I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever worn clothes so...er ...let's go with 'well used'. My jeans were ripped, my shirt was outright dirty and I was probably going to have to destroy my shoes when this was over. God knows what they've touched today, after all. Still, for now I suppose I could deal with it. I had too. For the both of us. Maybe I was never going to be the best damn Hunter in the world but I could at least make an effort at surviving this. I was almost sure I'd seen some sort of low-end tourist shop at the end of the block. If anything that would probably have clothing that was cheap and easily used as a disguise. After all, if you lived in the city you sure as hell wouldn't be caught dead wearing and 'I Love Sacrosanct' shirt like those cheap shops sold. Maybe dressing as tourists might actually through Viktor off our trail for awhile and yet I still had no idea where we even planned to go- let alone what we planned to do. Maybe we'd have to go through it in the morning. Tonight had been busy enough. My suggestion that I could easily walk back to the clothing store hardly seemed to thrill Kat in any sense and yet, realistically, we were going to have to take at least some risks or we were going to end up naked and hungry. The first part might not be entirely too bad, not with a body like Kat's to consider. The thought, even now, prompting a faint simper to my lips before Kat suddenly asked how I felt about Chinease.
"Sure, sounds great. I'll eat anything other then tofu or chicken feet."
Anything I didn't have to attempt to cook was, as far as I was concerned, a godsend. Besides- I was hungry. Any further thought on food however was abruptly ended by the sudden feel of her hand on the hard plains of my chest. I'd missed her touch. Hell, I'd missed everything about her, even the way she smelled. That simple sensation of her fingers agianst my skin so easily turned my thoughts to somewhere else. Kat, it seemed, having followed that very consideration as she suggested that shower. Her words neatly interplayed into that tease that prompted my own action. A shower I could work with. Besides, it was probably one of the cleaner places in her. My hand easily fit within her own then, guiding her into that bathroom and toward the shower before Kat turned towards the....very tiny bath. The blue gold of my gaze rested momentarily on the tub before turning back toward her, one eye simply lifting upward in amusement. Did she really want to use the tub? She seemed to drastically reconsider her own desires in that moment as a soft chuckle rose within my own throat. My free hand reached forward then to turn on the water for the shower, water that seemed determined to take its time in warming up. A veritable groan of protest rising with my throat. Kat's teasing words echoed within the space then as she teased my impatience.
"Tonight, darling, my impatience is nothing short of a compliment on how damn much I've missed you."
I tugged her gently towards me then, my lips found her own eagerly, hungrily. I relished in the taste and feel of her. I'd slept with Kat so many times, more than I'd ever slept with any other woman and yet it hardly lessened that desire, that want. Her body was perfection. Each and every part of it alluring to me. I relished in touching her, taking her, holding her- in having her as my own even if that thought was damn near archaic. Here and now I didn't care for political correctness. She was mine and I liked it that way. With that water turned on and heating up my hands dropped to her shirt. My fingers caught the edge of the fabric before I began to gently, smoothly, lift it up and over her head. We were forced to break that kiss for a moment as I pulled that fabric free from her figure before her lips returned to mine with ready eagerness. Where the hell I threw her shirt I have no idea. Kat leaned her head back then as my lips pulled gently back from her own to run down the side of her neck and taste at the skin there. I could feel every hitch in her breath and every moan her body offered me like an instrument to be played. That sound was nothing short of almost painfully arousing. My jeans already feeling far too tight.
Kat tugged at my shirt then, my figure lent away from her own only long enough to pull it off and toss it aside in turn with that need for skin on skin and her fingers loosened my jeans and offered at least some relief to that uncomfortable tightness. Kat shifted back and towards the sink then, lifting herself neatly up onto it, her newfound height allowing her lips to run long my own neck and behind my ear- that singular place prompting my own body to near shudder with those pleasurable sensations. God she always knew what I liked- and where. That singular touch coaxing that groan from my own lips as hers trailed further downward in a pleasurable trail. There was still- far too much clothing in the way. One hand reached for the clasp on her bra then, my fingers undid it with ease before tossing it aside, my hands, this time, coming to rest on her hips before hooking within the waistband of her pants and readily beginning to slide them downward. Her underwear easily caught in that same action before I simply let them both fall to the ground- leaving her entirely bare and entirely my own for the taking.
My lips easily returned to her own then as one hand settled gently upon her left breast, my thumb content to caress that peak into a harder, more prominent point as my free hand came to rest on her right knee. How easy it was to slide my hand smoothly up her thigh and toward that intimate center. That feel off her skin alone was nothing short or arousing before my fingers found those soft folds at the apex of her thighs. My fingers shifted easily, feeling her, offering those smooth, firm caresses in every effort to steal those more prominent moans from her lips as the steam from the growing warmth of that water so finally began to fill the bathroom.
k o h l
so you want to play with magic?