I'm impossible am I? Hmm, it's not entirely the first time I think I've heard that, Kat hardly the first women to throw her hands in the air. Actually that may have been my second grade teacher when I refused to participate in the schools baseball time because it was a crime against baseballs. Alright so maybe I just didn't want to get flighty charging around a field jumping from unsanitary base to unsanitary base and it was far easier to hid my own derision for such a ridiculous event by turning it into a political movement that I was entirely surprised other members of the class actually adopted. It was probably the first time I learned entirely how powerful words could be- and entirely how charming I could be when I wanted something, or wanted not to do it. My doctors seemed to believe this was a cry for attention from parents who wouldn't know if I was alive or not and yet as far as I am concerned it was merely a more elaborate effort to be excused for physical education. If asked however I suppose I may have been willing to concede my doctors might have been right, I did begin to learn avoidance strategies at a startlingly young age. I learned to avoid them, the doctors themselves. I never did trust anyone in a white coat after that, in fact that may be my version of whole. That or cracked concrete. The sudden low tone to Kat's voice was at least mildly surprising, her temper a little hotter then I had truly given it credit for in this situation and really once more I am half given to admire the manner in which women can so quickly become annoyed. I knew where the temper came from, I knew why she was angry and yet for now at least I simply chose to humour her with it despite the slight sting the words actually held, my own voice remarkably calm considering.

"You know that isn't true, I also have no idea why I have this power anymore then you have yours, I didn't exactly get to choose- don't turn this into something it doesn't have to be Kat."

Did she want to hear my real answer to that? I don't think so. I'd asked her for something more, months ago now, I'd told her I'd at least be willing to try, to be with just her and no one else and really, for words like that to pass my lips I must have been damn serious because it may well be the only time I've ever asked that of any woman. I had, to a certain extent, probably anticipated her answer, her ability to commit was about as good as my own, both of us seeming to share this rather fabulous fear. I'd been willing enough to give her time, I still was, I could survive without getting laid for awhile as entirely remarkable as that sounds and I suppose, for her, well....I was willing enough to wait- but for how long did she truly want me too? Other women are always going to exist and maybe I've never met another yet that I have nearly as much interest and maybe I never will- but I'd asked Kat for something more, I'd given her that chance and she still told me know, told me she wanted nothing from me and while I am entirely sure she was lying the matter remains the same. If she wasn't interested what would it matter what I did with anyone other woman? She would hardly have the right to judge. She told me no. If I wanted five women in my bed she could hardly stop me, at least not in the moral sense (I'm entirely sure she could punch me and that would end rather a few things) and yet the matter remains the same. We have no...definition, no lines or boundaries to whatever this thing we have is, hell, anything I ever do with any other women has fallen to less then half of what my usual activities had been, if any at all- because I'm almost always with her, because I live at her house almost as much as she lives at mine and like I said, I'm not interested in anyone else. Though I am rather sure if she didn't care, if she truly wanted nothing from me she would hardly be threatening to cry now.

"I stopped a Leopard from attacking you, I had a phone that actually gave us enough light in that dumpster to see, I ran a wolf over with a car and I got both of us out of there. I'd like to think I contributed a little."

I think I may have even managed a chuckle of sorts despite the hiss in her own tone, refusing to be mad with her, refusing to get angry about it. I really don't do....angry, it isn't an emotion I'm particularly good at. Frustrated maybe, god knows she drives me to insanity and yet I'd rather be frustrated with her then without her. It stopped being about just sex.....a long time ago. Don't get me wrong, it's still my favourite thing but....so is being with her- because the thought of being without is terrifying, because I lie awake at night waiting for her to come home and I have never thought that much about another person, never actually cared so much I end up pacing the floors or ringing her house just to make sure she actually came home before I can sleep at night and that kind of, hell, I don't even know what...emotion? Feeling? Is something I've never had before, the barest hint of a smirk tracing my lips at the rather astounding realisation that well.....I think I knew exactly what I felt though it is hardly a word I'm going to say out loud. Attempting to google at least an image of her injury managed to rather thankfully distract my mind from any other snarky comments she may have been attempting to make. I have no idea how to fix a relocated shoulder or whatever she called it and maybe she is frustrated with me, but I have no intention of accidentally doing it wrong, really she should be praising my ability to actually research and since when did she ever stop trusting me? Hmm, it seems we may need to fix that.

