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[She further interrupts the kiss to laugh--though she also does it without pulling away from her, bumping her teeth against Kate's lips.]

Whining isn't cute.

[As general statement. Kate wasn't really whining, per se, and in case she thinks about bitching about exactly that, Johanna bites at her lip before she lets that fierceness slip into another kiss.

And then she snakes a hand between them to shove at Kate's shoulder.]

Get up. And don't put your clothes on.

I'm n-- [ Kate was totally going to argue that point, but she's not unhappy to be interrupted, pressing nearer into the next kiss. The shove gets her sitting up on her knees and then pushing smoothly to her feet, looking down at Johanna. She offers a hand and a smirk. ]

But what if I want you to take them off me again?

Really?

[She gives Kate a scathing little look, but accepts her hand up. And really, she's thinking the suggestion isn't that bad, except for the part where it wastes time--but it could be a fun waste of time...

Impatience makes her second-guess the value of that fun. Pride means she doesn't admit it, either, but shrugs, one shouldered.]

If you want to waste time.

[ Kate hauls her up to her feet and doesn't let go, another tug bringing them toe to toe. ]

It might be fun. [ She speaks close, lips and nose ghosting down Johanna's jaw and cheekbone toward her ear but not quite making it before she stops short. ] But maybe next time.

[ She lets go and steps back out of her space, gathering up her clothes and shoes but not putting them on as she heads back out toward Johanna's room. ]

[Next time. She's more than okay with doing that next time, and equally more than okay with there being a next time at all.

Which means that she can take a little time to watch Kate walk off, observing her bare ass. And then, leisurely, she moves after her, though it doesn't take much to catch up.]

Don't try and go without me. You won't get far.

[Not that she sounds particularly bothered or love-struck. Just stating a fact, that's all.]

Even if I did give you a head start.

[ Kate knows her ass is being watched. Or assumes, anyway. Confidently assumes. So she walks like she's wearing heels, feet on a straight line so hips swing. She gets to the doorway before she turns to look back over her shoulder, leaning against the frame so her body is in profile. She grins. ]

Hurry up, then. Unless you just want to meet me at the finish line.

[ Johanna catches up even as she's saying it and Kate pushes off the door to head down the hall with her. It's a short walk but she spends most of it keeping an eye out on their surroundings, not bothering to hide her wariness. Not bothering to hide when she's checking Johanna out, either, which is almost as often. ]

Like I'd let you finish without me.

[Let. Notice that. She's going to be very involved in this, full stop, though she is in no way discouraging the fact that Kate is looking at her. Nor is she pretending like she's not looking back at her, because she absolutely is.

But before they reach her room: there's dozens and dozens of empty rooms on this floor, and Johanna grabs hold of Kate's hand, suddenly, and tugs her into one of the empty ones instead. This is practically a reprise of their first hook-up. She tugs her clothes out of her hands, in case she gets any ideas of trying to put them on, or set them down, and then she's on Kate again, stepped in close to kiss her again, picking up right where they'd left off.]

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