Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2019 21:32:28 GMT -5
(OFF CAMERA || 01-13-2012)
Kaitlynn Stryfe was nervous, but to simply call her jittery state a condition of nothing more than nerves was a bit of an understatement. Making her way out the elevator, with her greenish eyes hidden behind Jackie O style sunglasses and her dark hair secured in a bun and hidden beneath the hood of her jacket, she wasn't very recognizable. Thankfully there had been additional rooms available in the hotel when she'd gotten the idea to book another room under an assumed name, that name being one of her favourite literary heroines, Jane Eyre.
Moving quickly down the hall, she pulled the keycard from her pocket, nearly dropping it on the floor. For the first time in months, she was being very bold in her sneaking around and was somewhat concerned it was going to come back to bite her in the ass. Finally arriving at the room at the end of the long hall, she took a look over her shoulder and then swiped the card in the lock, breathing a sigh of relief when it opened. Stepping inside, she immediately took off the sunglasses and dropped them on the table before crossing the room to draw the curtains. Lowering the hood, she pulled the elastic from her hair and let it cascade around her shoulders as she peeked through the small gap at the street below.
The cars passed by through the window, and the only sound more noticeable than the engines as they moved was that of running water squeaking to a stop. The man she had come to meet had already apparently arrived as the bathroom door peered open and his brown eyes looked out towards her. "You should be a secret agent. I can hear like a bat, and I didn't even notice you came in till about two seconds ago."
She grinned, turning around to meet his stare, "sorry. Didn't mean to creep around like a ninja." The smile on her lips made her words more teasing than they would have normally been, "thankfully I left my throwing stars and my dagger at home, so you're safe."
"That's a good sign. I'm not in any shape to defend myself against a ninja attack at the moment." Water beaded on the face and upper body of Christian Kincaid as he walked back from the door, leaving it open for her. "You can come join me if you want, just didn't know how long it would be so I took a shower and about to do a bit of oral hygiene. Nothing you haven't seen in here before."
She moved closer, nodding, "nothing I wouldn't mind seeing a million more times, either. I enjoy the view." Leaning against the door, she unzipped her light jacket, revealing a form fitting and somewhat see-thru sports bra underneath. "I dressed for a workout," she said with another smile, watching him in the mirror's reflection, "figured that was close enough to the truth."
He looked at her reflection in the glass, nodding his head with an approving smile. "I can see that. Sorry if I showed up a little underdressed." He shot her a wink, glancing over to his clothes that were stacked on the end of the counter, as he stood with a hunter green bath towel wrapped around his waist. "Make yourself comfortable. Need something before I start anyway..." He trailed off, turning around to face her as he shared a kiss with her for a moment and retrieved his toothbrush. "Much better!"
She waited until he'd applied the toothpaste and had the brush in his mouth before she inched closer, one hand resting against the counter while the other stretched out and brushed the edge of the towel he had wrapped around himself. "Underdressed... overdressed..." she slipped around behind him and ran her hands over his back, "maybe you're dressed just right, and I'm the one who should be peeling off layers, hmm?" Her hands slid around to the front, slowly exploring every familiar curve and contour of muscle.
The scrubbing of the brush in his mouth was the only sound at this point as he grinned towards her reflection in the mirror. His eyes watched her hands briefly as he spat out a bit of the toothpaste. "I'm sure they will find a home on the floor soon enough. I missed you, didn't hear anything out of you for a few days. No texts, no Twitter, nothing. Was beginning to worry I had done something wrong and made you not want to see me anymore."
"I know," she said with a small sigh, "it just seems that every time I get on Twitter these days I end up getting so angry over..." she hesitated, refusing to say the name of her arch nemesis, "you know who." Leaning her head against his shoulder, she gave him a squeeze, "nothing you could ever do would make me not want to see you anymore. I've grown quite attached to you."
