Kitiara Uth Matar (dark_lady) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-29 10:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, asami sato, kitiara uth matar |
Who: Kitiara and Asami
What: Kitiara needs a pregnancy test, stat.
When: March 7th
Where: Kitiara's house
Rating/Warning: Low/none. A pregnancy scare.
Status: Complete
The dreams had always been confounding, though ultimately entertaining. Really, Kitiara didn’t dislike her dreams. There was something empowering about riding around on horseback, wielding a sword, and slaying goblins and men.
She’d actually kind of enjoyed them, up until recently. She’d woken up sick from the last couple, though she hadn’t entirely understood why. At least, not until her last dream, where she and some mage girl had been kidnapped by a two-headed troll, known in her dream world as an ettin, and had been informed that she was pregnant.
She didn’t know which of the two men she’d slept with in the dreams was the father, nor did she particularly care. All she knew was that she couldn’t be pregnant. It just couldn’t happen. Kit had begged the mage to get rid of it, though the mage had refused.
And now Kit was nervous about it carrying over. No one had been able to give her a definitive answer in regards to if that was possible, but she might actually kill something if it was. She’d never been pregnant, and she intended to keep it that way. How would it even be fair if she was stuck with something growing inside her when she didn’t even get to experience the fun part.
She was pacing back and forth in the living room of her small house, practically wearing away the floor under her heavy footfalls. Minutes seemed like hours, and she couldn’t understand why Asami was taking her sweet time. It seemed as though hours had passed since her girlfriend told her she was on the way, and Kitiara was beyond annoyed.
When she heard steps on the front porch, she didn’t even wait for the doorbell to ring. In just four long strides, she reached the door and swung it open, making sure it really was Asami on the other side before she snapped “Took you long enough.”
Asami couldn’t just walk into a store and get a kit, and she couldn’t just ask anyone of her people to do that for her. Her secretary was aware of her … relationship with Kit and so had been willing to pick up a stick, no questions asked. Though there might have been a bit of a judging look until Asami had explained that they were exclusive now and it was a just in case thing okay?
“Sorry, had to dodge the cameras and then make sure my secretary wasn’t getting too judgey.” She held out a brown paper bag. “Got like...three. Just in case.”
Kit was aware of the problems, and what kind of problems that Asami would face if the vultures in the press suddenly thought she was pregnant. It didn’t help abate Kitiara’s impatience though. Without another word, she snatched the brown paper bag from Asami’s hand and quickly walked over to her bathroom, pulling the tests out of the bag as she walked and dropping the empty brown bag on the floor.
Dealing with dating a woman was a little easier than the pregnancy thing. Tabloids just played the gal pal card even if she was pretty sure more than one had tried to get her in a compromising position with Kit or Helena. And would keep trying now that she was exclusive with Kit.
Which was still exciting. She’d never thought Kit would go for that and she had and it made her feel very good. She laughed, “Hello to you too.”
“Hi,” Kitiara said absently from the bathroom. As she ripped open the cardboard box, she closed the bathroom door behind her. It didn’t take her long to finish, though for a couple of moments she sat staring at the stick, one leg bouncing, as if doing so would make the results come sooner, though she quickly realized how pathetic that made her seem. Disgusted with herself, she tossed it onto the bathroom counter, washed her hands, and stormed out of the bathroom. She nearly started pacing again, except for a need to appear as though she was at least somewhat composed in front of Asami.
“You didn’t run into any problems on your way here?” Kitiara asked, her voice a little softer than when Asami had first arrived.
Leaning against the wall, Asami waited for it, trying not to laugh at the occasional crashing-like sound she heard from the bathroom. She managed not to when Kit emerged, and was a little surprised that Kit wasn’t pacing. “No, I didn’t. But I’ve gotten good at ducking the cameras.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” Kitiara said shortly. Her arms were crossed across her chest, though her right index finger tapped against her bicep almost in time with her tapping foot. “Do you want a drink?” she asked suddenly, walking toward her kitchen. “I could go for a beer.”
“If I have a beer I’m not going to be able to drive home,” Asami warned, in a tone that indicated she didn’t really mind that idea. Kit’s place was a lot smaller than hers, but it felt… lived in. Alive. Or maybe that was just Kit. Or her feelings for Kit which she still felt like she was on thin ice about.
“You say that as though you’re allowed to leave,” Kitiara said playfully. She pulled open the fridge, and pulled out a couple bottles of beer. She wasn’t quite sure why she was getting so worked up about this, she wasn’t entirely sure why she was getting so worked up about the possibility of being pregnant. Even if, somehow, her dreams had impregnated her, she had no intention of keeping the baby.
She forced herself to relax. A bottle of beer in each hand, she sauntered back to Asami, and once she was in front of the other woman - her girlfriend - she placed her forearms over her shoulders. “I suppose I still haven’t thanked you for coming all the way here.”
“So I’m your prisoner? Does this involve rope?” Asami was mostly joking, but she had recently stumbled across some pictures of something that had looked …. Interesting. She’d had to discipline the person who was looking at that stuff at work, but she’d also filed it away for later.
She leaned her head against Kit’s. “I wouldn’t do anything less.”
“It could,” Kitiara purred. Right now, the best part about sleeping with Asami was that Asami wasn’t likely to knock her up. Speaking of…
She pulled away from Asami suddenly. “That should be long enough,” she said. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since she pissed on the stick, but she didn’t want to wait any longer. She pulled away from Asami, and marched into the bathroom. She took a breath, but other than that there was no hesitation as she picked up the pregnancy test and looked at it.
Asami would need some mad science or something to knock Kit up, so definitely not happening. She let go of Kit, staying close but giving her space. “So what’s the damage?”
Kitiara could hardly believe the relief that flooded through her body at the sight of the one line on the stick. “You and I are going to clear out my liquor cabinet tonight,” Kitiara said, grinning lopsidedly. “And I might just go out and have a cigarette right now.”
Laughing, Asami took the stick and looked at it, then unceremoniously tossed it in the trash for Kit. “Congratulations, you’re not a mom.”
It was a bit of a relief for Asami too. Doing anything with kids but the occasional babysitting for Christina made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t at all ready to be a parent. Assuming Kit would have wanted her to stick around.
“I have never been more happy to hear those words,” Kitiara laughed. She wrapped her arms around Asami’s neck, tilted her face up and sought Asami’s lips with her own.
“Mmm…” Asami closed her eyes, letting Kit’s lips find hers and then hugging her around the waist and kissing her like they’d just avoided the end of the world. It actually kind of felt just a little like that.
It did feel like they’d narrowly managed to avoid the end of the world. She broke the kiss and leaned back so she could see all of Asami’s face, her arms still slung around the taller woman’s shoulders. “Why don’t I see if I can’t find us some ropes to celebrate?”
Asami felt just a little dizzy as she considered the possibilities. “Just make it fast.”