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1 through F › Forever Knight
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
52
Views:
2,479
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Forever Knight, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Distant Clash of Centuries
7. The Distant Clash of Centuries
Kathryn slept deeply and managed to write a few pages and then delete it all before Corey called. That was becoming entirely too common. She wasn't even close to being behind, but she had never had such a hard time coming up with something that worked.
“How were the Invaders?” She asked.
“Well, the lead guitar player was FABULOUS.” Corey said with a little growl that made Kathryn blush. “How was Mr. Stuffy?”
“Oh that's nice.” Kathryn started looking through her closet, finally selecting a dark gray flannel skirt and a hunter green twinset.
“Come on, you can't tell me you didn't notice. He acted like he owned the place as soon as he walked in the door. I'm surprised he waited for you to open it first.” Corey sounded sullen and Kathryn got the impression that she was feeling left out of the loop. “And besides, did you see how old he is?”
“Well he's hardly an escapee from the geriatric ward.” Kathryn laughed softly. “I'm certain he wouldn't just walk in but he can be a little brusque at times. It's just his way.” She sat down and started to use her free hand to experiment with her hair.
“So his way is overbearing and snobby. And you like him why?”
“He's not as bad as that, he's just used to being in charge. I suppose it could be bit off-putting.”
“And you don't mind? I find that hard to believe.”
“Well it isn't that I don't mind exactly. It just feels comfortable for some reason. When it doesn't I let him know.” Kathryn settled on a style that would catch half of her hair in a silver clip. He seemed to prefer it loose anyway.
“I bet that makes you popular.” Corey snorted disdainfully and took a bite of something crunchy.
“He's a grown man Corey, as you so sensitively pointed out. I don't think me expressing an opinion is going to rock the foundations of his world. It is the 21st century after all.”
“Are you sure he knows that? Operas and flowers and 'just talking' all night long, not to mention that letter. What if you had lied to impress him?” She was chewing again.
“Oh sure, I'm going to use something that usually gets me strange looks to try and impress a perfect stranger at a nightclub. That's not even logical, Corey. Besides, some people would consider all of those things romantic and refreshing.” Kathryn glanced at the clock and realized that she had a little over an hour.
“Stalkers do that kind of stuff. Normal people just write their number on a napkin, you call, meet at a bar for a few beers and if you're lucky some hot, sweaty sex. Next time he asks you out just say you have something else planned. If he gets weird you can call the cops.” Kathryn could hear the concern, but she was also very sure that Corey was jealous.
“That napkin thing may work for most people, but it doesn't work for me. And we're going to see Titus Andronicus tonight.”
“Who?” Kathryn could almost see the expression on Corey's face.
“It's not a who really; it's a play by Shakespeare. And Lucien's going to be here in about an hour so I need to get ready.”
“Did he ASK you to the play or TELL you that you were going?” Now Corey sounded pouty.
“Funny, I could have sworn you were the same person who wanted me to fall on my back for him.” It was a good point she made about asking and telling though. She had been annoyed but saying no hadn't even seriously crossed her mind.
“Well, maybe he would still be alright for that, but you know I still don't remember that first night you met him. If I did, maybe I wouldn't have been so excited.” She was crunching on something again.
“I still would be.” Kathryn laughed. “I really really have to go because I still need to shower. I'll call you tomorrow.”
“Alright, night Kat.”
“Night.” She could tell that Corey wasn't happy, but her purpose in life was not to make Corey happy. This was just new, she told herself as she showered quickly. She had always been the one who listened to Corey talk about men she was seeing and then was there to help pick up the pieces when those men left. It was just new to have those roles reversed and it would take some getting used to.
When she was drying her hair her eyes fell on the simple gold cross her mother had given her for her first Communion. She hadn't thought of it in years but now it got her mind spinning. She dressed quickly and started jotting notes before he got there. It made her wonder why ideas didn't come at convenient times.
Kathryn slept deeply and managed to write a few pages and then delete it all before Corey called. That was becoming entirely too common. She wasn't even close to being behind, but she had never had such a hard time coming up with something that worked.
“How were the Invaders?” She asked.
“Well, the lead guitar player was FABULOUS.” Corey said with a little growl that made Kathryn blush. “How was Mr. Stuffy?”
“Oh that's nice.” Kathryn started looking through her closet, finally selecting a dark gray flannel skirt and a hunter green twinset.
“Come on, you can't tell me you didn't notice. He acted like he owned the place as soon as he walked in the door. I'm surprised he waited for you to open it first.” Corey sounded sullen and Kathryn got the impression that she was feeling left out of the loop. “And besides, did you see how old he is?”
“Well he's hardly an escapee from the geriatric ward.” Kathryn laughed softly. “I'm certain he wouldn't just walk in but he can be a little brusque at times. It's just his way.” She sat down and started to use her free hand to experiment with her hair.
“So his way is overbearing and snobby. And you like him why?”
“He's not as bad as that, he's just used to being in charge. I suppose it could be bit off-putting.”
“And you don't mind? I find that hard to believe.”
“Well it isn't that I don't mind exactly. It just feels comfortable for some reason. When it doesn't I let him know.” Kathryn settled on a style that would catch half of her hair in a silver clip. He seemed to prefer it loose anyway.
“I bet that makes you popular.” Corey snorted disdainfully and took a bite of something crunchy.
“He's a grown man Corey, as you so sensitively pointed out. I don't think me expressing an opinion is going to rock the foundations of his world. It is the 21st century after all.”
“Are you sure he knows that? Operas and flowers and 'just talking' all night long, not to mention that letter. What if you had lied to impress him?” She was chewing again.
“Oh sure, I'm going to use something that usually gets me strange looks to try and impress a perfect stranger at a nightclub. That's not even logical, Corey. Besides, some people would consider all of those things romantic and refreshing.” Kathryn glanced at the clock and realized that she had a little over an hour.
“Stalkers do that kind of stuff. Normal people just write their number on a napkin, you call, meet at a bar for a few beers and if you're lucky some hot, sweaty sex. Next time he asks you out just say you have something else planned. If he gets weird you can call the cops.” Kathryn could hear the concern, but she was also very sure that Corey was jealous.
“That napkin thing may work for most people, but it doesn't work for me. And we're going to see Titus Andronicus tonight.”
“Who?” Kathryn could almost see the expression on Corey's face.
“It's not a who really; it's a play by Shakespeare. And Lucien's going to be here in about an hour so I need to get ready.”
“Did he ASK you to the play or TELL you that you were going?” Now Corey sounded pouty.
“Funny, I could have sworn you were the same person who wanted me to fall on my back for him.” It was a good point she made about asking and telling though. She had been annoyed but saying no hadn't even seriously crossed her mind.
“Well, maybe he would still be alright for that, but you know I still don't remember that first night you met him. If I did, maybe I wouldn't have been so excited.” She was crunching on something again.
“I still would be.” Kathryn laughed. “I really really have to go because I still need to shower. I'll call you tomorrow.”
“Alright, night Kat.”
“Night.” She could tell that Corey wasn't happy, but her purpose in life was not to make Corey happy. This was just new, she told herself as she showered quickly. She had always been the one who listened to Corey talk about men she was seeing and then was there to help pick up the pieces when those men left. It was just new to have those roles reversed and it would take some getting used to.
When she was drying her hair her eyes fell on the simple gold cross her mother had given her for her first Communion. She hadn't thought of it in years but now it got her mind spinning. She dressed quickly and started jotting notes before he got there. It made her wonder why ideas didn't come at convenient times.