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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 5, 2013 11:36:34 GMT -6
KATT HAD NEVER BEEN KNOWN AS THE STABLE TYPE. Which is why it came as no surprise to her friends and family that after just a month at UNLV, she had decided to study abroad, in Asia. She had loved it there. The rich culture, the nice people, and the amazing food. Her last three months had been an absolute dream. And she had gotten college credits while doing it, even without having to attend classes. Learning by application really was her favorite way.
But now, she was back in Vegas, and felt very, very homesick. It was a weird feeling for Katt, who had never really had a home. She had never had anyone or anything to attach to, anything to long for. The world was her oyster, and anywhere she went she felt comfortable. But in Asia, she had felt a long pang of longing every now and then to go back to Vegas. She knew why, and there was no use in denying it. Kristos. That strange, wonderful man who had somehow managed to steal her heart back in Port Angeles.She hated being attached to someone like this. She loved him, but she hated feeling so alone without him. She had always been alone; alone was what she had. But now, there was someone else. She walked down the street, her loose-fitting tanktop flapping in the breeze. It was a bit chilly for Vegas -- a balmy 51 degrees. But of course, that didn't phase Katt, whose body not only was very temperate, but who had also just spend months in Asia where the high was often 20 degrees and it always rained. Her heeled shoes clicked along the sidewalk, her jewelry glinting off of every marquee light that lined the Strip. Sin City was as busy as always, but Katt knew where she was going and didn't let the hordes of tourists sway her path. She pushed her way past showgirls with their large, feathered headpieces and went into the hotel. She knew that the proper procedure was to check in at the desk, but she knew that they would alert him, and that was the last thing she wanted. So she blended in with the people heading towards the elevator, blending in seamlessly with a bachelorette party giggling excitedly about a Chippendale's show. They took the elevator up to the sixth floor, and got off. When Katt was alone, she took out the little silver key that Kris had given her, what seemed like forever ago. She put it into the top spot in the elevator panel, and turned it ninety degrees. The elevator made a whirring noise, and slowly rose to the top of the hotel. When the doors dinged and opened, Katt held her breath. He didn't know that she was back. Three months and two days of no contact, she didn't want to go through the formalities of calling and ruining the surprise. She stepped out onto the plush red carpet, and knocked on the large double doors three times. She hoped to whatever God there was that he would be happy to see her. Or that he would be there, for that matter. It was nearly 1 a.m., so she figured his shows would be over. She knocked again, her hands shaking. Nervousness was a new thing for Katt, and she wasn't so sure that she liked it. WORDS: --- OUTFIT: CLICKMOOD: Nervous NOTE: I HAVE MISSED THEM SO MUCH LYRICS: Can't Be Tamed -- Miley Cyrus CREDIT: Deryn @ Unite |
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 6, 2013 0:22:21 GMT -6
It was past midnight when Kris had gotten up to his suite. Usually, he stayed out, coaxing people into magic tricks, offering to scare, amaze or even thrill the many people of Las Vegas, tourists and residents alike, with his weird and wonderful form of magic, sleight of hand and general debauchery, as his mother had once called it. Tonight, however, he was, for lack of a better word, dog tired, and just wanted to go up to his suite, have a beer and relax, before maybe heading to bed at a reasonable hour - like 5 am. His shows were nightly, and he rarely did stunts in the early morning. Besides... tomorrow was his day off. And he planned to spend at least one day holed up in his hotel rooms with Deenie the only company he needed. Unless it came time for room service. He'd sat down in front of the television, beer in hand and a blank expression. He'd showered, felt much better, his longish hair clinging to the back of his neck since he hadn't bothered to towel-dry. Why should he? Nothing pressing was about to happen. The soft knock at the odor jolted him from his doze. Deenie looked up from her nap, mewed, yawned, rolled over and went back to sleep. Kris looked around, somewhat disoriented. There was another knock and he put the beer bottle on the table. Getting up, he stretched and shuffled to the front door, dressed in only his sleep pants, rivulets of water still running down his back from his hair. Looking through the peep hole of the door, for one could never be to careful, especially in Vegas, and with a double take, he opened the door and stared at the figure before him. "Katt?" He asked, his shock still evident in his face. "Hey!" He opened the door wider, a sleepy smile on his face. -- WORDS: Who cares? OUFIT: CLICKIEMOOD: Sleepy NOTE: OMG I KNOW! |
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 6, 2013 0:44:07 GMT -6
[[no template until I get around to making her one tomorrow. xP]]
Katt waited, what seemed like an eternity but was only a minute or so, shuffling her feet nervously outside the suite. She hoped that he was there. Surely, he couldn't be asleep. She had rarely ever seen him sleep before about 8:00 a.m. The one time she had... well, let's just say that she had also been so exhausted that she had fallen asleep, and that was an extremely rare occurrence for the small, rebellious hybrid. She smiled a little bit at the memory.
