LOOK BABY YOU HAVE TO LOVE ALVARO
Yea they are so cute :(((
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LOOK BABY YOU HAVE TO LOVE ALVARO
Yea they are so cute :(((
Katie was frantically cleaning the living room, or at least what passed for a living room these days. Unlike her laboratory, and more like her office, it was strewn with papers - tacked to the walls, between couch cushions, and lying flat on the coffee table. Though she kept them clear of the non-functioning fireplace that Chickadee used for a den as the salamander had a tendency to spray ashes over her work papers. Ashworth used to reem her for the grey-tinged folders, not fondly either; the woman abhorred dirt and grime outside of a crime scene. Katie lived with everything carefully coordinated, even if it seemed as if a hurricane had blown through. Her housemates used to threaten to curse Katie during Exam Season, with her corner of the Tower pasted with parchment and their mini fridge (courtesy of Katie and Fiona's charmwork) filled with neatly labeled vials. Now, there were labeled vials in Max's fridge, her laboratory, and dusting the interior of the mini-fridge that Katie had hauled out of the Seventh Year dorms while Maeko flung popcorn at her while she waddled it down the steps.
The Auror brushed the final folders into a rarely-used file cabinet just as the doorbell rang, more like buzzed. The ice cream shop Katie lived above had a separate entrance for the apartments abovehead, down a side alley that also functioned as a discrete Appiriton point with a shed that the magical could pop in and out. The shop being owned by the squib side of the Fortesqeue Family - kind, generous, Hufflepuff-like family who were not above yelling at Katie for her explosions - and thus kept muggles clear from the side alley and upper property.
Katie grabbed at the intercom, slamming on the red button that creaked under the force of her palm, "I'm buzzing you up darlin', top floor 4C--"
A cheery laugh and distinct accent came through the intercom that made Katie's toes curl, confirming the room and commenting that she'd also bought ice cream. The auror practically tripped into her bedroom throwing on a lacey bra and cropped tee proclaiming Terminal Review and shoved her skinny scarred legs through loose jeans with more tears than fabric, each inch of said denim clung to the muscle of her body.
As Katie shoved her combat boots on a knock came. Tossing her messy shag out from her eyes, she slid to the door, opening it with a bright grin.
"Rue, welcome to mi casa!" The Spanish fell clunky off her tongue, not in the least sexy, but most folks liked Katie at her silliest and grinning. "Come on in," Katie waved her palm, letting the wards in her house flex, noting and allowing Rue's magical signature to be added to the Yes Fly List. But even that shard of magic sent a spasm of pain up her arm, "It's a bit of a mess, but I tried to clean up, and I set up some stuff..." There was a chalkboard, chalk in various colors, her alchemy kit set up, and a bottle of whiskey, which she gestured to with wide arms, "Everything we need to plan a murder," she clapped her hands together with a grin, "and you bought us ice cream, even better, I always work best on a sugar rush!"
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Want the k innit (from Rue)
Katie & Rue #11 - collarbone kiss
This wasn’t exactly what Katie had in mind when she told Rue they had to spend more time together. She meant more like getting drinks and falling into bed, maybe starting a few arson cases for Sidewinder to chase after. More likely, she wanted to simply hang out with Rue, have some lunch, then get pressed to a brick wall, let Rue’s heated fingertips drag down her neck, and slip around the nonexistent curve of her waist.
Being snowed wasn’t what she had in mind.
“I could ya know, burn it away,” Katie made a finger guns motion towards the small mountain that covered the entryway to her apartment, “wouldn’t take more than a minute.”
“Statute of Secrecy much?” Rue was splayed over Katie’s bed, rolling onto her stomach to fixate Katie with eyes not dissimilar to a cat. “Thought you were an Auror.”
The Gryffindor huffed and left her fingerprints along the frozen glass panes. She’d gotten bored with leaving smiley-faced imprints for her neighbors to admire across the way. Strolling to her bed, Katie shucked off her shoes. Katie flopped next to Rue, curling around a stray pillow tucking it closer to her chest. “So... what do you wanna do? I’ve got cards; we can play with my switch provided we don’t use magic and erase my Breath of the Wild save file again.” She’d nearly committed when her 300-hour playthrough got deleted.
“Video games, really, Kat?” Rue turned over, so they were nose to nose, a few inches, and their lips would touch. Their soft breathing filling up the room as Katie’s skin went warm, a dark flush growing up her throat to her cheeks, a shiver creeping up her spine until, Katie froze a little, unsure whether to press the advantage. Sure they’d been flirting and teasing each other for a young age, but that didn’t exactly mean consent to Katie letting her hands wander to that fantastic ass Rue presented daily for her viewing pleasure. So Katie closed her eyes, finding a stray sense of dignity and poise.
Then promptly dropped kicked that out the window when Rue smiled at her.
Fuck.
“Um yeah... also, do you want me to make up another bed? I know it’s cold, but well, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable....” she was rambling, what was she sixteen again? Someone shut her up Christ, “--cause I know we’ve been like flirtin’ with the idea of kissin’ but like I dunno if you wanna do that like Tonight-Tonight ya know. It’s not cool for me to be pressuring you or even give any kinda inference I am,” wow, shut the fuck up, Thorne catch your goddamn breath, “so ah... yeah. I can just - you know what take the bed I’m good--”
Rue’s lips on her throat ended any stream of thought, except for the impression of heat. Everything about Rue was warm, her smile, her skin, her eyes, her fucking magic. So Katie tilted her head back, her hands roaming up Rue’s arms and around her back, knitting her fingers against the gentle knobs of her spine, nailing dragging along Rue’s skin. Rue moved her way down, tongue laving over the soft tremble of her veins while Katie’s skin vibrated with low moans.
“For someone so smart, you’re so. Fucking. Dumb,” each word punctuated with a nip, leaving tiny imprints on Katie’s skin. “I could’ve Flooed home, Kat.”
Oh, the Floo. Right, the magical transportation via fire, which Rue could do things with. The Floo which required a fire place that Kat owned.
Right.
Oh.
“So you like wanna be here--” the word cracked off with a sharp moan as Rue sucked hickey in the hollow of her throat, leaving a dark patch on her light skin.
“Shut up and take your clothes off, Kat.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Katie grinned, sitting up to shuck off her shirt, braless as usual, while Rue traced the green-black-yellow-white scars and magical indentations on her skin until finally, her lips found the small bumps on her collarbone from poor Healing sessions and childhood madness. The Gryffindor smiled, running her fingers through Rue’s hair as she pressed a trail of kisses along the bone. “So, we’re gonna be stuck here a while then. Got any plans I should know about?”
Rue looked up, raising a single brow, “Kat, could you just open your pretty mouth and moan I’m doing some of my best hickey work right now.”
What was Katie but a soldier to follow orders?
This bitch is gonna go see The Hunger Games tomorrow.
*dance party*