They never tell you when you sign on for this relationship business that you're not only signing on for friendship and companionship, someone to share meals with and be there when you come home plus a rather active sex life- but that you're getting everything that comes with that. Honestly I didn't know this many emotions actually existed. It wasn't until Kat that I had ever worried about a woman- well, outside of my own sister but I'm assured family hardly counts in this. I worried when Kat wasn't around, I worried something was going to happen her, hell, it kept me up at night. She made me worried and jealous and neurotic and paranoid all at once- along with everything else that was so decidedly good about her very existence. Relationships are exhausting. Even when your girlfriend is on the other side of the world or....whatever it is that country actually was. What? I've never had a reason to go there so why would I? Geography never was my strong suite although here and now it hardly mattered. Like I said though, they don't tell you when you sign the relationship contract that you get all the good things and all the bad and that you feel them all at once. Maybe not everybody did, maybe that was only me, I always did tend to feel things more....potently then others. How many times had my parents become convinced my 'overreacting' was a part of the ADD or the OCD or whatever D it was I had? Maybe I was just emotional for a man I hardly know and truly I hardly care. I was better then most t concealing it most of the time and that, I am sure, is all that matters. Especially here and now.

I didn't want Kat to see....how much I worried. She didn't need me to protect her. She was by far the more capable one in this relationship all the same and I suppose I didn't want her to think I doubted her abilities. Honestly I've seen her give a man five times her size a bloody nose, she can take care of herself, I'm sure of that. As far as this whole Hunter business went, well, she knew my thoughts on it and I knew hers. Even if I wasn't ok with it, even if I never would be I was at least determined to pretend I was more ok with it then I was and I hardly needed Kat worrying that I was worried. I would rather prefer she focused her attention on staying alive. Besides, that the Council disliked me was hardly a secret. Not that they bothered me all that much. With the likes of Azrael in charge of them within this city I truly doubted I would be forced to engage in a battle of wit anytime soon. Poor fellow, he tried so hard too.

Any and all thoughts however were rather quickly becoming obsolete in the wake of the movement of the woman within my lap. Kat may well have been a virgin when we met yet she was perhaps, one of the fastest studies I had ever had the pleasure of dealing with. Kat had rather a talent, truly, for knowing just how to make her body near impossibly desirable and too- just how to use it. Oh but how I had missed every part of her! Honestly I can't remember having ever been celibate this long, every part of myself responding to even her mere presence let alone the way her fingers tangled so easily within my hair as my lips found her neck. Whatever I'd been trying to say before no longer seemed important, lips and teeth working a smooth pattern along her neck before trailing lower down. I wanted to be closer to her, the distance between us far too far for far too long, the taste of her skin a welcome reminder of just how perfect she truly was.

I think I tried to say something, honestly I'm not entirely sure, my lips paused to leave hot breath alone against her skin before a I felt a lopsided grin tug at my features at her words- one decidedly short lived as I felt her teeth against my ear- a sound of satisfaction drawn so unbidden from my lips. My hands moved easily to rest on her hips, sliding effortlessly beneath her shirt, savouring her smooth skin as my palms ran along her sides- her own hand teasing a heated pattern down my throat before her palm pressed suddenly flat on my chest- pushing me backward and down onto the bed. One blue gold eye rose momentarily upward in an unspoken tease at her sudden determination. I was entirely used to leading within these more intimate activities and yet if Kat was so determined to take control then I saw no need to stop her. There is something decidedly.....sexy about a woman whom had no shame in taking control every now and then. I moved easily to lift my arms, allowing her to rid my far too heated frame from my shirt, her words bringing the softest of chuckles to my lips.

"Working out? Would you believe my workout partner has been away....."

Her lips found my collarbone all too easily, trailing lower down and over my torso before finding my chest, her teeth and tongue finding first one nipple and then the other. Of all the women I have known over the years, Kat is perhaps, the only one to so fully appreciate this part of myself in a way I found decidedly pleasurable each and every time. The groan that found my lips surely held every bit of that appreciation. Her hands steadily beginning to work their way lower down however, while very much exactly what I craved was going to bring an end to this far sooner then I desired. Four months of nothing, after all, has left me rather sensitive in that regard. It was easy to bring my own hands up, taking opportunity of the brief pause in the kisses she showered upon my chest to cup her face, guiding her lips so effortlessly to my own for the sort of kiss I'd found myself craving- every bit of want I felt placed entirely within that gesture as my own hands lowered once more, seizing the hem of her shirt.

The very action of removing her shirt was so unfortunately going to force Kat's own hands to cease their downward trail in order to lift them upward, her shirt tossed somewhere into the room along with my own. I moved to lean forward, pulling myself upright as much as possible, arms easily encircling Kat- pulling her into my lap. It was easy then, to trail my fingers near feather-light along that smooth, heated skin of her back- so easily finding the clasp of her bra and freeing this part of her merely a moment later. I was almost relieved really- my bra removal skills still seemed entirely untainted even despite the sabbatical they had taken, my lips finding her own once more as my hands found her breasts, thumbs so easily brushing across those peaks, teasing at them and stirring them so readily to life. It was my turn now to press her backward, shifting our position just enough to see her laid back upon the bed with my form straddling her own.

"Hmm, seems I'm winning again."


The words were entirely thick, husky even in response to heat that seemed to afflict every part of me. My lip quirked slightly, not truly affording her a chance to answer the tease before moving to replace my hands upon her chest with my lips- leaving my hands free to slip so teasingly beneath waistband of her jeans. I was quite determined after all, to work them from her all-too perfect hips.



k o h l
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