Things can truly be an emotional rollercoaster sometimes. Right now, Kate can barely believe they've both spent their night and good part of the day stewing on their own worries, their fears and pain. Now, it's crazy how things have changed. There's an odd softenss in the air, in the way she smiles at him as she watches him move. He might be tired, but that has little to do with the way he moves, how careful he is as he carries his cat as he limps his way to bed.
Even though she is well aware of which spot in the bed he'll take, Kate busies herself with her own little rituals. She makes her way to his door, locking up in case anyone intrudes. No, she's not thinking of getting naked this time, but sometimes she does take her top off in the middle of the night if the room feels too warm.
As she makes her way to bed, Kate reaches under her t-shirt to unclasp her bra, pulling a maneuver she's alread mastered to take off her underwear without having to remove her top first. Sitting on the side of the bed she's claimed as her own, she throws her bra on top of a chair before she removes her combat boots, kicking them off carelessly in the same chair's general direction. Finally, she removes her hair tie, letting that ponytail come undone as raven lockes fall down to her mid-back.
"Hmmmm?" Soon, she joins him in bed. Kruge lies down, stretched out between Kaz's legs and purring away. Kate rolls on her side and down, laying on her stomach. Like opposites, she lays on her stomach and Kaz on his back, watching each other, merely inches away from touching. Liek opposites that are pulled in by a stubborn kind of gravity. "Yeah, always. Shoot."
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Even though she is well aware of which spot in the bed he'll take, Kate busies herself with her own little rituals. She makes her way to his door, locking up in case anyone intrudes. No, she's not thinking of getting naked this time, but sometimes she does take her top off in the middle of the night if the room feels too warm.
As she makes her way to bed, Kate reaches under her t-shirt to unclasp her bra, pulling a maneuver she's alread mastered to take off her underwear without having to remove her top first. Sitting on the side of the bed she's claimed as her own, she throws her bra on top of a chair before she removes her combat boots, kicking them off carelessly in the same chair's general direction. Finally, she removes her hair tie, letting that ponytail come undone as raven lockes fall down to her mid-back.
"Hmmmm?" Soon, she joins him in bed. Kruge lies down, stretched out between Kaz's legs and purring away. Kate rolls on her side and down, laying on her stomach. Like opposites, she lays on her stomach and Kaz on his back, watching each other, merely inches away from touching. Liek opposites that are pulled in by a stubborn kind of gravity. "Yeah, always. Shoot."