Had she been any other women, had I not known her as entirely as well as I did I may have almost been offended by her continuous jabs towards me. I know I will never be a very good Hunter, hell, I am entirely sure whoever did this to me must have either been entirely desperate or else of the opinion that my life as a Hunter of the damned would be remarkably amusing to them- because it sure as hell wasn't amusing to me. I suppose it didn't matter either way and as much as I chose to deny it I was entirely...stuck with it, even if I wasn't willing to actually acknowledge my new form of existence yet. Like I said though, had she been anyone else...well....maybe I would have been less willing to take her critiscm and yet with Kat I knew it was, well, lets call it false. Her answer to any sort of emotional issue is to lash out at the closest target, hell, I can't say I'm much different really and yet I cannot truly remember the last time I was actually angry. I just don't get...mad, it just isn't within me. Maybe that has something to do with my refusal to take anything seriously- or so the therapists say and yet I'm merely more inclined to think that with Kat, well, I suppose I understand. I am never going to be a good Hunter, I know entirely how irritating and frustrating I am and really my nasty little ability allows me to understand that when it comes to me- her desires aren't exactly clear cut. I know she doesn't mean it, not really and I guess I'm willing enough to take it, merely rolling my shoulders in a shrug of sorts at her continued determination to tell me all the things I had done wrong. She can deny it all she might like and maybe I hadn't exactly saved the day, but the last time I checked the reason we were both alive was because of my car. I think that is deserving of praise, her biting words indicating she was highly unlikely to give it to me and perhaps for half a moment her stubbornness almost made me smile.

I truly dislike admitting when I am wrong and I do believe this may well be a trait we share, a soft chuckle emitted from beneath my breath before I merely returned to searching my phone, choosing for now to ignore the words I know she was hoping to receive some sort of retaliation for. How cruel I am, to deny her any further chance to argue with me, attention instead focused upon the issue of her misshapen arm and how best to actually fix it without...hurting her. Maybe that is what makes me a truly appalling hunter. I dislike hurting people, I dislike hurting anyone...it just isn't my thing. Attempting to distract her from that pain however, was a service I was more then willing to provide. Like I said, she can carry on all she likes about the many ways I failed tonight, I know she doesn't mean it, I can hear it in her damn voice that she doesn't mean it- not a single word and yet that is knowledge I am content enough to keep to myself. Hunting is not my skill, my skills are far more inclined towards more...pleasurable things. She had only truly ever let me have entirely what I wanted once and yet that had hardly stopped me from wanting it again...and again and again and yet she seemed to continue- denying me that. I'd been willing enough to give her time, a part of me mildly worried I'd somehow terrified her even with the rather, lets call it 'basic' night together and yet her desires told an entirely different story. She'd run that night I'd offered her more and maybe I don't blame, not really, it's not like relationships are entirely my strong point either and yet there is truly only so long I can wait, only so long I can push and yet retreat all the same in an effort to let her choose, or at least to try and encourage her. Why she didn't want something more then...friends with benefits I hardly know and yet my complete lack of benefits of late is perhaps the reason I am a little less inclined to analyse it.

She hardly likes conversations about it and neither do I- if these fleeting few moments are the only way she will let me show her entirely how much I want every single part of her then, for now, that will have to be enough. She is by far the most frustration, agitating and yet alluring creature I have ever known and maybe for at least one more night I am willing to forgo any answer as to how or why and merely enjoy the taste of her skin, every brush of my lips against her determined to pull her mind only to me and nothing else, gently making my way to her shoulder. I never was good with pain, mine or anyone elses and I suppose by that token I was at least trying to help. Every moan and shudder of her frame however was merely one single step closer to snapping that ever so delicate thread of control I was somehow still clinging to. I suppose I merely had no desire to hurt her, to do anything she truly did not want even despite her part of her body doing exactly as it should beneath my hands, my own breathing perhaps a little heavier then I truly cared to admit before I rolled her shoulder back into place, keeping her pressed against the wall if only to prevent her aiming a rather fantastic right hook at me for my trouble. That tiny whimper however was enough to make me stop, guilt knotting at my stomach as I briefly looked away from her- god I hate that sound, a sigh of sorts forced from my lips as I somehow managed to release her and at least offer to take her home- despite no part of myself actually wanting to do that. Her body is made to be appreciated, why she continues to deny me I never will know and yet the choice was always her own- it always has been.

