One thing to the Next - Drifter/Clara

[thesteedman]

"I haven't seen weather like this since Twister... and that was a fictional film!" Kay tried to jest with a shout out over the wind, unsure if her words would even get to Clara as she desperately tried to keep behind the protection of her umbrella. It was barely taking the near gale force winds, and Kay took note of how Clara battled to keep it in position, turning her head away from violent stray lashes of wind. It was a shame the car park was situated were it was, as no doubt the other side of the high-rise had protection from the direction of the wind and rain.

As it was, the pair took a beating from both the wind and the rain. Kay was half soaked by the time they managed to fight their way through the front doors of the apartment complex. There was a sigh of relief, though it was soon followed by a bit of laughter from the Canadian as she glanced down at herself. Her coat was sodden, her clothes below clinging onto her skin from the weight of the soaked water. Her rucksack was the only thing that seemed to have gotten away lightly. Though aged and worn it was still fit for purpose and protected her belongings... what little she had within.

"I uhh... I think it's raining a little out there." Kay yelped out, turning to Clara to see she did not fare all that much better. The umbrella provided only so much protection. The howling winds would occasionally rattle the closed door behind them, throwing sprays of rain. Kay ran her hands through her hair, brushing out some of the water. Fortunately her hair dye was able to take heavy rain... one of a few expenses that the LAW covered given they wanted her to retain her image.

Kay looked around the hallway, noticing a few lifts and corridors that led to various apartments. Waiting for Clara to lead the way for the two. She blushed slightly however when a sudden realisation came over her... she didn't actually have a real change of clothes available to her. Within her back was her training gear which... she couldn't exactly put on again given she'd been working out in them... she had a change of underclothes, but apart from that... she had only what she was wearing.

"Umm... you don't... have like... a towel and... a spare T shirt or something do you? I haven't exactly come prepared for that monsoon." Kay whispered, once more becoming a little shy and a little ashamed at having to ask.

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Clara barely heard Kay through the wind and it was hard to disagree. This wasn't normal weather, she told herself...in the middle of also focusing of not giving the wind her umbrella and trying to keep her friend shielded from the water, to limited success, both for Kay and herself.

By the time they reached the complex, the security guard at the desk welcoming visitors practically shoved the 2 in to help them away from the rain, Clara apologizing and thanking the kind man.

She was panting by the time she was inside, and felt her wound throbbing. If she could ask for anything, it would be to just lie down, and not get up for the next week, she felt so tired.

At Kay's joke...Clara practically drowned the rain with her loud laughter. The way the Canadian said it like it was no big deal made it incredibly funny to her.

Both women were sogging wet as they approached the lift, Clara leaving on the 3rd floor of the building, and while in the lift, Kay made sure to ask for a change of clothes and a towel:

"I have both, it's not a problem.", Clara would mention, as they finally exit the lift, approached the Brit's apartment, and with a turn of a key from Clara, finally entered into a place that was almost completely safe from any trace of the rain, besides maybe the loud sound of it.

Clara's entrance led to a small living room with a 2 person couch and a tv in front of it. Slightly to the side was a desk with a laptop and a small chair.

To the left of the entrance was kitchen/dining room, housing a table, two chairs a fridge and other kitchen utensils and shelves. To the right was the toilet with a think and...well, a toilet seat.

Lastly, a hallway in the middle of the living room led to the bedroom. The bed in question stood opposite to a large wardrobe, which was Clara's immediately headed straight for, getting the towel and a Doctor Who t-shirt shaped like a TARDIS to give to Kay as she came back, still dripping from the rain herself: "Here you go!"

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"Thank you! Ooh! Dr. Who. You never said you were a Whovian. I'm... just gonna go into the bathroom is that is alright?" Kay spoke with a smile, glad to be given a fresh T shirt. She gave a good look over Clara's apartment. It wasn't especially large, but it was homely and warm and well maintained. Kay certainly had a task of looking for what Clara claimed to be untidy. The raging storm and howling winds were no more than a whisper and almost ambience, along with light tapping of the rain against reinforced windows. One would think it was just a light rain beyond the apartment, but the soaked women within the apartment knew better.