"I'm glad to hear it. You got me worried." He went back to brushing away, taking a break again and spitting out the paste before he spoke. "This is going to sound like a dumb question. But bear with me. If you are happy with me...and you enjoy spending time with me...why are you fighting some delusional bitch for Alex? Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I lead the perfect life and am doing everything the right way. But if I were in your shoes, I'd wonder what I was fighting her to hold onto."
A sort of silence fell over the room as she bit her lip, shaking her head. Continuing to lean against him, she said nothing for a few seconds before whispering three words, "I don't know."
He leaned down, filling a small cup with water and rinsing his mouth quickly before drying it on a towel and turning around to face her. "See, the question I'd ask myself is if I have a choice, who am I going to want to spend my time with?" A warm smile came over his face before he shared a kiss with her. "I'd ask you that question, but....you already made the choice. You're here. With me. And from what I can tell...you seem very happy to me." His arms slid around her waist, hugging her against his body. "What do you think?"
"I am happy," she murmured, stretching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly on the lips, "being with you makes me feel so," another kiss was shared, "alive." Breathing that last word against his mouth, she leaned back so she could look into his eyes, "I'm not fighting her because of him. I'm fighting her for me. Because I don't like having people treat me like that. It's stupid, I know, but it's the only reason I have now."
"I understand that. I'm not questioning your motives or your reasoning for what you are doing. I'm just curious why a beautiful and sexy woman like you who can have anyone she wants at any time is fighting over a guy who hasn't even come out publicly and said he supports you 100%. He's sitting the fence on this whole thing, and I believe if he just said straight out that he is completely in your corner, it'd have stopped this whole thing before it started." Burying his head into the crook of her neck, he began pressing kisses along the soft flesh there before whispering. "If you're worried that he's the only one that loves you, you have nothing to worry about."
"You..." she made a small sound that was almost a cat-like purr, almost melting in his arms, "love me?" Before he could answer, she slid her hands down his back and beneath the towel, pulling him closer against her before whispering her reply, "that's good, because I love you, too. That's mostly why I've been avoiding you so much lately. I was afraid of what I've been feeling."
He moved his head back, looking into her eyes and pressing a small kiss to her forehead as he held her. "You shouldn't be afraid of your feelings. You are only doing what makes you happy. And that is never a bad thing, in my opinion. And yes, I do love you." His eyes found hers. "Are you still afraid?"
"Not in the least," she said without hesitation, "being honest with you... hell, being with you right here, right now... is exactly where I should be and what I should be doing."
"I'm glad to hear it. I don't want you to be afraid around me. I don't really even like the fact that you have to hide me. But it's alright. There's no one else I'd rather be their secret than you. I want to show you something." Another kiss before he moved around behind her, letting her stand in the mirror's reflection. "Do you see that woman right there? She is amazing. No two ways about it. Perfect from head to toe. A little flawed on the inside, like everyone else. But those flaws only make her more beautiful." A kiss to her neck, he propped his chin onto her shoulder. "I read somewhere that when the ancient Persians made carpets, they only made one flaw within them because they believed nothing was perfect." Another kiss. "And most people can't even find the one flaw within them. Only certain people. And those who can see them...they appreciate them even more as a result for being the stunning work of art they are. I don't care about your flaws, Kitty. Not when I'm all but blinded by the rest of the perfection that I see inside you."
She nodded, stunned by the honesty of his words, and the sincerity with which he'd said them. "That's..." her voice trembled slightly, "that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said." Turning around, she put her back to the mirror so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. This one lasted a lot longer as she returned his sentiment with passion that nearly took his breath away.
The kiss lasted for what felt like much longer than it actually did, their foreheads touching as they looked into one another's eyes. "I will always only tell you the truth, how I feel." Another kiss met. "It's been too long. We got some time to make up. Come to bed with me?" He asked, though he was fairly sure he knew the answer.
"Of course!" She chuckled softly, breaking away from him only to catch his hand and pull him towards the bed.
A grin formed on his face as he followed her out. "Good to know I didn't get all cleaned up for nothing..."
