“Hank is in love with this woman, he messed it up and he can’t quite get back to it, but that’s what he wants more than anything else. It’s enormously tricky, but somehow in the casting we got it right. I knew we had it right with David, and then Natascha came along and from the pilot you knew they had something.”- Tom Kapinos, Californication Stars Redefine Chemistry, LA Confidential 2012
by: mldrgrl Rated: PG-13 (language) Summary: Stella has a visitor as she prepares for the big event
The guesthouse was different than the last time Stella had been there. Hank had told her that Karen had the tendency to redecorate on a whim, but there didn’t seem to be one item, bed included, that was the same as before. There had been a blue and white beach theme before and now there was a distinctly Moroccan theme happening - an explosion of jewel tones and silk.
“I’m afraid slash hoping a harem of belly dancers will pop out of the bathroom later and perform the dance of the seven veils,” Hank said, once Karen had left them alone.
“You only need Salome for that,” Stella answered. “Not a harem.”
“Salome can stay home. I need my head.” He sat down on top of the bright turquoise comforter on the bed and gave the fluffy bedclothes a few punches.
“You need to get your things and go back to the big house.”
“I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.”
“Both Hank and Karen are changing in their own ways over the years and I just think they have to believe that they got it right the first time,” said Duchovny. “They have to get back there, get back to the beginning.”
The Detective, The Writer, His Ex, and Their Darling Daughter
by mldrgrl Rating: NC-17 Summary: Continuing in the adventures of Hank and Stella, the unlikely duo spend a weekend in Connecticut…at Karen’s. Note: This will probably not make much sense without reading the rest of the stories in the series. I will add the links to each part at the end of this story.
July was probably the worst time to come to New York, but it fit into both of their schedules. Heat, humidity, summer tourists. All things both Stella and Hank would have rather avoided. They landed at JFK at 8pm EST and waited in the sweltering taxi stand for over half an hour amongst throngs of tired and impatient travelers for a ride into the city. All Stella wanted by the time they arrived at Hank’s loft, was a cool shower and a soft bed.
Stella knew that Hank was tired as well by the simple fact that he made no attempt to invade her shower. She left her hair wet, knowing it would be wild and untamed in the morning, but all she’d wanted was to get the stink of jet fuel and sweat off of her before she headed to bed. Hank had already crashed, sprawled on the bed in his underwear with the sheets kicked away. She slipped on a pair of panties and a loose, cropped camisole and joined him, falling quickly asleep to the metronomic click of the ceiling fan.
That’s always been the key. To me. The key is Hank and Karen and Becca. “When I was considering doing the pilot, I said, ‘I think the pilot’s really funny and it’s the kind of humor that I’d like to try, but what’s the show? You know you’re calling it ‘Californication,’ if it’s just tits and ass, I’m not interested in that.
(They said), ‘It’s about true love and what if you get it right the first time.’ I said, ‘Oh, well I can do that show.’”
by: mldrgrl Rated: PG-13 (language) Summary: Stella has another visitor as she gets ready
Because Stella had spent many years living out of hotels, she prided herself on being an experienced and well-prepared traveler. She could easily forecast for any situation. Even though she only brought one bag with her, not including the garment bag for her dress, it held everything she needed for the weekend. Being organized and compact kept her calm.
Her hair and makeup took very little time. She knew Hank liked when her hair was down with thick curls so that’s what she did. She only wore a little foundation to even the skin tone and hide a few age spots and freckles. A thin swipe of eyeliner and a light dusting of shimmery pale pink shadow brought out the color of her eyes. The lipstick was the hardest choice to make. She brought several shades with her, but couldn’t decide on what the look was she was trying to achieve. She wanted to be more natural than dramatic, but she really couldn’t disregard a deep shade of plum that she just really loved. To make a decision, she would have to finally put on the dress.
Since she was well prepared, the slight wrinkles in the bodice of the dress didn’t bother her. She simply removed it from the bag, hung it on the back of the bathroom door, and plugged in her portable iron. She smoothed the skirt down and inspected it carefully for any hidden flaws while the iron heated up.