I suppose not every single one of my sentences is a vocal masterpiece, my realisation in regards to the plastic Christmas tree come stick-in-a-pot perhaps not one of my wisest not most carefully calculated moments, Kat seeing to seize upon it almost instantly with a smile far to wry and a batting of her eyes that was far to obvious and yet undeniably attractive all the same as she demanded being able to pick it. I think I may have managed an eye roll, the sigh that slipped from my lips along with the chuckle the followed the sound of the defeat I already knew I had backed myself into.

"I suppose you can pick it. That does mean a trip to the mall with me though."

One eye lifted slightly at my attempts to seize the situation once more, her disdain for anything that involved shopping a well-known trait of her personality that I will admit I found utterly confusing. Who didn't like shopping? Most of all I suppose, what woman didn't enjoy shopping? The few times I had managed to convince Kat to actually set foot inside the mall she had managed to escape twice, attempt to stab a saleswoman once (she swore she was a vampire although since it was the middle of the day I am inclined to think Kat just did not like her) and the only other remaining time she had managed to find the only store I didn't want to go into and spent half an hour assessing a variety of exercise equipment that I am entirely sure had very little to do with sex and therefore failed to hold my interest at all. I suppose in a way at least, we balance each other out. After all, I don't mind taking the less masculine role every now and then and I am perfectly happy to hold her handbag while she punches someone, after all, I'm not sure all handbags are machine washable and as I have learned, especially of late, blood is very difficult to get out once it dries into clothing. For someone with the ability to see what is about to happen I am entirely surprised Kat actually got into the car, then again, maybe she only actually uses her talent when it comes to fighting, making my own....lets call it.....relationship ambush, a fairly unexpected assault. Yes- I can use fighting metaphors when I try.

I don't truly remember the last time I was nervous speaking to her, women, after all, really don't tend to make me nervous at all- they are one of my favourite things. I suppose the first day I meet her, when she decided to attack that unfortunately unattractive fellow in the park might have been the one and only time I was at least mildly unsettled- after all, I saw what her fists could do and truly I think I deserve a medal for having flirted with her at all, even if she had ben utterly determined to be my friend and nothing more and for a while, hell, I was happy with that. I'd never really had a friend, at least, not a female one and not in the way Kat wanted to be that involved no benefits on the side. Maybe I should get points for persistence too- she's not exactly an easy woman to win over after all and yet, eventually, just being her friend really hadn't been enough. Not after the first time I'd been with her and yet the utter terror my offer seemed to bring about in her had at least seen me back away, at least for a little while, sure that she just needed time I suppose although at this point even I truly had no idea what I was doing. Relationships in any form don't really exist for me, especially not ones that don't involve multiple partners in one night. The look of surprise that touched her face at my mention of very near pacing a hole in her floors every night earned the barest hint of a sigh from myself once more. Had she really no idea at all? Didn't she notice I was awake every time she finally came to bed? Or that all the calls to her house at three and four in the morning were from the same number? For someone observant she can be delightfully oblivious sometimes. Although, I suppose, now she knows why I sleep in until midday at the earliest- I was up all night waiting for her- that should earn me at least another hour now shouldn't it? Before she comes in demanding I get up so we can train, even despite the fact I seem to have failed to make any progress at all.

One hand moves to run through the golden brown of my hair once more, my free hand tapping against the steering wheel in some gesture of discomfort I suppose, my ridiculously busy mind seeming utterly incapable of actually remaining still, resulting in the continued tap of my fingers against the wheel. I don't know why I want more from Kat then what we have, hell, I've never wanted to put a label on anything my entire life but this....I do. I don't know why, I don't even know what label I want I just know that I want us to be...something actually definable because god knows no one expected either of us to get this far. My Mother would be rolling in her grave at the thought of myself with someone life Kat, someone whom did not come from any kind of high society that I knew about and yet if I was going to live forever- why the hell would I want to spend it with one of those women that drink tea out of the china cups that are far too hard to wash and remind me so much of my Mother I think I may have developed issues regarding them. Maybe that was another reason I liked Kat so much- she was nothing like my Mother.

Had I any idea of the thoughts twisting about in her own mind I might have even laughed, at least some of my words earning a smirk from her as I offered them, so oblivious to her own inner turmoil although truthfully I had no idea my own words would make her think half the things she did. Maybe I really don't understand women. She continues to chew on her lip in a way I find both incredibly irritating and yet rather alluring all at once, the hesitation and uncertainty in every line of her body at least making me glad I actually locked the car. Evidently I am capable of learning based on experience if I want something enough to make the effort. I let my eyes drift back to the road, half waiting for her to demand I let her out or at least refuse to talk about it, genuine surprise touching my features as her hand moved to suddenly grip my own, her fingers threading through it in what might be the most affectionate gesture I have ever actually seen her perform...at least outside the bedroom and that single night, pausing at a traffic light once more as the blue gold of my gaze flicked back to her own. It wasn't exactly the answer I expected and for that- I was actually rather grateful, the barest hint of a chuckle managing to slip between my lips at her words. I don't think I could be anyone else if I tried, I like cleaning things far too much to be a normal man and yet her willingness to at least....try, was like the release of a breath I hadn't known I was holding.

"I haven't either, relationships they...aren't my thing, at least they never have been but I want to try and there isn't anyone else I want to try with so..... thank-you."

I'm not really sure your supposed to thank women for agreeing to try the exclusive thing with you, but for the moment it seemed right, her final words earning her the slight quirk of my lips as she assured me there was no one else. There hadn't been anyone else for me either, not for....months now, not since this unfortunate Hunter issue happened.

"That's all I needed to know."

I shifted gears once more, easing away from the traffic light and aiming the car for my place. I've been at Kat's the past few nights- I think it's time my house had a turn and besides- I think I have more vodka then she does.





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so you want to play with magic?