Fic: Welcome to the Fold (6-7/?)
Apr. 7th, 2007 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fembuckTitle: Welcome to the Fold
Author: Janine
Fandom: Blade the Series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: R
Warning: bloodplay, language, rough sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Krista and Chase find themselves spending more and more time together and are slowly being led towards a place that neither of them expected.
========================================
Part 6
That Night
Krista tilted her head up and looked towards the ceiling sighing as she realized that she had been staring again. Chase was marching up and down the briefing room as Krista’s team put on the last of their gear and went through weapons checks, inspecting and overseeing everything. Normally Krista would have played a more active role in this procedure, and in the past she had actually gotten quite annoyed with Chase’s hovering, asking the blonde why she put her in charge if she just wanted to do everything herself, but she didn’t mind it so much at the moment. She was having a hard time concentrating and Chase going through the checks kept everyone from noticing how distracted she was.
She was the one who had asked Chase to stay the day, she knew that, but she found herself at loss as to what to say to the blonde when she awoke at sunset with the Chase spooned behind her. The wounds on their bodies had healed so she wasn’t faced with that upon waking up, but there was still a very naked - well half naked – Chase pressed up against her own partially nude body. In a way she found their near nudity worse than actually being naked because it was a reminder that they couldn’t even have been bothered to disrobe properly before ravishing each other.
The most distressing thing for her however, was that despite the fact that she was kind of horrified by what they had done with each other hours before, upon seeing Chase’s body she found that she had the powerful urge to pounce on Chase and fuck her until she lost consciousness again. In fact if Chase hadn’t rolled off of the bed and walked into her closet looking for a shirt that she could wear to her own room since Krista had ruined hers, she was sure that she would have had her mouth on Chase and her hand between her legs within seconds.
They had fallen into some light banter when Chase emerged from her closet and began to get dressed (“You look a little stiff, I didn’t hurt you did I?” “Look at the little kitten acting like a lion. With all the mewling you were doing I thought you might prefer it if I tossed you a ball of yarn.”), which relieved some of Krista’s tension, but once alone - while she showered and got dressed - and as she sat in the meeting room listening to Chase go through the operation one last time she knew that the momentary ease of tension had been just that.
“Krista,” Chase called halting the brunette as she began to exit the room with her team. Krista waved them on and turned to face Chase, watching her for a moment before crossing the small distance over to her.
“Are you straight?” Chase asked seriously, studying the brunette keenly.
“Apparently not,” Krista replied a little smirk coming to her lips despite herself as her eyes fell to Chase’s lips and she licked her own.
“I meant are you thinking straight,” Chase replied though her lips quirked as well at the younger vampires salacious look. “You were quiet during the meeting and barely paid attention during the weapons prep,” she continued the smile fading from her lips as she went back to studying the brunette. “Macro can take them tonight if you’re not up to it.”
Krista opened her mouth to respond flippantly, her first instinct to combat the insinuation that she wasn’t up to doing her job. However, as she considered Chase’s expression she closed her mouth and thought better of her response. There was none of the usual glee in Chase’s expression that was there when she was purposefully goading Krista or trying to provoke her. It seemed that the blonde was genuinely concerned about her.
“I’ll be fine,” Krista said finally looking away momentarily. “I was distracted during the meeting,” she admitted knowing there was no point in denying it, “but I’ll be ready when we get to the site. I’m a professional.”
Chase stared at her for a moment looking almost as if she wanted to question Krista again but finally she just nodded.
“Come back in one piece,” Chase said finally her posture loosening and her voice taking on a more familiar sarcastic tone. “I don’t feel like playing nursemaid. If you get anything chopped or blown off you’ll find yourself in Marta’s tender embrace,” she went on referring to the nurse she had managed to procure for the coven. Marta was good at her job, but she had just about the worst bedside manner ever. Chase had seen her people suffer through all sorts of injuries to avoid seeing the woman, and it had become a joke around the coven to threaten people with Marta – as long as the woman in question was out of ear shot, of course.
