As Will concedes to calling her kitten, she has an almost satisfied light dancing in her eyes. Settling next to him on the bed, she feels his strong hand resting on her hip and just that small touch sends a shiver down her body. Leaning into his touch, she's disappointed when he removes it to settle for her hand instead. His touch had become something she savored and didn't understand the feeling about it, how she craved for his fingers on her skin and his lips on her body. Pushing the thoughts to a corner in her mind, where she had been storing all sorts of thoughts regarding Will lately, she lets the corner of her mouth curl up in a smile at him, "Ah, I think you want to be confined to my bedroom for days on end," she arches a brow at him, amusement coating her words.

"I could break your leg and then you wouldn't be able to go anywhere for a while," she laughs quietly toying with his hand in hers. As she turns the conversation to why the man was so distracted she can't help but smile triumphantly at him as that blush spreads across his own features, squeezing his fingers at his admittance she simply raises her brows not probing him any further to elaborate just what he was thinking about. Of course, the woman was rather curious as to what went on in his head but she allowed him his space, Will did the same for her. As he explains what happens she hums at him quietly, pondering the power, "That's a new one, I haven't heard of anything like that. It won't be a problem now though," she trails off her voice turning grim.

As he acknowledges her magic, she looks away from him feeling his hand cupping her cheek and tracing the bruise that blossomed rather quickly upon her face. Savoring the touch, she sighs and leans her face gently into his hand letting her eyes close momentarily as he apologizes for the loss of her parents. She wasn't ready to tell him just how they died and how truly responsible she was for their deaths, that was something that Vhalla had never come to terms with, perhaps she never would. "I'm afraid of my fire," she whispers quietly as she opens her eyes to take in his tired form. When he drops his hand, her cheek feels suddenly cold from the absence of his warmth and she stifles the shiver that threatens to expand across her body.

"Take the bed, Will. You need it more than I do," she says gently though there's a sternness in her voice that wasn't there before. As she reaches in for the brief kiss across his lips, she's satisfied to hear that whine emit from his vocals again. Grinning at him, "Hunter baby," she coos again before sliding away. As she begins to stand she's suddenly surprised by his hand wrapping around her waist and tugging her weakly back to the bed. Glancing over her shoulder at him her brow arches in confusion until she finally understands what he wants from her. Blushing furiously, she debates on pulling away and leaving the room entirely yet there is still concern about his wound dancing in the back of her mind.

Finally, she relaxes in his hold and moves up the bed to let him pull her in close. The tips of her ears burn with embarrassment and she's certain she won't be getting any sleep tonight. Feeling her back flush against his chest, she shifts uncomfortably until she feels his lips pressed against her head. Relaxing slightly, she smiles to herself as he whispers goodnight into her ear. Feeling him drift off far quicker than the assassin does, she finds herself dreaming of teeth and flesh and discarded clothing.

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Waking suddenly, her body is slick with sweat, her body too warm engulfed in Will's form. Her body burns with desire and she's suddenly panting as she glances over her shoulder to see Will's lips parted slightly in sleep, how she wanted to kiss him awake but taking a glance outside she realizes she had awoken far too early for the Hunter to be awake. He needed as much rest as he could get. Groaning inwardly, she slips quietly and gently from his touch worried she was going to wake him if she continued to toss and turn in the bed. Padding to the closet she fishes out a sports bra and elastic pants slipping into them silently. Pulling her hair around she begins working it into her signature braid and slipping into a pair of running shoes.

As her mood darkens, she squirms in the too tight fitting clothing, wishing Will would just touch her already. Growling silently to herself, she slips out of the closest and moves silently down the hall towards the kitchen. Retrieving the coffee maker from the cupboard she gets the coffee started as she retrieves two mugs. Filling her own mug, she wanders towards the fridge in search of creamer, finding it she checks the date and finds that it wasn't out of date. Offering a grim smile, she adds a small amount of cream to her own mug before standing in silence in the kitchen sipping on the hot liquid. Still finding that the drink isn't helping her desires she lets a string of curses utter beneath her breath before setting her drink on the counter.

Closing her eyes, she breathes through her nose deeply several times before finally gathering a small cream pitcher as well as sugar cubes from the counter. Filling the mug, she balances the three glasses expertly in her hands as she wanders back to the bedroom. Setting the mug, cream and sugar on the nightstand, she hesitates but then her judgment gets the better of her as she reaches a hand out and tucks a strand of hair that had fallen across his face behind his ear. Returning her hands to her own personal space, she rummages quietly through the nightstand drawer, withdrawing a bottle of Tylenol and setting it next to the coffee. Perhaps he wouldn't be awake in time to drink it warm.

Kicking herself for not just leaving it in the kitchen, she exits the bedroom afraid she might do something to wake the Hunter. Quickly moving through the apartment she heads for the door and makes her way quickly down the stairs, flicking on a light switch she leaves the door wide open in case Will wakes up and moves through her training room. Releasing a frustrated groan, she takes off at a jog on the track and runs until the sun begins to filter through the warehouse windows, brightening her training room and until she's slick with sweat. Still finding her body burning, she throws herself harder into her run until she's at a flat out sprint.

Throwing herself harder into her workout, she launches herself at the climbing wall as she begins to scale, her thoughts entirely still stuck on Will. Missing a handhold halfway up the wall, she slips, hanging precariously by her hand, she suddenly feels herself free falling, her back hitting the mat with a thud the breath escaping her lungs she releases a groan as she throws a vulgar gesture at the wall. Leaning back on the ground she lays there fuming, her eyes tracing the ceiling.