Ghosts Can Be Perverts Too

Who: Jerilyn, Kavin
Where: Kavin's house
When: Night time

"Kavin, this sucks." Jeri said in a rather annoyed tone. She wasn't wearing anything, but had her arms crossed over her chest and her lower body under the blanket on his bed. "I'm not just saying that as your girlfriend, I'm saying that as your girlfriend who doesn't believe her boobs should be ogled by a pair of supernatural, incorporeal, perverted voyeurs. At least one of which clearly disapproves of what he's seeing." She frowned, eying the ghosts and then glared at them. It didn't help. "Do you suppose he's a Roman Catholic?"

Kavin sighed as he leaned back against the blanket, also not wearing anything and clearly annoyed that his bedroom had become a place where he couldn't even have sex with his girlfriend without her getting stared at by the dead. "We could go in the other room." he told her. "They tend to stay in here. Fuckers."

She pouted. "It'd be one thing if they actually did stay in here all the time, but they don't. And the last thing I want to feel in the middle of getting hot and heavy is the icy hand of death trying to join in or somethin- HEY!" Jeri snapped at the rage-against-the-laundry ghost, who threw a sock in their direction. It - he - ignored her. The other one just watched the entire scene. She supposed it would be funny in that day-time television sort of way if she weren't participating in it. "Don't you have ghost repellent or something?"

There was Kyle who seemed to repel ghosts, but bringing him into the bedroom just didn't seem like a good idea. He sighed. "No. But they stay in here usually. Are you just going to lay there naked and hope they leave?" he questioned, looking around for his boxers and jerking them on. "This blows." he muttered.

Jeri wadded up the sock that had been thrown at her and threw it back - it went through the ghost's head and she felt like she'd gained a minor point for the living when he looked rather surprised at the return. She grabbed her pajama top and pulled it on, and then searched for the pair of girl boxers she was using as a pair of pajama bottoms without leaving the rather helpful blanket. "Have you tried asking them very politely to leave? Maybe that would actually accomplish something with them."

He practically glared at the girl and sighed, then looked at the ghosts. "Could you please leave my room for like an hour or two? I'd like to have some privacy, ya know." The ghosts looked at him as if he were insane, but they did leave. At least one did, the other went into the closet, but he didnt' come back out. Kavin was fairly certain that he wouldn't again. "Well... that's kinda fucked up. That's all it took?"

"Maybe... we should just sort of treat them like your roommates until this, um, situation gets cleared up?" Jeri scratched her head, kind of confused as to the fact that it actually worked. "Y'know, stop talking like they're not there? Maybe they just wanted some attention." Well, that's what Furball did. Made a pest of himself until he got attention, and then calmed down again. Of course, Jerilyn had just compared the emotional states of two ghosts to a guinea pig so that was probably going to backfire on her in some way in the future.

"Maybe." he said, rolling over and pulling the blanket up a bit, just above his waist. He draped an arm over her body and ran his fingers up her side. "So, yeah, didn't mean for you to flash a couple ghosts." he teased.

"I think Closetghost is more traumatized then I am, but still..." Jeri grumbled, but she definitely relaxed some at the touch, kind of cuddling up against him. "Do you suppose one would want to come with me to work and chill the whipping cream by sticking its hands into it?"

"Maybe." he smiled, leaning in to press his lips lightly against her cheek and then moving his lips to hers for a quick moment. "But, they're gone for now." he pointed out.

"True." Jeri mused, trying to decide if she could get in the mood again. "...okay, but only if you close the closet door."

He smiled and nodded, pressing another little kiss against her lips then crawling over the girl to get to the other side of the bed and then off of it to the closet door. He shut the closet door and returned to the bed. "There. Closed." he assured her.

"Yup." She agreed, and gave him a kiss. "Want to make good use of our mere hour?"

"Mhm..." he smiled, kissing her again and moving his lips to her neck and kissing there too. "Better get started if that's all the time I get." he teased.