[Oct. 13-20] full stops and exclamation marks

[girlsolo]

Kate's back to drinking tequila again. That's never a good sign. Tonight it's a sign she's bouncing between sexy check-in notes with Declan that make this island seem all right and people like Coraline screaming and crying over how much it fucking sucks.

The smart thing to do would be find Will or Magnus, talk some of this out. Even finding someone to spar with, that would work. Thing is, Kate's not that kind of smart. When it comes to helping Coraline? Sure. Yeah. She's been listening to Will do his shrink thing for years now. But when it comes to herself?

Fuck that noise. She'd still rather fuck and forget.

Kate leans her back against a post to watch the room, drinks another shot (hot wheels only, no training), and flirts at whatever makes eye contact. Whether she's Go or just Show, she hasn't decided yet. Mostly, she's trying not to look for anyone in particular. She's trying not to wish he'd come in and just...

Take her home.

[OOC: Find her at the Hub or the Winchester (let me know) any evening between now and the 20th. Available for all of your Freelander needs. If you need a specific date, email me, otherwise I'll work them out. For the record, Kate's very bi but a lot less available than she thinks she is.]

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[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

"Looking for excuses not to let you get me off?" Kate laughs. It's a bitter, unpleasant sound. "Sorry. I'm not that breed of crazy."

She moves to slide over his lap so she can look him in the face. He could shove her, but she's not worried about it. She's taken much worse falls, even if he manages, but he doesn't try. Her voice drops low and her mouth is close to his when she tells him, "You wanted a partner, not a hooker. I do anything else right now, I'm doing it for you. Not me. That makes me either a whore or a wife and I'm not either."

[misanthrope_md]

When she straddled him, House immediately slid his hands onto her waist, just under her shirt to her bare skin. He couldn't believe she still had all her clothes on.

"And I'm not allowed to think it's strange that you don't want anything else?" She'd started this, with whispering like that, lips so close to his, and so he matched it when he murmured, "I'm good with my hands."

[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

Kate's still turned on enough that it feels good to be touched. She's just not there anymore. Instead of anything sexier, she rests her forearms on his shoulders and balances her weight so she's not pressing on his thigh. Fucker's got to hurt.

"Yeah, you can think it's strange. Fuck, I think it's strange. I just thought I could shut it off with sex and I can't. Not tonight. Sometimes the best high in the world's not enough."

[misanthrope_md]

House wasn't about to let her get away with that. "Not enough for what?" he demanded, not too harshly, but the purr was gone from his voice. "Why are you even here?"

[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Why am I?" It takes two to tango and Kate's not dancing. He's no threat to her and she doesn't owe him anything more than she's already given. "You took me up on it real quick."

[misanthrope_md]

"Of course I did!" House was clearly frustrated. "You're gorgeous and no one's touched me in longer than I care to admit. You on the other hand could crook your finger and have whoever you want. Clearly you came here because you wanted something, something that wasn't sex. I'm curious."

[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

"I did crook my finger and have who I wanted." Kate's got no patience for this kind of self-pity. She picks herself up off his lap and hooks her jacket on her hand. "You're overthinking this. All you high IQ types do. I wanted sex. I wanted to forget. I met you screaming at a book, so I figured you were intense enough to do it for me. You are. I'm just not ready to let someone else touch me yet."

[misanthrope_md]

"Then what I'm saying is, you might want to have put that on the table. Nothing puts a damper on hot sex like rejection in the middle of it, okay?"

He rested his palms on the bed beside him. "But yeah, you could probably crook your finger again if you wanted."

[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

"If I knew, I would've put it on the table." Maybe. Maybe not. If she knew, she probably wouldn't be here. But he doesn't need to know that. And she kind of wants to tell him it'll be a cold damned day in hell before she crooks her finger for someone who pushes his shit off onto her, but he doesn't need to know that either. Because maybe when she's not half-drunk and a little high, she'll change her mind.

Never burn a bridge before you have to, Freelander.

So she walks back over to him and leans down to kiss him. "The island sucks and it still hits me in the gut when I'm not expecting it. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." The bitch of it is, it's true.

[misanthrope_md]

He wanted to tell her that she hadn't been here long enough to have even half an idea of just how fucking hard the island could kick you. But he didn't want to keep arguing with her.

So he just nodded before accepting the kiss. "I'll see you around," he said, not necessarily he even wanted that to be true.

[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

"Probably, yeah." The next time he's mooning over Magnus in her general vicinity. She doubts he'll come looking for her again. Shame, in a way. Jackass or not, she likes him better than most people on the island just because he's honest about how much it sucks.

Funny, her liking someone for being honest.

She slings her jacket over her shoulder, grabs her boots with her other hand and shows herself out. Kate Freelander. Never met a bad idea she didn't make worse.