Kay had already slid her sneakers off, leaving them by the door as not to trape sodden footprints on the ground. She dripped a little from the excess of rain water but little could be done about that. She gathered the towel and fresh T and made her way to the bathroom. The place was quaint enough that it was not hard to find, and already Kay welcome the heat from the radiators that had no trouble warming the place up. Kay gave a nod and a smile to Clara before closing the bathroom door.

There was a weight to her clothes as she slunk them from her shoulders, letting them flop over a rail in an attempt to allow them to dry off. The bathroom was surprisingly spacey and modern, a bath that doubled up as quite a posh little shower, with a smart sink and a toilet. Stripping down out of her jeans, Kay was clad that her thin boyshorts that hugged her pelvis had survived at the sacrifice of her sodden jeans. Her plaid shirt was a loss cause, as was the vest below it. Unbuttoning her top and throwing it aside, she soon removed her vest, knowing she had the privacy of the bathroom.

Wearing little more than boyshorts, Kay began to dry herself, checking her hair in the mirror. Fortunately it did not take long for Kay to dry her hair as it was short. Soon enough she began to slip on the blue tardis T shirt, glancing at herself in the mirror. It was clearly a night T shirt, as it drooped all the way down past her rear, revealing her shapely legs in all their marvel. Kay looked at herself for a little bit... a thought coming to mind as she could not help but bite on her lower tongue.

Slowly she began to lift the T shirt, exposing some of her lower stomach from just above her navel. She slowly began to tie it around and secure the shirt at her side... before she paused, glancing towards the doorway where she knew Clara was just beyond. With a blush she started again, this time lifting the shirt upwards in quite a bold move, exposed near enough all of her midriff before she wrapped and secured the T shirt in place, making it almost light a slightly baggy sports bra. She was about to forget the entire thing and simply wear the T shirt normally, noticing that her cheeks had turned bright red at what she was going to attempt... but something stopped her.

With a deep breath she settled her nerves, choosing to keep the T as it was, leaving most of her body bare to the elements. Soon enough, she was content she was dry enough, but chose to ruffle her hair just a little, making her hairstyle more unkempt yet giving herself quite a seductive look. It was a confidence that was rare in Kay... but being with Clara certainly made her feel a little special about herself. She knew she liked her... It was a wonder if Clara had similar thoughts, but perhaps this was a way to get some kind of clue.

Another deep breathe... and slowly Kay opened the door, walking back into the apartment with a smile as she looked towards her British host.
"Thank you so much. I feel nice and dry! Much better already." Kay whispered, running a hand through the side of her own hair. She had a slightly sheepish if not adorable look upon her face. Her nerves were crying out all kinds of things to her, but she kept her calm.
"So... I don't mean to sound cheeky... but can I have a little tour of the place?" Kay added, shifting her stance, purposely showing off her stunning form.

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"Weeeell...British dorky girl. I kinda feel that's a Whovian on arrival", Clara giggled passing the Doctor Who themed shirt to her friend, Kay leaving for the bathroom to get dressed...

...and in the meantime, Clara decided to do the same, going back to her room and grabbing a t-shirt with a Mimikyu on it, as well as slipping into yoga pants for the sake of modesty in front of her guest. For the time being, she shoved her wet clothes into the laundry bin, making a (unreliable) mental note to put it to dry at the bath after Kay came out. While a little wet, her umbrella saved her from the worst of the torrent, so she could survive a little bit without drying herself off (leaving the heaters on ahead of time was a smart idea on her part). She did, however, take out the rubberband from her hair, her ponytail falling onto Clara's shoudlers and down onto the small of her back.

After that, Clara simply came back to the living room, and turned on the tv, flipping over the channels for less than half a minute before Kay made her way out of the bathroom...

"He-eeeeeeeeey..."

The "e" was definetely held for longer than even she expected as she caught the way Kay was dressed, her eyes drawn to her friend's beautiful figure, clad in the given t-shirt tied up into a almost-a-bra, exposing the Canadian blunette's well-toned stomach. In addition to that, she admired how much the t-shirt accenuated Kay's new blue hair...and as Clara noticed, Katherine definitely did something in the bathroom to her hair to make herself look that much more confident...and that confidence definitely added to the Canadian's appeal.