Then, her heightened hearing caught footsteps just inside the door, and a second later the large wooden slab opened, revealing a wet, sleepy Kris. She smiled, just seeing him there making all of her homesickness disappear. She smiled a little wider at his unkempt appearance -- it was obvious that he was getting ready to relax and go to bed. His long black hair clung to the back of his neck (she was not sure he had ever learned the proper use of bath towels) and his sleep pants hung loosely from his oh-so-nicely chiseled hips.
"You look like hell." She said, as she went in for a much-needed hug. She wasn't sure if she should put more clothes on him or take the ones he had on off. She was sure that he would prefer the latter, but instead of do either, she opted for just kissing him, and not caring that he generally wasn't the PDA type. She wasn't entirely sure why -- something to do with his brother, but he had never said exactly what. But right now, she didn't care.
"So, uh... Can I come in?" She asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway and smiling like a newly adopted puppy.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 6, 2013 1:09:35 GMT -6
Kris smirked slightly at her description of what his current state was. He shrugged. "Thanks, I think." He chuckled slightly. He felt the past sleepiness chase away for a little while. He had missed the girl, very much. He wasn't usually one for pining, but with Katt... well... she was worth it. And since pining for her stopped him from worrying what Petros was gonna do to him once his brother found him, then all the better, right? He opened his arms and hugged the girl tightly to himself, breathing in her scent. His heightened sense of smell could pick up all sorts of different scents on her person, but all mixed together made it all uniquely her own.
As she came in for a kiss, he allowed it. He wasn't usually keen on PDA - if Pete saw him, there would be hell and a half to pay - but right now, in his sleepy case, he didn't care. Just being close to Katt - the girl who had stolen his heart - and alone with her, well, it made him realise just how much he missed her when she went away... he rarely let himself get so close to anyone, but Katt was special. He deepened the kiss, as if to prove to himself that she was indeed, special.
As she pulled away, he looked at her with lazy brown eyes and smirked, opening the door wide enough for her to come in. "'Course you can." He murmured. "It's why I gave you the elevator key, isn't it?" He grinned, closing the door behind them. "When did you get back?"
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 6, 2013 8:17:21 GMT -6
Katt leaned into the kiss with him, and smiled when they finally pulled apart. She stepped into the large penthouse, which she had been in many times before but that still felt strangely foreign. She saw the beer sitting on the table and smirked a little bit. Same old Kris.
She turned to face him, sitting on the soft couch. "I flew in about two hours ago. I would have been here at about 3 p.m., but it was storming in London so I had an eight hour layover." She said. It didn't really bother her, partially because biblical-level flooding and storms were nothing new in the soggy city, and partially because the airport had much better food than the airplane ever did, so she had gotten a proper meal for dinner. Things rarely ever bothered Katt. Actually, there were only two things that ever bothered Katt: Grae, and Ancelina. Not to say that there weren't other evil vampires out there, but those were the only two that Katt had a personal vendetta against.
She looked at her sleepy.... person? They had never really officially started dating, even though they were in a definitely exclusive relationship. And even if they had ever officially started dating, it would feel weird calling him her boyfriend. Boyfriend just seemed such a lousy, inaccurate word to describe the Greek man before her, whose relationship to her was so intricate and complicated. He was the only thing that Katt had ever had in her life that was complicated, actually. But oh, how complicated he could be.
