This was maybe one of those times I wished I knew what she was actually thinking. The way she threw herself at me was entirely unexpected and yet, I suppose, what else was there to do when you didn't know what to say to a person? A part of me knew she shouldn't have had to wait, that she shouldn't be looking at me like this after I'd just told her I loved her. Ideally she should have said it back, at least, that's how everyone says it's supposed to go, that's why most people stress over saying it for so long because they fear their partner might no return it and I guess, well, neither of us had ever anticipated saying it to begin with. I won't lie though, I surprised when she didn't say it back. Maybe I'd never intended to say it at all and yet I still thought's she'd say, well, something, anything, that hurt more then I think she realised. More then I think she'd ever really know and maybe a tiny part of me really did wonder if she ever would say it. After all, if she never had any intention of it, if she never could bring herself to say it then why were we even doing this? She shouldn't have to think about it, she shouldn't have look at me like she's trying not to explode into tears. Hell- I think she already was crying, trying to wipe her tears on my shirt without my noticing.

So I pretend I didn't. What else could I do? I hated seeing her cry. Hell, crying woman are one thing I don't really know how to handle, let alone Kat- who I don't think I've ever really seen cry and this....this made her cry? What the hell did that mean? I found myself telling her not to worry, that it didn't mater or in the least that I'd wait until she was ready and yet....how long was I really willing to wait for that? Neither of us had ever been good at commitment and there weren't rules for this whole relationship thing. Maybe......maybe Kat was just a little different. Maybe she just needed a little bit more time and I was ok with that. I had to be. Otherwise- well, that brought up an entire wealth of things I had little desire to think about let alone talk about.

The 'I know' she managed to spit out would have to be enough for now, my arms lifting to wrap around her all the same, letting her wipe her eyes on my shirt again before I managed a genuine smile all the same. There was something decidedly pleasing, after all, about holding her close. Maybe she couldn't tell me she loved me, at least, not with words- but that didn't mean it didn't exist and that, well, I was more than alright with that too. My idea of breakfast and a bath, at least, seemed to see that smile return to her features, my own words seeking to return us back to something we both understood, something we were both comfortable with. For now I was happy to simply brush those words aside, letting that tease return to my own voice as I moved to step past her and towards that rather large bath- hands reaching for the tap to find just the right temperature of water.

"I think we can manage that. In fact- I might show you something new tonight. First though, we better get rid of these clothes."

One finger hooked easily then within the hem of her jeans, pulling her abruptly back against me as my lips found her own to steal that kiss from her. God she tasted glorious. I let my fingers then run around the hem of her jeans, flicking that button and zip with a well-practised ease, letting my hands lie flat then to slip beneath and slide them and underwear both down and from her decidedly perfect form. Her skin was flawless as always, the healing powers of Hunters never ceasing to amaze me, that mere feel of her skin beneath my hands entirely arousing.

"Ah, ah, no touching."

Given the chance I was entirely assured I knew just where her hands would go and yet, this time I had a different idea. My hands slide back upward then, entirely content to sweep over her perfectly toned butt all at once, affording it the smallest of squeezes, a chuckle rising in my throat before catching the hem of her shirt to lift it up and carefully over her head- avoiding that injured arm as much as I could. Her bra was far easier, the clasp unclipped with ease and the pleasing undergarment tossed aside. I reached then to turn the water off, one hand dipping within it to make sure it was just as I needed it before reaching for my own shirt and boxer shorts, casting those aside with veritable ease.

"What's that?"

I pointed abruptly to the floor, knowing entirely that Kat would look towards it, stepping forward in the same moment to sweep her abruptly off her feet and into my arms, both eyebrows lifting in a truly teasing manner at so caching her off guard before stepping into that bath. It was easy then, to step into that heated water, easing the both of us down, positioning Kat just as I desired her to be within my lap, my legs either side of her own, letting her lean back against my chest. Hmm, that arm was going to be a problem, surely it couldn't get wet. As long as she left it upon the side though it would surely be alright. That water was heavenly, the slickness it afforded her skin against my own only increasing my arousal entirely to the point I am assured, given her position, she was distinctly aware of it and yet- for now at least it was hardly about me. After all, I'd promised her something new hadn't I? This was one area I was entirely content to take charge in.

"Lay your head back on my chest and Kat? You are not allowed to move your butt at all, you understand? Too much of that and I will become entirely too distracted. Now, let's see how you like this."

Both hands slide then easily from her waist, up her back before resting upon her shoulders, hands readily beginning to massage that soft skin and smooth muscle, working my way steadily, slowly, along her shoulders and up her neck. My wet hands knotted then within her hair, massaging her head with practised ease, quite content to subject her to a different sort of pleasure for several more moments before beginning to work my way down again. Head, neck, shoulders- seeing how relaxed I could bring her to be in that hot, steaming water- lips pressing to her ear as my hands so dipped just a little lower, skating down her sides, thumbs circling now over those muscles as my lips pressed just below her ear in a decidedly slow, steady, downward progression. After all- there are far more ways to show someone you love them then merely saying it, right?



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?