Michael was standing in the door way to the kitchen before Kat could finish screaming, knife drawn, and ready to kill. He walked toward the the two men, glaring at them through the plastic of his mask.
"Calm down, big boy," the man from Kat's dream said holding his hands up in surrender, "we're just here to talk, after all, Kathryn here hasn't met her dad before."
Michael backed down and moved to stand protectively next to Kat, knife ready. He looked as if nobody was going to touch her and get away from it, but Kat was his after all.
"Who are you?" Kathryn asked looking at the two men standing in front of her. She took a step forward, "What are you doing here?"
"Clueless little Kitten, doesn't even know her own father when she sees him," Freddy said shaking his head, "or uncle Freddy?"
"Freddy, Freddy Krueger?" Kat asked, "I've heard about you, Da—Dr. Loomis told me about you forever ago."
"This silent lump is Jason, Kat meet your father," Freddy said thumping Jason on the back.
Kat took a step closer to them, but Michael blocked her way with his arm. Kat just stopped and smiled up at him. "Freddy, Dad, meet my Mr. Silent, Michael Myers," Kat said looking from one person to the next, "Michael, stop it, I just want to get a little closer."
Michael stepped back and watched as the girl went and hugged her dad, and then Freddy. She was smiling and even laughed when Freddy tried to make a pass at her. All the while Michael was feeling his anger growing. Anger at these people, and anger at Kathryn.
"Come and sit down, I'm going to go have a private talk with Michael, he doesn't seem overly excited that you're here," Kat said when she looked over at the man standing behind her, he was nearly shaking with rage.
Kat held out her hand, unsure of Michael's current mood, she was half afraid of him right now. Michael brushed it away and walked up the stairs into the room Kat was using. Kat followed close behind.
"Michael, what's wrong?" Kat asked touching the side of his face, "why are you so angry?" She pressed her lips to his plastic ones gently.
Michael wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his hands up and down her back calming himself and her.
Kat made a soft mewling noise in the back of her throat and pressed herself against him. She gasped as his hands trailed up the back of her shirt and around the front to cup her breasts. She had decided not to wear a bra that morning, a decision that she now was happy about.
Michael turned her around and slipped the cloth over her head and caressed her skin with the back of his hands. She moaned and leaned her head back against his chest, his hands moved down to her pants, a soft pop and zipping noise filled her ears before the cool air of the house touched more of her bare skin.
Kat whimpered when the warmth of Michael's chest left her back, but moments later she was pressed up against him again, this time skin on skin. Michael fingered the lace of her underwear before he slowly pulled it off.
"Please Michael, I can't wait, I need you now," Kat said her breaths coming out in short gasps. She screamed softly when Michael bent her over the bed and slid into her. He waited only a moment before pumping into her hard and fast.
It took only minutes for Kat to go spinning over the edge, and Michael followed her a few thrusts later.
Reluctantly, a few minutes later, Kat put her clothes back on and walked to the door. "I've got to go entertain our guests, come down when your ready," She said, almost glowing from what just transpired.
When she entered the living room two sets of eyes turned to her. Freddy grinned, "So how was that 'talk'?"
AN: Probably only one chapter after this one. R&R!