So? That's two hundred other people who can help, or take up space. Whatever.
[Meatshields, et cetera. Johanna tries to roll her leg out of the way in time, but she doesn't entirely succeed. Kate's foot still strikes its target. Irritated, she rolls her eyes.]
It's two hundred other people who get a say in how this is handled. Not that any of that matters since we have no way to tell them where we are anyway and last I checked neither of us was Tony Stark.
[ But one of them did just win the stupid leg-kicking game, and Johanna's lack of immediate reprisal gets a hint of a satisfied smirk for a second. ]
[fuck Tony Stark whoever he is. Johanna turns her device around so Kate can see her otherwise private message with Raven. Triumphant, however preemptively.
There's a beat--and then she lashes out, suddenly, twists onto her side so she can kick at Kate with both feet.]
[ Sorry, Johanna, Kate is giving her one of those looks, the flat dry ones that are super unimpressed with her attitude. She leans over to look at the message and rolls her eyes, and then rolls over to lie on top of Johanna's legs after that kick catches her right in the muscle and threatens bruises. ]
[--She says, with venom. It loses some of its power when Kate rolls on top of her legs, cuts off in a huff of irritated breath. She arches her hips against the bed, trying to heave Kate off. It's enough that she manages to get a little relief from her weight, but the angle is bad.]
[ Kate sprawls even more deliberately and obnoxiously, flopping legs and an arm out, pure dead weight. ]
Yeah, wow. Caution and foresight, how stupid is that. I'm such an idiot wanting to take more than five minutes to figure out my options instead of just charging off like bull who saw red.
Unlike some people, I don't feel the need to respond to every single thing that annoys me even a little with violence. [ Which is why she pretends not to have noticed that pinch and doesn't retaliate even though her nose wrinkles in pain. She is making a point here!! ]
We have plenty of options worth at least exploring. If we just keep in contact maybe we can figure out how they're contacting us and use it to track them, or get into their systems, or contact somebody else. Maybe we can convince them to send us stuff, maybe we can find out more about where we are, more about what they know, or about how the ship works. Just because they won't volunteer all their secrets or fall over themselves doing exactly what we'd like doesn't mean the only alternative is attacking them immediately. Honestly, try a little imagination.
[She is so far beyond annoyed. Kate's list doesn't get much out of Johanna. She listens, yeah, her gaze flat and unimpressed, her fingers ready to pinch again if she needs to.
Maybe some small part of her thinks something like, oh, Kate, exasperated, pitying. It comes out as an eyeroll.]
I don't want to track them. I don't want a phone conversation. I want them to come here, to us. I'm tired of playing games and asking questions and answering riddles. I want them to come here. And then we can get answers out of them.
[ Kate rolls off of her, sits up with her back against the wall. ]
Yeah, and what have your plans gotten you? If 'I'm going to find someone I can hit in the face with an axe because obviously that always solves everything' even counts as a plan.
[Johanna tugs her t-shirt over her head, and smiles at nothing. The cool air makes her bare skin prickle. The Jump warning keeps going; she ignores it.]
The odds are ever in our favor.
[Not.]
Don't worry. They won't kill you.
[Whether she means that because Kate has good luck, or because she can defend herself, or because she'll defend Kate (the least likely), she doesn't seem inclined to elaborate. Instead, she climbs back on the bed, naked, and takes hold of Kate's comm device, to toss it aside--and in the same movement, she moves in to press her mouth to Kate's in an insistent kiss.]
I'm not wor-- wha-- [ Kate's caught by surprise, as evidenced by the muffled noise Johanna cuts off, but it still takes her a minute to tug her mouth sideways out of that kiss. ]
We have to get to Medical. And I'm irritated with you!
[And doesn't care, obviously. Her hand slips up to grab at Kate's chin, turning her back for another kiss.]
I'll be quick.
[And she fits her mouth to Kate's again, hard, teeth and tongue. Her other hand fixes at one of Kate's breasts, a quick squeeze of pressure, before it slips down, tugging at her waistband.]
[ Kate makes a noise against her mouth that's half-protest, half-encouragement, but she kisses her back, only pulling her mouth free long enough to grumble. ]
I really don't like you sometimes. And you're always quick. [ Half true but here Kate still is, arms draping around her hips and making no move to escape Johanna's hands. ]
[Doesn't want to be, not interested, but could. She could do anything she wanted. What she wants right now is Kate, obviously, and she pulls at button and zipper until she has space enough, heel of her han leaned against pubic bone and fingers slipped down.]
Maybe next time.
[Still with the jump warnings going off, she kisses Kate again, even harder--bites at her lip when she pulls away and then kisses her again.]
[ Kate's voice catches on a hint of a laugh and she shifts, pushing hips out from the wall, angling to give Johanna room. She returns that kiss with as much teeth as she gets, grip tightening on her sides. She doesn't pull away as far to speak this time. ]
[Pleased, Johanna smirks against Kate's mouth. They're still close enough that the expression brushes her lips against Kate's. Not so irritated anymore, are you.]
I'll be here.
[There's a hardness to it, a challenge. Just try and stop her, ship. As she leans back in to kiss her again, hungry and enthusiastic, she slips her fingers against Kate, teasing at flesh that grows quickly slick under her touch.]
[ Kate's laugh rises and breaks into a groan, and nails dig into Johanna's back. But she tips her head back against the wall to let her see her smirk. ]
No. I just wanted to make you admit you'd miss this.
