AU: Flip-Flop

Katherine Summers · July 14, 2008, 11:17:54 PM

He couldn't get over it - the smell. Like a fine ocean breeze, tropical-laden; hints of coconut and mango. He held the small bottle of conditioner in his hand, menacingly almost, staring down at it with black eyes as water rivulets slid down his pale shoulders and face. Oh well, he thought to himself finally, popping the cap open and pouring it into his hand. It was even worse when it was out of the bottle in its natural state, nevermind laced in Katherine's hair.

Kat.

Traces of her were all over the bathroom - it was hers, anyways, so there should have been. Bright blue fuzzy mats, rubber ducky in the tub, lots of fruity, girly products. He wasn't surprised. She was about the strangest normal human he knew, so why not rubber duckies, too? He laughed a little, to himself, the sound almost sinister against the echo of the bathroom walls and hidden behind the falling water from the shower head. He laughed again, louder, at how evil the first laugh sounded, and this one was more amused - less wicked, more jovial. He laughed at himself, at how he'd ended up in this stupid situation, and how Kat was nervously cleaning around the apartment in his absence. He could hear her surface thoughts, wondering if her bathroom was too messy - wondering if she'd taken out the trash, or cleaned that hairball up off the floor from where she'd picked it out of her brush before.

She was so strange, but so innocent at the same time. He couldn't help it - who wouldn't want her? He felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. Part of him wanted to hide Kat from himself, to put her at a safe arm's length, keeping her away from his true nature... And the other half? The other half, well, that was how he'd ended up here, in the shower, smelling like a fruit salad.

Gabriel Sullivan · July 15, 2008, 02:21:40 AM

He may have thought she was strange, but there was nothing unreasonable about her reaction to her situation thus far. She still wasn't entirely sure what had happened between her and Gabe the night before, but obviously mass amounts of alcohol had been involved in both of their parts, and he just wasn't as bothered by the whole mess as she was. Of course, he also didn't seem to be half as hungover either, so he had good reason to be in higher spirits.

She just wished she could remember for sure what had happened.

With as much as she'd been thinking about tearing his clothes off, she'd have liked to remember what it was like to actually do it, which was what seemed to have happened. She DID remember jumping on him and knocking him into her front door, and if that was any indication of what the rest of the night had been like, she'd probably knocked him around more than he was ever going to admit. Given the state her sheets and living room were in, that seemed likely.

She didn't mind, though. It gave her something to occupy her hands with while her brain worked at its hangover-fogged best. Had Gabe been as drunk as she had been? Why had he come home with her? She vaguely remembered meeting up with him, and he'd seemed different, so he'd probably been drunk, but she didn't remember the decision to go home together. Maybe she had said something incredibly awesome and just impressed him that much.

Right. Back to reality, where she actually considered options that she believed.

Katherine Summers · October 12, 2008, 09:28:49 PM

He'd finally finished with his tropical island adventure, and was already out and semi-dry by the time Katherine came close enough for him to hear her attempting to clean her house outside of the bathroom door. Shamelessly, more because he was sick of seeing her stress out than because he wanted to see her blush, he stuck his head out of the door, a woosh of steam rushing into the hall.

"Kat. Stop. It looks fine. Go lay down on the couch. I'll be out in a second, and I'll get you some more water, okay?" he promised. She seemed to be properly admonished by her posture, but he honestly couldn't believe she was fluttering around and trying to straighten out her apartment - which wasn't dirty in the first place. As he tried to chase down the last of the water on his arms, he shook his head a little. She was practically falling asleep where she stood, and she was still trying to pretty things up - for him. He wanted to bang his head into the wall, and he might have if it wouldn't have taken a beautifully large chunk of plaster out.

His eyes scanned the floor for his clothing, and he had an "Oh, shit!" moment where he didn't see them. He realized that one of the millions of towels she kept in the bathroom had fallen over his boxers, and he grabbed them, then his pants, and tried to make himself presentable. His shirt was disgusting, though. It smelled like smoke and spilled beer (Kat). It would have to be washed.

Great. He was trying to make this easy, not hard. He knew how Kat felt, but it didn't help that he was feeling similar, except it was much easier to control when she wasn't flooding his head with all these thoughts that actually sounded quite splendid, had she not been human and frail and... Who was he kidding? He moved out into the hallway, into hungover-Kat territory, and headed for the kitchen, taking a detour to avoid having her stare at his chest. He had eyes, you know.

He opened the washing machine and threw the shirt in, thankful a load had already been started. The promised glass of water was fetched, as well as some Honey Grahams, and he came into the living room with them to find Katherine utterly engrossed in an episode of the Space Ghost show. "Hey," he said slowly.

He held out the nutritious snacks as some sort of apology for his current state. "My shirt was gross. I am now washing it. I'm also thankful that most bars are non smoking now in the city, and I hope that I never go to one that isn't again."

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AU: Flip-Flop

Katherine Summers

July 14, 2008, 11:17:54 PM

Gabriel Sullivan

July 15, 2008, 02:21:40 AM #1

Katherine Summers

October 12, 2008, 09:28:49 PM #2