I'm not entirely sure Kat could have taken my shirt faster, not that I blame her I suppose. She went further then I truly expected from her tonight and while I am by no means complaining I suppose I could have taken it a little slower, what can I say? I get a little carried away, especially when it comes to her. Maybe it was a little intense for only her second time and yet....is it wrong that I only want to do it again? That I want to show her exactly what else can be done with parts of her body I am not entirely sure she has ever considered using in certain ways and yet are surely being wasted through her lack of experimentation? If I have to learn how to hunt I see no reason why I can't teach my own lessons in turn. After all, they are significantly more...pleasurable now aren't they? I suppose I expected a little....surprise from the woman once she actually returned to her senses and yet truly to find that within Kat exists a being entirely capable of letting go is pleasing. She is always in control, she always has a plan and to see her come undone is as beautiful as it is intoxicating. To be honest I still find it almost unbelievable that this had been her second time. Her body was made to be appreciated and I as entirely sure I was never going to get tired of it. For now however- the panic she seemed to be rapidly descending into I might admit to having me mildly concerned- I don't have any doubt about my performance (honestly I have never had a single complaint), more so I am worried that maybe I pushed her just a little bit to far- pulling her gently against myself all the same to find her lips once more, even if only to remind her that I was hardly going anywhere.

The almost breathless whisper she seemed to manage saw some of the tension I hardly knew I had been showing leave my features, form relaxing softly against her own at her assurance she hardly regrated it. Good- because I am entirely sure I have an endless repertoire to teach her- for tonight however I think I might be willing to consider one lesson enough- the both of us a little worse for wear. One day I really will have to see if she can be convinced to something so intimate without prior injury, then again, hell- maybe she likes pain, I hardly know- something to be considered for later perhaps as she suddenly gestures towards my less than serviceable Maserati.

"Oh."

Alright. Maybe I had forgotten about the car, my own features shifting into a frown now as the blue gold of my gaze lingered upon the wreckage of my car within the gloom. It was hardly far to my house and yet I still doubted entirely it was going to make it. Such a shame, I always did like that car. I suppose, as Kat said, I can get another and yet really it was a hassle I hadn't truly wanted to bother with- anymore then I wanted to deal with the fact it was now raining. It was as if God was truly determined to punish me for...I don't know...sex before marriage? By ruining my hair. Granted Kat's fingers had done rather a good job of that already and yet I see nothing wrong with sporting that look. Damp, wet hair plastered to my forehead however is truly not the look I intended and yet given the night I had already had, well, it was almost...almost amusing, the barest hint of a grin lingering briefly upon my lips at the utter and ridiculous irony of this situation before I gestured loosely towards the car wash attendant within his office.

"Just give me a moment- I have a plan."

Since when have those words ever let her down yet? I moved to step away from her now, one hand still forced to hold my jeans up and together in perhaps the most ungraceful walk I have ever performed up and into the office, the unfortunate station attendant as entirely pale as a ghost, expression somewhere between shock and...what I am going to assume is awe. It is unfortunate, truly, that not all men are so fortunate as to experience such things and yet really this fellow was going to have to do far more then learn a little technique, his appearance and less than ideal body condition hardly lending himself to the female of the species.

"Byron is it?"

Well- his name tag seemed to suggest us much, the man evidently mononymous, lacking any sort of last name- his head nodding weakly. Truth be told there was more than one reason for my visit into this....disorganised hovel that I doubted had ever been sanitized. How did people live this way? I was entirely sure we were one step away from biohazard. How I managed to convince my mind to focus I hardly know, having managed to loose my glasses somewhere during the events of this evening as I gestured briefly to the umbrella the man had within the container behind him, fumbling somewhere within my pocket for my wallet.

"How would you feel about my buying that umbrella from you?"

How much was an umbrella even worth? I don't believe I have ever actually bought one. Byron somehow managed to turn himself around to reach for the item in question, my own bare-chested form pausing taking the opportunity to lean readily over the counter, hitting the 'delete' button on the screen of his computer, disintegrating the security camera footage of myself and Kat that had been captured upon it, a smirk of sorts briefly tracing my features as Byron turned back towards me, offering the umbrella, the man given a one hundred dollar bill in exchange. I suppose that seemed reasonable, I mean, it hardly look like it could be worth more then that. What the attendant and his bacteria trap of an office wish to do for the rest of the night I hardly care, a nod of sorts given to the man out of politeness before I simply moved to stroll back out and into the carpark- easily flicking the umbrella up before handing it to Kat.

"I suppose we're walking, although given the state of my jeans that is a significantly more difficult task than it actually sounds."

I think I managed a chuckle all the same, hair already half sodden by the rain it had caught in-between Kat and the office, moving to stroll along beside her now, a small frown marring my features a few moments later before I turned to Kat once more.

"What do you consider an average umbrella price to be?"






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