Characters: Nita/Kit, Carmela
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Suspicious evidence and Carmela's dirty mind. Also, unbeta'd, though thoroughly proofread.
Author's Note: Written as an inexcusably belated response to and a possibly over-literal mangling of the MyriadWords Livejournal Challenge Prompt 37: Theme: Footsteps in the snow/ suggest where you have been/ point where you were going:/ but where they suddenly vanish/ never dismiss the possibility/ of flight... - The Book of Night With Moon. Pairing: Nita/Kit.
Summary: Carmela follows a trail
Carmela had thought it impossible, an unthinkable progression. They never had, and Kit being Kit, they probably never would, at least, not until they were old and grey and couldn't enjoy it.
But the shoes and socks were by the door and the jackets strewn over the sofa, which would be normal enough, except there was the t-shirt on the divan and the blouse on the floor and the bra, dangling from the doorknob of the first-floor linen closet. The pants had lasted most of the way up the stairs, the cargo shorts just slightly below the fitted jeans, which graced the top step, one leg inside out. Carmela was alarmed, now, but couldn't stop, moving as if compelled to the inside-out boxer shorts pressed up against the wall, to (ohgod) the plain white panties, just outside Kit's bedroom door.
There were no noises in the house.
She paused for a moment, then threw the door open.
The room was empty; the bed was neatly made. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, and with the door open, Carmela could hear faint twitterings from outside. Carmela slowly walked across the room and stuck her head out the open window.
Two pigeons perched on a tree-branch just outside Kit's window, preening each other and cooing. As Carmela stared, she could have sworn one of them turned to give her a dirty look, as if to say, "Do you mind?"
Carmela pulled her head back in, shut the curtains, and rolled her eyes.
"Lovebirds."
Disclaimer: Not mine, making no cash, used without permission, please don't sue.