He lingers, kind of awkwardly, instead of taking a seat. "Do you want me to do something specific? I don't mind, I know how to do laundry. I even do my own sometimes." Har, har.
"I'm almost done." She puts the last of the load into one of the machines before turning it on and then moves to lever herself up onto one of the dryers.
"They were asleep on the couch when I came in this morning."
That's a good place place for her. He likes that dryer-turned-seat deal, not because he gets to sit in it, but because he can move in, lean against the dryer, and place his arms on either side of Katie's legs, bracketing her in. They fit pretty well together like that, if he says so himself.
He ends up in his favorite spot, of course, fitting right in like a puzzle piece, but his face is one of pure concern rather than anything mischievous. "Was everything okay?"
"I think they just had a rough night." She likes it because it puts them at more even level when she's talking to him, and her hands slide over his in a light touch.
A brow arches. "And you didn't break your face from grinning as hard as I'm sure you were?" He fights to keep a straight face, himself. She sees them both a lot more than he does, so he can't really say or suspect much about them, but he's heard a few comments from her every now and then. Enough to know that she apparently thinks they're cute together.
Okay, now he can't help it. Now he's grinning. "I think he's just kind of shy," he states, reaching for her face. He grasps her chin gently, using his thumb to tug her lip out from between her teeth. None of that. "He's always been sort of private, you know?"
"Really, really private, but he's not...I mean, it's nothing to be ashamed of." She lets him stop her chewing on her lips and then edges herself closer to him on the dryer.
"I mean, I guess I can kind of understand, but we're all friends here..."
Smith hums thoughtfully, running the pad of his thumb across her lip one more time, just because he can. "I don't think he's ashamed or is keeping secrets because he doesn't like us, I think he's just..."
He shakes his head, at a loss for how to explain it.
She should stop smiling like that, it's pretty infectious. Or maybe the kiss was to blame. Either way, he's grinning like a fool. "Exactly."
She leans back and he leans in, chasing her. His arms drop, wrapping around her hips snugly. "I'm a good talker, I think I deserve another one of those."
"You think so?" She's not resisting though, her hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders, but he gets another quick brush of lips to the other corner of his mouth.
"Like what?" He purposely makes himself sound confused, and turns his head away just a fraction so he can make a show of looking around. "Is there a breeze in here?"
There's a brief choked laugh before she catches his chin in her hand and then turns him back to her face her before planting a very light and brief kiss on his lips.
He laughs quietly, then. Got her. "Okay, you promised," he says as he leans in, almost there- and that's when it happens.
Grif's voice sounds awfully loud in the room. "What the hell is going on in here?" He's standing in the doorway, arms spread in a stance that practically screams what the fuck, guys? "Really? In my office?!"
This isn't an office, Grif.
Still, it startles Smith pretty badly and he scrambles backwards, away from the dryer and Jensen so quickly that one would have thought they'd both burned him.
"We were talking and waiting for the laundry to finish so I could put it in the dryer, Mr. Grif." She slips off to her feet just as the washing machine beeps it's done.
"The residents were busy with Dr. Grey so John was just keeping me company down here." And okay maybe a kiss or two, but nothing bad.
Nuh uh. Grif knows every line in the book, and he shoots back, "Talking, huh? I didn't know face-sucking was a considered a dialect of English." Okay, he's not even mad, because it's true. They weren't doing anything bad or super inappropriate (...this time...?), but Grif does so enjoy giving others a hard time.
John stammers out an apology as Grif walks further in to the room. He doesn't usually find himself embarrassed, but there's something about being caught by surprise that's a little mortifying. Smith glances over at Katie with an exaggerated cringe that almost immediately ends up turning in to a sheepish smile. Oops.
"You should be nicer to John, Mr. Grif, he's very good with Caboose, and if he wasn't here, Ms. Kimball might have to reassign you." Katie is just eyeing Grif now.
"He's just messing with you. Come on and let's finish this laundry, though."
"I'm nice!" That is... also sort of true. Nice by Grif Standards. "But just because I'm nice, it doesn't mean I won't get the hose after you two." That's what he needs in here, a hose. For situations like this.
John finds his voice again, too, addressing Grif as he steps back over to Katie so he can assist her. "I'm sorry, really, but I swear your dryer's honor is still safe." There's a pause there, and he gets an idea. He's going to do it. He's totally gonna do it, and he can only pray that Katie doesn't get mad at him for it, but Grif deserves a taste of his own medicine. "The washer, though..."
Grif doesn't expect that sort of sass from Smith, of all people, so when he turns back around to face them with a basket in his arms, his jaw drops. He stares at them, stunned and frozen exactly like that for a moment, before flatly commenting, "I swear to fucking god." Well played, Smith and Jensen. Well played...
Smith holds his poker face about as well as Jensen does. Almost immediately, he's smiling and apologizing, insisting, "I was kidding, really!"