“Noted. In that case,” Krista replied smiling slightly, “all my body parts and I will see you when we get back,” she continued watching the blonde thoughtfully for a moment as if trying to come to a decision about something before she finally breathed in deeply and leaned forward awkwardly pressing her lips against Chase’s, the contact stiff and uncertain before she pulled back.
Chase blinked at her when she shifted back and Krista looked away from her. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of blushing anymore but if she was she was certain that she was blushing then.
“You better,” Chase said finally jerking her thumb towards the door though her voice was softer than usual and her other hand reached out to rest on Krista’s hip gently as she spoke. “Go, you’ve haven’t got all night.”
Krista bit her lip in an effort not to smile and nodded curtly before spinning on her heel and heading out the door. Chase watched her go, her shoulders sagging slightly a sigh emerging from her throat once Krista was out of sight.
She still had no idea what they were doing, but it looked like she was going to find out whether she wanted to or not.
=============================================
Part 7
Three Weeks Later …
Krista ran her fingers over Chase’s back softly, watching as the marks she had made there moments before began to fade, her fingers slowly trailing down the curve of Chase’s torso, before Chase wiggled slightly and Krista couldn’t resist leaning down and nipping at her back lightly.
She loved lying like this with the blonde, the calm of it after the insanity of their lovemaking. While they were having sex there were times that they would be slower and gentler with each other than at other times, but for the most part it was never really gentle. It was hard, and messy, and passionate and all consuming, and just thinking about it made Krista throb with renewed desire, but it was nice afterwards to be able to touch Chase, to lie with her and have it be calm and soothing.
It amazed her really how soothing she found the blonde’s presence. She had tried to fight it when they first met, and again when she had come to Chase’s coven, but she had always had a powerful urge to just collapse into Chase’s embrace.
“What was your favorite decade?” Krista asked softly, kissing the back of Chase’s shoulder.
“This one, because I met you,” Chase responded flippantly, turning her head a little to gaze at Krista who rolled her eyes and bit down on her shoulder harder. Chase purred.
“I’m serious,” Krista mumbled a moment later pressing herself against Chase’s back, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“I was too … a little bit,” Chase replied her tone still light although she did sound more serious than before.
“Am I the best you’ve had in 126 years?” Krista asked knowing she was leaving a door open for Chase to mock the hell out of her, but not comfortable responding to the blonde’s comment another way. She wasn’t stupid or that self-deluded. She knew that what she and Chase were doing was more than sex. They weren’t just co-workers getting each other off occasionally. It would have been much easier for them if they were, she was sure, but it was more than that, they were more than that. Chase meant something to her, and despite the way they joked, she knew that she meant something to Chase as well.
“You’re certainly the most recent,” Chase replied smirking a little before shifting in Krista’s loose embrace so that they were face to face. She then leaned forward and licked the brunette’s chin before kissing it affectionately.
“What was your favorite decade?” Krista asked again as Chase lay her head on her shoulder.
“I liked the 20s,” Chase responded a little smile tugging at her lips. “And the 60s,” added a moment later after thinking about it.
“I can picture you in the twenties,” Krista said smiling. She had already kind of seen Chase in a bob over a year ago and the elder vampire did love to show off her legs and cleavage. Not that Krista was complaining about that in the least. She loved looking at Chase’s legs and cleavage. They were great. “I would’ve thought that the sixties would have annoyed you though.”
Chase was quite for a moment. In a way the sixties did annoy her, but flower children were easy prey and their blood was usually so laced with drugs that you got a pleasant little high if you fed off of them especially after they had just popped a pill or whatever their poison was. Once after attacking a group of young people in a city park one night, she had spent two days in a hallucinogenic haze and had a riveting conversation with a giant hamster in a top hat. The hippies were also really friendly which made hunting so much easier. She had actually taken to telling people that she was going to suck their blood and showed them her fangs, and they would giggle, mutter something like “trippy” and follow her dreamily wherever she took them.
