Those softly offered words, assuring me I had great hands as I moved to fiddle with the taps in order to see to the right bath temperature momentarily caught me off guard, one eye arching gently upwards as I regarded her beneath my mop of unruly, un-brushed bedroom hair. I wasn't even touching her yet and already I had great hands? Hmm, that truly was a compliment. Although one I am entirely assured is true. I did have good hands. I'm entirely egotistical enough to admit to it too. Really though I prefer to think of it as confidence. In this after all, I was entirely confident. In this, those more physical sensations, I knew exactly what I was doing. It was far, far easier than trying to say anything with words. Maybe it was wrong to try and brush past what I'd said tonight. Maybe sex wouldn't fix this but it was a default setting for me I suppose. It was something I was good at doing and some part of me just wanted to have her close again as if I could simply erase the memory of this past hour completely. I felt that smirk tug at my lips again, one hand running through the golden brown of my hair, pushing it out of my eyes as I leant back and away from the tub, sighing in a dramatic fashion as I examined my own hands briefly.

"Would you believe I've never been told that before? I tell it to myself occasionally though."

I grinned once more, teasing softly at her all the same. Another chuckle humming within my throat as I reached forward to begin getting rid of those clothes that were, quite frankly, entirely in the way. Not nearly enough men so appreciated that undressing process. They hurried it, eager to get to what lay beneath those layers and while I was certainly looking forward to just that I had little desire to rush this all the same, my hands content to softly explore the smoothness of her skin and each fine curve of her figure as I flattened my palm against her to slip my fingers down and beneath her jeans. It was easy to loosen them then, along with those perfectly pleasing underwear, allowing them to slip from her form. My hands reached next for her shirt and bra, disposing of those with that same practised ease, the blue gold of my gaze lingering on her body and yet a part of me was making sure, I suppose, that she wasn't hiding any other injuries or bruises or cuts. A soft smile of relief finding its way to my lips all the same as I moved to halt her efforts to reach for me in turn. She knew me entirely to well. She knew where to touch and how to touch it and my entire plan for this morning would come undone completely if she had her way. It was my turn, for now, to be the one in control. Even if I was entirely assured she'd find some way to exact her revenge later on. Getting rid of my own boxer shorts and shirt was decidedly easy, my attention shifted suddenly then to the bathroom floor as if something truly unique had captured my attention. Kat moving to do as I was sure she would and attempt to see it too.

Encouraging Kat to let her guard down was about as easy as trying to bake a cake from scratch. Something I, personally, found endlessly difficult. I hadn't even seen Kat master that yet. Focusing her attention elsewhere though, long enough for me to scoop her up and into my arms was entirely do-able. If there was anything to be said for this entire Hunter nonsense I suppose the inhuman strength was a positive. Lifting Kat was almost effortless, her comment about her supposed weight gain seeing my eyes roll as I moved to step into that tub. It was simply a matter of sitting down then, that hot water utterly blissful and glorious against my skin, the situation only improved by the woman resting against me. The water offering an almost sinful slickness to her skin and mine in turn that took every ounce of my control not to take further advantage off. Men, I am sure, are hopeless creatures, I was already far more enticed by this situation then I truly cared to show and yet it was a rather impossible thing to hide. Kat, I was sure, bound to be aware of it as her head rested against my chest. My request not to move her butt and thereby her lower back, anything that might provide that rather glorious and yet wholly distracting contact seemed lost upon her for a moment, a soft chuckle parting my lips once more as I shifted but slightly against her as if to prove my point. Letting her feel exactly why too much movement on her part was going to distract me entirely given my current state. My words little more than a heated whisper against her ear.

"It's a matter of friction."

This would all be over far too quickly then, my hands moving now to offer their own distraction, quite content to see just what she liked as my hands moved up her back. Not nearly enough men appreciate just how far a massage can go. It can be entirely pleasurable, sexual, both at once and everything in between depending on just how you do it. My thumbs moving to make those smooth circle on her skin and the muscle beneath, working gently until I found just where she seemed to like it best, affording those places a touch more attention before moving on and up her neck, entangling my fingers in her hair at last. The groan I find myself rewarded with is entirely pleasing, my hands making their way back down now, sliding down her back and sides as I leant forward to let my lips take up that trail now. She was gorgeously sensitive, my lips and tongue working gently to lick the water from her skin as she offered her neck more willingly, the effort it took to keep herself still hardly lost upon me and yet I saw no reason to offer her any relief just yet. I feel the goose bumps upon her skin and yet truly I'd barely even started what I intended to do, my lips sliding to her shoulder now as my hands moved to her thighs, massaging them with ease, ignoring that apex between them for several long minutes though brushing closer with each rotation.

My teeth nipped ever so lightly at her skin, stealing her attention upward before allowing my fingers, at last, to dip between her thighs and that most sensitive area, entirely content to see just how easy it might be to bring her undone this way, our positions allowing her little, if any opportunity to reach me in turn and yet for now I hardly minded. My fingers moving to find just how she responded best before subject her to that sensation alone, my lips moving back to her neck now, my free hand resting upon her hip to see keep her against me. An entirely impish simper playing upon m features all the same.

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