Scott Pilgrim Comicverse, Kim/Ramona
Summary:  Ramona's kind of a bad person, and Kim hates Scott Pilgrim.

Ramona appears in Kim's doorway, and it only takes a glance for Kim to know this isn't quite going to be a "friendly" visit.

"You shouldn't be here," she says.

"I'm kind of a bad person," Ramona says, and drops her bag on the ground.  "What's your excuse?"

"I hate Scott Pilgrim," Kim says as Ramona climbs into the bed with her.

"Sure."  Ramona curls up against Kim's side and nestles her face into the crook of Kim's neck and breaths in deeply, but doesn't move after that, so maybe Kim was wrong about why she came over.

"Do you want to do something?" Kim asks after a few moments.

"Nnggh," Ramona grunts.

"What was that?"

"Nnnnggghh."

Kim rolls her eyes, then perks up.  "What's that, girl?  Timmy's in the well?"  Ramona pinches her.  "Ouch."

"You're so weird," she says.

"Like you can talk."  Kim tilts her head and looks down at blue hair.  "Seriously, do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh god."  Ramona finally pulls back, just enough so Kim can see her face.  "Not even."

"All right."  She grabs the remote control from the dresser and turns on the TV.

Ramona blinks.  "When'd you get a TV?"

"It's Hollie's.  I took it from her room."

"She let you take it?"

"She tried to say something, but I told her I needed something to drown out the sound of her humping my boyfriend, and she shut her stupid face."

"Hm."  Ramona's looking at the TV, but she does look tired, so Kim turns the volume as low as it can go without being mute.  Soon enough Ramona's asleep, and Kim's trying to develop superhuman hearing and/or psychic powers to figure out what the people on the infomercial are getting so excited about.

The door creaks open, and Joseph pokes his head in.  Kim blinks at him, because she's honestly not sure if she's ever seen him anywhere but his room, the kitchen, or the bathroom.  He looks at them, then looks at the TV.

"What?" Kim asks.  It almost comes out sharp until she remembers Ramona, but she's pretty good at displaying venom in a whisper too.

Joseph is, of course, completely immune.  _{"I can't help but notice we're not recording in here."}

"No, shockingly, as this is my room and not yours, we're not recording," she says, and purposely does not think of the many nights she and Ramona had spent curled up on Joseph's bed like this, with Scott and his bass sitting four feet away.

_{"You two look cozy."}  Joseph would be smirking if his face was capable of any expression besides Annoyed at the World.

"Bite me."  Kim glares at him.  "Oh hey, how's Stephen Stills these days?"

The sound of the door slamming wakes Ramona up, and Kim mentally curses her stupid roommates.  God, it's like Ramona and her exes.  She couldn't find good ones to save her life.

"Wazzat?" Ramona mumbles.

"Just my stupid roommate."

"Hollie?"

"No, the other one."

"Ah."  Ramona snuggles even closer if it were possible, but instead of falling back asleep she begins plucking at the buttons of Kim's shirt.  "That was a nice nap."

"Whatever, you were asleep for like, twenty minutes."

"Then I am twenty minutes more rested than I was...twenty minutes ago."  She pushes the shirt off Kim's shoulders, and pushes her down on the bed at the same time.

"Do you need towels?" Kim asks.  "There's a crazy man on TV selling them super cheap.  Special towels and stuff.  I think it's towels."

"God."  Ramona pauses in fiddling with Kim's bra to stare at her.  "You do this kind of stuff on purpose, I swear you do."

"I'm pretty terrible," she says with a smile, and untucks Ramona's shirt so all will be forgiven.  She needs for this to be light and easy and silly, even.  It's about all she can do.  It's about all Ramona can handle.

"Can I stay over here tonight?" Ramona asks.

Kim hesitates.  "Sure," she says, and before Ramona can ask about the pause, "I don't think Hollie's bringing Jason over, so we should be good."  Ramona accepts the explanation.  In truth Kim had almost said something like, 'As long as you don't kick Scott out and make him crash on my couch again,' but a) that's a really stupid joke and b) sometimes mentioning Scott kills the mood, and she suspects this is one of those times.

"Is Hollie home?" Ramona asks.

"Uh, maybe?  I don't really know.  I think so.  Why?"

"Want to give her a taste of her own medicine?"  Ramona's got an evil grin, and between that and the way she's running her hands over Kim's chest, Kim's starting to get more than a little...excited.

Oh, hell yes.