Eyebrows up, Kate smirks and slides off her stool to step between his knees. "Not anymore she's not."
There's a small kick in the back of her brain. The beginnings of a question mark attached to why are you doing this, Kate? but she shuts it down for a thousand reasons, and plants her hands on his thighs.
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Date: 2011-10-23 03:03 am (UTC)There's a small kick in the back of her brain. The beginnings of a question mark attached to why are you doing this, Kate? but she shuts it down for a thousand reasons, and plants her hands on his thighs.
"So what're you going to do about it?"