Kat's story

The orphanage...

"Oh sugar!" Kat swore politely as she nicked her finger on the knife. Putting the tip of her finger in her mouth, she quickly stopped chopping and reached for the first aid box she always kept close by.

She was usually very punctual when it came to chopping food and cooking, but recently, ever since her and Father Anderson had become a proper couple, she was finding it hard to concentrate on other things. She would constantly think about him and the problem was, although she loved him greatly, she would always remember that night after the battle. The night when they'd confessed their love for each other. The nigh Alex had taken her as his.

Unfortunately, whenever she did think about it, she blushed profusely, lost concentration on whatever she was doing and groaned in frustration.

She wrapped the dark blue plaster around her finger and quickly mentally slapped herself, before getting back to work, her full concentration on chopping.

'Now is not the time to think about him. You'll be seeing him in a while anyway. It's fine. Fine.' Kat thought to herself as she got back to her fast and easy rhythm of chopping, smiling proudly as she managed to successfully finish the last of the batch.

Throwing the onions in the pan, she mixed in all the other spices and herbs and began to stir.

For the rest of the evening, she spent busying herself cooking, before it was finally time to see Alex again.

She practically skipped down the hallway, smiling like a fool as she went up stairs and down the familiar long, winding hallways.

Soon enough, a great set of oak doors came to her view and she quickly checked her reflection in a passing window (she wasn't vain, she just didn't want to see Alex and have him chuckle at her 'hat hair'), flattening out the wild and loose strands.

She came up to the doors and confidently knocked on them.

"Come in." Alex' voice came from within and Kat couldn't help but smile more at the familiar warm voice.

She opened the door and quickly entered, shutting it behind her without gazing into the room first.

"Hello Father," she made sure the doors were closed before turning around, "I just finished up and-and...and...," She stumbled off, her eyes wide open and her jaw agape as she stared at the vision before her.

Alexander was busy changing his top, just placing on a new black one. His hair was still dripping wet from the shower he just had and was busy running a towel through it. She wouldn't have minded so much, except Kat's eyes seemed fixated open the wet, toned and slightly hairy chest of his, her body seeming to recreate in such away she could barely talk.

"Kitten, you're right on time," he dried his hair and smiled at her innocently, "and we've talked about this, you've no need to call me that when we're alone together. It's Alex....Urm...Kitten? Are ye' al right?"

Kat seemed slightly stupefied.

She stood there for a while, rooted to the spot.

It wasn't until he had approached her that she seemed a little more responsive.

"Urm...sorry?" She looked up, feeling a little flustered and fixating her eyes to his.

"I asked if you're al right, ye' look awfully flushed Kitten." He stepped towards her, his hand out-stretched and Kat had to stop herself from Jumping back as it came into contact with hers. She was hot indeed, as even fresh out of the shower, Alex' hands felt cool compared to hers.

"A little hot," he leant forward and placed the palm of his hand against her forehead as he gazed into her eyes, "feeling ill kitten?"

Kat gulped down the saliva that was collecting in her throat.

"No...Just...cooking, that's all. Cooking." She smiled and tried to think logically, knowing she must have sounded like a naughty schoolgirl. Not an image she wanted right now, especially when she could easily in vision Alex as the teacher he once was.

"Good, means I can still give you today's kiss."

Kat stayed still as his lips touched hers and her eyes wandered shut as his mouth moved against hers.

It was one of those kisses that made her day and filled her head up with lots of wonderful words and images of love. It wasn't until his hot tongue slipped into her mouth and that ache down in the very bottom of her stomach began that she pulled away and jumped back, like a frightened rabbit.

"No..Urm...I'm done with dinner...but...Pack-up! Urm...well pack-up and breakfast for tomorrow," Kat quickly fiddled with the door handle behind her and managed to open it, successfully not stumbling backwards, "yes...busy night...everyone's mission. Can't stay. Love you. Bye."

Alex went to speak but was stopped as Kat practically slammed the door behind her, the sound of her footsteps hurriedly scurrying away down the hallway.

Alex sighed and lowered his head, gazing down at his trousers.

"Ya' know, I think she hates us." He chuckled and talked to that part of his anatomy. Problem is, although he had promised devotion to God, he did love Kat.

She was beautiful and strong and God good did he have a wonderfully vivid imagination. Seeing her all flustered, thinking she was ill, he tried not to in-vision her dressed up as a nurse and asking for-

'No! Bad Alex!' Alex shook his head and ran straight back into his bathroom.

He definitely needed another shower now. Much colder.