[ Kate likes to keep the temperature in her room down, especially when she's trying to sleep, but not so much that her hands are chilly when they slip under Johanna's sweatshirt, settling cool palms along her spine. It's an idle sort of intimacy, even innocent, just part of Kate arranging them to her own comfort. ]
[The touch of Kate's hands makes Johanna shiver in a completely different way. Small, probably noticeable, because they're pressed quite close together. Even through the thick layer of pain and settling comfort, she likes the feeling of Kate's hands. On other days, she's more successful at pretending that she doesn't give a damn, like she's unmovable. Today, that would be asking too much.]
Wow. Good suggestion.
[...But she's not so out of it or overwhelmed that she's going to miss out on the chance for sarcasm.]
I'll try it. Make sure you tell me when you come up with your next idea, okay?
Here's an idea, how about you fuck off. Or at least shut up.
[ Kate grumbles, but her hands are still gentle, skimming across muscle and bone, keeping Johanna close. She bumps her forehead against sternum in a tiny little headbutt and then settles again with another yawn. ]
[There's something extra comforting about Kate bitching at her, but also rubbing her back and leaning in against her--something about affection and negativity all tied up together. It's kind of fucked up, but Johanna likes it, so. Who cares.]
Please. I'm trying to sleep, Katie. Stop trying to distract me.
[ Kate snorts. There is something nice about it, not always but definitely now. It's familiar, an easy rhythm to drop back into, and somehow the negativity itself is affectionate, too. ]
[Maybe it's delirium, maybe a weird premature spill of feelings--whatever it is, Johanna kisses the top of Kate's head. I'll tell you what it's not, though: it's not affectionate. This is a kiss so she shuts up.
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[ Kate likes to keep the temperature in her room down, especially when she's trying to sleep, but not so much that her hands are chilly when they slip under Johanna's sweatshirt, settling cool palms along her spine. It's an idle sort of intimacy, even innocent, just part of Kate arranging them to her own comfort. ]
You should, too.
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Wow. Good suggestion.
[...But she's not so out of it or overwhelmed that she's going to miss out on the chance for sarcasm.]
I'll try it. Make sure you tell me when you come up with your next idea, okay?
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[ Kate grumbles, but her hands are still gentle, skimming across muscle and bone, keeping Johanna close. She bumps her forehead against sternum in a tiny little headbutt and then settles again with another yawn. ]
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Please. I'm trying to sleep, Katie. Stop trying to distract me.
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You're the worst.
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[Maybe it's delirium, maybe a weird premature spill of feelings--whatever it is, Johanna kisses the top of Kate's head. I'll tell you what it's not, though: it's not affectionate. This is a kiss so she shuts up.
(Maybe a tiny bit affectionate.)]
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