She threw that thought around in her mind for a moment, her hyperactive brain unable to stay on one topic for very long. Then she looked back at Kris, and allowed herself to calm down a little bit.
"So, how has life been?" She asked, straying away from questions she really wanted to ask, such as "Can we just cuddle?" and "Can we more than cuddle?" While she would love nothing more than to just bury her face into his chiseled chest, she knew that wasn't his thing, and tried to respect his personal space.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 6, 2013 14:19:42 GMT -6
Kris rubbed the gathering crumbs of sleep out of one eye and watched the girl look around the main room, drinking in the simple, yet elegant, interior. Clicking his tongue softly, he grinned as Deenie's little face popped up slowly, a great yawn practically splitting her face in half, before climbing onto the back of the sofa and lounging there, looking at Katt as if to say, 'very well, pet me if you must.' The little cat seemed to approve of the girl and a purr much too loud for such a small cat broke the silence of the room.
"Storming in London," Kris grinned. "Now that's a novelty." His joke fell a little flat, but it was to be expected this late (early?) in the day. He sat next to her, one band ghosting over her thigh. "Did you want a drink?" He asked softly. Despite his usual nature of being hard-to-read, and stoic, the surprise of seeing Katt somewhat freed his inhibitions. Who gave a fuck what Petros thought? He was having it off with a vampire, last time Kris had checked, probably one just as twisted as he was.
Kris leaned over and kissed Katt's shoulder, his soft lips pressing against her skin. As she asked how life had been, Kris leaned back and shrugged. "Two shows a night, sometimes three if the crowd is really good... Stunts in the early and late afternoon... Sleep and eat whenever I get a chance." He grinned. "Missing the girl who means a lot to my complicated heart..." He put an arm around her at that statement. "Missed you." He murmured. He was feeling more awake than he had a few minutes previous to her arrival. He sighed.
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 6, 2013 16:30:20 GMT -6
Katt smiled at the cat, and reached up to pet the soft fur of its back. The loud rumble of purring permeated the room, and created a strange but not entirely unpleasant background noise. She smiled at his quip, and leaned into him a little bit as he sat next to her. "A drink would be fantastic right now." She answered, responding to his light touch by moving even closer to him. What made physical contact to reassuring, she would never know.
She closed her eyes as he kissed her shoulder, listening to him talk about how much he was working. He really should have given himself a break, but she knew that if he ever stopped moving he might just go mad. Not that a lack of sleep hadn't made him half mad in the past, but she had also seen him not work at all, and it was a sad sight to see.
She adjusted just slightly to allow his arm to snake around her, nuzzling her nose into it a little bit. "I missed you too." She replied, looking at him with a soft smile. "Asia was fun though. I grew a lot of rice..." She said, shrugging. It really seemed to be the main pass-time in Asia, next to proving combat skills anyways, of which Katt had basically none. Sure, she could fend for herself when the need arose, but that was mostly just her vampire instinct kicking in.
She moved so that her whole body faced him, draping her legs over his. It didn't phase her a bit that thousands of girls would love to be in this position right now. She knew it, somewhere in the back of her over-crowded mind, of course, but to her, he wasn't a big-time rockstar illusionist. He was just Kriss, the introverted guy who used a lot of hair product and loved cats. He had a hell of a history, she was sure, but Katt was a very objective person, and didn't really care about it.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 6, 2013 17:37:36 GMT -6
Kris smiled, offering her the unopened beer from the table. With her so close to him, he felt a strange mix of both jazzed and relaxed. He traced a finger along her jawline and leaned forward to kiss her. Just the taste of her kiss made him realise just how much he'd missed her.
It had been a long, long time since he'd felt so close to anyone. According to his brother, Kris wasn't ... Permitted to have intimate relations with anyone other than Petros, who took forcefully anyway, often leaving the younger twin bleeding, broken, humiliated.
