It always had been weapons with her. Even from the beginning. They were...arousing to her, somehow, and hell, I might not understand it but I was damn well willing to support it. Weapons were easy enough to make even if I tended to specialise in the more...non-lethal ones and really, she looked sexy holding them. Any of them. Was I supposed to be attracted to a woman holding a gun? Honestly I'm not totally sure, it was never a fetish before but Kat seemed to find a whole new level of sensual when she had something to run her hands over and honestly, who was I to stop her? What sort of man would I be if not one who appreciated her extracurricular hobbies? Besides, a part of me liked how much she seemed to like those things I made all the same. Whether I was talking about weight or draw or pull or lighter materials or further range and faster speeds she was always...interested. Whether that was because she liked the weapons or she liked me I have no idea and yet she was always there to tell me what she thought. To run her hands over it or....me and I liked having her around. I liked her company. I'd always been so independant before Kat and I suppose in some ways I still was and yet, now, I just....liked hearing her move about the house. I liked having someone to sleep beside. I just liked her presence I guess. In a way I never thought I would. I noticed when she was gone. I was more relaxed when she was home. Was this what settling down felt like? God, I never thought i'd even think those words let alone actually like the sound of them.

Maybe it was lucky she offered to shoot me with the dart gun as some sort of test. Honestly, she wouldn't even have to shoot me. She could probably just point the gun itself at me. All I needed to see was the point of that dart- like a needle point- for me to actually surrender. Well. If fainting counted as surrendering. It probably should. Kat new exactly how i felt about needles. Not that I'd needed any since the Hunter thing happened but prior to that it had taken a veritable army of nursing staff to pin me down to give me even a tetanus shot. Normally I was all for being pinned down by nurses, at least the sexy kind, but they....were not sexy and sexy nurses didn't wield needles. God i was getting light-headed at the thought. Kat pouted at me at the suggestion that I really wouldn't make a great test subject if only for that very reason. She was sexy when she pouted though i'm fairly sure she knew that. Hmm. Maybe i could get round two out of her if I tried after all. The thought dancing tantalizingly at the forefront of my mind before Kat declared my state of unconsciousness would at least assure I didn't move when she shot me, my eyes rolling at the idea.

"You wouldn't dare. Besides it might damage my ass. Do you really want it damaged?"

One eye lifted upward as if daring to suggest she did. It was, in my opinion, an exceptional part of my physique and not at all a part of me that should be damaged. In fact, I think anything south of equator was fairly important and probably shouldn't risk being damaged in any fashion. Kat's assurance she could be gentle prompted that soft chuckle from my lips as she lay against me, my finger curling around her hair almost absentmindedly in that post-sex satisfaction. I felt her fingers brush against my thigh and yet I was hardly prepared for her fingers to run over that truly sensitive part of myself. That sharp-intake of breath at even that gentle caress readily echoing through that room, my figure responding almost instantly as that length found an increased firmness at her touch.

"I could probably manage a gentle round two now if you want?"

That cheeky lopsided grin found its way across my lips, that desire to take her all over again readily flaring, Kat reluctantly shifting her hand from me only to take up that gun once more. The woman looking momentarily as if she was going to find something to shoot then and there. The idea off her work, I suppose, reminding me of that mail that had come for her today. She'd never had mail sent here before had she? I suppose I hardly minded I mean hell, it wasn't like she actually ever really went back to her place anymore, she practically lived here as it was. It was almost sensible really. That logical part of my mind failing to make any real connection between her address being my own house in that moment and her lack of ever going back to her own. Honestly my post-sex mind was never really that great, especially not when it was already thinking about more sex. My thoughts, largely focused on what on earth the council wanted. Didn't they have other Hunters? What was that Azrael guy doing? Couldn't he get all this mail? Her promise she was doing local stuff for awhile at least managed to sooth the frown from my face before I gestured haphazardly to the office where i'd left those envelopes, that groan stirred from my lips as she rolled from that bed to slip on a pair of underwear and one of my shirts over the top. The blue gold of my gaze lingering on her figure all the same before she ran those fingers through my hair and she strode from the room and into that office.

I suppose I should probably put something on. I hunted easily for that pair of boxer shorts that had been tossed off and into the void somewhere, my frame easing from that bed then to step into them and pull them up. The sudden sound of Kat gaspin seeing me glance up and into that next room. What on earth about mail could be that shocking? Bad advertisements? Bills?

"Darling, if the bill is that large im sure i can lend you the money, how bad can it be?"

Was it worth gasping over? I somehow doubted it. My mind failing to consider that it was hardly any sort of bill that had caused that reaction. One hand lifted to run easily through my hair then as I wandered from the bedroom and in the study to peer over Kat's shoulder at what she was holding. Whatever it was it.....didn't look like bills. Were those photos of her hunting? My own features frowned slightly, one finger reaching out to shift those photos, my eyes running over those pictures off her with varying supernatural creatures. A part of my stomach tightening at the idea off her being....near them. Several of those photographs then were off her alone on the street until that picture of Kat and I kissing in the doorway of the house rested at the front. What the hell was this? That confusion lingered on my features still as my gaze flicked to that card she was holding in her other hand. Kat seeming almost numb as I reached to take it from her. 'Found you'? Those words came in a rush then. That...stress giving way to...anger I suppose.

"Kat? What...is this? Who the hell sent this? Is someone stalking you? Christ thats my house in that picture!"

I flipped that card over as if somehow expecting someone to have left their phone number on it. As if that's what stalkers did. That panic clear on my features then as I continued staring at those pictures. Whoever had taken them had been...close. Way to close. More than that they'd taken them over a few days....weeks even, Kat wearing something different in nearly all those pictures. My gaze fixating on that photo of us kissing. My mind recognising what I was wearing in the least, that OCD and ADD combination my mind somehow functioned on readily placing that outfit if only because I was well, pretty good at remembering random details like that.

"That was on Sunday last week. I remember that shirt."

One hand lifted to run back through my hair again, my gaze flicking from this photos to Kat and back again.

"Well we need to call the police for a start and some of your Council friends or something too, don't they deal with this....sort of thing?"

I had to be a victim right? Some sort of angry....Were or Vampire or something wanting revenge. Right?



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