There are very few times in my life I have been genuinely surprised, this may well in fact be one of them- my frame shifting back to allow Kat to turn away from the wall once more and face myself, her half opened shirt entirely distracting and yet for now the blue gold of my gaze lingered upon her own, waiting for her to tell me to take her home as she always does- my mind already attempting to come up with a series of entirely unattractive thoughts in an effort to get certain parts of myself to.....lets say...relax. Her lips against my own was a shock I was entirely unprepared for, my frame rendered motionless for half a second before instinct seemed to react, returning this gesture willingly, that moan within her voice ending just about any hold I had upon restraining myself as her body seemed to meld itself so perfectly to my own. Fuck it, may in fact be my new favourite phrase, returning that kiss with every bit of almost desperate desire I held. It's been...awhile, lets say longer then I have ever actually gone before and yet- I'd promised a lesson now hadn't I?

I simply moved to shift my own weight forward, pressing her more firmly back against the wall now, hands resting momentarily upon her hips before sliding upwards again, trailing up her sides to capture that tiny clip that held that terrible restrictive bra in place, flicking it loose with far too much practiced ease before sliding it from her, tossing the garment over one shoulder and freeing that part of herself I had been left to merely fantasize about for far too long. One hand merely trailed up to brush against the first of these soft mounds upon her chest, barely gracing over this flesh before withdrawing my lips from her own with a simper that promised far more then what I had been willing to give the first time. Kat is always in control and I think- today, it's mine turn, don't you.

"Turn around and I'll show you something I know how to do very well- trust me."

The first time I had been with her was nothing short of incredible and yet, for her benefit I had been entirely content to keep it....simple and yet really, what good was my 'sexpertise' if I never got to show it off? I merely waited only long enough for her to do as I suggested, to face the wall once more before moving to step up and behind her, hands trailing back up her sides now to dance a teasing pattern across her ribs and up to her chest, caressing each soft swell of her breast before finding those perfect peaks, subject each to the same torment of my fingers before returning my lips to her neck, beginning at her collar bone and bare shoulder before trailing upward as teeth and tongue worked their own pattern upon this sensitive part of herself, relishing the softness of her skin.

"You would be surprised what can be done with just hands, but I'm hardly done just yet."

It was barely a whisper against her skin and air, the young man running the car wash perhaps about to be treated to the most interesting shift he has ever worked and yet he could have turned himself in a rampaging gorilla and I am entirely assured I would hardly have noticed as I let both hands trail at last from her chest, allowing them a moment to recover from the attention I'd offered before letting my fingers catch the button of her jeans. Even from behind her it was hardly difficult to undo them, sliding them easily down over her hips, along with the undergarment that rested beneath them- just enough to allow my hands just as much room as they need, holding her against myself all the same before letting one hand easily find the apex of thighs. I have certainly never touched her here before and yet- I think it's about time she learned entirely what she has been denying herself all the time.....

I do so enjoy this position, she can turn around should she choose of course and yet for at least these few moments the control is entirely my own, Kat forced to take every bit of what I have to give, her own hands at least momentarily prevented from reaching any part of myself as my lips found her neck once more, biting down a little more firmly now- content to punish her for every bit of teasing she has subject me too these past few months, quite content to stop any time she should find herself getting far too close to the satisfaction I am determined to withhold from her for a least a little longer yet- though for how long I can maintain my own control I truly have little idea....



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