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Criminal 2b/?
Date: 2012-07-13 09:12 am (UTC)“Hah.” His voice finally cracks, privately piecing together ‘dog’ and ‘all fours’ and ‘style’. That was what O’Brian had called it, right? Dog-style? Dogged-style? “You oughta… um…”
“Hm?” She interrupts, catching his eye as she chastely licks leftover orange juice from the cleft just above her upper lip.
“I was saying,” He pauses warily, glancing at the kitchen door as he hears Freddie groan loudly—the usual sound that follows ‘Do your chores.’ or ‘How is school?’. “You oughta talk to Wally Mack about borrowing some knee pads.”
It is her turn to draw a blank, though she manages to look confused in such a way that Herman feels idiotic and inadequate to the world. He nearly glares at her.
“He’s the uh… Well isn’t he the new couch for the Little League?”
“Yes.” She snorts in disgust, reminding Herman that Wally Mack isn’t very well liked by Freddie and Kate. “But what does that have to do with anything, Mr. Gomez?”
He curls his toes at the last note: Mr. Gomez. He likes the sound of it, or maybe the way she says it. Not like a teenage girl talking to her boyfriend’s dad, more like a young woman teasing a colleague.
At this point, however, the whole conversation has been upended by his odd way of approaching social interactions—perhaps it’s the married man attempting to befuddle this girl’s strange fascination with him, before she becomes embarrassed by rejection.
“Well, suppose you wore knee pads to your next fix-‘er-up,” He leans forward with a smile, his previous awkward manner lightening a tad as Freddie re-enters the room with a redness to his face that speaks frustration in it’s usual volumes. What a guy… “Don’t those ballplayers wear kneepads Freddie? Well, anyway, don’t you think that if you wore some, you could end a work day with less pain and… more gain!”
Freddie groans once more, leaning over to let his forehead fall against the table loudly. “Pop, come on!”
“What?” Herman frowns, attempting to make himself heard over Kate’s booming laugh. “I think that’s a great idea, what do you think Pep?”
Pepper blinks upon her address, touching a hand to her neck and letting her mouth bob open in confusion.
“I think it’s marvelous.” Kate finally comes up for air, her face as red as her lipstick and her eyes watering. “Just swell, Mr. Gomez. Truly.”
“You think so?” Herman smiles back at her, raising his brow at Freddie. “See pal? She thinks so.”
“It’s just—!” Freddie looks to be about to bust a damn vein, he’s so busy whirling his head between his father and a giggling Kate that he doesn’t seem to be breathing too well. “Do you have to talk like that dad?”
“Talk like what?” Herman sighs, watching with a touch of disappointment as Kate stands up in a flurry and straightens her vault suit with plucks and tugs. Most things get fixed around her and Herman finds himself growing dangerously accustomed to Pep’s momentary calm and Freddie’s beaming face. It’s all fleeting right before his eyes, though: Freddie is getting overtly flustered by his embarrassment and Pepper’s getting meek and grey again at his side, her eyes following Kate’s movements with exact precision. “I was just saying—,”
“Well!” Kate’s voice is thunder as she throws her hands up in dramatics. “I’m off! I promised my dad I’d help him with the auto-doc; try to get it up and running again and all that.” She turns to Freddie before he can protest. “You wanna walk me home?”
Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-13 09:14 am (UTC)“Kate!” Pepper blurts out, drawing the attention of the room. Herman holds his breath upon seeing his wife’s sudden change of expression—meek to near hysterical. She hates lots of attention all at once. “K-… Kate. Would you… like, the… well, the brownies—,”
“Ah! Yes!” Kate leans her head to the side, staring at his wife like she’s some sort of child. Herman grinds his teeth. “Thank you for reminding me!"
And then they’re alone again; Freddie’s back disappears behind the automatic door and Pep scurries off to dig up the brownies she ‘made’. Lucy Palmer dropped them by this morning…
Kate is back on him again as soon as the silence swallows them up, her odd eyes daring him to make a sound of protest as she makes her way around the table with slow, deliberate steps.
She sits beside him, plopping down loudly into the seat where Pepper had sat previously. She’s close, too close for his comfort; the smallest brush of her arm touches at his bicep.
With a movement too fast for him to deflect, her hand is on his knee, patting it lightly.
“Hey!” He snaps out of reflex, tensing against her approaching face.
Though she doesn’t kiss him like he had thought she would do—not on his lips at least. Herman’s back stiffens in alarm as Kate presses a warm, lingering kiss at the corner of his jaw, just beside his ear—the way her hand squeezes his knee in unison with the kiss makes a gasp hiss through his teeth.
“I like you.” She whispers.
Her words are so juvenile, so strangely childish and familiar that a shiver runs down Herman’s back, his fingers digging into the chair beneath him.
His wife isn’t in the kitchen, his son not waiting out in the hall just beyond the front door—he is here beside this girl, her lips brushing along his earlobe as she leans away from him, her heat leaving him like a sigh.
He is 16 again, in a dark closet with Ellen, fumbling with the zipper of his vault suit, trying not to laugh at her drunken giggling.
Herman turns slowly to the seat next to him, where she once was. She is gone, smiling at his wife by the door with a plate of brownies tucked under her arm, backing out into the hall.
Kate’s eyes, dark and loaded with challenge, are the last thing he sees of her before the door hisses shut.
OP is dying.
Date: 2012-07-13 09:28 am (UTC)A!A
Date: 2012-07-18 10:52 pm (UTC)Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-13 01:14 pm (UTC)THIS IS AMAZING.
Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-18 10:53 pm (UTC)Love,
A!A
P.S. Thank you!!
Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-13 09:03 pm (UTC)Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-18 10:54 pm (UTC)Love,
A!A
Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-14 03:02 am (UTC)I'm in love with you. I am so in love with you for writing this absolutely wonderfully perfect story.
I am on the edge of my seat. OH DEER LORD
Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-18 10:56 pm (UTC)Love,
A!A
P.S. Thank you so much <33
Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-14 09:24 pm (UTC)Omg, I'm dead. Just dead from the sexiness and the teasing. I love you A!A, never stop writing this!
Re: Criminal 2c/?
Date: 2012-07-18 10:57 pm (UTC)Thank you, by the way. <3
Love,
A!A