Who: Kat & Amanda Rating: PG (can you believe it?!!)
KatStJames (9:19:24 PM): Legs wobbling with the strain of even standing made sluggish progress to the unpredictable slayer's door in search of quiet comfort. With a light wrap at the door arms and head hung limply from tense shoulders
Burning Honesty (9:26:53 PM): With the knock on the door Captain America frowned at the door. This time of day had been set aside so she could spend some much needing loving on Kurt, her keyboard. Kurt was being a bitch tonight and not working with her. The scrunched brow with pursed lips and several threats of spilling her beer on the bastard hadn't helped any either. 'Manda the conquer knew she was projecting though, it was just the way things went. Sighing a hand petted Kurt lovingly as she stood and made her way around the keyboard. "Sorry for being such a bitch to you Kurt, you're the best boyfriend a woman could ask for." Straightening out the bright red "Text me to fuck" t-shirt and moved to the bedroom door and pulled it open. Brows popped up pinching together before a hand reached out taking QoP's hand softly and using it to lead the other woman into her room.
KatStJames (9:40:46 PM): Empty eyes watched a gentle hand glide into her own and cradle it tenderly. It was such a soft touch that it nearly stung. Wordlessly zombie legs shuffled forward following the stronger woman's lead. So many contradictions of thought and emotion tugged a war within the watcher that the only perceivable thing of her was the hollowness that echoed within. The conversation with Kylie had wrung out everything until only a painful numbness and cold remained. Hearing the soft click of the closing door somewhere behind her the Brit forced her head to rise and face the other woman. Courtesy was something she would not abandon even in her current state. "May I stay the night," the broken brunette asked in a voice left soft and scratchy by her sobs. "Please."
Burning Honesty (9:45:26 PM): Leading QoP over to the bed a gentle physical direction was given for her to sit. "Sure thing, QoP." Tender words fell from light colored lips before she turned, heading for the mini-fridge which stored her personal stash of booze, drinks and snacks. Crouching down in front of the fridge a hand jerked out over a shoulder to wave in the air. "Long as you don't mind sharing the room with me and my boyfriend Kurt." At the boyfriend comment the hand waving over her shoulder pointed at the keyboard before it was pulled back down to grab at a couple drinks in the fridge. Standing and turning, Captain America kicked the door shut with a foot and went back to the bed offering a cold grape soda out to QoP.
KatStJames (10:02:38 PM): The distance crossed to the bed was merely time which seemed to be moving slower and with far less meaning than it had before, the sort of thing you don't notice until it's gone. Form mindlessly followed direction to settle on the soft, familiar surface. Katherine felt safe here. No one expected anything of her here. No one wanted to take anything from her here. It was a rare thing for her to feel as though she could be herself, merely be a woman and not a leader or a watcher or any other role that life had impressed upon her. The settling sensation was shattered by a nearly wounded confusion. The concept of the redhead having a boyfriend, much less having to share the room with him stabbed the Brit's hallow heart. Jealous eyes turned over her shoulder following the indication of where this man might be. As the keyboard came into view the strangeness of everything in that moment was enough to draw an amused if weak smile from the brunette. Knowing that the redhead was going to offer something from her special fridge was enough to tighten an already rolling stomach. But Amanda succeeded in surprising her once more. Gratitude lit the gaze that fell upon the carbonated fruit drink. At this moment the thought of alcohol was enough to turn her stomach. And yet the spontaneous and wonderful creature before her disproved her fears once more. Appreciative orbs rose to meet her hostess's gaze. "You're a blessing."
Burning Honesty (10:07:43 PM): Captain America smiled. "I know." Wiping off the lip of the can with her shirt she popped it open and placed the can in QoP's hand before sitting down next to the woman. "You came just in time to save me. Kurt and I were having a nasty argument. I was about to spill my beer on him." Wiping her own can lip clean an popping it open she took a sip. "Woulda served the bastard right." 'Manda the conquer nodded, "Bet the jackass wouldn't give me any problems then, right?" With a grin she tinked her can against QoP's lightly with a smile before taking another sip. "So, you got a bastard like Kurt in your life?"
