solarhippie | MCA #10, Sunday

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MCA #10, Sunday

Karolina was having a lazy Sunday.

Well, lazy-ish anyway: she'd had to finish up some of her school work that she would have to turn in next week and which she'd kind of fallen asleep over last night, but now that was all finished up and she was free to do whatever she pleased.

... Which, right now, seemed to be slouching on her couch watching that British baking contest thing, while she waited for her takeout to arrive. It was Sunday, she was allowed! And anyway, it kind of still counted as educational, because she was learning all about all kinds of pastries. So, maybe she'd even manage to some day put some of that knowledge to good use and bake something herself. Just, not today.

Probably not next week, either.

But some day!

[ooc: Door closed, post open!]

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Beau had gone out for an early morning run and then her usual workout. With all of that done, plus a shower and then breakfast, now she was ready for a lazy Sunday of her own.

When she arrived back at the building, she bypassed her own apartment in favor of going down the hall and knocking on Karolina's door.

Hey, it's me. I'm the one knocking.

Also, texting her from the hallway like a dork, but hey, at least it wouldn't be disappointing to find out she wasn't here to deliver food?

It was still a little disappointing that she wasn't there to deliver food, if only because then Karolina could've had the best of both worlds. But, this was good too.

Hey bb

Yes, of course she answered. And then came to the door. Maybe made sure on the way that her crop-top hoodie (she was a hipster child of her time, leave her alone) and comfy yoga pants were looking fine in the mirror. But not so thoroughly as to keep Beau waiting too long.

Nope, she was there, opening the door. "Hi!"

"Hi," Beau said, though it took her a moment; she'd been looking at her incoming text message, which explained the goofy look on her face. "I was bored and I wanted to come see you. Were you doing anything?"

She thought Karolina looked just fine, by the way, if that appreciative look was any indication.

Beau was quickly becoming a very biased source of opinions on whether Karolina looked good or not.

And Karolina was finding she didn't mind one bit.

"I was watching a baking show and waiting for my food to arrive," she informed her brightly, already stepping aside to let her in. "So, no. Not really."

Yes, she was biased, but she also had very strong opinions on the subject, okay?

"So I can take up space on your couch for a while?" Beau reached out to give her an awkward one-armed hug on her way through the door. Still working on this casual affection thing, see?

That hug was not smooth at all, not even from Karolina's side, even though she gave it her best effort. Still, they could probably make up for that on the couch.

Speaking of which: "Oh, definitely," Karolina replied, closing the door. "It's way too much space for one person, anyway."

"Good thing I came over to help with that then," Beau said with just a touch of a mockingly self-congratulatory tone, and flung herself onto the couch in a -- well, rather graceful sprawl, really, all things considered.

It would have been a little more impressive if she hadn't been making grabby hands in Karolina's direction, though.

Maybe, but then it wouldn't have randomly reminded Karolina of Chase, or made her laugh. So, lose some, win some.

She was a little less flashy about getting on the couch. But about as obvious about cuddling up close to Beau.

"Your help is super appreciated."

"Yeah, I can tell." Beau, much less awkwardly this time, wrapped an arm around Karolina's shoulders and started playing with her hair. "'cause you know I'm always super helpful."

Shut up, that was hilarious.

"Learned anything useful from this show so far?"

"Well, now I know how they get the filling in eclairs?" Karolina offered with a pleased little sigh as she settled down further.

Her hair was a definite weak spot.

"I used to think they put it in before they baked them, even though I thought that made no sense." She shrugged. "But it's not like we baked a lot I was a kid."

"Yeah, me neither." Perfectly aware of how well she was responding to it, Beau kept running her fingers through Karolina's hair at a slow, deliberate pace. "Too busy for that kind of thing, I guess . . . was that your deal too?"

She leaned in to nuzzle behind Karolina's ear, just breathing in her scent and enjoying the closeness.

"There's a problem here," she added, though in such a lazy and content tone that it didn't seem particularly pressing. "When your food gets here, one of us is going to have to get up and get it."

"We got all our pastries from bakeries," Karolina replied, with the faintest little shrug, because she did not want to disrupt what Beau was doing. "My parents did the best they could with giving me a normal childhood, but I think they were too busy with acting to learn about baking."

Although in retrospect, maybe the fact that they'd come over from Majesdane as adults had had something to do with it, too.

