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I think this is A.j.'s fault.
Kitty Pryde and Harry Dresden are having sex in my head. Or rather, keep sort of attempting it and getting interrupted, or interrupting each other, or Kitty's just teasing the crap out of him because he doesn't think she's serious. Harry is also confused with her whole "I don't want a relationship, I'd just like some sex, thanks" stance. It is possible that his confusion is because he's a boy. I highly suspect Kitty has been comparing notes with Kara Thrace on the usage of men. (Kara notes that marrying them is sometimes the wrong plan, Kitty's response was to remind Kara that she's not even twenty-five yet, and besides, she's not bugfuck insane like Kara)
(meanwhile, Bob thinks Harry's being an idiot)
However. Instead of that, Murphy and Kitty snippet. This is actually set post-the long-ass plot-driven crossover with Kate Lockley. And is directly related to the original Pryde and Dresden universe.
"So," Kitty said, gesturing with her shot glass. The bar had cleared out sometime around one a.m., but Murphy hadn't felt inclined to leave and Kitty was closing up, anyway. With just the two of them, the drinking had slowed, though the conversation hadn't. It was really no surprise that they'd eventually gotten around to this portion of the festivities. "You and Dresden?"
Murphy stared at her in disbelief, figuring out what she was asking pretty fast. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope."
A laugh escaped from Murphy and she shook her head, "I'd kill him. Week, tops."
Kitty grinned and sucked down the last of her shot. "Yeah. Guess I can see that."
"So." Murphy snagged the bottle of tequila before Kitty could and swirled the liquid in it. They'd done a good job of emptying it, though it was still half-full. "Any special reason for asking?"
"No."
The word came out a little too fast, and Murphy snickered. She poured Kitty another shot and topped up her own. "It'll take you longer, but you'd kill him, too."
Looking uncomfortable, Kitty downed her shot, then groaned. "So, you got any nice guys on the force to hook me up with?"
"Nice guys don't exist. Much." she added, after a second. Because there were nice guys. Heck, Dresden was a nice guy. He just wasn't comfortable or, well, adult enough, maybe. Connie shook her head, wondering how the hell they'd gotten on this topic, anyway. "So, how long did you say you've been doing this?"
Kitty half-grinned, eyes going oddly dark, then deliberately misinterpreted the question. "Tequila?" She licked a droplet off her finger and shrugged, "A while."
--and that's all I got, at the moment.
(meanwhile, Bob thinks Harry's being an idiot)
However. Instead of that, Murphy and Kitty snippet. This is actually set post-the long-ass plot-driven crossover with Kate Lockley. And is directly related to the original Pryde and Dresden universe.
"So," Kitty said, gesturing with her shot glass. The bar had cleared out sometime around one a.m., but Murphy hadn't felt inclined to leave and Kitty was closing up, anyway. With just the two of them, the drinking had slowed, though the conversation hadn't. It was really no surprise that they'd eventually gotten around to this portion of the festivities. "You and Dresden?"
Murphy stared at her in disbelief, figuring out what she was asking pretty fast. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope."
A laugh escaped from Murphy and she shook her head, "I'd kill him. Week, tops."
Kitty grinned and sucked down the last of her shot. "Yeah. Guess I can see that."
"So." Murphy snagged the bottle of tequila before Kitty could and swirled the liquid in it. They'd done a good job of emptying it, though it was still half-full. "Any special reason for asking?"
"No."
The word came out a little too fast, and Murphy snickered. She poured Kitty another shot and topped up her own. "It'll take you longer, but you'd kill him, too."
Looking uncomfortable, Kitty downed her shot, then groaned. "So, you got any nice guys on the force to hook me up with?"
"Nice guys don't exist. Much." she added, after a second. Because there were nice guys. Heck, Dresden was a nice guy. He just wasn't comfortable or, well, adult enough, maybe. Connie shook her head, wondering how the hell they'd gotten on this topic, anyway. "So, how long did you say you've been doing this?"
Kitty half-grinned, eyes going oddly dark, then deliberately misinterpreted the question. "Tequila?" She licked a droplet off her finger and shrugged, "A while."
--and that's all I got, at the moment.