[She knows who it is. But she still takes her time with answering the door, because she can. Once it's open, she leans against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest, and lets her gaze crawl slowly over Kate, lingering at the shape of her hands in her pockets.]
[ Kate shrugs, the shift of her shoulders pushing her hands even further, until the ridge of a hipbone is glimpsed between jeans and the hem of her grey t-shirt. She smiles crookedly. ]
I've never found these elevators much of a turn-on.
[ Kate is confused at the axe, and Johanna breezing past her, naked, and doesn't bother to hide it, though she does follow, a couple quick steps catching her up. ]
[She smiles over at Kate, like this is a literal walk in the park. Just a couple of girls, walking together. One girl naked and with an axe, one girl who sent the other girl a picture of herself with her hand down her jeans.
Yeeaaah.... [ Kate concedes that sort of reluctantly and uncertainly, replaying the message in her head. ] But that was definitely before the whole sexting thing. [ Surely that changed the plan??? ]
[She swings her axe off of her shoulder, to carry it at her side instead.]
Like, actually no one. I never see anyone. If that's what you're worried about. And it's not like I haven't seen you naked already. Now we're just adding wrestling to it.
[ That doesn't actually make Kate feel any better about being here, but it's not really the issue at hand, either. She rolls her eyes. ]
It just sounds like a lot of really awkward bruises and chafing I don't need in my life. If we're going to be rolling around naked why bother with the wrestling?
[ Kate is so not sold on this, not even a little bit. It sounds awkward and possibly painful and she's not actually done being wary about being naked out in the open, wary of embarrassment but also of attack. But Johanna makes a pretty good point, and open-mindedness has been serving her well this week. Plus she'll make it worth her while?
Kate and covers her face and groans a muffled and not particularly sexy noise through her hands, and then drops them to begin stripping. ]
Fiiiiine. Fine. I'll try it. But you had better make it worth it.
[ Kate has only gotten as far as toeing off her shoes and lifting the hem of her shirt up around her chin when that makes her stop and stare flatly at Johanna. ]
[Stupid suggestion. She pushes Kate's hands out of the way so she can undo the button herself, hook her thumbs into the belt loops and tug down, all very easy and matter-of-fact.]
You'll be falling out of that pretty bra of yours in two seconds. Or I'll snap the straps on you when you're trying to choke me.
If you rip this I really will strangle you. [ Kate means the bra, a hand even lifting protectively to a strap. But Johanna undressing her isn't hurting. She steps out of her jeans. ] I feel like this needs a soundtrack right now. Something really cheesy and porny, maybe.
[Without pause, she kicks Kate's jeans aside and slips one hand up her bare back, fingers skimming up until they find the other bra strap, which she plucks at, almost gently. The slap it makes against Kate's shoulderblade is minuscule.]
You'll have to supply the music, if you want music. I don't have any, and I'm not here to sing.
[Come on, Katie, what do you think. She lets her hand slip down again, tracing along the line of Kate's back--and with one deft movement, undoes that clasp. With that same hand, she hooks her thumb back into the strap and tugs it down over Kate's shoulder, wearing a very self-satisfied smirk.]
[ She thinks it's fun to poke at her and also that her hand was right there already! Efficiency. Kate slips it off and bends to gather up her clothes. She's not going to fold them, but they are going all together in a pile, at least. ]
Of course you have. Alright, let's get this completely ridiculous thing overwith.
[But really do sound excited, like Johanna--who immediately steps in and grabs for Kate's left arm, half turned toward her--right arm snaked around her back again, right hip pressed close--and still gripping at Kate's left arm, which she tugs on, sharply, pulls her in--either to heave her onto her back and over her shoulder, slam her down onto the mat--or else just start a weird sideways dance with her, whatever.]
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That doesn't look very satisfying.
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I've never found these elevators much of a turn-on.
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I bet I can change your mind. Just ask Katniss about her elevator ride with me.
[But then she breaks her gaze and turns around to grab up her axe, and slips out into the hallway with Kate.]
Come on.
[And she starts down the hallway.]
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[ Kate is confused at the axe, and Johanna breezing past her, naked, and doesn't bother to hide it, though she does follow, a couple quick steps catching her up. ]
Where are we going? I assume not far....
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You know. Normal.]
I said gym first. Didn't I?
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You want to skip naked wrestling? Come on, Katie. This is a date. I didn't invite you all the way up here so you could use me.
[She smiles over at her again.]
I want to use you too.
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You're not-- you're serious? You're serious. [ She laughs again and lifts a hand, shaking her head. ] I am not wrestling you naked in the gym.
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[She swings her axe off of her shoulder, to carry it at her side instead.]
Like, actually no one. I never see anyone. If that's what you're worried about. And it's not like I haven't seen you naked already. Now we're just adding wrestling to it.
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It just sounds like a lot of really awkward bruises and chafing I don't need in my life. If we're going to be rolling around naked why bother with the wrestling?
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Because it's so much fun, Kate. You've never tried it, have you?
[They've reached the gym by now, and Johanna opens the door, smoothly, and keeps on leading the way, into the room.]
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No.
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You need to be more open-minded. If you've never tried it, you won't know if you like it or not. I promise, I'll make it worth your while.
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Kate and covers her face and groans a muffled and not particularly sexy noise through her hands, and then drops them to begin stripping. ]
Fiiiiine. Fine. I'll try it. But you had better make it worth it.
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We could oil up, if you're worried about chafing.
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Yeah, that's definitely going to be a 'no'.
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Come on. We're never going to have any fun this way. Hurry up, I didn't invite you here for you to have your shirt half-on and half-off--
[If Kate needs incentive, here it is, in the form of Johanna moving in to grab hold of the hem of her shirt, too, and tugging it upwards.]
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Better? What if you wrestle naked and I just wrestle topless, how's that.
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[Stupid suggestion. She pushes Kate's hands out of the way so she can undo the button herself, hook her thumbs into the belt loops and tug down, all very easy and matter-of-fact.]
You'll be falling out of that pretty bra of yours in two seconds. Or I'll snap the straps on you when you're trying to choke me.
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[Without pause, she kicks Kate's jeans aside and slips one hand up her bare back, fingers skimming up until they find the other bra strap, which she plucks at, almost gently. The slap it makes against Kate's shoulderblade is minuscule.]
You'll have to supply the music, if you want music. I don't have any, and I'm not here to sing.
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[ Time to either back out or bite this bullet. She reaches to shove panties down herself, leaving the bra. ]
Let's see your unclasping skills.
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[Come on, Katie, what do you think. She lets her hand slip down again, tracing along the line of Kate's back--and with one deft movement, undoes that clasp. With that same hand, she hooks her thumb back into the strap and tugs it down over Kate's shoulder, wearing a very self-satisfied smirk.]
Like I haven't done this before.
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Of course you have. Alright, let's get this completely ridiculous thing overwith.
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Don't sound so excited.
[But really do sound excited, like Johanna--who immediately steps in and grabs for Kate's left arm, half turned toward her--right arm snaked around her back again, right hip pressed close--and still gripping at Kate's left arm, which she tugs on, sharply, pulls her in--either to heave her onto her back and over her shoulder, slam her down onto the mat--or else just start a weird sideways dance with her, whatever.]
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