Kat, I was certain, was not nearly as concerned about all this as she should be. She seemed to be taking everything in her stride and hell, I admired her for that. Yet that hardly changed the fact we had very little money, a car that I was mostly certain would not be ideal for any sort of long distance driving, no food and no clothes. This was how prisoners of war must have lived. Alright, maybe I hadn't paid that much attention in history. It hadn't exactly been easy. Miss Clayton's legs had been an eternal distraction from the horrors of war the rest of the class had learned about. I suppose it didn't manner now. It hardly prevented me from standing in front of what I was mostly sure was one of the cheapest motels on the planet. This was where people came to die I was certain of it and yet I was determined to at least....try. For Kat, if nothing else- and because in the end being with her was a damn sight better then being without her. My fears for contracting HIV within the hotel room earned little more than a chuckle from Kat herself. At least one of us could find amusement in death I suppose, my own eyes rolling playfully at her all the same. It would always amaze me, I suppose, just how....adaptable she was. To anything really. I'd seen her make the best of a bad situation enough to know she almost excelled at it. Accepting this motel room as easily as she did might have been some of her finest work.
Even despite my efforts not to let that look of....fear linger on my features as she opened the door I was almost certain that it did, to any extent. My insistence that I was putting a lot of faith in the maid service in this place was hardly helped by Kat assuring me that rather...er...unique individual at the front desk very likely had been out maid. That was far more concerning then i cared to truly envisage. His parents must be so proud. I dared to let one blue gold eye examine that room as kat pushed the door open. The interior was....dated at best, those drapes and bed a little sad- and small for that manner. I can't remember the last time I slept in a double. Really the real crime was the belief that two people would comfortably fit in it. Then again, who knew the state of the heating in this place. Maybe Kat and I being closer together might provide needed body heat. See, I could look on the bright side too. I was...trying. Kat strode into the room ahead of me, flashing that teasing smirk with the assurance it wasn't as if i took up much room. My gaze shifted briefly from that displeasing small bed to Kat herself as she strode away from me, the way she moved as enticing as it had ever been before I forced my eyes back to that bed and then to her own as she turned back to face me.
"Darling, it may be time to tell you that you are, in fact, a blanket thief."
It was probably about time she knew what she did in her sleep. Thieving blankets one of her leading criminal charges. It hardly mattered at home in our own bed with its size and the amount of blankets I owned but here...was another manner entirely. Still, I suppose, in the end,as long as she was warm it was all that mattered. I'd survive. I flashed her that ready grin all the same, my own chuckle rising softly in my throat before I moved to shut the door behind us. We were finally alone, after all that time, after so many hours. I was....exhausted. The weight of everything seeming to slam down all at once as I sighed. Christ, how had we gotten so far into this? Was there ever an end in sight? Frankly I had no idea how to explain this tomy company and yet I was going to have to get a message to them somehow or else they were going to presume me missing and send half the bloody police force out looking for me. That- was not exactly going to be conducive to laying low. I'd have to work that one out in the morning. Work wouldn't miss me for a few days. It wasn't exactly unusual for me not to show up for a few days at a time. I still had my phone with me at least- then again I hadn't exactly bought a charger for it. Later. I'd sort it out later. I took another few moments to gather what remained of my thoughts before turning toward Kat again, her name easily on my lips.
Her figure tensed ever so slightly as i stepped towards her, fearing my reaction i suppose and yet here and now nothing else really mattered. At least for just a few moments as I stepped towards her. My hands easily found her waist, tugging her gently towards me before my lips found her own. God I'd missed that taste of her, that feel, that kiss far more...hungry then I'd intended and yet in that moment I simply couldn't get enough of her. I'd missed her far to much for that. I was almost reluctant to pull back and yet that feel of her hands coming to rest on my forearms sawme lean gently away with that lamation that I had no damn idea what to do next. My plan apparently starting and ending with that kiss. Kat insisting we needed new clothes. I glanced briefly down at my own. They were dirtier than I think any outfit i've ever worn has ever been. The jeans were even ripped in several places. Great. Kat was right, we did need new clothing. I frowned slightly, my mind readily turning over everything that had happened in the past few hours like an old video tape forced into reverse.
"About two blocks back there was a tourist store. It probably has clothes. I can walk to it from here. If you sort out food I can probably handle the outfits."
No one would expect me to be walking down any of these streets. Viktor or any of his men unlikely to have come this far out just yet. It should be safe enough for me to make one trip out, right? My thoughts were easily turned away from what sort of clothing a tourist shop might have by the feel of Kat's hand tracing up my chest. Every fibre of my being suddenly attuned to that sensation as if on perfect cue. Hmmm. She'd trained me far to well. Her fingers continued upward only to pause agianst my throat with that sudden insistence she felt dirty. Those very words teasing that crooked, lopsided grin to my features again before I lent abruptly forward to steal another kiss from her.
"Let's see what we have to work with."
The fingers of my right hand knotted smoothly within her own as I moved to step back and head toward the bathroom with Kat tugged softly along behind me. The facilities were hardly ideal and yet it was surprising what I was willing to work with when sex was an option. The shower, at least, was decently big. Fortunate really, since the tub on the other side of the room was so incredibly small I wasn't even sure one person would fit in it, let alone two. Shower it is. I lent forward then to turn on that hot water, that groan of protest before the water began to fall indicating I was surely going to have to leave it for a few moments before it heated up. How fortunate I had a distraction for those few minutes that heat might take to come on. Leaving that water running I turned smoothly back toward Kat then. The...horrors of today seeming to melt to the back of my mind as they so often did when I had something else far more enticing to focus on. My lips easily found her own, that far more notable want having settled firmly into that very gesture as my hands returned to her waist. My fingers, this time, smoothly caught the edge of her shirt as I simply began to slide it up her figure with every intention of slipping it off over he head, my hand content feel every femanine curve and swell of her body as I did.....
k o h l
so you want to play with magic?