KatStJames (10:28:12 PM): The adorably arrogant response elicited a soft chuckle from the weak woman. "Oh r'ally? He gave you attitude? That seems quite foolish." The million contradictions of the moment were endlessly amusing. Snapped in half by the confrontation with the broken hearted slayer Katherine still managed to have enough energy to randomly be jealous of a keyboard of all things. The pure ridiculousness of it all seemed to override any logical thought or emotion. She didn't have the energy for such things anyway. Neither did she have the energy to fight and therefore gave in to the strangeness of the situation. "I have no talent for such things, or at least have not had the opportunity to explore them." For some reason the idea that the raucous woman next to her might be a rocker was not surprising even if it had not originally occurred to the watcher.
Burning Honesty (10:35:20 PM): "Yup, totally did. I swear one of these days I really am gonna pour beer on the poor bastard." The smile remained and another sip was taken. Captain America shook her head. "No, I didn't mean if you play, I just meant if you had anything you were connected to, so much so that you gotta name it. Feel like it needs to be given a personality." 'Manda the conqueror tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. "Like, uh, your pen! You spend a lot of time with that." She smirked before leaning back away from QoP and looking carefully at her. Pausing she then lifted the arm closest to QoP up in offering to wrap it around the woman if she so wanted.
KatStJames (10:45:08 PM): The soda was lifted and poured down the Brit's throat cooling the embers that glowed there from the fire of not so long ago. The moment gave the watcher an opportunity to ponder the question. One edge of her lips quirked with a sarcastic, "Well, there was my first switchblade I named Switchy. But then father gave him to me when I was five." The attempt at humor was a wall, a defense. And quite frankly her compassionate companion deserved better. Digging a bit deeper a painful thought occurred. Gaze dipping to the floor Katherine admitted on a sigh, "There was this doll that I clung to from my childhood. I called it Poppet. When I held it close it was easier to forget how far away my sister was, but I had to return it to her." A single salty drop slid to her cheek and poised there as she turned towards Amanda with a shrug. "It was the right thing to do. So I suppose I don't have anything that precious to me."
Burning Honesty (4:31:14 AM): Captain America remained completely nonjudgmental of the other woman's story. Perhaps there were some things in there that daddy shouldn't have done, but what dad was perfect really? Taking another sip of the overly sugary beverage baby blues turned up to look over at QoP and smiled softly letting her arm fall back down to the bed. "Sometimes..." She led in softly before baby blues turned up to meet QoP's eyes. "The things that mean the most to us we don't get the gift of being able to name. Sometimes they come to us pre-named."
KatStJames (4:40:09 AM): Letting her weary head roll limply along her caretaker's shoulder warm honey eyes rose beckoned by the strength in the redhead's voice. There was a comfort and wisdom in those stunningly undefinable eyes that brought a slow warmth to the Brit that slowly made her feel alive again. Internally she admitted that the truly irreplaceable item in her heart was not the doll but the sister she had left behind. A simple bob of the brunette's head acknowledged the truth looming before her. And yet the tenderness in Amanda's voice somehow made her feel as though perhaps some day someone would see her as such an indispensable thing. The guilty turn of thought raised the blood in high cheeks. "That's quite true," Katherine admitted with a soft clearing of throat in an attempt to control the nature of her thoughts.
Burning Honesty (5:13:55 AM): An arm draped around QoP's shoulders. "Mmm, the more you can find like that, the better your life is." Breathing in heavy thoughts grazed the surface of her life. "It's kinda hard sometimes, but the ones you do find." A tenderness rose from deep within. "Never let them go, even if it costs you life and limb." A soft squeeze was given to QoP.
KatStJames (5:21:10 AM): The tenderness that warmed Katherine's heart glowed from the subtle curve of lips aimed at her philosophical companion. Before she could verbalize the depth of her agreement a gentle pull made the watcher wonder if she might be prized already. The question rolled around in her mind ceaselessly. If indeed this were true it seemed that much more precious that such an opinionated and discerning woman could see her so. "Absolutely." The single word was so soft that the fragile tenderness of it spoke more than the borders of language could express.
Burning Honesty (5:22:37 AM): A smile curved up her lips. "Good, now you look like you need sleep. Go get your jammies and we'll have a slumber party." A soft pat of Kat's shoulder was given as Captain America moved to stand. "We can even do each others nails and giggle over boys if you like. I'll order a pizza and make blondie bring us hot cocoa. We might have to ask Kurt to cover his ears though, he's a moody old bastard. Doesn't like hearing me talk about other men."