As for that other thing... Karolina made a little whiney noise. "And, I know. But we'll cross that bridge when we get ot it, right?" In like ten minutes or less.

"Yeah . . . the wine business didn't really leave much time for that either," Beau said half-distractedly, and since she wasn't in the least inclined to stop what she was doing yet, her breath was probably warm against Karolina's skin. "Me learning how to do the bookkeeping took precedence, pretty much."

There were other factors too, like how her father had probably been too busy being a giant suckup to the authorities and how it would have involved her parents actually, you know, spending quality time with her at all. But those were the kinds of things that were a real mood killer, and given how much she didn't want to interrupt a good snuggle session right now Beau didn't see the point in bringing any of that up.

She made a little whiney noise of her own. "I probably shouldn't start kissing you yet, then, huh? Unless I want you to starve. Which I don't."

"Probably not," Karolina agreed, although it obviously pained her to say so. You could tell by the renewed whine. "I don't want to starve either. And, your kisses are great but I don't think even they could keep me distracted forever."

Food was important, okay.

Beau made a distinctly grumbly noise and just snuggled in a little closer instead.

"I almost want to say that was a challenge, but I'm not gonna stand between a girl and her food." She had a healthy appetite herself, so no, she wasn't going to go that far. "I'll take the compliment though."

"You can try distracting me later," Karolina promised, oh so mock-magnanimously, as she turned her head and pressed a quick kiss of her own against the top of Beau's head. "After I get my food. It still counts even when it's not food you're distracting me from!"

Besides, she'd practically already stopped watching the baking show. But at least she was still facing the TV.

"Challenge accepted then," Beau said with a laugh. "Sure you don't want to learn more stuff about pastries, though?"

She kind of did, a little bit, but it wasn't high on her priority list.

Instead, she made a contented little sound and rested her head against Karolina's shoulder. "Careful, you're gonna make me get used to this." It didn't sound like a complaint though.

Karolina chuckled, but it was a quiet and soft sound. "And would that be a bad thing?" she asked, sounding amused. "What's wrong with getting used to nice things?"

Like couch cuddles, which - if you'd asked Karolina right now - were clearly the best kind of cuddles.

It makes it worse when I lose them later, was what Beau almost said, but no, she wanted to have more faith in Karolina than that. Which was a whole risk of its own, according to her usual habits, but . . . what the hell.

"Nah. Nothing," she said instead. "There's nothing wrong with it. I'm just kind of . . . not, really?"

Couch cuddles were awesome, by the way.

"Well," Karolina replied, sounding a little mischievous, "I hope it's not too forward of me or anything to say that I kinda wanna make you feel used to this."

Because she was an optimist. And kind of totally trying to snuggle up closer to Beau, as if that was possible.

So of course, the doorbell rang.

Karolina rolled her eyes, dramatically. "Uuuugh."

"Whyyyyyy," Beau grumbled, but she was already trying -- reluctantly -- to disentangle herself from Karolina, figuring that the sooner they got this part over with, the sooner they could go back to the snuggles.

"Hang on like half a second!" she yelled toward the door.

"Want me to get it?"

Karolina was similarly slow and reluctant about pulling away from her. But she did it, and that was what truly mattered.

Still, meh.

She wrinkled her nose. "If you promise not to run off with it?"

That was not a genuine worry.

"I mean, I could, but no," Beau told her, and used one hand to vault over the arm of the couch instead of just getting up like a normal person, because she was maybe showing off a little bit but also just because she could.

She . . . probably could have done a little less trying to get the delivery person to hurry up and leave, admittedly, but she returned shortly and flopped back down on the couch before handing the bag of takeout containers over.

"Here you go --" She thought she'd try something out, here, as absurdly self-conscious as she felt about it. "Babe."

Karolina was sufficiently impressed at Beau vaulting off the couch. You could tell by the surprised little 'eep!' and the little snicker that followed.

She also happily accepted the bags. The mere scent of them made her stomach growl. They were from Taste of Thai, because she was stuck in her ways - and also because her original craving for Indian food would've meant trying to get takeout from the mainland, and she hadn't been interested in trying her luck.

But, what really made her grin up at Beau was that endearment. "Thanks, babe."

"Welcome," Beau replied, a little bit huskily, and it was hard to tell but she miiiiiiiight have been blushing just a bit. "Need me to get you anything? Napkins or whatever?"

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