Grif has hit his limit with them, though. Their powers combined are too damn much and two against one is absolutely not fair, so he drops his basket again, freeing up his arms so he can wave the both of them out. "Nope. Both of you get out, your laundry room privileges are suspended for the day."
Smith settles his hands on Katie's shoulders, steering her towards the door from behind as Grif herds them out.
And just so neither of them feels bad about ditching, Grif makes sure to add, "I got the rest of this, seriously. It's not even going to take long."
"We should probably get back to work anyway, until the kids show up." Kids being Leon and Tucker, and she lets John maneuver her out and back up the stairs.
"How does pizza sound tonight?" Because lol, cooking what's that?
"Yeah, probably." His hands stay right where they are even after they're out of the laundry room and marching up the stairs, fingers drumming against her shoulders idly while they walk.
"That sounds fine to me. Anchovies and pineapple, right?" God, no.
He's got weird taste sometimes, but surely this one isn't serious...
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Date: 2016-05-10 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-10 02:22 am (UTC)"They were asleep on the couch when I came in this morning."
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Date: 2016-05-10 02:28 am (UTC)He ends up in his favorite spot, of course, fitting right in like a puzzle piece, but his face is one of pure concern rather than anything mischievous. "Was everything okay?"
Bleeding heart.
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Date: 2016-05-10 02:35 am (UTC)"They were curled up together though."
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Date: 2016-05-10 02:39 am (UTC)Now they're just encouraging her.
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Date: 2016-05-10 02:45 am (UTC)"I think I upset Mr. Simmons, though," chewing on her lower lip. "but Mr. Grif didn't seem to mind."
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Date: 2016-05-10 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-10 03:11 am (UTC)"I mean, I guess I can kind of understand, but we're all friends here..."
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:06 am (UTC)He shakes his head, at a loss for how to explain it.
He's just. Simmons.
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:08 am (UTC)"I know, he's just really...private, like you said." settling back in her seat.
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:37 am (UTC)She leans back and he leans in, chasing her. His arms drop, wrapping around her hips snugly. "I'm a good talker, I think I deserve another one of those."
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:41 am (UTC)"Like that?"
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:49 am (UTC)Shots fired.
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:51 am (UTC)"Better?"
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:57 am (UTC)If he makes himself look pitiful enough, maybe he can get her to feel sorry for him.
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Date: 2016-05-10 04:59 am (UTC)Really.
At least not in a mean way, which makes it better right? Right?
"Okay, okay, come here and I'll make it better."
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:09 am (UTC)Grif's voice sounds awfully loud in the room. "What the hell is going on in here?" He's standing in the doorway, arms spread in a stance that practically screams what the fuck, guys? "Really? In my office?!"
This isn't an office, Grif.
Still, it startles Smith pretty badly and he scrambles backwards, away from the dryer and Jensen so quickly that one would have thought they'd both burned him.
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:11 am (UTC)"The residents were busy with Dr. Grey so John was just keeping me company down here." And okay maybe a kiss or two, but nothing bad.
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:23 am (UTC)John stammers out an apology as Grif walks further in to the room. He doesn't usually find himself embarrassed, but there's something about being caught by surprise that's a little mortifying. Smith glances over at Katie with an exaggerated cringe that almost immediately ends up turning in to a sheepish smile. Oops.
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:26 am (UTC)"He's just messing with you. Come on and let's finish this laundry, though."
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:45 am (UTC)John finds his voice again, too, addressing Grif as he steps back over to Katie so he can assist her. "I'm sorry, really, but I swear your dryer's honor is still safe." There's a pause there, and he gets an idea. He's going to do it. He's totally gonna do it, and he can only pray that Katie doesn't get mad at him for it, but Grif deserves a taste of his own medicine. "The washer, though..."
Grif doesn't expect that sort of sass from Smith, of all people, so when he turns back around to face them with a basket in his arms, his jaw drops. He stares at them, stunned and frozen exactly like that for a moment, before flatly commenting, "I swear to fucking god." Well played, Smith and Jensen. Well played...
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:48 am (UTC)"Y-you..oh my God, your face."
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:27 am (UTC)Grif has hit his limit with them, though. Their powers combined are too damn much and two against one is absolutely not fair, so he drops his basket again, freeing up his arms so he can wave the both of them out. "Nope. Both of you get out, your laundry room privileges are suspended for the day."
Smith settles his hands on Katie's shoulders, steering her towards the door from behind as Grif herds them out.
And just so neither of them feels bad about ditching, Grif makes sure to add, "I got the rest of this, seriously. It's not even going to take long."
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:33 am (UTC)"How does pizza sound tonight?" Because lol, cooking what's that?
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:39 am (UTC)"That sounds fine to me. Anchovies and pineapple, right?" God, no.
He's got weird taste sometimes, but surely this one isn't serious...
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Date: 2016-05-21 03:29 pm (UTC)"Mm on one of them anyway if that's what you want to try."