Clara looked at Kay with hungry eyes for close to half-a-minute, before Kay finally addressed Clara:

"Aaah-uuuum...s-s-s-sure!", the host of the house stood up to showcase her apartment:

"This is well...the living room. Work desk over there where my laptop is located. To the right over here is the kitchen. If you are hungry, I could make us a quick snack...", Clara would explain, before pointing towards the short hallway in the middle of the room, towards the bedroom portion of her house...

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There had been quite a nervous flutter developing in Kay's core the moment she chose to walk out of the bathroom dressed in the manner that she had, but all of the growing fears diminished in an instant the moment she stood before Clara. She felt a bout of nervousness to be sure, but the fear had subsided the moment she caught the look upon Clara's eyes when the British woman glanced upon her. Clara herself was clad in comfortable clothes that no doubt passed for her nightwear, wearing yoga form fitting trousers that ended just below her knees with what looked like a knock off Pikachu T shirt that couldn't have been official merchandise.

With Clara's hair loose, she looked adorable... and the look upon her beautiful features told quite the tale as she eyed the Canadian up and down, her eyes not so subtly glancing down over Kay's athletic form. When the initial shock washed away from Clara's eyes, Kay caught her drinking in her appearance, which only made her fashion a small cheeky smile. Kay's soft skin glistened ever so slightly in the low light, only enhancing the stunning woman's goddess like loo. As requested, Clara gave what became the smallest tour... her place was modest and surprisingly sizable and it only took a few steps to get from one room to another.

"Hmm, that would be nice, but I don't think I'm that hungry right now." Kay spoke when Clara offered to prep up a little snack. Kay made a bit of an effort to stay close to Clara as she guided her, not making contact but clearly testing Clara's personal space just a little. Though still a little nervous herself, she could practically see Clara's heartbeat rapidly increasing, her words stuttering whilst her eyes seemed to trace from her own eyes downwards. Soon enough the two ended up in the last room of her apartment, coming into the bedroom. Kay smiled as she looked around, getting a good feel for Clara's personality from some of her personal belongings before she looked upon her large bed that took up most of the room.

"Oh wow! You've got your own wrestling ring!" Kay spoke in jest upon seeing the size of her bed, giving Clara a playful nudge. "Your place... It's really nice." Kay added, finding it hard to take her eyes of Clara's beautiful face as she spoke to her.

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"Oh God...she noticed me her checking her out! What do I say to that?", Clara, still redfaced while giving the tour, thought to herself, trying her damnest to ignore the situation...at least for now...

And quickly, she realized Kay was doing it on purpose. The Canadian stayed quite close to her, as Clara tried to keep her face away on instinct, shy about the potential writing on her face about what a looker she thought her friend was.

Finally, they arrived to the bedroom:

"Heh...y-yes. I bought this apartment already furnished, and a bigger bed is quite comfortable...", she spoke with a slight stutter, trying to look her friend in the eye, and catching Kay's look of admiration towards her. Her heartbeat was racing, and she looked at Kay with an awkward expression. After 5 seconds of silence, she had to say something:

"Th-th-that is a cool thing you did...w-w-with the shirt I mean...", Clara tried to comment on anything to try and distract Kay from the fact that she was infatuated with her current look...but her words only drew more attention to her look for herself...

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Kay was quietly beginning to feel a panic setting into her core as time passed. Clara seemed to get more nervous within her presence, and Kay wondered if perhaps she made an error and was coming on a little too strong. Clara was barely looking her in the eyes, and was sheepish in nature. Given Kay's current state of dress, or rather undress she realised she may have been making Clara uncomfortable. Perhaps she misread the earlier look and completely misjudged everything. Despite the creeping nerves and embarrassment that threatened to take control, Kay did her best to keep a confident look as the tour came to an end at the bedroom.

There was a moment of silence, it was only a couple of seconds, but it might as well have been entire minutes where neither Clara or Kay said anything. Kay was about to drop the whole thing and probably fall apart right there she felt so stupid. Her lips parted to apologise for making Clara feel awkward when the British girl spoke first, giving compliment to the way Kay currently wore her shirt. Once more her eyes traced over Kay's well tuned yet stunning form, struggling to keep a glance in one place... though what should have been a moment of relief actually turned into a new form of nervousness. She managed a smile, perhaps betraying some of that relief given she practically beamed at Clara's words.