She knew that Krista wouldn’t appreciate hearing that however, and she really didn’t want to fight with the brunette about it. Krista had not asked her about hunting or feeding in over a month, and she wasn’t going to bring it up if the brunette didn’t. There seemed to be some kind of unspoken agreement not to bring it up, like if they didn’t talk about it then the issues didn’t exist, and she was more than happy to go on that way if it kept Krista happy.
“It did sometimes,” Chase said finally tightening her hold on Krista’s waist. “But it was a time of freedom and experimentation. I’d lived through two world wars, the great depression and the red scare. The sixties weren’t free of strife, but among the youth there was a release of tension that had been building for decades. People were dedicated to the idea of fun and freedom and finding your bliss. They sought pleasure and followed their instincts and celebrated love instead of hate. I liked that, I understood that philosophy. I like love,” Chase continued rubbing her body against Krista’s as she said the last part.
“Uh huh,” Krista purred enjoying Chase’s full body caress as she thought about the blonde’s answer, trying to imagine Chase frolicking in the mud at Woodstock, or going to bonfires at the beach at night.
“What?” Chase asked wearily as she heard Krista begin to chuckle, wondering what strange thought had amused the younger vampire this time. Krista often got the giggles about the strangest things.
“I just got an image of you in bell-bottoms and a peasant top with a flower in your hair and stars painted on your face at a group sing-a-long in my head,” Krista replied still laughing a little. “Only you had the surliest expression on your face, like you couldn’t believe that you had been reduced to that,” Krista went on beginning to laugh anew. It was just about the most adorable mental image ever.
“Fashion nightmare,” Chase responded shaking her head a little. She had been pretty horrified the first time she’d seen herself in a full hippie get up. She consoled herself by repeating that it was necessary to dress up when going out for dinner. “Even the eighties were better.”
“I bet you loved the big hair and over the top glamour,” Krista teased, she could see Chase in the eighties, hair teased to the max, red lip stick painted on her lips, in a low cut sparkly red dress with a slit up the sides. She wasn’t a huge fan of eighties fashion but she knew instinctively that Chase would have loved the brash fabulousness of the decade, and would have strutted around arrogant and bitchy as could be because she knew she looked good.
“You’re beginning to know me entirely too well,” Chase said playfully though there was an undercurrent of something like surprise and apprehension in her voice as well.
“You’re still an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in a Chinese finger puzzle,” Krista said amicably knowing that Chase did enjoy having a mystique. It was true that she had gotten a much better sense of the blonde over the past few months, but she hadn’t even come close to understanding Chase. There was still so much about the blonde that she didn’t know that she wanted to find out.
“You’re sweet,” Chase said knowing that Krista was humoring her. She meant it though, Krista was sweet, she was a fundamentally decent person and Chase hadn’t met nearly enough of those in her very long life.
“Sweet on you,” Krista replied laughing as Chase swatted at her backside in response, reaching behind her to grasp the blonde’s hand and bringing it up to her mouth to kiss the back of it before nipping at the tips of Chase’s fingertips.
When she released Chase’s hand, Chase stared at her seriously for a long moment and then dipped her head forward and kissed her, but it wasn’t a kiss like their usual kisses. This one was softer, and longer and more intense. They had been sharing more and more kisses and touches and looks like that were like that and it spooked Krista slightly. She knew that it spooked Chase as well, because afterwards they could never quite meet each others eyes for a few moments but at the same time they always held on to each more tightly afterwards.
“Take me out for dinner,” Krista said when Chase pulled away from her lips and put her head back on her shoulder hugging her body to hers.
“Fancy or folksy?” Chase asked. She hoped it was fancy. She did like to dress up.
“Fancy,” Krista replied as Chase’s hand played against her stomach. She knew that Chase liked to dress up.
“I want to do your hair,” Chase mumbled against Krista’s neck.
