Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-05-18 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaz membrane, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
What was that for?
Who: Kitty and Gaz
What: A date!
When: recent
Where: Gaz's place, a car
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Casual. Keep it casual, keep it cool. Except Kitty was kind of a mess because this was a date and date meant things were more serious. Even if she was sure that Gaz wouldn’t be either nervous nor think this was a big deal. Except it was kind of a big deal. Kitty wished she could read Gaz a little better at times. It wasn’t that she couldn’t, but sometimes it was hard to tell what was genuine indifference and what was Gaz just being Gaz.
Gaz knew this was a date, and as such was a little nervous. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell, but the fact that Gaz had done her blue-purple-green hair in an elaborate braid and gone all out with her makeup meant that this mattered. And not many things mattered to Gaz.
The make-up, actually, was really nice, and Kitty was momentarily at a loss for words when Gaz answered her door. She recovered fairly quickly, though, even as her eyes darted up and down. Despite that, her voice was suddenly light and breathless. “Hi. You look good.”
She suddenly wished she’d worn a skirt just a little longer.
“Oh, uh, thanks.” Gaz smiled, and if someone was looking very closely, they could see she was blushing a little. “You too. But you always do.” She leaned forward to kiss Kitty lightly on the mouth, a less deep kiss than she usually gave anyone, but one that was more meaningful.
Kitty flicked her tongue out, wetting her lips just before Gaz kissed her. When the other woman pulled away, Kitty’s ears were a little red. “Glad you like. Ready to go? I brought the pickup, since the motorcycles aren’t exactly condusive to driving around in this skirt.” She sometimes wondered if she should sell the truck and get something a little sexier and sportier.
“Yeah, probably not.” Gaz grinned. “I like your truck anyway. Did you name it?” It was funny; they were both blushing, both smiling stupidly, and Gaz couldn’t be happier about it.
Kitty stepped aside, realizing she was holding them up. Not that she minded. “You know, I never did get around to naming it. I figured that Lockheed would get jealous.” She took Gaz’s hand for the walk to the truck.
“Of your truck? Why?” Gaz blinked. “He’s smart, he knows that you don’t love it more than you love him.” Hell, even Gaz loved the little guy. She squeezed Kitty’s hand, smiling to herself. This was ... nice.
“Well I was going to call it Lockheed but he didn’t like that,” Kitty clarified. She let go of Gaz’s hand so she could unlock the truck. “I think I want to do some kind of slick paint job. One of those really shiny ones.”
“Oh, yeah, he’d get jealous then.” Gaz blinked, then cocked her head to the side. “Unless you want me to paint him on it.”
“That would be badass!” Kitty slipped into the cab and started the truck. She didn’t wait for Gaz to buckle up before pulling out. “Purple dragon blowing fire on the hood!”
“Swooping down from the moon, obviously.” Gaz grinned, already thinking of ideas in her head. She pulled on her seatbelt, sketching them against her leg with a fingertip.
Kitty wanted to watch, but she didn’t want to get them killed. That would be bad. “So I know this burger place. I’ve been there a couple of times myself and the helpings are nice for what you’re paying. They have this burger that’s...cheese on the inside of the burger as well as the slices on top.”
“Those are good.” Gaz was normally a pizza girl, but she was learning to love cheeseburgers because of Kitty. “And ketchup. And fries. And fries with cheese on them.” Gaz’s appetite had been high when she was mostly human; having demon thrown in there didn’t help. “So. How’re you?”
“They have the best chili cheese fries on the west coast,” Kitty assured her. She spared another glance at Gaz, really liking the braid. She resisted the urge to play with it. “No crazy adventures lately. It’s almost been kinda boring.”
“Oh, good.” Gaz did love chili cheese fries; really, anything that was unhealthy was fair play for her. She smiled faintly when Kitty mentioned no crazy. “Well, I’d say we could find some, but I don’t want you to disappear again. I know I did first, but then you did, and... yeah. Stay here.”
Kitty fell silent, thinking about why she’d disappeared, and how. It had been a month for her friends. But years for her. She hook it off, and gave Gaz a lopsided smile. “Feel like I’m robbing the cradle with you now, except you’re anything but naive and innocent.” At least in most ways. Kitty still worried about that whole thing with Gaz’s ex.
Gaz blinked. “What, did you get older or something?” Because that was obviously a thing if Kitty was involved. “Are you okay? Like, did it hurt you?”
Kitty smiled, a little sadly. “When I was lost… in time. In the past. For me it was a couple of years. Was in the late 70s for awhile. Got to see Star Wars in theaters.”
“How old are you now?” Gaz didn’t talk about how the Star Wars thing was awesome, because duh.
“Twenty-eightish.” It was more complicated since she hadn’t always gone to the same month in every timeline she’d gone to. “I wouldn’t mind a handy-dandy deager zap ray to shave those years off. Even if the experience was….interesting.” She waved a hand as she parked at the burger place. “Went three months in Italy in the fifteenth century. Good thing I’m really good with languages.”
“Eight years, whatever.” Gaz shrugged. “You’re still you, even though you say you’re older. I don’t care.” Gaz liked Kitty, Kitty liked Gaz. That was simple to her.
Kitty leaned over, suddenly kissing Gaz, as if the other woman had said just the right thing.
The kiss was nice, and when they pulled away, Gaz was smiling. “What was that for?”
“For you being awesome, and understanding.” She tucked some of Gaz’s hair behind her ear, then stroked her fingers along the inside of the shell. “And because I’ve been dying to do that since we got into the car.”
Gaz liked her ears played with; it was weirdly intimate for being such an inherently non-sexual gesture. “Stuff happens around you. It’s part of why I like you so much. You’re not boring or stupid, and you make me feel stuff.”
“I make you feel stuff, huh?” Kitty smirked, replacing her finger with her lips. She whispered into Gaz’s ear. “What kinda stuff?”
“Feelings and crap.” Gaz got that Kitty was flirting, so she grinned as she spoke. Teasing people was fun, but teasing Kitty was better.
“Feelings and crap,” Kitty repeated. She laughed softly. “Eloquent.” Pulling away, Kitty slipped out of the truck, and fanned herself. First order of business was going to be something ice cold.
“You don’t like me because of how I talk,” Gaz laughed. She hopped out of the truck as well, looking around. She wondered if this place had slushees.
“I like you for a lot of reasons, including how you talk.” Kitty started to take Gaz’s hand then thought better of it. She started walking towards the building. “They have some good smoothies here, too.”
Gaz reached out to take Kitty’s hand, squeezing it firmly. “Good, I like those. It’s pretty much the only way I eat fruit,” she admitted. What, they were in public, they were on a date, why not hold hands?
Kitty squeezed Gaz’s hand back, then bumped shoulders with her. “Maybe I need to start stuffing bananas in your mouth.”
Blink. Blink blink. “Is that a weird thing you’re into? Because ew.”
She gave Gaz a perfectly deadpan expression, though mischief glinted in her eyes. “What if it is?”
Gaz reached out to tickle Kitty’s ribs. “Weirdo.”
Laughing, Kitty phased out of Gaz’s reach, then jogged up to grab the door for her. “After you. Our feast awaits!”
Gaz just smiled at Kitty, shaking her head. “Thanks for asking me. Really.”
“Any time….” Kitty’s smile was almost shy. If a little bit guilty.