Truth be told I am not entirely sure it is possible to underestimate the amount of locations that Kat is capable of hiding weapons, believe me, I've looked and yet she always manages to surprise me all the same. It is unfortunate however that while I might take rather a satisfying amount of amusement out of attempting to discover every concealment- the overly large men whom guard the air-port terminal may find her attempts significantly less amusing. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for airport safety, I merely have a very healthy respect for men whom are built with considerably more muscle the myself. As it stands I am also yet to be charged with any international incident- at least....one involving airport security and I'm rather inclined to at least try and keep it that way. I do however, trust Kat to take care of that matter herself, hell, Hunters must travel with weapons all the time, perhaps they merely have some sort of licence or something, one I am entirely assured no one has any intention of offering to me and really that may well be for the better. Her assurance that I could hardly throw money at the council an effort to spare myself being given missions was met with little more then a defeated sigh of sorts. I barely pay attention to the job I have now, do I really need a second one? Honestly that is entirely bad for productivity. I think my features may have actually attempted to shift into something almost mildly curious, my thoughts distracted, if only for a moment in the way they eternally seemed capable off at the problem before me. To be honest the idea of being...forced into joining some sort of hunting union or whatever it was hardly seemed...ideal and yet having 'things sent after me' was also far less then appealing. I am however, particularly good at working my way around such things, all I need is a little time and I am rather assured I can have this Council move in my favour. Maybe they are ancient but I doubt they've met anyone with my...charm in a while. We'll see. As for my cake making skills, well, Kat managed to look almost as if she truly had expected a cake, my own eyes rolling softly once more before a smirk of sorts managed to linger upon my features.

"Darling, you know I don't bake, for that matter I don't fry, sauté, simmer, dress, garish, baste or grill either. Have you ever tried getting flour out of swede? I'm also not sure the oven in my kitchen actually works- I never have turned it on."

What? Why should I cook and risk the ultimate destruction of my home by fire when I merely have to make a phone call and wait for food to appear at the door, the home delivery system perhaps one of mankind's finest inventions. Either way, if she wanted a cake she could order one- or bake it herself while I watched and if the Hunting Council truly desired to have a bake sale one day they could take it up with me then. They didn't really bake, did they? My attention was rapidly taken up by Kat's hands mere moments later, her fingers working far more deftly then I gave them credit for to catch to zip of my jeans before I managed to capture her hands, moving to pin them above her head with a shake of my own. That- I am entirely sure, is cheating- she knows entirely well, too well perhaps- that her hands in certain places are entirely capable of making me forget my own name let alone anything else, certain areas the metaphorical kryptonite for most men and really I am hardly an exception in that regard. Besides, if I let her win that easily our games would be rather dramatically short lived now wouldn't they. No matter how many times I get to taste her skin or enjoy her body I am still entirely assured she is one of the most sensitive, reactive women I have ever been with, every little touch and tease seeming entirely capable of drawing a response from her as I make no move to hurry my exploration of her body, one eye lifting just to make sure she kept her hands right where I told her, chuckling softly against her skin as I teased another moan from her throat. There really is nothing like that sound, especially from her, every part of my own body responsive to it in turn as I moved to go only lower and lower still and explore that more intimate part of herself. Maybe I shouldn't be so mean as to leave her wanting, although truly the will power to actually stop myself is hardly any small feat in itself, leaning back merely to grin towards her now, assured I can make her take back her little comment.

Her sudden, breathy declaration that she was not going to be quite so easy saw one eye lift ever so slightly in surprise, a comment already upon my lips, quite content to go right back to what I was doing- only to stop once again before offering her any actual release before her legs suddenly managed to grip my waist, Kat managing to manoeuvre herself as truly I have only ever seen her do- my own form somehow ending up....beneath her. I certainly hadn't taught her that one, although really, I see no need to complain. The lock of surprise lasted only so long as it took her to raise her hands above her head, her word seeing a smirk of sorts trace my features once more, blue gold eyes content to trail almost lazily across her semi-naked frame all the same despite the friction a little, well, lower down, that was managing to provide a rather glorious distraction. Her hands lifting above her head however, along with words that sounded far too much like I was going to eat my own saw a look entirely more wary cross my features.

"Kaaaat, what are you-"

I'd barely noticed her knees moving until they suddenly pinned my arms to the bed, both eyes lifting slightly in surprise. Honestly I was surprised at how bold she was getting and yet at the same time I am hardly going to complain, it was incredibly sexy, just saying. I am however entirely sure that this is cheating, sexual cheating and yet I- fuck. Her hips grinding atop my own forced a groan from my throat despite my effort to hold it back, her lips running across the toned plains of my chest in a manner that was utterly blissful. How anyone is a virgin I will never fucking know. Her tongue running over one peck causing a breath of air to hiss through my teeth. I've been with a lot a women before, it's hardly a lie and I hardly hide it, but for all the women I've been with there have truly been few entirely capable of drawing everything from me. It's a skill, a gift, a talent to be learned and truly I am often content enough to give women what they want. I get something out of it too of course, but there have not truly been many women capable of sending me entirely over the edge. Kat, inexperienced as she claims to be, either has an astounding knowledge of male anatomy- else she simply has a hell of a lot of talent, a valuable quality in a woman really one I appreciated explicitly in this moment- even if she was pinning me down. The sudden cease in the grinding motion of her hips was almost a relief, the effort of holding back having resulted in a thin layer of actual sweat having formed across my body, Kat suddenly shifting, pinning my arms with her limbs once more before I had barely the chance to blink- this new view utterly exquisite, arms moving instinctively in an effort to reach for her before meeting the resistance of her own limbs as her head bent, surely she wasn't going to...

"Fuck."

It was more a groan then a word, her nose running along the length of that most sensitive part of myself, fixing it to an utterly rigid attention that was almost painful in it fullness, the words barely free of her lips before I managed a last and final effort to actually sit up, to find some way to reach her, stop her, grab her....before she took me entirely within her lips. There are a lot of things I like, hell, I'll try anything once, but this? This is by far one of my more favoured activities, her lips holding a rhythm almost sinful in it's perfection, the effort to hold back resulting in actual sweat beginning to appear upon my form as another groan managed to tear its way from my chest in the moments she managed to take me entirely to the back of her throat- a skill not nearly enough women possess. God she was good- every single part of my body completely and utterly her own- and right then? I couldn't have cared less. Next time- I would find a way to make her pay for it entirely.

"I surrender......god dammnit Kat, I surrender....if you don't stop...I'm going to...."

God, whatever I was actually attempting to say was lost in another appreciative grown, powerless to do anything other than simply lay beneath her and take it, half wanting her to stop and let me touch her and yet desperately hoping she'd keep going that tiny bit more and let me have that release I was so close to finding.

She was going to pay for this. Later.




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