The knife slide through her shirt easier then I had even anticipated and really she should be rather impressed I had actually just managed to open and use a knife without disaster, so many hours spent watching her marvel over her own however had evidently paid off in some regard, even if I hadn't been entirely aware I'd learned it myself, her breathing hitching slightly. She can pretend all she likes, she can get as frustrated and mad and furious with me as she wants but I hardly need my power to bring about this reaction from her and in that.....should be her answer entirely. If I can make her feel anything at all without cheating then I'm damn well sure that means something. One hand moved to trail loosely up her side, fingers brushing the rim of that very obstructing bra as Kat moved to press back against the wall, her voice little more then a whisper that seemed entirely to hold a dare within it. Really? After all this time and she still saw fit to dare, as if she truly believed that would ever stop me. Maybe it was a public car wash, but this late at night it was hardly a buzzing hive of activity and maybe exhibitionism isn't exactly my thing under normal circumstances- but I might be willing to make exceptions. The wall does look rather sturdy after all. I moved to step back ever so slightly, fingers pulled back from the warmth of her skin.

"Turn around."

It was perhaps not exactly the response she'd been expecting, one eye lifting all the same in clear expectation, one finger lifting to make a twirling motion in the air, waiting for her to do just as I asked.

"Trust me, Kat, that is all I am asking. Turn around."

Did she really think I'd leave her with a.....dis-angled shoulder? Did she really think there was any other women I had ever wanted? I waited for her to turn as I asked, moving to step behind her now, careful to avoid her injured arm, hands moving to rest gently upon her hips before I ever so easily brought my lips to the side of her neck, gracing that smooth, warm flesh, revelling in the taste of it as one hand continues to slide up her side in time with that slow and torturous teasing against her neck. It was a distraction, bringing every single one of her thoughts onto exactly what I was doing and nothing else until that wandering hand reached her injured shoulder, fingers trailing a loose and easy pattern against her skin there, stepping forward, pressing her against the wall now as my teeth merely moved to bite at that soft part of her ear lobe that has always made her writhe, my other hand held more firmly upon her hip, thumb tracing the waistband of her jeans now, my own voice lower, huskier then normal.

"You should know entirely by now not to dare me Kat, besides, when done the right way a public place can be a rather- incredible. Anyone watching right now would be lucky even to see a glimpse of your body, let alone to try and imagine how perfect it truly is to touch- or all the things I would love to do to you."

I simply let my lips return to her neck, trailing lower, fingers dipping ever so slightly into the waistband of her jeans now, waiting for her breathing to quicken and for her mind to focus entirely on every part of me save for the hand holding her shoulder- before using the wall as the exact leverage I needed, leaning against her, pressing her into it now in the same moment as my hand seized her shoulder and pulled back, feeling it roll before locking right back into place. It may also be the most unromantic move I have ever performed, though I was assured hunter healing would stop any pain she felt, hazed already by whatever pleasure I had at least attempted to bring, a part of myself very near dying to get rid of her jeans and let my hand trail lower and lower down her limbs and towards that apex, if only to see just how ready she may have been for me to carry on with that distraction. As It was I merely held her a moment, smiling softly against the skin of her neck, making sure she didn't move to suddenly while her shoulder recovered and whatever pain she felt faded- letting her breath, else waiting for her to push me away as I was sure she would even despite every part of myself hardly willing to let her go, words spoke softly against the side of her neck once more.

"I spend every other day learning your lessons, I really think it's time I gave you another of mine."

I think I may have managed a sigh, exacting every bit of strength I possessed as a man to force the next words softly from my lips.

"-but if you'd rather go home, then you only have to say it and I'll take you. Tell me what you want, Kat."


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