“Fine,” Krista muttered softly tilting her head back giving Chase better access to her neck. It had annoyed her endlessly back at Marcus’ when Chase would treat her like a living doll and would try to dress her and fix her hair. It had felt territorial at the time like Chase was trying to prove to her who had the power in their relationship. She had also suspected that it had been an excuse for the blonde to touch her inappropriately and see her in various states of undress. Now, however, she found it kind of charming. It was sweeter and more playful that it had been in the past, and it made Chase happy. The blonde would smile and talk cheerfully as she worked and that made Krista happy. If Chase had been born sixty years after she actually was, Krista could have easily pictured her wanting to go to beauty school. She didn’t like to really encourage the blonde too much though lest she never be allowed to pick out an outfit for herself again, but as an occasional treat it was nice.
“Good,” Chase murmured.
“Perfect,” Krista replied not trying to hide her smile.
“Excellent,” Chase shot back.
“Great,” Krista continued playing along.
“Wonderful,” Chase teased back.
Krista laughed and rolled them over so that she was spooning Chase’s back. “Go to sleep.”
“You just couldn’t think of another one,” Chase responded knowingly though she actually was getting tired.
“Sleep,” Krista intoned deeply.
“Sore loser,” Chase murmured.
“You’re fixing to sleep on the couch,” Krista said pointing to the couch in question though her words lost some sway when she kissed the back of Chase’s neck.
“It’s my room,” Chase responded snuggling back into Krista’s embrace.
“Oh yeah,” Krista mumbled into Chase’s hair. “I guess you can stay in the bed then.”
“How considerate of you,” Chase mumbled though a smile touched her lips before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
To be continued ...
Previous chapters:
Prequel - A Brave New World
Welcome to the Fold - Parts 1-3
Welcome to the Fold - Part 4
Welcome to the Fold - Part 5
Author: Janine
Fandom: Blade the Series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: R
Warning: bloodplay, language, rough sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Krista and Chase find themselves spending more and more time together and are slowly being led towards a place that neither of them expected.
Part 6
That Night
Krista tilted her head up and looked towards the ceiling sighing as she realized that she had been staring again. Chase was marching up and down the briefing room as Krista’s team put on the last of their gear and went through weapons checks, inspecting and overseeing everything. Normally Krista would have played a more active role in this procedure, and in the past she had actually gotten quite annoyed with Chase’s hovering, asking the blonde why she put her in charge if she just wanted to do everything herself, but she didn’t mind it so much at the moment. She was having a hard time concentrating and Chase going through the checks kept everyone from noticing how distracted she was.
She was the one who had asked Chase to stay the day, she knew that, but she found herself at loss as to what to say to the blonde when she awoke at sunset with the Chase spooned behind her. The wounds on their bodies had healed so she wasn’t faced with that upon waking up, but there was still a very naked - well half naked – Chase pressed up against her own partially nude body. In a way she found their near nudity worse than actually being naked because it was a reminder that they couldn’t even have been bothered to disrobe properly before ravishing each other.
The most distressing thing for her however, was that despite the fact that she was kind of horrified by what they had done with each other hours before, upon seeing Chase’s body she found that she had the powerful urge to pounce on Chase and fuck her until she lost consciousness again. In fact if Chase hadn’t rolled off of the bed and walked into her closet looking for a shirt that she could wear to her own room since Krista had ruined hers, she was sure that she would have had her mouth on Chase and her hand between her legs within seconds.
They had fallen into some light banter when Chase emerged from her closet and began to get dressed (“You look a little stiff, I didn’t hurt you did I?” “Look at the little kitten acting like a lion. With all the mewling you were doing I thought you might prefer it if I tossed you a ball of yarn.”), which relieved some of Krista’s tension, but once alone - while she showered and got dressed - and as she sat in the meeting room listening to Chase go through the operation one last time she knew that the momentary ease of tension had been just that.
“Krista,” Chase called halting the brunette as she began to exit the room with her team. Krista waved them on and turned to face Chase, watching her for a moment before crossing the small distance over to her.
“Are you straight?” Chase asked seriously, studying the brunette keenly.
“Apparently not,” Krista replied a little smirk coming to her lips despite herself as her eyes fell to Chase’s lips and she licked her own.
