Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-23 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), malcolm reynolds |
If you're lucky, it's an easy fix, if you're not lucky you're buying me lunch.
Who: Mal and Kitty
What: Fixing computers and fixing computers
When: Monday or something?
Where: Mal's Place
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexy times
Status: Complete
Mal had his laptop set up in the main room, thankful it was clean. He’d put Oscar outside to run in the little yard, and made sure he had food for when he came in the dog door later. He was kind of pleased that his throwaway line had seemed to work - this Kitty seemed nice, and she was really attractive. It’d at least be nice to meet somebody new.
Kitty sat on her motorcycle, looking at Mal’s place and taking a few breaths. He was one of her childhood crushes, for all intents and purposes, so this was varying degrees of awesome. She hopped off and walked up to the door, knocking. She’d settled on comfortable jeans and a slightly lowcut blouse.
Mal heard the knock and opened the door, smiling. “Hello, MIss Kitty. It’s nice to meet you.” She really was pretty; she had a nice smile. “Come in, please. I hope you didn’t have much trouble finding the place.”
He was even more handsome in person, and she pushed some hair behind her ear before holding her hand out. “Wasn’t too hard. I might have cheated with GPS. And just call me Kitty.”
He shook it, still smiling. “It does sound like a Western, does it? I’m glad it was easy to find.” He gestured toward the main room. “My laptop’s in there. And I really do think it has a virus, that wasn’t just a line. There’s stupid ads everywhere.”
"A little bit. I don't really mind though." She gave him a bright grin. "Okay let me see this thing. If you're lucky, it's an easy fix, if you're not lucky you're buying me lunch." She winked at him, then her mouth added, "Or breakfast."
Kitty sucked in her lip and hurried over to the computer before she stuck her foot further in her mouth.
He did like women who didn’t mince words. “That could be arranged,” was all Mal said as he followed her into the other room.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, and grinned, then sashayed over to the laptop and flopped in front of it. “...okay this thing really is a mess. The hell did you do?”
“Damned if I know. It runs slower than it should, and it keeps wanting me to install those toolbar things. I click ‘em off, but they don’t quit asking.” Mal didn’t understand much computer terminology, though he wasn’t completely technologically illiterate. “I do have an antivirus program, but it didn’t seem to catch it.”
“Lots of malware looks like,” Kitty replied, managing to keep a straight face. She plugged in a usb stick. “Toolbars are the devil. The hardest part of this is doing it without losing any data.”
“Heh.” Mal didn’t keep that straight face, but he got really serious when she started talking about data loss. “I do have client files on there I’d like to keep, just in case. In theory I don’t need ‘em anymore, since I moved, but what if someone comes looking for me or something. You know.”
She nodded. “Don’t worry about your data. It’s safe with me.” Kitty tapped on the keyboard a few times, then swiveled around in the chair. “I’m running a program to clean out the malware and also secure your files so they don’t get lost in the process. It’ll take a little while.”
“I’d be grateful. I do appreciate when an expert does a job I can’t.” And he wasn’t even bullshitting her on that - he’d learned to employ the experts whenever possible. Trying to screw with things he didn’t know about had gotten him in trouble before. He smiled.
“Maybe I’ll even throw in a few bonuses for free,” Kitty joked, leaning back in the chair and smiling. “My talents are many and varied.”
“Oh, yeah?” Well, that was bait if he’d ever heard it. “I’d be curious as to these other talents. Still waters run deep and all that.” She was over eighteen, she was sure of that, and nothing else really mattered. If some angry boyfriend came after him, he had no qualms throwing this pretty Kitty under the bus. For the most part.
"I used to dance," she said, tapping her finger against her bottom lip. "I train, martial arts..." Translation: I'm flexible and I have abs. "I have a level 90 rogue in World of Warcraft...." Translation: I'm a geek. He probably didn't need to know about the kids, not unless he became a friend, which was a possibility.
“Impressive. I feel like a shlub.” Mal chuckled. “I used to be a bouncer, but it’s been a while. I’d like to think I’m still in shape, but it’s more luck than anything.” That wasn’t entirely true - he did work out, he did run. But he wasn’t specifically trained in anything except shooting.
“Not going heavy on the sweets?” She asked, reaching out to poke him like the pillsbury doughboy. She looked up at him, through her lashes.
“Nah. Hey!” Mal laughed, but he wasn’t ticklish. Nope.
He had to head it off before he made an idiot of himself. “You wanna see the rest of the place while I let Oscar in? It’s usually his naptime around now.” His dog had particular habits.
“Oscar? That the dog I heard barking?” Kitty got up, smiling and nodding at him. “Sure, I don’t mind a tour.” She clasped her hands behind her back, trying very hard to not add something too flirty to that. She wanted to flirt, she didn’t want to make him look at her funny.
“Yeah, that’d be him.” Mal nodded over his shoulder, beckoning back toward the kitchen. “He’s a creature of habit, I think you call him. Oscar!” He whistled, smiling when his dog trotted over obediently from a corner of the little yard, stopping only for a second to sniff Kitty.
She leaned down, holding her hand out so he could sniff her. “You’re almost as cute as your human, boy! I’m Kitty, but you’re not gonna get to chase me up a tree.”
Mal laughed. “He actually minds pretty well. I told you, I found him by the side of the road on my way here. Couldn’t let him sit there, he was all skin and bones.” It had bothered him more than he’d probably ever admit. “He’s a flirt, though.”
Kitty grinned, then stood up, and rubbed a hand at the back of her neck. She flashed a lopsided grin at Mal. "He get that from you?" She winked.
“They do say dogs take on the characteristics of their owners.” Mal said innocently. Oscar made a whuffing noise and went to go eat.
“And owners can take on characteristics of their dogs,” Kitty pointed out. She ruffled Oscar’s fur before he went to eat then boldly reached up to play with Mal’s hair. “Case in point.”
Mal only let women do that, and sometimes he returned the favor. “You have really nice hair,” he commented. “Really.” It was lush and thick, and he liked women who let it grow long. He reached up to touch it, pleased when it felt just as thick as he’d imagined.
Kitty’s eyes fluttered a little at the touching. “Oh no. You’ve found my greatest weakness.” She wasn’t even lying. Short of putting her life in danger this was one of the quickest ways to make her putty in your hands.
Mal laughed a little, but it wasn’t entirely possible to keep the smirk out of his face. Half the fun of women was figuring them out. “Aw. Well, I do try to be particular in that I only exploit weaknesses if you let me.” He liked to given a very clear out, just in case - he’d never gotten into trouble with a woman, and he wasn’t about to start now. But she was attractive, and funny, and he liked her smile.
"Trust me bub, if I don't want something you'll know really quick." A side-benefit of her power, when she didn't want to be touched she couldn't be touched.
“I will hold you to that.” He was serious; he’d rather get smacked in the face than accused of anything. He kissed her after that, mostly because he could. And he wasn’t disappointed.
Kitty wasn't disappointed either. She was an enthusiastic kisser, full of energy and passion, and Mal was definitely up there on the list of good kissers that she'd experienced. She decided a little bit of adventure never hurt anyone, and she hoped Mal liked a good ride.
Mal was just grateful he’d thought to buy some Trojans before he got settled in. Half kissing and half touching, he started the awkward dance of stumbling with her toward the bedroom.