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I want to see what we can find out, first. Not to mention there are two hundred other people involved.
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[Meatshields, et cetera. Johanna tries to roll her leg out of the way in time, but she doesn't entirely succeed. Kate's foot still strikes its target. Irritated, she rolls her eyes.]
You know they're not going to tell us anything.
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[ But one of them did just win the stupid leg-kicking game, and Johanna's lack of immediate reprisal gets a hint of a satisfied smirk for a second. ]
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[fuck Tony Stark whoever he is. Johanna turns her device around so Kate can see her otherwise private message with Raven. Triumphant, however preemptively.
There's a beat--and then she lashes out, suddenly, twists onto her side so she can kick at Kate with both feet.]
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[ Sorry, Johanna, Kate is giving her one of those looks, the flat dry ones that are super unimpressed with her attitude. She leans over to look at the message and rolls her eyes, and then rolls over to lie on top of Johanna's legs after that kick catches her right in the muscle and threatens bruises. ]
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[--She says, with venom. It loses some of its power when Kate rolls on top of her legs, cuts off in a huff of irritated breath. She arches her hips against the bed, trying to heave Kate off. It's enough that she manages to get a little relief from her weight, but the angle is bad.]
Get off of me.
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Yeah, wow. Caution and foresight, how stupid is that. I'm such an idiot wanting to take more than five minutes to figure out my options instead of just charging off like bull who saw red.
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What options? They weren't telling us shit. They were practically taunting us. You can't tell me you're actually okay with that?
[And she twists one arm around to pinch at Kate's leg, catching as much meat as she can between thumb and forefinger.]
They're not going to rescue us.
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We have plenty of options worth at least exploring. If we just keep in contact maybe we can figure out how they're contacting us and use it to track them, or get into their systems, or contact somebody else. Maybe we can convince them to send us stuff, maybe we can find out more about where we are, more about what they know, or about how the ship works. Just because they won't volunteer all their secrets or fall over themselves doing exactly what we'd like doesn't mean the only alternative is attacking them immediately. Honestly, try a little imagination.
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[She is so far beyond annoyed. Kate's list doesn't get much out of Johanna. She listens, yeah, her gaze flat and unimpressed, her fingers ready to pinch again if she needs to.
Maybe some small part of her thinks something like, oh, Kate, exasperated, pitying. It comes out as an eyeroll.]
I don't want to track them. I don't want a phone conversation. I want them to come here, to us. I'm tired of playing games and asking questions and answering riddles. I want them to come here. And then we can get answers out of them.
[She grins a little, a flash of teeth.]
How's that for imagination.
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It's pretty shit, actually. I know you're not stupid, why do you act like you're incapable of thinking these things through?
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[She starts working herself out from beneath Kate's weight, short sharp movements.]
I'm done with letting other people come up with plans and then just going along with them. You know what that's gotten me? Nothing.
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Yeah, and what have your plans gotten you? If 'I'm going to find someone I can hit in the face with an axe because obviously that always solves everything' even counts as a plan.
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Fuck you.
[Conversationally. She turns around again, kicks off her socks before she stands to slip off her shorts.]
My plans kept me alive. And this one will too.
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[ Kate's back to typing, and doesn't quite register that Johanna's undressing rather than getting ready to leave. ]
Three? Six? A dozen? How many of them had guns and space-age body armor?
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The odds are ever in our favor.
[Not.]
Don't worry. They won't kill you.
[Whether she means that because Kate has good luck, or because she can defend herself, or because she'll defend Kate (the least likely), she doesn't seem inclined to elaborate. Instead, she climbs back on the bed, naked, and takes hold of Kate's comm device, to toss it aside--and in the same movement, she moves in to press her mouth to Kate's in an insistent kiss.]
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We have to get to Medical. And I'm irritated with you!
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[And doesn't care, obviously. Her hand slips up to grab at Kate's chin, turning her back for another kiss.]
I'll be quick.
[And she fits her mouth to Kate's again, hard, teeth and tongue. Her other hand fixes at one of Kate's breasts, a quick squeeze of pressure, before it slips down, tugging at her waistband.]
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I really don't like you sometimes. And you're always quick. [ Half true but here Kate still is, arms draping around her hips and making no move to escape Johanna's hands. ]
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[Doesn't want to be, not interested, but could. She could do anything she wanted. What she wants right now is Kate, obviously, and she pulls at button and zipper until she has space enough, heel of her han leaned against pubic bone and fingers slipped down.]
Maybe next time.
[Still with the jump warnings going off, she kisses Kate again, even harder--bites at her lip when she pulls away and then kisses her again.]
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[ Kate's voice catches on a hint of a laugh and she shifts, pushing hips out from the wall, angling to give Johanna room. She returns that kiss with as much teeth as she gets, grip tightening on her sides. She doesn't pull away as far to speak this time. ]
If we're both still here after the jump.
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I'll be here.
[There's a hardness to it, a challenge. Just try and stop her, ship. As she leans back in to kiss her again, hungry and enthusiastic, she slips her fingers against Kate, teasing at flesh that grows quickly slick under her touch.]
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Maybe I won't. [ She snaps teeth just shy of Johanna's lip and her smile is sharp. ] Maybe this is all you get.
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It better not be.
[Or else, and she punctuates that by twisting her wrist a little, pressing her thumb against her clit, too sudden and harsh to be teasing.]
Is this what gets you off? Talking about who's going to be the last one left?
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No. I just wanted to make you admit you'd miss this.
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