“I meant are you thinking straight,” Chase replied though her lips quirked as well at the younger vampires salacious look. “You were quiet during the meeting and barely paid attention during the weapons prep,” she continued the smile fading from her lips as she went back to studying the brunette. “Macro can take them tonight if you’re not up to it.”
Krista opened her mouth to respond flippantly, her first instinct to combat the insinuation that she wasn’t up to doing her job. However, as she considered Chase’s expression she closed her mouth and thought better of her response. There was none of the usual glee in Chase’s expression that was there when she was purposefully goading Krista or trying to provoke her. It seemed that the blonde was genuinely concerned about her.
“I’ll be fine,” Krista said finally looking away momentarily. “I was distracted during the meeting,” she admitted knowing there was no point in denying it, “but I’ll be ready when we get to the site. I’m a professional.”
Chase stared at her for a moment looking almost as if she wanted to question Krista again but finally she just nodded.
“Come back in one piece,” Chase said finally her posture loosening and her voice taking on a more familiar sarcastic tone. “I don’t feel like playing nursemaid. If you get anything chopped or blown off you’ll find yourself in Marta’s tender embrace,” she went on referring to the nurse she had managed to procure for the coven. Marta was good at her job, but she had just about the worst bedside manner ever. Chase had seen her people suffer through all sorts of injuries to avoid seeing the woman, and it had become a joke around the coven to threaten people with Marta – as long as the woman in question was out of ear shot, of course.
“Noted. In that case,” Krista replied smiling slightly, “all my body parts and I will see you when we get back,” she continued watching the blonde thoughtfully for a moment as if trying to come to a decision about something before she finally breathed in deeply and leaned forward awkwardly pressing her lips against Chase’s, the contact stiff and uncertain before she pulled back.
Chase blinked at her when she shifted back and Krista looked away from her. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of blushing anymore but if she was she was certain that she was blushing then.
“You better,” Chase said finally jerking her thumb towards the door though her voice was softer than usual and her other hand reached out to rest on Krista’s hip gently as she spoke. “Go, you’ve haven’t got all night.”
Krista bit her lip in an effort not to smile and nodded curtly before spinning on her heel and heading out the door. Chase watched her go, her shoulders sagging slightly a sigh emerging from her throat once Krista was out of sight.
She still had no idea what they were doing, but it looked like she was going to find out whether she wanted to or not.
Part 7
Three Weeks Later …
Krista ran her fingers over Chase’s back softly, watching as the marks she had made there moments before began to fade, her fingers slowly trailing down the curve of Chase’s torso, before Chase wiggled slightly and Krista couldn’t resist leaning down and nipping at her back lightly.
She loved lying like this with the blonde, the calm of it after the insanity of their lovemaking. While they were having sex there were times that they would be slower and gentler with each other than at other times, but for the most part it was never really gentle. It was hard, and messy, and passionate and all consuming, and just thinking about it made Krista throb with renewed desire, but it was nice afterwards to be able to touch Chase, to lie with her and have it be calm and soothing.
It amazed her really how soothing she found the blonde’s presence. She had tried to fight it when they first met, and again when she had come to Chase’s coven, but she had always had a powerful urge to just collapse into Chase’s embrace.
“What was your favorite decade?” Krista asked softly, kissing the back of Chase’s shoulder.
“This one, because I met you,” Chase responded flippantly, turning her head a little to gaze at Krista who rolled her eyes and bit down on her shoulder harder. Chase purred.
“I’m serious,” Krista mumbled a moment later pressing herself against Chase’s back, wrapping her arms around her waist.
“I was too … a little bit,” Chase replied her tone still light although she did sound more serious than before.
“Am I the best you’ve had in 126 years?” Krista asked knowing she was leaving a door open for Chase to mock the hell out of her, but not comfortable responding to the blonde’s comment another way. She wasn’t stupid or that self-deluded. She knew that what she and Chase were doing was more than sex. They weren’t just co-workers getting each other off occasionally. It would have been much easier for them if they were, she was sure, but it was more than that, they were more than that. Chase meant something to her, and despite the way they joked, she knew that she meant something to Chase as well.
