The next text message came just two days later. It said, "Same location."

Rena was heavy into research with the guys, and she knew she couldn't leave them again. She replied back, "Can't."

"Why not?"

"Working."

"Don't care."

"Tough."

Ketch didn't respond after that, and she got back to work. Dean picked up dinner and the three of them ate while they worked. It was well after midnight when Rena started seeing double.

"Guys... we've been at this almost twenty hours. I can't see straight anymore."

"Me either," Sam said as he closed the book in front of him.

"Bed time," Dean said.

"It is for me. Goodnight, guys."

They said goodnight, and Rena went to her room. She pulled her shirt off over her head and a hand covered her mouth from behind. She slammed her foot down on the inside of the intruder's foot. When he backed away she put all her force into throwing her elbow back. When that doubled the figure over, she spun into a kick, knocking the man to the ground. She was lunging for her gun when a familiar English accent called out.

"Do you always treat guests this way?"

"Ketch? How the hell did you get in here?"

"I told you," he said as he stood, "we have access." He dusted off his pants as if she hadn't just worked him over.

"You son-of-a-bitch. What are you doing here?"

"You ignored my text."

"No, I declined your text. There's a difference."

"Well, I figured since you couldn't come to me, I would come to you."

Ketch locked the door.

"You can't be here. Sam and Dean sleep right down the hall."

"I thought you liked the danger?"

He strode toward her and popped open the button on her jeans as he kissed her neck.

"This isn't fair," she said.

"Knowing that those two are just meters away, and the way you make those noises... Well, it will certainly be a challenge."

He slipped his hand down the front of her pants. She gripped his arms to steady herself, and bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. After a moment he stopped and stood in front of her, not touching her at all.

"Should I leave?"

Rena grabbed his neck with both hands and pulled him into a kiss.

"I want you," she whispered. "Even if you do play dirty."

Ketch smiled and pushed down her jeans. They were soon both naked and tangled together in bed. Ketch spent most of Rena's climax with a hand over her mouth, trying to smother her cries and moans. He buried his face in Rena's neck and the pillow beneath her head.

When they caught their breath, Ketch pulled Rena to him so that she was almost on top of him. Her leg draped over his and her arm across his waist.

"I'm sorry I attacked you," Rena said, "but you can't put your hand over a woman's mouth that way."

"Are you serious? Darling, that was a turn on. I told you I love to watch you fight."

"Yeah, but you were on the receiving end of it."

"I got to feel all that strength." Ketch looked down at her with hungry eyes. "I need to get you into the training room. We could have lots of fun."

"You're twisted."

"Am I? You're telling me you don't get turned on when I overpower you?"

"That's what I'm saying."

Ketch flipped her onto her back and pinned her down with her hands above her head. She struggled against him, but couldn't move.

"Knowing that you're at my mercy," he whispered. He kissed her jaw and worked down her neck. "Knowing that I could do anything I want to you?"

Rena moaned and Ketch covered her mouth with his to drown it out.

"You love it," Ketch said. "So, tell me, who is twisted?"

"Let me go," she whispered.

"No, I don't think so."

He pulled her hands down to her sides and moved down enough to take her breast into his mouth.

"You're still mine," he said.

He released one arm and reached for her neck. His hand stretched as if he were trying to decide whether to grab hold or not.

"Damn, you drive me crazy," he said with a sigh.

"I thought you were long past crazy."

Ketch looked into her eyes and grinned. "Nice to meet you Pot. I'm Kettle."

Rena smiled, and couldn't contain the laugh. "Ok," she said. "I admit I'm not all that sane."

"That's why we're a perfect fit."

Ketch pulled her leg onto his hip and they joined together again. Rena fought the urge to scream out when Ketch shifted her hips beneath him and hit that spot over and over again. Ketch alternated keeping her quiet by kissing her and putting his hand over her mouth. Just before her orgasm rolled through her, Ketch's hand covered her. He leaned down next to her ear and growled.

"You just can't keep quiet, can you? You like the way I feel inside you?"

Rena moaned and whimpered.

"Do you like that we could be caught if they hear you scream?"

Rena grazed her teeth over his hand and he pulled it away.

"Just shut up an-"

He kissed her hard and shifted her hips again. She cried out into his mouth, and they were soon limp in each other's arms.

Ketch kissed at her neck. He let his hand trail down her arm and laced their fingers together. The gesture caught Rena off guard. In that moment she was more nervous than when his hand had been at her throat.

Ketch hummed deep in contentment as they kissed. He rolled onto his back and pulled Rena on top of him to straddle his hips. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Ketch rubbed her thighs.

"You are a giant contradiction," she said.

"How so?"

"You go from looking like you're two seconds away from choking me, to this."

"This?"

"Gentle."

Ketch chuckled. "I don't think I've ever been accused of being gentle."

"Really? Not even by that person you cared about?"

Ketch sat up, and with one hand at the back of her head he covered her mouth with the other.

"Do you want me to strangle you? Is that it?" His hand moved to her throat. "Because it would be nothing for me to oblige."

"Could you do it?"

"In a heartbeat."

"No remorse?"

"None."

She believed him, and yet something in his eyes made her think he might hesitate.

"Do you want to do it?"

"Strangle you?"

"Yes."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"This isn't the first time you've had your hand at my throat."

"You provoke me."

"So, you want to."

"If I wanted to do it, I would have done it already." He lowered his hand to her breast. "Why would I want to destroy someone who brings me pleasure?"

"What if you were ordered to?"

Ketch eyed her for a moment. His lips brushed over hers and he exhaled.

"I always follow orders," he said. "Stay on their good side, and we have nothing to worry about."

"And how do I stay on their good side?"

"Don't get in their way."

Rena ran her hand down his chest.

"And if I tie you up and keep you here as my sex slave? Would that get in their way?"

Ketch smiled and lay back. "Darling, I don't think I would care at that point."

"You would let me tie you up?"

"No. Years of self-preservation wouldn't allow it."

Rena lay at his side. "I'm exhausted."

Ketch pulled her lips to his then tucked her head under his chin.

"Sleep."

"Can I trust you here with all of us asleep?"

"I won't leave this bed. I promise."