He shook the thought away, focusing on Katt. It wasn't that he didn't want a break from time to time, but keeping out of Petros' way was time consuming.
He smiled as she spoke of Asia. At least she'd had fun there. He had wished that he could have run off with her, but... His work was here, and busy minds had little time to be afraid.
He rested a hand upon her knee and traced some unseen pattern upon her skin. Just touching her was relaxing him and he leaned forward to kiss her jaw. This was what he liked - close, quiet, intimate... Not the rowdy, drunk women who fell over themselves offering him a dark corner to enjoy the spoils of war... It was flattering, really, but no... Not his cup of tea.
"Tired?" He asked, nipping at her jaw.
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 6, 2013 18:30:46 GMT -6
Katt kissed him, letting her tongue explore his lip a little bit. Oh, how she had missed kissing him. When they pulled apart, she picked up the beer and took a quick drink, setting it back down onto the table. She had never really been a beer drinker -- most of it tasted horribly and did nothing for her. But this drink wasn't too bad, and she had no inhibitions right now anyway. Not that she really ever did, of course. Since the age of about 6, she had been exploring the world on her own, her dad funding whatever grand trip she had in mind. Her dad did love her, and she knew that. But he was slow and didn't understand her. He tried and he gave her her space, but he would never understand the wild child that had come from two quiet, high-class people.
It was weird sometimes to think of the age difference between them. Kris was 35 when Katt was born. Of course, the werewolf only looked about 30 now, but his real age remained the same. Katt, on the other hand, was only biologically 10, but had the personality and body of a 18 or 20 year old. She was already in her junior year of college, and was on her own and out of her dad's house. But the fact still remained that Kris had basically hit middle age before Katt was even conceived.
She smiled and sighed as he nipped at her jaw, little tingles of electricity going through her. Even though they had gone almost as far as two people could go with each other, they had never actually done it. It wasn't that Katt didn't want to, but Kris' walls were just too high. Katt had only ever gone all the way with one person, and well... she would probably never admit to that, even to Kris.
"Not at all." She said, looking at him. She pulled his jaw up a little, gently, and kissed him again, this time putting her whole self into the kiss. She put her arms around his neck, and touched his still-wet hair. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to make out with him. Almost.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 6, 2013 23:38:45 GMT -6
Kris sighed into the kiss, his arms encircling her body and holding her to him, deftly moving her so that she sat upon his knees. True, he wasn't one to be extremely over the top with affection, but after tonight's grueling performances... Well, his walls were a little lower than usual.
Leaning back, he smiled lazily, his arms still circling her waist, almost protectively, or perhaps he didn't want her to leave again. Either way, he seemed content to sit there, drink her in. But apparently his mind had other ideas, and he leaned forward to nip lightly at her collarbone, running the flat of his tongue over where his teeth had pinched her. Looking up at her, his brown eyes dark with a mixture of alcohol and lust, he smiled slightly. Yes, he had missed her, greatly. Even though their relationship had been 'taking the scenic route' as he had once joked lamely, he missed even the simple things - watching her fall asleep, having breakfast, simple, everyday boring things.
"Well," he murmured. "I'm not sleepy either." His voice was kind of husky and a shy smirk graced his face. "Care to ..." He trailed off. So, maybe he wasn't good with the sexy talk, but the intent was clear in his eyes. He'd meant it when he said he missed her, and had thought about her often. He'd battled the inner demons he possessed about having a relationship with the girl and had decided that, were she still willing to have him, he wouldn't hold back anymore, damn all who opposed him.
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 8, 2013 12:38:04 GMT -6
Katt smiled, as Kris made his intentions obvious. She nuzzled her nose on his, and then kissed him quickly. "Not right now..." She said, leaning forward to grab another swig of the alcohol. "We have literally all the time in the world to do that. Right now I kinda" wanna just... I don't know. Be normal. Jet lag is killer, and I'm probably too tired to do anything anyway." She said, smiling brightly.