“You’re certainly the most recent,” Chase replied smirking a little before shifting in Krista’s loose embrace so that they were face to face. She then leaned forward and licked the brunette’s chin before kissing it affectionately.
“What was your favorite decade?” Krista asked again as Chase lay her head on her shoulder.
“I liked the 20s,” Chase responded a little smile tugging at her lips. “And the 60s,” added a moment later after thinking about it.
“I can picture you in the twenties,” Krista said smiling. She had already kind of seen Chase in a bob over a year ago and the elder vampire did love to show off her legs and cleavage. Not that Krista was complaining about that in the least. She loved looking at Chase’s legs and cleavage. They were great. “I would’ve thought that the sixties would have annoyed you though.”
Chase was quite for a moment. In a way the sixties did annoy her, but flower children were easy prey and their blood was usually so laced with drugs that you got a pleasant little high if you fed off of them especially after they had just popped a pill or whatever their poison was. Once after attacking a group of young people in a city park one night, she had spent two days in a hallucinogenic haze and had a riveting conversation with a giant hamster in a top hat. The hippies were also really friendly which made hunting so much easier. She had actually taken to telling people that she was going to suck their blood and showed them her fangs, and they would giggle, mutter something like “trippy” and follow her dreamily wherever she took them.
She knew that Krista wouldn’t appreciate hearing that however, and she really didn’t want to fight with the brunette about it. Krista had not asked her about hunting or feeding in over a month, and she wasn’t going to bring it up if the brunette didn’t. There seemed to be some kind of unspoken agreement not to bring it up, like if they didn’t talk about it then the issues didn’t exist, and she was more than happy to go on that way if it kept Krista happy.
“It did sometimes,” Chase said finally tightening her hold on Krista’s waist. “But it was a time of freedom and experimentation. I’d lived through two world wars, the great depression and the red scare. The sixties weren’t free of strife, but among the youth there was a release of tension that had been building for decades. People were dedicated to the idea of fun and freedom and finding your bliss. They sought pleasure and followed their instincts and celebrated love instead of hate. I liked that, I understood that philosophy. I like love,” Chase continued rubbing her body against Krista’s as she said the last part.
“Uh huh,” Krista purred enjoying Chase’s full body caress as she thought about the blonde’s answer, trying to imagine Chase frolicking in the mud at Woodstock, or going to bonfires at the beach at night.
“What?” Chase asked wearily as she heard Krista begin to chuckle, wondering what strange thought had amused the younger vampire this time. Krista often got the giggles about the strangest things.
“I just got an image of you in bell-bottoms and a peasant top with a flower in your hair and stars painted on your face at a group sing-a-long in my head,” Krista replied still laughing a little. “Only you had the surliest expression on your face, like you couldn’t believe that you had been reduced to that,” Krista went on beginning to laugh anew. It was just about the most adorable mental image ever.
“Fashion nightmare,” Chase responded shaking her head a little. She had been pretty horrified the first time she’d seen herself in a full hippie get up. She consoled herself by repeating that it was necessary to dress up when going out for dinner. “Even the eighties were better.”
“I bet you loved the big hair and over the top glamour,” Krista teased, she could see Chase in the eighties, hair teased to the max, red lip stick painted on her lips, in a low cut sparkly red dress with a slit up the sides. She wasn’t a huge fan of eighties fashion but she knew instinctively that Chase would have loved the brash fabulousness of the decade, and would have strutted around arrogant and bitchy as could be because she knew she looked good.
“You’re beginning to know me entirely too well,” Chase said playfully though there was an undercurrent of something like surprise and apprehension in her voice as well.
“You’re still an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in a Chinese finger puzzle,” Krista said amicably knowing that Chase did enjoy having a mystique. It was true that she had gotten a much better sense of the blonde over the past few months, but she hadn’t even come close to understanding Chase. There was still so much about the blonde that she didn’t know that she wanted to find out.