"Heh! Thanks! We can do it with your shirt. I can show you how to do it if you'd like? It's pretty simple." Kay spoke, her words near catching in her throat as she realised that was not what she wanted to say. It seemed her brain was beginning to work against her a little, though the moment she let slip the suggestion she looked to try and cover up her mistake.
"H... how is your head by the way? Looks like the plaster has held up in spite of that storm out there." Kay was quick to follow up, though she realised her confident appearance was slowly beginning to slip as cracks began to show in the armour. The Canadian slid a little closer to Clara, her movement slow and surprisingly methodical.

She ran a finger softly just below where Clara had been cut, using her other hand to brush some dark locks from over her beautiful features.
"It's looking alright." Kay whispered softly, tilting Clara's head gently and looming in to get a good look, though by now she had caught Clara's eyes with her own.
"I think you'll live to fight another day." Kay whispered further, her voice a little more muted. Her own nerves began to settle, though in their place was temptations now that she was within Clara's personal space. She could almost feel the poor girl trembling however within her grasp, she knew Clara was still nervous... and did not want to make her uncomfortable. Perhaps Kay was over thinking things, but she was beginning to believe that perhaps Clara did not want what she thought. A new idea sprang to mind... perhaps something to break the tension and ease Clara's nerves.

"How about we pick up where we left off?" Kay spoke with a playful tone, managing a smile. "I believe your fit enough for battle. Your own personal doctor has cleared you. How about it?" Kay added, though she did not wait for Clara to answer, instead crouching slightly to hook her arms around Clara's rear, lifting her upwards before slamming the girl down on her back into the center of the bed with what otherwise might have been a brutal spine buster if it had not been for the thick mattress! Kay giggled, jumping up afterwards as she landed a soft and mocking elbow drop against Clara to try and imitate a bit of roughhousing.

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Clara would sigh in relief that her sentence would successfully break the silence, Kay suggesting Clara do the same to her shirt, and tie it to her stomach to reveal her abs, something the Brit wasn't sure about doing:

"N-no, it's fine, I think it wouldn't look as good on me...", she said with an awkward smile, scratching the side of her forehead, almost touching her bandage, forgetting it was even there since she had entered her house, something that her friend wanted to check up on a second later, Kay approaching the Brit to analyze her wound, moving her hair around, with her lips right at Clara's eyelevel, the realization of the fact, as well as feeling Kay softly touching her wound deepening the blush on Brit's face.

After Kay was done, their eyes would connect once more. Despite being friendly with each other all day, the rainy athmosphere, the situation with Clara's injury, and Kay's bold demeanor contributed to a bit of awkwardness around the two women. But as their eyes connected, and Kay whispered in a warm, caring manner, Clara felt a weird, comforting warmth with her friend, her nervous demeanor slowly calming down...

And then Kay spoke about continuing where they left off:

"W-wait...what? How will we do tha----waaah!"

Playfully, Kay decided to resume their spar, picking up Clara by her rear, and carefully tossing her on the bed for a spine "buster", before carefully laying an elbow on her stomach in a non-painful way to indicate what she wanted to do:

"Pffft...", the Brit tried to hold her laughter at the situation in: "You are on!", Clara would exclaim, sliding to her knees, and putting her arms in the air, challenging Kay to a test of strength on her bed!

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"Nonsense. I think it would look better on you." Kay teased in response to Clara's reply on the potential shirt adjustment. Kay could see the notion made Clara look a little uncertain, and thus chose not to go further with it. None the less, Kay couldn't help but beam moments later when she saw Clara yelp out after the playful slam. It could have went one of many ways, but the wrestler within Clara burst out from that nervous shell from moments ago. Clara was onto her knees on the center of the bed after the elbow drop against her core, no selling it which made Kay playfully pout.

