Goddammit!
Beatrid came very close to just screaming in frustration as an all-too-familiar voice came to her from the other side of the door. ARGH! If she'd thought things couldn't get any more retarded, boy, was she wrong! Now she was trapped. Kuro on one side, a naked Hek on the other. This was just...just...so damned ridiculous, she didn't know if she wanted to just scream or burst out laughing. Well, whatever the case, the door was locked and he was on the other side...which meant she was trapped in here with a naked newbie. The naked newbie seemed like her first priority, so she just ignored the voice and went on acting tough and intimidating.
At least, until Kuro mentioned Yones and a rumor and the "new Mordecai" all in one sentence. "What?!"
For one split second she looked away from Hek and toward the door her back was just inches away from. Oooh, she should have known better that to take her eyes off of Hek for even a second. Bad Beatrid, slipping up on her training...well, now she'd quickly learn why you never took your eyes off an eminent threat.
In any case, she soon forgot all about this whole "rumor" bit, because, well...other things forced her to file away that information as currently unimportant.
Warm breath on her ear made her give a jolt, and when she turned her head back around, bam, there was Hek. What the--the--?! Hot?! Holy hells! Eyes narrowing, Beatrid cranked back her fist, about ready to wail into him for invading her personal bubble so closely...while naked...and calling her hot...which was overall just making her feel more and more utterly creeped out--but what he did next was so unexpected, she literally froze. Which was probably a good thing for Hek, because at this point she was also quite ready to put her knee to good use--he was just a wee bit too close for comfort, and dammit, but she wasn't about to take any crap from him, more tolerable than the others or not!
Of course, that was before he...licked her...?
Yeeeah...that had to be the weirdest fucking thing anyone had ever done to her.
And, indeed...it did coax an even darker blush from her, her eyes widening, her face heating, but her body freezing up. What. The. Hell.
She came to soon enough.
"You basta--AH!" That was when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, which was a smart move on his part because she couldn't knee his groin from this angle. Nor could she do much in the way of punching or other bodily harm with her own body all squished up against his and the side of her face pressed up against his bare chest. Um...yeah. This was just a wee bit awkward, considering his chest wasn't the only bare part.
By this point, Beatrid was both pissed off as well as growing increasingly worried. What the hell was he doing?! Dammit! With a growl, she did what she could to slam her fists into his chest, though it was difficult with her so close--it was nigh on impossible to get a good blow in. "Dammit, Hek! Let go!" she ordered, struggling against him and trying her best to push back against him, though her boots did little to gain traction on the now wet tile. Wherever he was lugging her, she was not going. Especially not after that little comment he'd thrown out to Kuro. What? Like bloody hell! When her punches didn't work, she used her nails, digging them into his chest and pinching the skin there as hard as she could, for once in her life cursing the fact that she kept her nails short. "Hek! I mean it! I'm gonna fucking kill you! Don't dick with me, Hek!"
Whatever happened, she was not calling on anyone unless she absolutely had to! No! She was gonna take this little bastard herself!
Seeing as how scratching and punching hadn't worked, she was about ready to start biting him--and not in a kinky way, either; she would tear off skin if she could help it!--but then he suddenly turned her around, still keeping a tight hold on her and pressing against her back. She blinked when she saw the tub looming in front of her, her chest heaving and heart pounding, a small shiver coursing through her as cold water dripped down her chest. What was he...? She wasn't going to let herself find out. With a grunt, she once again began twisting in his grasp, and this time tried to find a good way to elbow him in the gut.
That was when he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
And she didn't have time to register anything more than the fact that, suddenly, she was hurtling toward the bathwater.
A second later, and Beatrid was scrambling to sit up on her knees, drenched from head to boot in the cold, freezing water she'd set up for Hek. She sat up with a sharp, choked gasp, water plastering her bangs to her face and her clothes to her body in a most uncomfortable way, though she was too damned frozen to notice that at the moment! Sputtering and coughing up water that had made it's way up her nose, and shivering like crazy, she reached up with shaking hands to brush her hair out of her eyes.
The first thing she was was Hek, blessedly covered with a towel. But that was the furthest thing from Beatrid's mind at the moment. Ooo...she was going to take that towel and strangle him with it!
A smile crept across her lips, though it didn't look as intimidating this time with her cheeks flushed from cold and embarrassment, and her body quaking and soaked in cold water. In a bath tub. Shaking her head, she rested her hands along the bath tub's rim and tapped her fingers idly against it. Ooo, yeah, he was gonna get it. "Funny. You're a funny guy, Hek, ya know that? Too bad you're gonna die!"
With a grunt, she lunged to her feet--and slipped and fell right back into the water with a yelp, splash, and a very loud curse. Ow. Glaring up at Hek, she yanked off her boots--damned things were filled with water--and instead of tossing them over the side, chucked both of them, one right after the other, at Hek. Aiming, of course, for his head, which was nice and violet and provided a good, clear target. Then she quickly hauled herself up, more carefully this time, stepped over the side of the tub and made a mad--if awkward--dash for the cupboards where the towels were kept. Might as well arm herself.
Sliding to a stop, she wrenched open the cupboard and grabbed a towel, which she quickly shook open. Then, just as quickly, she wound up the towel until it was nice and tight. It wasn't wet yet, but it would do until she could get back around him and dunk it in the tub. Then it would really hurt when she smacked him with it. Still smiling, she held the wound up towel like a weapon--almost like it was a bow and arrow--as she lowered her own body into a defensive stance. "You're goin' down," she announced--and snapped the towel out at him.
Okay, not the scariest "weapon", but...it would do!
...This would be kind of fun...