“You’re sweet,” Chase said knowing that Krista was humoring her. She meant it though, Krista was sweet, she was a fundamentally decent person and Chase hadn’t met nearly enough of those in her very long life.
“Sweet on you,” Krista replied laughing as Chase swatted at her backside in response, reaching behind her to grasp the blonde’s hand and bringing it up to her mouth to kiss the back of it before nipping at the tips of Chase’s fingertips.
When she released Chase’s hand, Chase stared at her seriously for a long moment and then dipped her head forward and kissed her, but it wasn’t a kiss like their usual kisses. This one was softer, and longer and more intense. They had been sharing more and more kisses and touches and looks like that were like that and it spooked Krista slightly. She knew that it spooked Chase as well, because afterwards they could never quite meet each others eyes for a few moments but at the same time they always held on to each more tightly afterwards.
“Take me out for dinner,” Krista said when Chase pulled away from her lips and put her head back on her shoulder hugging her body to hers.
“Fancy or folksy?” Chase asked. She hoped it was fancy. She did like to dress up.
“Fancy,” Krista replied as Chase’s hand played against her stomach. She knew that Chase liked to dress up.
“I want to do your hair,” Chase mumbled against Krista’s neck.
“Fine,” Krista muttered softly tilting her head back giving Chase better access to her neck. It had annoyed her endlessly back at Marcus’ when Chase would treat her like a living doll and would try to dress her and fix her hair. It had felt territorial at the time like Chase was trying to prove to her who had the power in their relationship. She had also suspected that it had been an excuse for the blonde to touch her inappropriately and see her in various states of undress. Now, however, she found it kind of charming. It was sweeter and more playful that it had been in the past, and it made Chase happy. The blonde would smile and talk cheerfully as she worked and that made Krista happy. If Chase had been born sixty years after she actually was, Krista could have easily pictured her wanting to go to beauty school. She didn’t like to really encourage the blonde too much though lest she never be allowed to pick out an outfit for herself again, but as an occasional treat it was nice.
“Good,” Chase murmured.
“Perfect,” Krista replied not trying to hide her smile.
“Excellent,” Chase shot back.
“Great,” Krista continued playing along.
“Wonderful,” Chase teased back.
Krista laughed and rolled them over so that she was spooning Chase’s back. “Go to sleep.”
“You just couldn’t think of another one,” Chase responded knowingly though she actually was getting tired.
“Sleep,” Krista intoned deeply.
“Sore loser,” Chase murmured.
“You’re fixing to sleep on the couch,” Krista said pointing to the couch in question though her words lost some sway when she kissed the back of Chase’s neck.
“It’s my room,” Chase responded snuggling back into Krista’s embrace.
“Oh yeah,” Krista mumbled into Chase’s hair. “I guess you can stay in the bed then.”
“How considerate of you,” Chase mumbled though a smile touched her lips before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
To be continued ...
Previous chapters:
Prequel - A Brave New World
Welcome to the Fold - Parts 1-3
Welcome to the Fold - Part 4
Welcome to the Fold - Part 5
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 04:38 pm (UTC)And yeah, she would have the looks that kill if she had to wear bell bottoms and have stars painted on her cheeks.
I also wouldn't have minded Krista joining Chase in the shower. ;-)
no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 03:40 am (UTC)Krista's such a simple soul, no wonder Chase is so confused about why she likes her. This being all affectionate and getting on a 'let Chase get her way' binge is all the more sweet since Krista could and has gotten the better of Chase in the past. Good thing she held out on letting Chase dress her and style her hair until she got some. Have to set the right expectations and limits with the gf even if she's the head of the house.
Anyways, this is all too adorable for words and a total treat. I'm looking forward to some more of the crack soon :D.
Woo!
Date: 2007-04-11 12:45 am (UTC)kick ass chaps :)
no subject
Date: 2007-04-19 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-14 11:11 pm (UTC)