I suppose it wasn't the first time I'd been called hopeless and it surely wouldn't be the last, that lopsided grin tugging at my lips all the same as I reached for that wash cloth, setting about this new task rather diligently. After all, next to sex, I am entirely sure cleaning is perhaps my favourite task. Well, that or watching other people clean on my behalf. To actually clean something like the floor would require me to be able to work a mop and that whole bucket and water situation seems complex. I also don't particularly want to do it which really doesn't exactly help me. This however, was something I was more than willing to clean, my appreciation of her body not finished quite yet as I moved to run that cloth along her back, fingers massaging as I did, the water feeling almost too warm and yet in an entirely pleasing sort of way as my body still struggled to come down off that high she had managed to earn from me. My breath still unsteady and yet rapidly recovering. Perk of being a hunter I suppose. I offered her those words in an almost nonchalant sense, as if not truly accepting her to take up the challenge, the blue gold of my eyes rolling as she did. My hopelessness apparently beyond help before I asked after that toast.

Toast I suppose wasn't exactly...romantic and yet was just about the only thing I knew how to cook and even that was an achievement. I mean, it had taken me a week to discover I had a toaster let alone working out how to make it actually toast. I'd burned a loaf of bread before I'd managed to actually manage to toast one to a level the maid assured me was acceptable. Parents teach their kids how to cook I suppose. Isn't that the way it goes? Where else do they learn? Either way it hadn't exactly been a skill my own parents had been keen on passing down. Nor had any of my nannies ever seen fit to afford a boy a cooking lesson. I think my sister could cook...sort of. I saw her grill cheese once. Maybe I just needed to ask the maid. I can hardly keep giving Kat toast forever and yet it looked like I might get away with it tonight all the same. My spreading skills apparently appealing enough to her as I shrugged my shoulders with ease at those almost indulging words.

"I can spread...just about anything."

One eye lifted slightly upward, words entirely teasing as one hand dropped just a little lower to run back along the sensitive inner thigh of the woman, as if making my point entirely clear before that chuckle hummed within my chest once more, leaning back against the bath again. The blue gold of my gaze flicked briefly to her arm, if only to make sure she hadn't gotten it wet in that moment of decided passion. Not that I had any idea what to do if she had. It really just seemed the sort of thing one shouldn't get wet. Even so, I was hardly unwilling to admit that I was happier to have her...clean. The idea that any other men, let alone any other...whatever had been touching her still bothered me to consider. What sort of a vampire goes around licking people? The sooner any hint of the past night was removed from her the better. A part of me, I suppose, having almost archaically wanted to remove any trace off anyone else from her.

Alright, so I was a little possessive. Can I really be blamed? She spends the night running around trying to kill things, that, given the chance, would kill her just as quickly. I'm terrified she won't come home one night and yet for some reason I can't say those things, not out loud. Some part of me worrying she would worry in turn if she knew how long I sat up and waited and worried and maybe that was all it would take- a distraction and some vampire would...I don't know...maul her....whatever it is they do with those teeth. I think, deep down, that was probably where the 'I love you' had come from. As if I just couldn't not say anything anymore. It was the truth, I'd meant it, even if I hadn't meant to say it. I just wanted her to know that I....cared. Kat reached for that cloth then, my lips parting to argue before she gave me that look unique to women that seemed to say not to question her. I sighed readily in defeat, letting her offer me the same, my form tensing slightly as she begun to move lower down to those more tender areas. It was hardly going to take long to have me exactly in that state once more if she kept up with this.

She leant forward then, running her nose against my own, a grin workings it way to my lips before her head laid itself on my shoulder in one of those truly intimate moments we were so rarely afforded- my arms lifting to wrap around her out of instinct. I was about to suggest we make our way out of the bath, god knows how long it will take me to make toast, when those whispered words were uttered. I felt myself still, that strange surge of emotion shifting within me once more, my throat suddenly feeling thick and yet...relief seemed to wash through me all at once. My voice lacking that tease for once, this entirely serious as I moved to meet her gaze.

"You had me worried for a bit there, darling."

I didn't use that term of endearment all that often and yet it fell from my lips now all the same, that smile tugging at my lips again as one hand lowered, tilting her chin up to allow me to steal at least one kiss from her in this intimate moment. I never thought I wanted a woman to say that to me. I'd heard it before of course but hearing it from a silly girl caught up in the moment or confused by my desire for that physical relationship alone was hardly the same thing as wanting to hear it from the woman you loved and had admitted to loving. I never realised too, just how much it would...hurt, I suppose, for her not to say it back right away and yet this- somehow, seemed to make it right again. That relief shifting into what I almost think might have been happiness, my entire form feeling almost warm in that knowledge before I simply moved to brush my lips against her own once more Using that gesture to say perhaps a wealth of words I couldn't find in that moment. Sex it seemed, was always going to be something of a method of communication for us.

"I was fairly sure you did, still, I like hearing that. I like hearing it a lot actually. Come one then, lets get this breakfast going."

I shifted away from her at last, stepping from the bath to offer her my hand, helping her up and onto her feet before reaching to wrap her in that warm white towel, tying my own about my waist before taking her hand once more to stride out and into the kitchen. Most of the world still asleep around us and yet I hardly cared in that moment. I released her hand only long enough to search for bread, taking several slices from that loaf before placing them in the toaster, turning the power on and pushing down that....thing that makes it toast. I turned readily back towards her then with a clear grin. This perhaps the most domestic I had ever been as I paused to wipe those crumbs off my otherwise pristine bench top that I could honestly not stand being anything less then clean. My words almost boyish then as I regarded her. That woman I loved. How strange it was to....consider those words.

"Were you watching that? Did you see how I did something for myself just then? I may be a domestic god yet."



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