vanillajello | Kansas City, MO, Sunday Afternoon

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Kansas City, MO, Sunday Afternoon

Last weekend had been kind of rough, yeah. And so had this past week, because it was like there'd been something in the air, making every person flying SkyKans a total pain in the ass. But, Kate had the day off today. And yes, she was totally intending to do useful crap at some point. Like... groceries. Or cleaning. Or... Something. She hadn't decided yet.

Because slouching on the couch with her laptop and dicking around on the internet and watching a million YouTube videos was the best use of her time right now. You couldn't go wrong with cats doing funny things, or people falling down a lot. Or, apparently, stop-motion animation with foul-mouthed Barbies.

Also:

"... Oh my fucking God, these dolls totally live in Overland Park. Oh my God."

Well, she'd just become a fan.

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/the guy! In case Tumblr hasn't clued you in already, she's watching The Most Popular Girls In School. Which is somewhat NSFW but funny.]

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"Fuck you," Kate replied succinctly.

She was great at losing arguments. But, she was also tugging the hem of his shirt upwards a bit so she could brush her hand against his stomach. Since she had her arms around him and all.

Bod chuckled and glanced down at her handiwork. "Mmm. What are you doing now? Going to leave bite marks elsewhere?"

For that, he got nails against his skin.

"Don't know. Would you like me to?"

"I think I'd like it to be your choice since it's your hands and all," Bod said, sighing just a bit. "I'm easy about things."

"That is such a predictable answer," she told him quietly while her nails dragged over his stomach, pressing harder down a few times. "My English Muffin."

"Well, I am sometimes predictable," he said with a quiet laugh. "But, even if it's predictable, it's the truth."

"You're predictable a lot." But so was Kate. She stepped back, but got a few fingers around the waist of his pants, and gave it a little tug. "Come."

"But, I'm not done cleaning yet," he said, only protesting just to be a pain. He was already moving backwards at the tug.

"You know what?" Kate replied, tugging a little harder as she backed her way out of the bathroom. "I don't care."

"Where are you taking me?" he laughed, tossing his cleaning supplies onto the bathroom floor, at least. "The poor bathroom."

"Not far." Just, you know, the bedroom. "The bathroom can deal without you for a while."

Bod continued to laugh as she tugged him along. "And here I was, trying to be productive today."

"Yeah, shame," Kate drawled, pulling him into the bedroom after her. "Should've waited until I went somewhere."

"Perhaps later," he said, still smiling. "What are you planning to do with me now? All this tugging and all."

"Stuff," Kate said, lightly. She stopped, then immediately moved to pull his shirt off. He needed to be shirtless. "Things."

"That's very vague," Bod said but lifted his arms to help her out with her task. "I guess I can't really clean without a shirt."

"Oh, I'm sure you could." She put her hands on his shoulders to turn him so his back was towards the bed. And also, because she liked his shoulders and always had. "I don't think your sensible ways could be completely undone by shirtlessness."

"And I'd probably save a shirt or two from stains from cleaning solution," he said, turning around. "But, then I might get it on me."

"Mmhmmmm."

She pressed her hands against his chest, then gave him a light push. He should lay down. And she was being pushy.

"And that's not what should get on you."

"What's gotten into you?" Bod asked, falling backwards onto the bed and leaning on his elbows. "Hmm?"

Kate smirked as she moved to climb over him. "Well, I was bored. And now I'm making myself unbored."

"And how are you going to make yourself unbored?" Bod wondered, chuckling quietly.

"Who says I'm not already doing it?" Kate retorted, settling her hands against the bed on either side of him. "I'm already doing it. Do I need to be more specific than that?"

"Well, I didn't know if you were just going to climb on me and that was that," Bod explained. "That's what I meant."

"It's not just that," she promised, ducking down to kiss him. "It's really not just that."

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