"Shouldn't be so complicated.
Just hold me and then,
Just hold me again.".....Matchbox 20

Pete didn't even bat an eyelash as he simply put his hands on her shoulders and started spreading the salve over the various cuts on her skin. "I'm spreading healing oil on your back. This stuff not only has healing properties, it's got a good old local aenesthetic too -- a mild one, mind you -- so it'll help at least take away the surface pain. It doubles as massage oil too, so I'm going to work on the mass of knots I'm seeing here. Any questions?"

Katya didn't know how to respond to that, so she simply said "No" and waited to see if this was going to be hell or what. As he spread the oil over her back, she marveled at how careful he was and how well that stuff was working. The painful burning immediately started to abate and she started to feel more like her normal self again. He waited for it to take full effect and then, spreading more oil onto his hands, he prepared to massage her back. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, clenching his jaw despite himself. For her it was probably no big deal, but for him this was a living hell. His whole body felt like one giant nerve attached to his hands each time he stroked her skin, and it wasn't made any easier by trying to think of her as just a patient who needed tending. He just prayed that she didn't ask what was sticking into her back or they were going to have a very awkward conversation coming up.

He put his hands on her back after a couple of preparatory moments and, as he attacked the first group of knots in her back, felt as well as heard her sigh and relax underneath his hands. "Thank you." The words were simple enough, but for some odd reason hearing them coming from her mouth sounded sensual at that moment. He mentally shook himself and worked on another group of muscles. Thinking that conversation would help to take his mind off her bare flesh, he thought for a minute and then said, "I'm sorry about Rahne attacking you today. I realize it's my fault." Katya made a contented sound as he stroked the muscles in her back, feeling herself if possible melting into the sheets beneath her. "It's alright. I knew pretty much that you had no idea how she actually felt about you and that it'd get sticky with us spending time together. No one got killed, and with her partial healing factor she'll heal in no time. No harm done really. It was worth it." Pete stopped massaging her back at that partially muttered comment and couldn't help asking, "Pardon? Why was it worth it to get the hell beaten out of you for her having feelings about me?" Katya's hair had started to come out of the strand of cloth she had tied around it, so when she twisted slightly to look back at Pete it came out and her hair tumbled around her shoulders in disarray. She chuckled, amused for some odd reason, and blew her hair out of her eyes and, reaching up, tucked a couple of stray strands behind her ear. Looking up at Pete after the laughter had subsided, she let seriousness enter her eyes, "Because I got to spend time with you alone, I guess. It was nice getting to know one another without Rahne making an obstacle of herself. It was worth it to me."

Pete was stunned and felt his hands fall to his sides in shock. He'd never had someone say something like that to him before. His company being enjoyable was news to him for one thing, but someone liking to be alone with him, especially a woman as noble and as gorgeous as her, was new to him. He glanced down at her, knowing that the shock was in his eyes, but not caring, "You?? You think that getting the hell beat out of you and taking on a mutant that could very well have killed you was worth it to get to know me and have time alone with me???" Katya watched as he got off her and knelt down by the side of the bed so he could look her straight in the eye while asking that question, and she couldn't lie to him or to her. She looked him straight in the eye, twisting around a bit to do so, and said, "Yes, I did. Don't you know that I'd walk through hell barefoot and storm the gates if it meant that I'd get to spend a little more time with you? I know that probably is going to make our relationship awkward because you probably don't feel the same but..." She never got to finish the sentence because Pete got the basic idea and simply cut off her sentence with his lips. His tongue didn't ask for permission to enter so much as demanded, and she didn't mind one bit. She opened to him and let him in, letting their tongues do an intricate dance around one another. When he retreated back to his own mouth, she followed him, wanting -- no, needing -- more. His mouth broke away from hers a few seconds later and she gasped in air, which she quickly lost again as his mouth traced a path from her mouth across her cheek. As his tongue traced the outside of her ear, the sensitive skin behind it and then dipped inside, she groaned and angled her head to give him better access, feeling her body catch fire it seemed from within, settling into a riptide of heat in her lower body.

He traced a line from her ear down her neck, using his teeth and lips to create new kinds of torture as he went. As his lips traced a path across her shoulder, Katya felt the sensitized flesh still fresh from her scratches igniting under his touch. He ran a path across her shoulders and down the center of her back until his body was beside hers on the bed and he was half lying atop her. She could feel the heat radiating from his flesh and that ignited her desire more.