KatStJames (5:32:32 AM): Katherine laughed softly at the invitation. A soft pat propelled her forward. Using the momentum long legs straightened carrying her up. One more guzzle of the overly sugared drink to provide enough energy to traverse the distance between their rooms. "I r'ally should jus' sta't leaving a spa'e pair over he'e," she chuckled softly. At the door the brunette halted a moment to cement their future activities. "Kurt need not worry. We can order pizza and do one anotha' s nails. However boy talk is not necessary. Wouldn't want to upset the dear boy." With a soft wink the watcher retreated to her own room and quickly changed into satin sleep pants and a white tank top. At the last moment the femme snagged a dark purple bottle of nail polish and smiled widely at the promise it held before returning to Amanda's room wiggling the bottle triumphantly. "Now the party can begin."
Burning Honesty (5:44:42 AM): Soon as QoP disappeared out the door 'Manda the conquer moved over to Kurt, caressing the keyboard lovingly. "Thanks old man. You really helped me tonight. I hope we stay together a long time." Covering the keyboard lovingly Captain America then Slipped into a pair of shorts that perhaps were just a bit too short for her own good and an old band t-shirt. Captain America had sat Indian style down on her bed, ordering the pizza along with a little more traditional soda flavor then grape. The re-opening of her door caused Captain America's eyes up from her deep internal ponderings with a smile. "Ooo, nice choice."
KatStJames (5:48:00 AM): "I thought as much," the Brit beamed bouncing a bit as she settled on the bed. "So where shall we sta't? 'eads o' tails?" The question was completely innocent to her own mind. The pure joy of indulging in such flippant feminine luxuries was an ached for escape from duty and tragedy.
Burning Honesty (5:51:09 AM): 'Manda the Conquer cocked her head to the side for a moment. "I'm good on either side." She said with a wink before unfolding feet from underneath her. "Which do you prefer?"
KatStJames (5:55:52 AM): A burst of laughter accompanied the slayer's cheeky expression. The suggestiveness somehow came as a surprise to the worldly woman. Perhaps because her mind wasn't in such a place at the moment. Long, tapered legs stretched forward to timidly nudge Amanda's thigh. "I suppose I'm more of a tails sort of girl," she giggled softly trying not to let too much of the truth in that statement show.
Burning Honesty (6:12:19 AM): "Mmm, yes, yes, I see." Captain America nodded, it was hard not to imagine her with a notebook in her hand taking notes with the expression given. Extending her legs feet were placed in QoP's lap. "Then so be it! The battle of the feet begin!"
KatStJames (6:19:03 AM): The impersonation amused the watcher wiggling a flat belly as dainty feet made themselves comfortable in the slayer's lap. "No, no. No wa' necess'ry. I believe they'll get along famously," Katherine laughed beneath her breath. Taking the extremities from her lap in hand firm, gentle fingers began to slowly knead the tension from them one at a time.
Burning Honesty (6:21:57 AM): Captain America chuckled. "But! Wagging war is what us Americans do best! There must be a war!" 'Manda the conquer playfully taunted. Waiting for the painting to begin a pleasant surprise was made when QoP instead of painting began to massage the extremities. "Ooooooo." Captain America purred. "It's been forever." Finger nails raked slowly down the soles of Katherine's feet tenderly, trying not to tickle, but starting off the attention in a different manner than QoP was likely to expect.
KatStJames (6:31:27 AM): The cultural slur brought a boisterous laugh from the Brit. "But I thought Californian's made love, not wa'," she teased playfully. The sweet sound of the slayer's pleasure batted at her ears temptingly. A slight smirk curved soft pink lips, thumbs working the tension from the arch and fingers kneading the instep as she purred, "Oh, well we can' 'ave tha'." The words were barely out when a rough shiver raced down the watcher's spine. Breath caught tight in her throat as a fevered mind searched for some way to disguise the extreme reaction to such a simple, but intensely arousing, gesture.
