A House, Currant, Maine, Saturday

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Earlier in the week, Kathy had requested Ezra to tell her when he was free to be visited at home in Currant. And today, well, he was free for a visit: the house was empty, Lock was off in Boston with Bianca, and Ezra had nothing in the way of obligations happening. So he'd told her that.

And now he was just waiting around, lounging on the couch, reading a book. Easy Saturday, just like he liked it.

[ooc: NFB. Primarily for the one mentioned, but open also for texts/calls/whathaveyou!]

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"I said possibly," Kathy purred, staring up into his eyes, mouth quirking. "Not that I would."

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"And I called you on the possibility, because you also didn't say you wouldn't," he replied, keeping his voice quiet and smooth. Private. "So what's it going to be, my little hotteok, hmm?"

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"Pie?" Kathy suggested, bringing it up to be framed by her chest.

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Ezra clucked his tongue. "Disappointing," he said, possibly at her chest but he'd claim it was at the pie.

Which he was going to try and reach for now, anyway.

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"You had better have been talking to the pie right there," Kathy said, giving it over.

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"Obviously."

He was already traipsing towards the kitchen to get something to dig into the pie with.

"But my disappointment was for the lack of begging."

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He was traipsing into the kitchen to get utensils. Kathy was pouncing on the couch to dig for that book.

And then was gonna just lounge on his couch, like the cat that ate the canary.

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Ezra got... two spoons. Because he didn't feel like dealing with the hassle of plates. (Or making Lock deal with the hassle of plates, really.) And he pocketed one of the spoons, too, instead of carrying it out in the open.

What he saw when he got back into the living room told him he'd made the right call.

"Excuse me, darling, it appears you've landed on my seat." Like a book-digging menace.

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"Oh have I?" Kathy asked, all innocence. "I hadn't realized. I was just so fascinated by this typeface."

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Ezra rolled his eyes, dramatically, before trying to sit on her feet. So, better move those.

"Cute, darling."

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Or keep them there and warm them up on his ass, which seemed like an infinitely better idea.

"I know," she said, smiling prettily up at him. "I generally am."

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Ezra wasn't a very light sitter, but, her choice.

He also wasn't producing a spoon for her as he started digging into the pie with his own. "Pleased with yourself?"

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Kathy wiggled her toes under him, snuggling them a bit deeper into the cushions. "Yep, actually I am," she said. "We're hanging out, you like your pie, there's a good book nearby... This is a pretty good day all told."

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"You're not going to con me into talking about reading," he told her as he leaned back a little, just to make sure she knew it. "The pie is tasty, though."

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"But I've never read Tristam Shandy before," Kathy said, dimples apparent in her enthusiasm. "So you'd be introducing me to a whole new experience!"

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Ezra almost opened his mouth to almost say something in response to that -- But then he narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Nope. Not happening, darling."

If only he'd still been able to distract her with sex.

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Mmm, if only.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," she said, shrugging philosophically. She leaned forward. "Can I get a piece of that?"

The pie, of course.

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"No."

He leaned away and everything.

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"Such a brat," Kathy tsked, sitting back, eyes merry. "My poor feelings."

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"You've practically done nothing except trample all over my feelings since you got here," Ezra retorted. "I don't care about yours."

So he shoved another spoonful of pie in his mouth.

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"However do you stand me?" Kathy asked, "with the way I just callously abuse you."

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"I don't know," he quipped, with a glance over at her. "Before, I would've said it was all the delicious sex. But now?"

He made a show of shrugging his shoulders. It was a very demonstrative shrug.

"I do not know, darling."

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"You must find my personality equally delicious," Kathy said, leaning forward to run her fingers across his cheeks, thumb brushing across his lower lip. "Only possibility."

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Ezra rolled his eyes at her, even while he leaned some into the touch.

"Doubtful," he said, and his lips brushed against her thumb, in turn.

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"And yet you stick around," Kathy said, leaning towards him. She stopped, just a breath away. "And I'm glad for it."