I can't say I'm entirely surprised Kat decided to leave in the early hours of the morning; I suppose some part of myself had almost suspected it. After all she seems to share my similar affliction when it comes to any form of actual commitment. Neither of us are going to win an award there and yet, I suppose, some part of myself had liked to believe she stay around after what we'd...done. At least I m rather assured the reason for her climbing out of my bedroom at god knows what time was more about her issues then anything else, it's not like I'm bad performance wise, hell, that might be the only thing I'm actually good at and for a virgin, hey, she'd hardly been bad, in fact I am entirely inclined to believe that once is never going to be enough. She always was a tease, a perfectly exquisite, deliriously desirable tease who seemed to have a knack for just how far she could damn well push me. I'd promised her that eventually I wasn't going to stop, that whatever gentlemanly part of me actually existed was hardly gong to be continue to restrain itself and hell- that might have been one of the best nights I've ever had. A taste was never going to be enough, I'm almost inclined to think I only want her al the more now that I know exactly what I'm missing and yet I suppose I'm willing to give her...time to adjust to...whatever it was we were now. I never did enjoy labels although for some ungodly reason I almost feel the need to give this...us....some sort of title. For now though I suppose I can at least pretend I'm alight with having woken up alone. She always was something of a flight risk and this is hardly the first time I've had a woman panic the next day. I suppose I'll just have to wait it out, after all, emotional discussions are hardly my thing either, especially not of late, not after al this Dark Catcher....Hunter...whatever nonsense Kat keeps carrying on about.

Alright, I'll admit it, I may be in denial about the whole thing and yet really, I do denial so very well. I deny I'm a hunter, just like I deny that being friends with Kat might not ever be enough. I waited long enough to actually get her into bed, I suppose I can wait for her to come to terms with it. She can say what she likes, I regret nothing and I am entirely sure she doesn't either. After all- I am very good at it. I think I managed something akin to a sigh as pulled up outside her....lets call it residence, house seems a little excessive, at best it's a shoe box and a sparsely decorated one at that. Why on earth she seems to want to spend our time here I hardly know, hell, even new paint would probably help it. I know she doesn't enjoy spending her money but why she feels the need to live in the equivalent to a third world country I'll never know. I moved to climb easily from the Maserati, clicking the lock button on the keys as I did before easily folding them into my jeans pocket, easily climbing the stairs the lead up to her apartment. Maybe I didn't give the place enough credit, it had been the seen of on of our more vodka-induced adventures. The memory alone saw the side of my lip quirk upward ever so slightly, a chuckle of sorts finding it's way from my lips as I moved to open the door. I really think where a little past knocking at this point now don't you? Her apartment was as entirely bare as it was the last time I saw it, the blue gold of my gaze readily finding the tantalizing woman stretched out upon the couch, one hand moving to brush aside a stray lock o dark golden hair as I moved towards her, strolling lazy across her living room and towards her. To be honest I think it's a little early for me to be up, why on earth Kat insights on 'training' during the daylight hours I'll never know. The bed is far more enticing at this point. Oh well, at east she isn't trying to make me jog.

"You know, if your going to keep refusing to buy more furniture, you really can't hog the one couch."

My lip quirked slightly once more, one eye lifting upward as I eyed her stretched out form, her rather lovely limbs taking up the entire lounge as I moved to rather lazily lift her legs, collapsing into the seat beside her before simply replacing her legs, letting them rest atop my lap as if such a gesture was entirely natural. I never said I was going to stop....suggesting that I might like having her around now did I? Maybe she didn't want to let me near a bed with her, yet I am entirely sure a couch was how this has all started, in fact, that is easily one of my more favoured memories to remember. I smirked lightly at my own thoughts, moving to recline slightly, feet lifting to rest against her weapon strewn coffee table as what may have been a well concealed look of disdain touched my handsome features. More weapons? Really, when is she going to accept that this....hunter business is really not my thing. I barely attended board meetings, I'm hardly going to be inclined to do anything that requires actual effort. I'm hardly lazy I suppose, I just prefer a more...relaxed approach to, well, life in general. One hand lifted to run back through the dark gold of my hair, brushing against the Ray Bans I'd hooked over my dark shirt, one finger toying with the glasses momentarily, her house one of the few safe zones within this wretched city when it came to my other....lets say issues. My other hand moved to gesture loosely to the multiple sharp objects on her table, eyes flicking to her own as the first hint of a grin touched my lips.

"Are you sure you want to play with those again? I am entirely willing to believe I know at least five other games we could play that don't require anything....sharp."

At least three of those games don't even require us to be standing, or to have any clothes, or to do any form of exercise that does not have significant rewards at the end......


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