He marched a path down her back and up again, his teeth creating new sensory impressions that left her one big nerve, it seemed. She felt the blood rushing in her ears, the room seemed brighter, and she wanted to touch him back so badly that she felt she might explode with the need. She had her fists clenched into the bottom sheet of the bed to give her at least something to keep them busy and, as his mouth moved up the side of her neck, his breath in her ear causing her to shudder even more, she felt the cloth starting to give with her white knuckled grip. Pete laid his head alongside of hers, his body pressed on top of hers lightly, and she felt him get control of himself as much as he was able. She didn't want control. She wanted heat, and passion and everything that came with it. Following instinct she felt where his heat was pressing into her insistantly and arched into him, feeling his body's answering shudder and the tightening of muscles that wanted this as much as she. Pete took a deep breath and, turning his head to look into her eyes, grey so close to a color somewhere between brown and hazel that it was as if she could look into the depths of his soul, he managed to breath out, each breath puffing against her lips, "If... you want me... to stop... now would... be a good time to tell me. 'Cause after this it's not going... to really be an issue." Katya answered simply by leaning toward him slightly and tracing the shape of his mouth with her tongue, and then spoke as he was recovering from the sensory overload, so close her lips moved over his as she spoke, creating a pleasant sensation, "If you stop now, I'll kill you. And I'll make it painful." With that Pete was gone. He could feel his mind fly into oblivion and his body take over as he rolled to the side, his lips already finding hers with savage intent.

Katya met him passion for passion, as she reached down and yanked his shirt from his pants, her hands not even bothering with the buttons as she slid her hands underneath to find the flesh that had been hidden from her for so long. She ran her hands over his crisp chest hair, loving the difference in texture. Pete leaned back and she groaned in protest. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

That was all she needed to hear and she watched, dry mouthed, as he quickly unbuttoned a couple more buttons on his shirt and sent it sailing somewhere in the room, not really caring where it landed, and neither did he. He then looked down at her and the sight of her bare breasts caused such an explosion of heat in his eyes that she was amazed the bedding didn't catch fire. "You are beautiful." The words were simple but the passion in them was not to be denied, and she felt herself flush in pleasure at the comment. He leaned down arms on either side of her head to give him a better angle. His tongue running over her collarbone met with a slight gasp of pleasure, and, when he traced a path to her breasts, she felt the fire in her ignite into an inferno. When his mouth found her nipples and suckled one into his mouth, her back came off the bed as the inferno exploded. She groaned. She panted. She whimpered, and still the torture continued. She finally wasn't taking any more, and yanked slightly on his hair, pulling his willing body back up to her mouth. Their tongues dueled with frenzied intent while Katya let her hands run over his back and chest. Figuring that she'd liked having herself touched there, she touched his nipples, which caused him to groan hoarsely. She did it again and she got a groan and a shudder. Curious, she slid down his body, her tongue traversing her own path this time, running over his flesh like fire. When she flicked her tongue over the tight nubs, he reacted with a total loss of control. He slid down the bed after her, his hands reaching for her as she laughed in pure joyous fun.

He put his forehead to hers, his arms trapping hers to her body, and laughed hoarsely. "God, woman you've been driving me insane and you just keep getting better at it. Keep this up, this thing is going to be done before it even gets started." Katya grinned mischieviously up at him and then flicked her tongue over the small indentation in his chin. He groaned and let his neck arch into her touch, abandoning himself to the laving. He untrapped her hands, which she made good use of, reaching down and finding his zipper between their bodies. As she unzipped his pants he smiled with savage passion and said, "Fair's fair. You do to me, I do to you." With that he reached down and, reaching around her skimpy underwear, felt and found her warm center, entering a finger into her. She completely forgot about everything in that moment and arched into him with a small cry, trying to get closer to him somehow. He withdrew his finger, having felt the reward of her readiness, and finding the nubbin within her woman's flesh flicked it. Katya felt a scream trapped in her throat as a wave of pleasure caught her in its grasp. When it subsided slightly, she knew she'd had enough, and reaching down simply pushed Pete's pants out of the way as much as possible. "Off." The order was given and Pete was in no mood to deny.

