knows her too well. Johanna, right now, doesn't care. She smiles at the wall, her eyes half-shut under the warm push of Kate's hand, the warm press of her mouth. One hand drifts up, vaguely, and her fingers twine in a little bit of Kate's hair, toying with it.]
The last time I tried sharing, I got bored.
[A coy little confession. She sighs, like she's full of regret.]
But you can be pretty interesting, when you want to be. Maybe that'll be enough.
[ Kate's hair is a thick dark mass in the steam, the wisps at the edges curling, unruly in a way it's rarely allowed to be otherwise. Hands stroke down to hips and back up and in, palms skimming across wet skin, arms coming around Johanna as she steps in near enough to press against her back. Her laugh is light and soft, huffed into the nape of her neck. ]
Bored because you didn't have enough to do, or because they didn't pay enough attention to you?
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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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So you do like to watch.
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[ Kate laughs and rolls her eyes, but her smile tugs wider and she drags a slow, obvious look down to Johanna's toes and back up. It's a deliberate gesture, but there's nothing forced about the way her gaze lingers. It ends in a smirk. ]
Bullshit, you know you're hot.
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Well, yeah. I knew both of those.
[Like, duh, Kate.]
What I didn't know was how into watching you were. Guess I started to figure it out when you asked if you could watch me being sketched, but this takes it to a new level.
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[ Kate's protest is still laughing, bemused more than defensive this time. She throws up a hand in surrender. ]
Fine, yes, I think the-- mental image, idea, whatever-- of the two of you together is hot. Why would that not be hot? But it wouldn't work in real life.
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Why wouldn't it?
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First of all because I really doubt that he's going to sleep with you. And even if he did I don't think he'd be cool with someone watching. And even if you talked him into all of it, I think the awkwardness would still totally drown out the hotness.
[ duh. ]
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[She lifts her shoulder at Kate, coy, with a smirk.]
I'm very distracting when I want to be. [As well you know, which she does not say, but implies, heavily.] Anyway, who says he'd know you were watching? It can be fun in secret. Or so I've heard. I don't bother much with 'secret'.
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[ Kate collects a towel as they pass them and twists it between her hands. ]
He's like-- I don't know how to explain it and you don't care anyway, but he's a really big deal. I mean, the older version of him in my world is. It's like some combination of your most intimidating uncle and your childhood hero. I can joke about how hot he is and picture arms and pretend they're someone else's but more than that seems wrong.
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[She listens, at least--which is more than she would usually offer to someone, especially in a circumstance like this. But she really does listen, almost politely...
And then she tosses her hair over her shoulder, with a dismissive air.]
I'm so glad I've never cared about anything like that. Now or ever. I guess you'll just have to let me have him.
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Maybe I'll just make friends with Nick, instead. He's just like a scruffier, less wholesome version.
[ so there. ]
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[She goes to one of the showers without the slightest of hesitations. She's got this now; she doesn't so much as flinch, just turns the tap all the way to the right. The water gushes down immediately, and the steam is quick to follow.]
Or watching him fight. Or whatever.
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She hangs her bow on a towel hook just outside the cube Johanna picks, and quickly strips off t-shirt and underwear to leave beside it. She avoids the spray for the moment, skirting around it through the steam. ]
Those are two very different options.
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After a moment, she gives a brisk shake of her head, scattering water every which-way, before she turns a smile over at Kate.]
The fighting one is better, right.
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You don't seem like you'd be very good at sharing.
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[Might. She flashes Kate a grin, before she turns her face back up toward the spray again, scrubbing her fingers through her hair. Her skin is pink in patches, from the heat, and the force of the water.]
Or I guess you can try and teach me. It could be fun.
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[ Kate is still smiling, and there's a thoughtful cast to her expression as she watches. If she's going to get teased about liking to, she might as well give it a try. ]
How did it go last time?
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And she doesn't exactly relax, when she realizes that Kate is looking at her. It's just an extra heft of awareness, one that has her standing a little taller, shoulders held higher. She sweeps her damp hair over her shoulder again, as she deliberately turns her back on Kate.]
He drew a nice picture of me, and then we said we'd see each other again. But, for the record? I wasn't even trying. I just wanted to be naked.
[The way she says that, it doesn't even sound like an excuse. Because it isn't. It's a reason.]
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And grinning a little at that
excusereason. It's tempting to just keep looking, to wait until she's invited or ordered or pulled over or something. But she finally moves, letting her hair drop and pushing off the wall to step into the water. She's quiet and quick as she comes up behind Johanna to slide hands down her sides and press a kiss to the back of her shoulder. ]And you wanted to make him nervous. But I meant what happened the last time you tried sharing?
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The last time I tried sharing, I got bored.
[A coy little confession. She sighs, like she's full of regret.]
But you can be pretty interesting, when you want to be. Maybe that'll be enough.
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Bored because you didn't have enough to do, or because they didn't pay enough attention to you?
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