xp_logs | Friday Night Cuteness

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In which Kitty is abducted from the mansion right out from under everybody's nose.

Kitty had settled down to work in the library, her new laptop open on a desk while she browsed through the bookshelves. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, simply looking.

Jamie stuck his head into the library, saw Kitty, grinned, and walked up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheek. "Hey. You busy?"

Kitty smiled, leaning into his hug. "No, not particularly. What's up?"

He grinned and took a firmer grip on her waist, then swung her up over his shoulder. "You are. And I think I forgot to write a ransom note. Darn."

"Eeep!" she cried out as he lifted her into the air. "Jamie! Feet! Feet on floor! Jamie!"

"Aww, but this is fun. And I told you I was going to carry you off." He shifted her around until she was cradled in his arms, then gave her a quick peck on the nose. "Better?"

"Meh," she pouted slightly, although she smiled at his kiss. "At least let me power down the laptop?"

"Well, okay. But then we're going. I even put your coat in the car already." Jamie lowered her slightly so she could reach the laptop.

Kitty laughed, kicking her feet lightly in the air. A few quick keystrokes saved her work and the computer started powering down. "There, we're good."

"Nifty. Now for my nefarious getaway, captive in tow." He grinned again and headed out of the library, then toward the stairs. "And I bet I just bought myself some extra revenge at the mall tomorrow, but you handed me the line."

Kitty laughed. "I know what you think, but I promise shopping is not a form of revenge. I can come up with much more evil things to do than take you out and get you into nice clothes."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Kitty just smirked. "Now, see, if I told you that would kind of lessen the effectivness, wouldn't it?"

Jamie toed open the door to the garage, maneuvering Kitty carefully through the doorway and setting her down next to the Blazer, engine already running. "Depends on the revenge. Sometimes anticipation is all kinds of effective." He grinned and opened the passenger door.

Feet firmly back on the ground, Kitty ducked into the car. "True enough, but then, I'm a fan of surprise."

Jamie hopped behind the wheel. "Long as it leaves your feet on the floor, you mean?"

That earned a chuckle. "Well, my surprises, then. And besides, aside from the hoisting me over your shoulder thing I've not complained, have I?"

"That's true, you haven't." He smiled. "Which is good, because I'm not going to apologize for you being too cuddly to resist." He pulled the car out of the garage and headed into town. "Guesses on where we're going yet?"

"Well, you said iceskates, but..." she watched the roads for a second, "...But we're definitely not headed towards NYC, so can't be that. And you know you didn't let me grab skates from my room, right?"

"They're in the back with your coat. I planned." Jamie shot Kitty a mysterious grin, and after a few minutes pulled into the parking lot of the Salem Center recreational building; the streetlights in the lot reflected off the dark windows. "Here we are."

Kitty shot him a look. "Well, good planing dear boy, but you do know the rec center closes by ten, right?"

He grinned. "That's the genius part of the plan. See, I know a guy. Well, you know him too, you just don't know he's the guy. Remember Brendan Riley, from the Coffeequake? About six feet, skinny, Dagobah Tech sweatshirt?"

"Hmm, yeah, I remember the shirt, at least."

"Well, we got to talking about such macho manly topics as sappy romantic things we do for our girlfriends, and it turns out his uncle is the janitor here, drives the Zamboni and everything." Jamie produced a key-ring with a flourish. "And in an amazing coincidence, Brendan's uncle also likes peanut butter brownies. So we have the place to ourselves."

It took Kitty a moment to process this, then she laughed. "You bribed the janitor with brownies?"

"Peanut butter brownies, mind you." He grinned. "But basically, yeah. It all comes down to knowing a guy. C'mon."

Kitty hopped out of the car, following Jamie. "Well then, I'm glad you know a guy."

Inside the rec center, Jamie flipped several large switches with a clack, and overhead floodlights revealed a smooth, pristine stretch of ice. He grinned. "You get your skates on, I'll be right back."

Sitting down with a smile, Kitty slipped out of her sneakers and started lacing up her skates. Amazing. Absolutely amazing...

Jamie vanished around a corner, and after a moment soft music began to echo around the empty arena. He reappeared with a smile, sat down, and put on his own skates.

Finishing the ties, she sat and watched him, smiling softly.

After a moment, Jamie gave his last lace a reinforcing yank and stood, a little shakily on the blades, to offer Kitty his arm. "Ready?"

Taking his hand, Kitty stood up, then leaned over to kiss him. "You're amazing. Really."

"Mmm. Inspired, I call it. Even if you do want to mess with my wardrobe."

"You suggested it this time..." With a light tug on his hand she turned towards the ice.

"Hmph. You tricked me into it. All those mental images wearing down my resistance." He grinned. "Don't suppose I could convince you to try on a couple pairs, while we're there? I mean, Doug has leather pants, Angie has leather pants, I'm apparently going to have leather pants . . . you wouldn't want to feel left out."

"I'll think about it," she said, "but no promises. Besides, Angie had this really fantastic idea about you in faded jeans and a leather jacket... I think she likes it better than the leather pants."

"Huh. See, that I could definitely get behind. Leather jackets are cool." He grinned. "Angie thinks it's better than the pants, hmm?"

Kitty made a show of studying her nails. "Hey, I think you always look good, and besides which, I'm the one with the thing for dinner jackets. Not," she added, "that I would ever object to you in leather..."

"Well, I'm completely in your hands. And I will be at the mall tomorrow, too."

"Oh yes? Completely?" She grinned wickedly.

"Always." He returned the grin and sped up slightly. "'Course, you may have to catch me first."

"Hey!" she laughed, speeding up as well. "Not getting away from me that easily."

He turned around, gliding backward across the ice. "Not getting away from you at all. But I hear challenge is good. Don't want you getting a big head just because I'm at your beck and call."

Skating along, she smiled. "Well, I don't know that I can make any promises..."

"Well, you're not gonna have much to brag about in those group bathroom expeditions you girls do if you can't even catch me, are you?" He raised his eyebrows challengingly.

"Is that what you think we do? Clever boy..." As they approached the far end of the rink, Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Turn, Jamie," she said, then shoved sideways, getting around the corner before he did, placing herself in his new path.

Jamie spun around to make the turn, and chuckled as he swept Kitty up and kissed her. "Guess you get to brag after all."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled. "Bragging rights are mine. Excellent." Then she leaned in and kissed him again.

"Oh, you get a lot more than just the bragging rights. There's a whole prize package. It's like a gameshow, only without the weird old hosts who never seem to get any older."

Laughter bubbled out of her. "I'm definitely for the lack of frightening game show hosts."

"Good. Because I could probably find one, but he'd really kill the mood. I don't wanna take time out from kissing you to buy a vowel."

"Mmm, no. That would definitely be a waste of time. And hey, you don't even have to chose between doors one, two, and three. I'm right here."

"Oh, good. I'd hate to win a new car and a trip to Mexico by mistake. I always feel sorry when the contestants end up with the consolation prize."

Kitty kissed him deeply. "Love you," she muttered.

"Love you too."