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[He's been watching her run around in nothing but a bikini all day, which was pretty nice for him (and everyone else, frankly). More than once she'd glanced over his way, catching him staring, but there was no embarrassment to be found there: he'd just grinning and offered her a little salute with whatever bottle he'd had at the time, his eyes lingering here and there. Why not? She looks good, and she knows that he's into her. Why not stare?

Besides: protection means keeping her in his sights, so.

Anyway. Now the sun's set, and he's leaning up against a wall near the doorway. The party, such as it is, is in full-swing, and that's nice, but he's never been one for socializing. Instead: he watches and waits, and when she comes near, he stares down at her with no small measure of amusement.]

Hey.

Bored with splashing around?

[He's waiting in his bedroom-- and it is his bedroom now, singular possession-- for her. She'll come, he knows. He'd lost her in the shuffle, but she'll seek him out, he knows she will. And for now . . .

For now, he sits heavily on his bed, head bowed and breath shaking, his fingers wrapped so tightly around the neck of a new bottle that his knuckles have gone white.

[He's a lot less disturbed this time around, but that doesn't mean he's okay. Just numb, really, but he's going to try and keep to this one bottle tonight. It's not hard to find Katy-- he mostly just hangs in his doorframe til he spots her, then jerks his head-- and he gives her a long look once the door is closed.]

First of all . . .

[Hm.]

That was pretty good, that word unscrambling.

C'mere. I gotta talk to you.

[Is it a choice? No. Get your butt in his room, Katy, and ignore him as he speaks so low. It's probably for a reason.]

[They go right to his room.

He slams the door behind them, then shoves the chair beneath the knob. It won't keep anyone out for long, but it's a warning system. Then he sits her on the bed, hands firm on her shoulders. Stay there, as he goes to grab towels and dampen them in the sink.]

Clothes off.

[Let's take care of those burns first.]

Edited 2019-11-01 05:47 (UTC)

[This'd started with a trip to the BDSM shop.

Not particularly to buy anything. Just to look. Why not? It's not like he's got much else to do around here. And with Katy sticking by so close, they might as well peruse. To both their surprise, it's Haymitch who knows more. Katy's far from lacking in knowledge, but he's the one who's had to see two decades of Capitol crap; he knows exactly how a bunch of this shit works. He wishes he didn't, but he absolutely does.

Anyway. One thing led to another, and honestly, a quick fuck is always good to take your mind off things. Saturday things, for example, because Katy might not show it, but he's sure she's still rattled.

So there's this: her flat on her back and her arms over her head, his hand gripping her wrists and keeping her in place while he fucks her. He slows down a few times, teasing, delighting in how she fusses, but sooner or later he brings her to climax. And himself too, of course, he's not going to pass up a chance to leave her dripping.

So now there's this: sharing a cigarette and laying around with very few things on. He's got his trousers, but that's about it; a shirt is impossible right now. And if she wants to walk around with nothing on, well, shit, he's not gonna argue.]

You really think after forty years I don't know what half that shit does?

[An idle pickup of their previous conversation.]

week one; wednesday night

week one trial; immediately afterwards

week 2, post trial

tuesday night, pre break in

tuesday night; week 3