Burning Honesty (6:40:34 AM): "Wouldn't know, I'm not a tree huggin' hippie like the rest of the crazies out here. I'm from Boston!" With a smirk Captain America finally took QoP's foot into nimble fingers as she began to treat QoP's foot just as she would Kurt. With care and strength. Kurt wasn't a pussy keyboard, he knew what he wanted and could take a couple licks.
KatStJames (6:48:41 AM): "Ah.. east coast," Katherine purred eyes rolling back at the attention given to the sensitive extensions. "That's a bit easier for me to understand." A mindless mouth worked without any intervention from the watcher as well trained digits worked the tension from the slayer's toes. A slight whimper slid into a soft, sated moan at Amanda's firm and gentle strokes. Thick lashes batted closed as a slow heat crawled up the Brit's body edging between relaxtion and stimulation.
Burning Honesty (6:56:45 AM): "Yup! Born and Bred Bostonian. You ever been? I swear that place's magic. So many amazing people come from there." Fingers continued to work delicately yet with strength at QoP's feet and curious eyes raised up to find the answer to her question.
KatStJames (7:00:58 AM): A soft purr and nod were about all the expression the femme could push past the overwhelmingly wonderful sensation sliding over her senses. Talented digits made slow progress to her precious companion's ankles slowly draining the tension from them. "Heaven," she purred softly without a thought to their conversation.
Burning Honesty (7:14:50 AM): A low chuckle came and 'Manda the conquer decided it was song time. Switching feet the woman turned over song options in her head like flipping through a juke box's play list. With a slow inhale the ex-marine softly began to sing the first verse.
KatStJames (7:26:40 AM): Katherine followed her partner's lead like a dance, switching feet at the same moment. Leaning into the foot board with a soul deep sigh only the siren like sound of the slayer's voice could have peeled the watcher's eyes open at that point. Head tilted slightly to the side caramel eyes seemed to widen to absorb all that Amanda offered with the entrancing song
Burning Honesty (7:32:22 AM): Captain America made it through the first bought of chorus before the words slowly faded into a soft humming and her attention continued to remain on QoP. The woman had been having a hard enough time lately. There was so much pain in this place for so many of those that lived her. Part of her wondered why. Perhaps it was the flood of estrogen each month? Though that didn't mean the place had to be drama central. At least she had been able to brighten a few days as of late. Humming kept up as equal attention was paid to this foot as was given to the other foot.
KatStJames (7:38:56 AM): The beauty of tonality in the surprisingly talented woman's voice touched the watcher deeply. Gently cupping foot and calf in either hand Katherine raised them up to place a feather like kiss atop Amanda's foot. Deep caramel eyes danced up adoringly. "That was amazing," she confessed breathless and awestruck.
Burning Honesty (7:40:17 AM): A soft chuckle came. "If you think that's amazing you should see what I can do with a pocket comb and a piece of wax paper." A wink was given to the other woman as she continued the attention of the massage.
KatStJames (7:47:21 AM): Wild laughter erupted from the unexpected response. "I don't dare imagine," Katherine retorted setting the foot aside. Plucking her own free the curvy brunette crawled her way up to nestle against the wonderfully spontaneous woman. "I don't think I'm going to able to make it to pizza I'm afraid," the feisty Brit confessed on a long yawn.
Burning Honesty (7:50:18 AM): Captain America smiled. "That's fine. That just means we can have the breakfast of former champions tomorrow morning." Slipping arms around QoP, 'Manda the conquer removed the bottle of nail polish from the bed before clapping the lights off. "Sweet dreams QoP, no getting carried off by the boogie man, k?"
KatStJames (7:58:37 AM): "Sounds wonderful," Katherine purred comfortably cradled in strong, gentle arms. In a blink the darkness curled around them making it seem as though the rest of the world had disappeared. There was only the warmth of the curvaceous body against her own and feeling of safety that always encircled her around this astounding woman. Laughing softly beneath her breath the watcher responded in a half waking, drowsed voice, "I think he'd be far too afraid of your revenge. Besides, Boogie Men are native to Louisiana and parts of Canada."
Burning Honesty (8:06:44 AM): "Darn tootin' he better be. I'll bring out old Rusty, bitch won't know what hit him." A soft and sleepy chuckle was given. "Mmm, have to tell Zoe and Kim that. They like New Orleans... Kim's originally from Canada too..." A yawn was heard and the slayer started to drift off hard and fast.