Sweat is sexy? Maybe that's why she insists on running about all over town on her morning jogs, although really if she was hoping to attract me through her hot, flustered and sweaty look upon return each day I think she truly may have failed- well, not entirely, I do love those little shorts she jogs in. Then again, maybe she went running purely to see the other men whom were out running as well, the thought momentarily seeing my features shift into a look of contemplation- that was a far less appealing idea, at least from my end and while I have no belief she certainly won't ever look at another man I never did consider the sweaty ones to be competition. Hmm, maybe I will have to let her take me on one of these runs one day, then again, as I said, I am truly not sure I can handle sweating without a truly good reason. My thoughts on California were entirely interrupted by the purring tone of her words, each syllable rolling from her throat in a rough, desirable manner before her teeth rake along the lower part of my ear, her lips following suit in a way that commands every nerve ending within my frame to stand to attention. Hmm, I use to do that to her all the time, Kat evidently having learned more then I actually anticipated and yet I see no real reason to complain about that. I know she's always been good at teasing, hell, I'd been on the receiving end of it for rather a long time before I actually achieved any true satisfaction- I know she uses her 'games' for work, I know what she does to lure targets, I know where they put their hands and it drives me mad to even think about it- but I know, or at least I trust, that that's where it ends. Anything further then that is for me to enjoy alone and that is a significantly more pleasing thought. Where she learned to tease I have no desire to ask, content enough merely to enjoy it.

Her sudden appearance within my lap was surprising to say the least, some part of myself at least willing to consider the effort she was taking to show an interest in my work even despite the face the clearly failed to understand. Not that I blame her, I often don't understand my own work. Maybe I am supposedly brilliant and yet I'm yet to see evidence of my own brilliance achieving much beyond the occasional moment of clarity admits a tangle of ideas I don't remember having. Maybe this is why I shouldn't work at three in the morning. Then again, it usually puts me right back to sleep- when I'm not so distracted I can barely remember what my plan was in the beginning. Hmm, perhaps this is one of the hazards of having a partner- never getting any work done, although, I did very little of that before Kat anyway, much to the horror of my board of directors. She shifted readily on my lap in a way I was entirely sure was more purposeful then she made it appear- my interest in the phone completely forgotten. Maybe I should be ashamed I am so easily distracted and yet truly I can't bring myself to actually care. Women always were a distraction. Yes sir? Hmm, I don't mind that at all.

"Not for the moment, I'll take care of the arrangements for it and we'll discuss it on the weekend before we leave, just pack as you would for any other trip- although maybe less weaponry. I honestly have no idea how you're going to make it through security if you bring to many knives."

I was hardly saying don't bring any, having already learned that trying to convince Kat to leave her knives at home was the equivalent to asking her not to breath for a little while. If she wanted her weapons, then fine, I merely suggested she tone it done enough to ensure we actually go through the airport without creating an international incident. Any inclination I'd had to actually finishing working for the evening had evaporated the moment she'd sat herself within my lap, arms wrapping around her before hoisting her up and over my shoulder, one benefit I suppose of Hunter strength. She'd wanted me to come back to bed hadn't she? I was simply doing what she wanted- her hand suddenly slapping against my rear resulting in both eyes widening slightly in surprise as I jostled her perhaps a little more then needed in my arms. Someone's a bit sassy now aren't they? Her eyes narrowed knowingly a mere moment after I let that first wave of power wash over her, the look she offered earning her a chuckle before my shoulders merely shrugged loosely as I rested lightly atop her, free hand moving to circle about her inner thigh, rather satisfied with the manner in which she shifted about beneath me. She's always in control and sometimes it's nice to see her just that little bit more vulnerable beneath my hands. The smirk she offers at the mention of the phone number at least managed to confirm what I'd actually believed, Kat the very reason I'd begun screening calls ad switching between my numerous mobile phones in an effort to avoid the Council members that called on a daily basis- if not multiple times a day. They must have a call centre somewhere, although generally they were polite, save for that Happiness-Challenged blonde fellow I'd met a few times before. Maybe he just needed to get laid- I hardly care, eyes rolling slightly all the same at the look of guilt she portrayed beneath me.

Her hand resting atop my own and further halting any advance saw the blue gold of my gaze flicker back to her own, the words she offered serious now and yet not wholly unexpected. I'd already begun to get the feeling that this council was not taking my silence all that well, the thought of things 'coming after me' even more displeasing if not mildly irritating.

"I suppose I can't just throw money at them can I?"

I already knew the answer to that, my mind long ago having worked out that a group of essentially immortal beings is going to be rather a bit more wealthy then I was, as difficult as that was to comprehend and slipping them a fifty was hardly going to make the problem go away. I think I may have actually managed a sigh, fingers returning to their work against the smooth skin of her thigh.

"Then I'll say yes, but I'm not baking cakes for fundraisers or wearing a club jacket or anything."

I don't do...club colours. The smirk that laced my features shifted readily into a look of almost curiosity, one eye lifting warily as Kat's hand suddenly moved to travel up my own leg, resting either side before deftly managing to undo the button and fly. She was getting far, far to good at that. I was going to have to invest in a belt, if only to slow her down long enough to actually attempt to gather my thoughts before her fingers danced along the fabric of my boxer shorts, body reacting instantly to even that tender touch, displaying just entirely how much even that made me crave her all the more with a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Men really cannot hide just how much we...appreciate certain things. Kat however, does not get to win nearly that easily, my own smirk managing to find its way onto my features, hand reaching down to grasp her own and pull them away, easily holding her wrists together in one hand before leaning forward to pin them above her head.

"Letting you do that would be far to easy, I think you need more of a challenge- no hands Kat, you move your hands from above your head and you lose."

She was entirely competitive enough, I was sure, to at least try and keep her hands above her head rather then let me win so easily. It was easy enough to lean forward once more, brushing my lips against her own before releasing her hands, assured she would try to keep them there even despite my determination to make her drop them, lips moving away from her own to brush down the side of her neck and collarbone, dropping lower and lower still before gracing over her chest and down to the flat of her stomach, teeth and tongue working a pattern against that smooth, heated skin in a manner torturously slow before pausing at the waistband of her underwear with a soft exhale.

"Remember what I said Kat- you move your hands and you lose."

One finger moved easily to catch the waistband and slide her underwear down and out of the way, hmm, they were actually a nice pair- lips returning to the side of her hip before slowly and steadily tracing lower and lower still, purposely and entirely ignoring that part of her I am assured would rather have the attention. I never have shown her exactly what can be done without hands on my part- dropping rather suddenly between the apex of her thighs to offer this more intimate part of her at least some of the attention it deserved, quite content to bring her right to the brink of pleasure before leaning suddenly and abruptly away, a smirk tracing along my lips as I looked down upon her, a tease more than clear within my gaze.

"I suppose I better stop- I thought I felt you getting bored."

I can be entirely entertaining when I choose. The smirk lacing my features designed to do nothing but rile her entirely as I chuckled.

"Of course, you could take that comment back and I could finish what I started, I might even let you move your arms."

What is life without a little game here and there? Besides, it's not like she won't find some way of making me pay for it later.





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