He kicked his pants and boxers onto the end of the bed and off as Katya kicked her underwear off somewhere into next week for all she cared anymore. He took a detour coming back to the bed, which had Katya following him curiously with her eyes as she lay on the bed. He walked to the bureau where he had left most of the stuff Romany had brought and, reaching for the bottle of scotch as well as some ice cubes, filled up a glass with the potent liquor. Katya couldn't believe his timing, "I swear to you if you're going to get drunk and walk away now, I WILL kill you." Pete turned around and walked toward her with the glass, comfortable with his nudity, and as he walked toward her said, "Shhh. Now then, be a wonderful great woman and roll over, would you?" Katya shook her head and rolled over onto her stomach, wondering what he was up to. She heard him put the glass down on the bedside table, and then the clinking of glass. As she felt ice suddenly on the heat of her back a second later, she jumped. "Pete? What?" Pete said simply, "Romany told me to put ice on your back. I'm just following orders. After a fashion." With those words she felt his tongue skim over where the ice cube had been a moment before, and the contrast of heat and cold drew a groan from her throat. Pete groaned right along with her. The taste of scotch off her flesh was something that had intrigued him, but the taste was something he'd never believed possible before. It was better than straight scotch. Scotch with a passion chaser, he thought to himself, you couldn't beat that.

He stroked down her back in long icy trails and then equally hot strokes of his tongue, cleaning up any mess that he happened to make in creative fashions. When he pulled on her shoulder she didn't ask twice, she simply flipped over onto her back and felt the icy presence deliver the same torture to her front. Pete held the ice cube in his mouth when he went over her breasts and the icy texture and the passion was just too much. She reached down and, pulling him up to her, took the ice cube from his mouth with her teeth and slid it down his throat. He groaned and, when she motioned, he slipped onto his back without protest. She slid her tongue over him, reaching down to refill on ice cubes when it finally melted in her mouth. She made her way down to his shaft slowly and slowly encircled it with her mouth, enjoying how he came off the bed with a sound as if his body was being torn apart -- but in a pleasureable way. She let him slide out of her mouth slowly, and she slid back up his body sensually, until she was even with him again. He rolled her back over onto her back using a move she hadn't seen coming and she scowled at him, amused. "Cute. NOW where are you going?" Pete simply rolled off her for a moment and then, reaching over, put the glass on the other side of the bedside table. "Just in case you thrash around, luv." Katya wondered what he was talking about when he suddenly was on her again, his mouth finding her heat with unerring accuracy. As his tongue lapped into her, she couldn't help his name from slipping past her lips in a near shout. He seemed to like the demand in it, the sound of it period. He stopped what he was doing, which caused her to growl at him, and he smiled as he moved quickly up her body.

He was a liquid stream of heat sliding over her body and capturing her mouth, as she reached down and, taking his heat into her hand, guided him to her opening. Pete searched for a second, found what he was looking for, and tried to slowly enter her. She wasn't having any of that, though. She locked her legs around his hips and arched upward, drawing him into her up to the hilt. There was a moment of pain that quickly passed for her, her body not being accustomed to any type of invasion, and Katya followed her instincts. Her hips rocked into his, causing a groan to escape him, and giving up the control he'd been trying to get to give her time to adjust to him he pulled almost out of her and sank back in, hearing her whimper of pleasure only urging him on. They rocked together, their bodies coming together with an increasing rhythm heading toward... something. Katya suddenly went rigid, her lower body tightening upon itself, and suddenly she exploded. Her world was suddenly waves of pleasure that crashed into her with waves of color and sensations she'd never known existed, barely hearing as Pete let out a hoarse shout as he reached his own climax.

After a few moments he collapsed on top of her, his breath still coming in gasps. Their heartbeats slowed down gradually. Katya felt simple contentment feeling his weight on top of her, and knew that if she had her way she'd never move again. After a few more moments, though, Pete withdrew from her and rolled over onto his side, taking her with him so she was nestled into the hollow of his shoulder. "We'll avoid the wet spot this way." The tone was matter of fact but greatly pleased, and Katya couldn't help the laugh that erupted from her throat and spilled out of her. She choked for a couple of minutes to reduce her laughter and then, looking down at Pete, said, "Well, thank you, Mr. Courtesy. I appreciate knowing that." She chuckled a couple more times as she laid her head back on his shoulder. She heard his heartbeat and was on the verge of going to sleep, warm and secure in his arms, when she heard him speak, "You should probably know I love you. Seemed easiest to say now for some odd reason. Probably 'cause you almost killed me just now." Katya snuggled closer to him and managed to mutter, "I love you too. I just thought you'd like to know too, since I'll probably try to wear you out later." She heard his amused chuckle just as she was lost to her own contented exhaustion.