Kellerman's Resort, Saturday Evening, October 17th

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was the last night of a magical week here at Kellerman's. It could only be hoped that everyone had the time of their lives. That they'd never felt this way before.

But we swear it's the truth.

And they owe it all to the wonderful camp for putting up with everyone's shenanigans. Bobby.

[OOC: And here we go! | Morning Post | Cottage & Room List | Rooms | Pool, Hot Tub, Sauna | Kellerman's Bar | Kellerman's Farewell Party | Moonlight Boat Ride | Lake Hike | Bonfire | OOC |OCD is up! Go have fun!]

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Re: Lake Hike

[thatsamilkshake]

Do you LIKE-me like--

What do I do if you--

What do I do if I--

Any of them would work, if she didn't run clucking away from them, but the one that was loudest, she heard in Katchoo's voice, not her own, on the path back up to the cabins as they walked away from Chuck's birthday party in the summer.

"Would you hate me if I--" She couldn't finish that one either, because if she waited, she wouldn't, and she didn't want to wait. So she didn't.

Re: Lake Hike

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

The answer was no. The answer was always going to be no, only Katchoo wasn't giving that answer in words -- just in the way she reached her free hand out to catch Francine's fingertips with her own and, if anything, moved closer.

Re: Lake Hike

[thatsamilkshake]

Right in that moment, Francine got just fine that the answer was no, for as far as she was asking that question anymore. Mostly she was asking how much do I really need oxygen anyway and is the world gonna tilt every single time we do this because that could really mess up my inner ear balance and oh let's face it pretty much nothing at all, because it was all warm skin and warm breath and Katchoo's face in her hand like she could close her eyes and still know the shape, and of course she could. Of course she could.

Re: Lake Hike

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo slid the hand covering Francine's around to the back of her neck, like she was holding on to the moment because it was earth-shaking and breathless every time but never seemed to last. Not that she was thinking about that part -- not when there was right now and Francine right here and oh my god she kissed me.

So her eyes drifted shut -- she knew Francine's face from years of memory going back to staring in through a bedroom window in the moonlight and trying not to trip over the sprinklers as she snuck away.

Re: Lake Hike

[thatsamilkshake]

Funny how it didn't seem cold out at all now, the air off the lake only good for blowing hair into eyes that were already closed, and that hand that wasn't on Katchoo's face slipping around to splay across her back, and the skin against the other hand so hot that some tiny barely-conscious vestige of normality was wondering if Katchoo had a fever and thinking about chicken soup and tucking her into bed and--- oh bed, pictures in the bubbles in her head and arms and legs and sheets and that would be OH GOD Francine pulling back and staring.

Re: Lake Hike

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Just because Katchoo hadn't been thinking about the inevitability of this didn't mean she was surprised when it happened. Bubbles, yes, and the damned things kept floating away from you and then burst when you touched them.

"That answer your question, then?" she said tonelessly.

Re: Lake Hike

[thatsamilkshake]

No. I don't know. Maybe. Oh GOD.

"I--" Bawck bawck bawck bawck bawcAWWWWK. "Sorry! I didn't--- I'm sorry. I.... I should...I need to--" Go. Fast. Away. With one last stricken look back over her shoulder. "I'm sorry!"

Re: Lake Hike

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I know you are, Francie," Katchoo said quietly to the place where Francine had been.

Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit.

"You always are."

Slumping against a tree for a moment, Katchoo sighed, then turned to walk very slowly back to the cottage.