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"Lazy today, hmm? And you don't even have the excuse of being shitfaced last night. Tsk, tsk, Kittikins." She was enjoying the atmosphere. Aside from the whole being kidnapped thing, this was probably the most relaxing she'd been able to get in... well, in a long while. Over two years she'd known Bo, and her life hadn't exactly been a picnic before then.

This? This was nice.

"No, but I was kept rather busy, if I recall." So demanding, this one!

He could honestly say the same thing. Michael was always complaining about their lack of free time, about being constantly on the road, moving from town to town. Kitt didn't have the same issues with physical exhaustion that Michael had, but his mental exhaustion was just as real. Being here was almost like a vacation. Minus the kidnapping aspects. And his being transformed into a human.

"Oh, pff. You want busy, I'll make you do a full-body one tonight." Before she changed out of her bikini. Smirk.

Anger gone by now, she looked over and watched him, seeing how he was taking all of this, remembering how he'd freaked out the first night.

"Good thing I had that nap." Zing. But a lazy zing. This was nice. The springs. The company. He hadn't moved much since he'd gotten into the pool, but he couldn't see any need to. The water was as nice here as anywhere else.

Other than the fact that she was on the side opposite from him.

"Good thing. Good thing I have oil, too." She smirked over at him, flicking a drop of water with her finger.

"You know, I think I have a journal stalker," she mused, toes still peeping through the water.

"Sounds messy." If she insisted... He opened up one eye, staring over at her. "Oh?" Nothing to be alarmed about - yet.

"Mm, god, no. Just means you can rub into the muscles with less friction and it feels good."

She shrugged. "No idea. I haven't met him yet. But he seems to know everything I've said over the network; including you living with me."

"I'll take your word for it. I don't mind the idea of less work." He stretched, cracking his neck and back. "I'm still sore from last night."

That got more of his attention, enough to make him open his eyes fully, but not enough to prickle any hairs on his neck. "Anyone who bothers to check their journals could figure that out, Kenzi."

"C'mere," she said, lifting her hand and waving him over.

"True enough. I just didn't know anyone was interested in my goings on to pay it any attention."

He eyed her suspiciously. "You're not going to dunk my head under the water or something when I get over there, are you?"

He waded through the water towards her carefully, the displacement making him slow and clumsy, enough so that he kept his eyes cast down towards his feet, even as he spoke.

"New people always attract the attention of the curious." Now that he knew about it, he'd stay aware of it. But he wasn't going to go looking for trouble just yet. He had her back, whatever the case.

He was more worried than he was letting on, but there was no use in worrying her, too.

"No," she says, reaching for his arm and tugging him over. She pulled him down, maneuvering him until he was sitting in front of her between her legs. Her hands began to knead lightly at his shoulders. "Can't have you breaking before I get all I can out of you, hmm?"

Her hands moved over him carefully, not sure about what he liked and didn't yet, figuring it as she went. "True enough. Especially in a place like this. Reminds me of jail, and we're the fresh fish."

Oh. Oh now that was nice. He was just going to close his eyes again and breathe, the better to focus on what she was doing. A moan or two under his breath when she loosened a particularly knotted muscle in his shoulder, all that he could give her by way of response. She'd have him eating out of her hand at this rate. No wonder she liked it so well. If he'd known a neck massage could be so good, he'd have tried harder to win the bet.

"Mmmhmm. Exactly. That. Yes. Right there."

She grinned where he couldn't see it, moving her hands further down the edge of his spine, rubbing slowly with her thumbs. "Think you'll feel good enough for a full body one tonight?"

He'd rather be the one on the receiving end, but he'd make do. "Just make sure you have the oil."

She snickered at that, stopping the rub and sliding her arms around him to give him a squeeze. "Oh, I think I can manage that, carface."

He was like putty in her hands. All good feelings and warm thoughts. He reached up to rest his hands on her arms, holding them there. "Of that I have no doubt."

"You wanna head in now? Or stay out here for a bit longer..." This reminded her of home. Just a little. With less things trying to kill her.

"Hmmm? Oh. What's the time?" He held up his arm, but his watch was missing. Back with his clothes. A quick scan of the sky, as different as it was, told him that a few hours had passed at least.

"We should probably be going, I think. It's getting late, Kenzi." Though he was fine either way.

"Blah blah late. We should probably eat. I'm starving. Hell, I could eat you," she teased, giving his shoulder a bite before moving out from behind him and heading for the edge of the spring.

"How comforting. Shall I get a lock for the privacy screen?" He was pretty sure she hadn't mentioned being a vampire or a werewolf so that was something. But he'd skipped lunch, so the mention of food made him hungry despite himself. He stood to follow her, still moving cautiously through the water.

"Am I supposed to cook for you, too?"

"You'd better not. It's a screen, Kitt-Katt."

She snorted and rolled her eyes, pulling herself out of the pool and standing beside it to wring out her hair. "I think not. I'm not having someone who's never cooked before try to make me something edible. I've cooked before and I can't cook for crap. We'll go back to the pub."

"Apparently one can't be too sure of these things around here."

That was an excellent view. Quite magnificent. Kitt thanks you, Kenzi, from the bottom of his turbines. Because she was wearing a bathing suit. Swimwear. Appropriate attire for the springs. But he was wearing underwear. Boxer-briefs. Not swimwear. And while he appreciated her show, he wasn't quite up to reciprocating. With any luck, she'd be wrapping her hair in the towel and... he'd only brought one towel.

Perfect.

All right. Not a problem. Dignity. At least he wasn't naked in public. He climbed out of the springs, patiently waiting - dripping and shivering, more like - while she finished up with the towel.

She didn't wrap her hair in it, but she did use it to dab the worst of the water from it. Turning around to tease Kitt for only bringing one towel, she paused before she could get the words out. Oh.

Oh damn.

She was staring, but she couldn't quite force herself to stop, hands distractedly still dabbing at her hair.

Not his finest moment. He doubted Michael would stand around waiting like an awkward schoolboy with his arms limply folded after climbing out of a pool. In fact he was sure Michael wouldn't do that. Michael would be dashing, taking control of the situation with ease and without a hint of embarrassment, a smile on his face.

Whereas he was being scrutinized and found wanting. She didn't have to say it. She didn't have to say it. Her look said it all. It bothered him on levels he didn't know he had. He couldn't blame her. He'd been truly amazing as a car. This gangly body he'd been given in replacement couldn't begin to compare.

"Are you finished?" It was as much an accusation as a question as he reached for the damp towel.

She tugged and almost didn't let it go. "No."

"... I mean, yes. Uh huh. Your... uh... clothes are over there." Gangly? She'd slap him if she'd heard the thoughts in his head. As it was, she was just lucky that he didn't seem to notice the actual ogling for what it was. Because that was a whole other level of something she didn't need to add to her current complication.

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