She was already suspicious off me. I could hear it in her voice, I could see it in the way her fingers gripped at that sink behind her just a little more firmly. She probably had right to be really. I enjoyed finding ways to tease her, I liked watching that control unravel if only because she was so controlled all the time that their was something almost arousing about seeing her embrace the heat of the moment. My idle comment about the bathroom and it's décor readily seeming to put her one edge even despite that false casualness I made some effort to employ. It was the ease with which I let that power ensnare her though that seemed to grasp her attention the most- and why wouldn't it? It was designed to play upon her attraction to me, to make her want whatever I had to give with an ever increasing intensity. The power capable of afflicting her even while my hands remained tucked into the pocket of those loose old jeans I only ever wore at home. I could hardly help that simper that found my lips as she seemed to become aware of that touch of that power, small though it was. I'd never tried unleashing it in full and frankly I have no idea what her reaction would be. Don't get me wrong, I love women, but I hardly need half the building banging at my door in some effort to climb all over me. I'd rather die in a far more dramatic fashion then that. Besides- the woman across the hall is at least seventy years old and frankly I've no interest in ever inspiring her to take anything off. If anything she should put more on. That thought hurriedly removed from my mind.

I could see her eyes narrow as I wandered across that room, each step lazy and precise, letting the simple feel of that power embrace her. At least until I heard something hit the floor. A part of me apparently programmed to respond to a bra being dropped. My body turning before even I was exactly aware of it as that blue gold of my gaze found that lacy undergarment strewn across the floor- leaving Kat in just her scorched jeans alone. The sigh of that entirely enough to prompt that rather, well, noticeable physical response from myself I mean I'm not made of stone. Her body was flawless and there was something undeniable sexy about a woman in jeans with no bra. Maybe I had a bit of a thing for it. Ha. Who knew? I'd have to remind her to wear it again. My eyes making no effort not to travel the length of her body almost lazily and take in each curve and swell. I always had appreciated the feminine figure. Kat's far and away one of the most spectacular I'd ever enjoyed and really- I should almost be ashamed of how quickly my attention fell upon her. My mind near forced to remind itself this was my game. Still, well played Kat. Well played. My power turning up just a little then to twist and tangle around her body, stroking at every nerve and reminding her off just that lust I was capable of inspiring.

Not that it was hard. After all. It already existed within her. I was merely stoking those metaphorical flames. I wandered easily closer then, hardly making any effort to touch her even despite how much we both might desire it. My form lifted to sit effortlessly on the sink beside her in a gesture almost boyish. Kat's glare doing little more than prompting that chuckle from within myself. That rich sound echoing within that bathroom space before I offered those further words, my lips pressed to her neck then in those fluttering, teasing kisses if only to draw those glorious sounds from her. That far less polite language managing to slip from my lips all the same because honestly, sometimes, sex wasn't the right word. Sometimes you needed a bit of fucking and the very edge that came with it. Kat turning her head easily to let my lips have all the more access. My form pulling gently away only to shift once more, stepping down to stand in front of her before effortlessly lifting her up and onto that sink in my place. Bringing her to my height with those final words before letting my lips find her own, slipping my tongue against her own to encourage that far more passionate, intimate kiss. Her hands tangled in the depths of my dirty blonde hair, that singular gesture earning that sound of satisfaction from within the depths of my throat. My hands lifted to run along her thighs, to trace those holes in her jeans and touch that heated skin beneath. Kat near moaning against my lips in a way that reminded me exactly how tight these jeans were capable of becoming. God how I remember those days she used to deny me- how I ever survived I've got no idea. That new sort of idea tugging at me then as I pulled slowly back. A headboard. I think we needed a headboard and maybe, for once, to sleep with her somewhere not the bathroom even despite the fact we rarely made it out of the room.

Her fingers felt almost heated on my chest, tracing those lines downward over each hard plain, Kat slipping from that sink then, my mind automatically assuming she was headed for that bedroom. Her lips lifted to my ear as she offered those whispered words. That haze of, well, lust really, making it difficult to process those words before her hand running down that front of my jeans near saw that groan echo from my throat before she was suddenly running, that door shut in her wake with that promise I needed to catch her. God that woman! Demanding some sort of...exercise from me? Then again, really, for her and for sex? I'm pretty sure I can manage it. That amusement finding my lips as I set off after her with every intention of having my way with her one way or the other- maybe both ways really. That smirk finding my lips at my own internal thoughts before I opened that bathroom door. The house decidedly quiet.

"You know I'm going to make you pay for this right?"

Those words were entirely teasing. I knew she could hear me, wherever she was, the blue gold of my gaze cast downwards then at a pair of socks tossed onto the floor. My lip quirking once more at that decidedly sensual trail, my bare feet padding across the marble floor until I found those jeans, what appeared to be her underwear hanging from a lamp within the lounge room. My fingers plucking them from it before tucking them into my back pocket. She had to be in this room then right? God she was naked in this room somewhere. If I had ever had an incentive to play a childhood game then this was surely it. I think I might have actually walked past her the first time. Really, can you blame me? I was bit distracted. The second loop of that lounge room revealing her glorious naked figure hidden on the sofa, those eyes peering almost sheepishly at me. Really I think she went easy on me- I wasn't good at this game to begin with and yet I was hardly about to argue as I came to stand at her head, that headrest between us as I leant over.

"Do I get a prize now?"

I hardly gave her that chance to answer, my lips finding her own again in that somewhat backwards kiss, her bottom lip caught between my own as my hands ran down and across her shoulders, over her collarbone and across her breasts. My thumbs easily found those taut peaks, subjecting them to that soft caress before I leaned away once more. That smirk, this time, entirely devilish and yet I'd told her she'd pay for running away right? It was easy to step to the side of that couch then my arms easily sliding beneath her to hoist her up and into them and yet I hardly let her stay in that almost romantic position. My figure gently shifting her again- tossing her over my shoulder with that ready chuckle. My gaze shifted too eye her rather pleasant behind that I had quite the view off from this position.

"You have a very nice butt- did I ever tell you that? What? I can't hear you down there sadly. Guess you're coming with me now."

Those words were nothing but teasing, another chuckle humming within my throat as I headed for that bedroom- taking with my very attractive 'conquest' with me. Take that, hide-and-seek.




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