"Can't believe you just shrugged off my 'Finishing Super Elbow Drop Decent' move of death like that!" Kay yelped, crawling onto the bed slowly, if not a bit seductively. She remained on her knees much like Clara when Kay felt she was in a good position. The Canadian couldn't help but look upon Clara with a playful hungriness present and a devious smile.
"How am I suppose to defeat you when you can just shrug off my most devastating move?" Kay added, lifting her arms upwards to meet Clara's challenge. The smile on the British girl's face and the sudden change of her demeanour gave Kay some new found confidence. Her own nerves were at ease in an instant, and Kay was all too eager to have a tussle with Clara.

Perhaps a little over eagerly, Kay pushed forwards... taking both herself and seemingly Clara off guard as she incidentally fell against her. Clara naturally fell on her back as Kay was on top, the two bouncing a little from the impact against the ever so soft surface of the mattress. Leverage favoured Kay however as she ended up shifting herself to straddle over Clara's hips, pinning her wrists down low by her sides.
"Whoops! Sorry..." Kay yelped out in a giggle. "Wait!... No I'm not!" Kay quickly exclaimed after a brief pause, realising she had such an advantage in the tussle. She firmly forced Clara's arms down to her hips, before tucking her bare thighs against them to pin Clara in place. Her feet soon dug under to be between Clara's thighs and the mattress to further bind her as a little menacing yet adorable giggle escaped from Kay's lips during the process.

She sat up, biting on her lower lip gently, content with where she had Clara as she watched her squirm and struggle below her.
"Gotchya!" Kay cooed, leaning down slightly as she wondered what she should do next. Her heart skipped a beat as an urge to lean down and kiss her was ever present. Given how nervous Clara had been though, she did not want to ruin the moment... plus... she was having fun just playing with her. Still... Kay looked to see how far she could push things a little. She grasped at the base of Clara's T-shirt with Clara trying to free her arms. In a fluid motion she quickly pulled up the Pokémon T-shirt, not too far, but enough to reveal a good portion of her midriff before folding it into her collar. Soon enough she had Clara's top in a similar style to her own.

"Heh! See? You do rock it better than I do..." Kay whispered, able to look upon Clara's form. Kay felt a little underhanded, but a little more comfortable that she was not the only one showing off skin. It was hard to believe there was such strength in Clara as she looked like a beautiful flower of a model. She would dominate the front cover of any magazine out there with her figure, and Kay couldn't help but admire her stunning form.

Biting her lower lip, Kay realised perhaps she should not have done what she had, knowing how uncomfortable Clara had been on the suggestion earlier... however she was quick to try and cover up any mishaps... proceeding to tickle Clara's now exposed sides, clamping down with her legs to try and create a firm vice against the Brit, knowing a good tickle would ease tensions. Part of her clamping her legs down was also on the basis that Clara might buckle if she was really ticklish.
"Maybe this kind of tactic will work against you if my finishing moves won't work." Kay teased, not able to withhold some laughter herself as she couldn't help but enjoy the playful torture of Clara.

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"Mwahahaha...your foolish mortal attacks are no match for my being!", Clara slipped into her GASTER character for a moment as Kay complained in a joking manner about Clara noselling her elbow drop.

Soon enough, Kay would be on the bed with Clara to accept her challenge for a test of strength...with the Blunette coming at Clara with bigger force than she expected! Within a second, Clara's back was flat against her mattress, her wrists trapped at both of her sides by Kay!

Clara pouted in a non-serious manner as Kay got the advantage in the "spar" so soon, even taunting the Brit over the fact, before trapping Clara's arms underneath her thighs.

"Nooooo...let me goooo...", Clara quietly pleaded, all with a smile on her face as she weakly resisted Kay's advance, "unable" to get the blunette off of her for the moment...

As Clara let Kay sit on top of her, the Drifter finally got her wish in fashioning her t-shirt in the same manner as her t-shirt, Clara's face growing red once more as Kay complimented her on the look.

"Th-thank you----!!!", she got out afterwards shyly, before feeling Kay's touch on her exposed sides, proceeding to lightly rub her fingers on them!

"NONONONOSTOPSTOP!!!, Clara resisted the tickle, laughing as she protested, trying to buckle Kay off of her for real this time, only for Kay to force Clara to stay on her back! The blue haired seductress got the Shadow Lord in her trap, leaving her free to torture the Brit!