Her momentary comment upon my arrival saw my lip quirk slightly upward once more, eyes rolling slightly at the offhanded quip, it's almost as if she truly believes she can beat me in some sort of verbal brawl and yet I suppose some part of myself actually enjoys it, after all, most women rarely seem to actually want to attempt such a thing, most tend to be far more interested in agreeing with everything I have to say and while I can hardly complain about that, I suppose sometimes I enjoy the challenge and really, Kat is by far the most intriguing challenge I've ever had. Hell, I've never had to pretend I'm ok with waking up alone before, nor have I ever been left still desiring someone so much, every curve of her frame imprinted against my mind. There is still so much she has to learn and really- I'm rather determined to teach her, if she'll let me. Once never will be enough. I offered little more than a shrug of sorts, lifting her limbs to rest against my lap as I moved to rest my feet against her coffee table, leaning back with callous ease as my hands continued to rest against her, that tantalizing warmth of her flesh far harder to ignore then I actually anticipated and yet really, if she believes she's getting away with a comment like that, she can think again.

"Maybe I just fight...differently."

One eye lifted ever so slightly, a chuckle upon my lips as my right hand moved to rest against the bare flesh of her thigh, fingers grazing the skin as I continued to recline, as if such a thing was entirely absentminded on my part, fingers simply running a continuous pattern along that beautifully smooth flesh. She is by far one of the most perfect examples of a woman I've ever been with and really, I've been with entirely enough to make that comparison. I never have wanted more, after all, a woman for the night is simple, easy, a game I've been playing for longer then even I care to admit and my sister cared to acknowledge. I guess I never questioned why, never bothered to wonder if I'd ever find someone I wanted for anything other than a...beneficial kind of friendship, after all, relationships are...tangled, messy, complicated and so far away from my thing I have become rather excellent at avoiding them, much to the chagrin of more than one woman and yet, perhaps for the first time I want more from Kat then....a one night stand and that is so entirely terrifying that I believe I have been avoiding that conversation. Avoidance, after all, is significantly more easy then serious conversation. I think I may have managed another sigh as she gestured back towards her collection of weapons, fingers sliding slightly higher now, brushing against the rim of her shorts, merely teasing at the flesh there, seeking some form of reaction from her, already rather assured I was going to get it, she was so...sensitive. I never said I fought fair now did I?

"I suppose, if you're sure you want to play that game we can."

I moved to suddenly lift my hand away, arms folding back behind my head as I reclined in contentment, meeting her gaze with just as much dare, quite content to fight fire with fire and really, heaven knows she deserves at least a little revenge. As for defending myself, what's been wrong with my more recent attempts I hardly know. An Ipad is an excellent shield, using a car to drive away from an enemy and simply refusing to go outside are also excellent lines of defence, why Kat seems to insist I learnt to throw pointed objects about I'll hardly know. Alright, fine, maybe I'm just not used to being.....bad at anything. I never did handle failure all that well and a such I seem to have decided that attempting to avoid the thing I seem to fail at so appallingly is better than facing the reality of the fact that I may actually need to work at something for one within my existence. I never did like work. I moved to allow the blue gold of my gaze to shift towards the window, following her own gaze towards the rapidly setting sun, a small frown tracing my handsome features a moment at her mention of...hunting. Alright, maybe I was a little....afraid of going outside yet I fail to see any reason to mention that, quite content to simply try and distract from any attempts at physical activity she may attempt to undertake that didn't involve taking her shorts off.

I moved to stand abruptly once more, sliding out easily from beneath her, wandering towards her sparsely decorated kitchen, making a mental note to buy her a stool or...something before wandering towards her top draw, fumbling about for a moment before producing a folded piece of paper, strolling easily back towards her, long limbs readily crossing the distance between us before I moved to sit atop the arm rest of the lounge once more, tossing the take out menu on to her lap with a wry grin, momentarily distracted by her fingers running along the length of the weapon she held before attempting to pull my mind away, gesturing to the menu once more.

"There. Consider dinner 'hunted', I'll even pay- and you never thought I'd make any progress, I tracked that menu at least four second faster than the last time I tried. Evidently there is no need to go outside. I'm also going to hope that somehow one of these walls folds into a TV, because I refuse to believe you don't have one."

Hmm, I wonder how long it would take me to find the remote. Maybe I am the King of one track minds, yet I am entirely sure I may be the God of avoiding the issue.

"Please tell me you have a TV, Kat?"




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