She grabbed the TV remote and flipped through the channels absentmindedly. "Seriously, though, if I don't eat take-out for another lifetime or so, my life would be set." She said, her mind wandering aloud. "You know what I haven't had in forever? Cake. I should have gotten cake." She added, as she passed a cooking channel. "If you could have any food in the world, what would it be?" She asked, turning back to Kris. A lot of things could be said about the hybrid, but one of those things would never be about her logical thought processes.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 9, 2013 0:10:14 GMT -6
He smiled, nodding his head and leaning back against the couch. "Jet lag is a bitch." He murmured. He hadn't flown half way across the world and gotten off scott-free... no chance in hell. "But I hate to break it to you, Katt... ain't nothing about us that's normal." He winked cheekily and closed his eyes briefly, before deferring his gaze to the television mounted on the wall.
"It's a good thing that there are expert chefs here, then, isn't it?" He said in response to her statement. "They can make whatever you want, you know that..." He pointed to the phone in the charger on the end table. "Vegas, girl... the city never sleeps. They just don't put that on the town motto, because New York already grabbed it." He smirked.
Considering her next question, he ran a hand through his hair - which was still damp, but drying out - and chewed the inside of his cheek in thought. "Any food in the world?" He asked. "Probably Mama's kapama... she makes the best kapama in the world." He grinned. "It's a vegetable dish - cauliflower, tomato, onion, cinammon and all this other stuff... very tasty, healthy and filling..." He smirked. "What about you?"
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 9, 2013 1:39:20 GMT -6
Katt shot a playful look at her lover. It was true, though, there would never be anything normal about them. A nearly half-century old Greek werewolf from a broken home, come to the States to fulfill his passion of becoming an illusionist. A vampire/human hybrid, barely a decade old, who decided soon after she could walk that she would never accept anything at face value and had set out to discover the world on her own. They were two very unique people, and their relationship was even moreso.
She looked at the phone. That was a very good idea. She got up, and browsed through the "Suggested Dishes" menu set next to the phone. There were definitely perks of this relationship.
As she looked at the delicious food, she listened to him. She would have to try Greek food some time - the way he described it always made it sound so amazing. She considered his counter-question for a moment.
"Spaghetti." She said simply. What could she say, she liked simple dishes. She loved other Italian things, of course. Manicotti, chicken parmesan... But tomato sauce didn't exist in Asia, and she had missed it very much.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 9, 2013 1:54:10 GMT -6
Kris smirked, his head resting on the couch cushion behind him. He couldn't help but be blunt about the normal subject, because it was true. He thought about their relationship... in reality, if they looked their ages, he would have been arrested for child abuse, and that thought sickened him, but Katt had made it clear, and reassured him again and again when his fear got the best of him - that she loved him as much as he loved her.
Closing his eyes, he chuckled as she stated the simple Italian dish and shook his head slightly. "Bolagnaise?" He asked. "Beef or pork?" he smirked. "If you want true Italian, go with pork - so much tastier." He didn't bother to open his eyes, knowing that she knew he was teasing. "Three months without normal food, and only take out to live on... did you have any traditional dishes while in Asia?" He was curious. He was a food freak, and loved all kinds.... the beauty of having a fast metabolism meant he didn't put on any fat with it.
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 9, 2013 2:30:28 GMT -6
Katt shrugged, still reading the menu. "Doesn't just regular beef come with spaghetti? In the meatballs? I don't think I've ever had pork balls. I'll have to try that." She said, as she put her hand on the phone. "Would you like anything?" She asked, as she dialed the number.
After ordering, she nodded. "I had lots of tradtional foods, but I can't tell you what the names of any of them were. One of them was really good though, egg noodles with those little baby bamboo things and what I think was pork but to all of my knowledge could have been roast dog." She shrugged, sitting back down on the couch, leaning on him and tracing circles on his knee. "They eat strange things over there, in my opinion. I loved the sushi, though." She added. Nothing beat a plate of fresh makisushi.
"It must be nice to have a team of chefs on call..." She said, as she started flipping through channels again. The hyper hybrid very rarely lasted through an entire commercial break, let alone an entire TV show.
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