Today was the first day of school...good god...
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"You're cheating." Catherine accused blatantly as she stared at the chess board. Each player had taken possession of one another's queens as well as rook's and a handful of pawns. Currently Catherine's pristine white king was cornered by darkened soldiers of the opposite player. The pieces meshed together like a colorless goulash.

"You're just a sore loser." Jonathan replied simply as he flicked her king over with his fingers. Suddenly he stood up as if getting an idea. "What time is it?" Catherine took a moment to respond as she was too busy glowering at the chess board.
"Um...8:46...pm, in case you were wondering." Catherine said sarcastically as she reached upwards, craning her back, creating small popping sounds as she stretched. She suddenly stopped as she smelt something more delicious than anything she had ever sensed before. She turned her head and peered over the counter, her nose resting on the granite. She watched Jonathan; eyes peeled.
"What are you doing?"
"Making dinner."
"Didn't we already have dinner?"
"No, that was a late lunch."

Catherine sighed as she stood up straight, raising her hand dismissively she responded: "Technicalities." Suddenly her face turned suspicious as she leaned forward. "You never cook." Jonathan smirked sardonically.
"I cook all the time."

I think she was referring to edible things.

Catherine snorted. "I'm talking about things made in something other than a lab." She moved to his side as she started to sort through the cupboards above the stove which contained spices. More than once Jonathan and Catherine would bump into each other, sending each other off balance or causing them to drop something.

"What are we making?" Catherine asked finally satisfied with the wide range of spices and vegetables she had stolen from Jonathan's kitchen. Jonathan raised a brow.

We?

This should be interesting.

Jonathan coughed in amusement. "As I recall the last time you cooked, we had to give quite the explanation to the tenants above us when the vents started to spew black smoke."
Catherine glared at him. "How was I supposed to know that the sausage was still wrapped in plastic?"

Look at the fucking food before you start cooking it.

Jonathan was thinking along similar lines before his sight was clouded by a white puff. Apparently he had 'zonked' out a bit long again, as a handful of the flower that he had taken out of the cupboard only moments ago was now suddenly in his hair and face. His train of thought was derailed as his eyes darkened.

She. Is. Dead.

Don't kill her, it'd be such a hassle to clean.

Jonathan smirked, his demeanor suddenly changing. His entire aura suddenly dropped as a frightening chill filled the room. He was radiating danger and dominance. Catherine gulped, and without any hesitation darted from the kitchen at a desperate attempt to escape to the hall, then to her room. Sadly Jonathan anticipated this and was on her before she had gone five feet. They both tumbled to the floor and the air rushed out of her as she landed painfully on her back. She looked up and saw that Jonathan had disappeared if only for a moment.

"It was just a joke!" Catherine wheezed loudly as she attempted to push herself up. She was stopped however when she felt a foot push her back to the ground. Pressure was applied as a voice that only vaguely resembled Jonathan's whispered in her ear.
"You'll be staying on the ground for this."

She shivered involuntarily. The voice made her want to hide underneath her covers while at the same time stroke the face that the voice originated from. It was a chillingly familiar feeling. Catherine opened her eyes when the pressure on her chest was suddenly removed. She squeezed them shut quickly however as she saw Jonathan, hands above his head, and in his hands, the container of flower.

It fell like a soft powder of snow, yet not nearly as gentle. It infested her nostrils and made her throat feel dry. No matter how tightly her eyes were closed, they still seemed to suffer from the infesting whiteness. She shook her head, causing her hair to fall haphazardly in front of her face, the brown randomly pigmented in white. She glared up at the smirking face of Jonathan, now contorted with some sort of sick pleasure.

"You're a sadist." She claimed, pointing at him accusingly.
"You're a masochist and a sore loser." Jonathan replied, his voice no longer as scratchy and deep as before, but certainly still menacing. He sighed and went back into the kitchen. He returned with the bottle of wine that had been opened the night before. He looked at her pointedly.
"I refuse to continue at the pointless task of making a meal if you will constantly become an obstacle to refinement of the finished project. And so, we drink." He raised the bottle as if to emphasize his statement. He handed her the bottle and Catherine took it appreciatively. She gulped down loudly. She looked over at Jonathan as she brought the bottle to her lips again.

"You may want to slow down." Jonathan pointed out, not really caring if she did. Catherine sneered at him even though her mind was feeling slightly fogged. "You know..." Catherine began after taking yet another sip. Jonathan had yet to drink any. Catherine's words began to slur slightly. "I think you do it on purpose."
"Hmmm?" Jonathan asked watching the girl in front of him. She was becoming increasingly interesting.

So naive.

Too easy.

"You know, the whole 'know it all' attitude that you have...along with that infuriating smile."
Jonathan smirked. "Which one?" He asked playfully. He slowly reached for the bottle, pulling it away from Catherine. Her eyes widened as she pointed at his face like a small child entranced by a toy.
"That one! THAT! That stupid smirk! It-it-..." Catherine said shaking her head as if trying to decide something.

"What?" Jonathan pushed. Catherine looked up at him for a moment before she leaned back, laying on the carpeted floor as if she were about to close her eyes, but instead she merely watched the ceiling. Jonathan watched her, he knew that this was one of the many things she did while he was sleeping and she was avoiding the darkness in her mind. She would think as her eyes would wander. Finally Catherine sighed.

"I don't know whether I'm revolted by it, or attracted to it."

Jonathan studied her silently as she moved onto her side, her face looking up at his as her legs curled up into her, similar to that of an embryo. With her free hand she reached toward his face and pulled his glasses off. She looked as if she were about to say something before she decided against it as she put his glasses on. Her eyes widened then narrowed. Finally she took the glasses off and shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.

"You're really blind aren't you?"

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Catherine's head was against the table as she rubbed her temples violently.
"I am never drinking alcohol again." Jonathan smirked from his other side of the table as he cradled a cup of coffee.
"I did tell you to slow down."

She only grumbled in reply. She rested her chin on the table and looked at her psychiatrist.
"what?" Jonathan asked looking into her eyes. She shrugged.
"Nothing just thinking."

Jonathan smirked before he leered at her. "About me?" Against her will Catherine's face went redder than a tomato as it warmed involuntarily. She looked off to the side. "You wish."
Suddenly Jonathan's face was there next to hers, his lips gracing the shell of her ear.

"You're right." He stood up as if nothing happened as he went for the front door. "Oh Catherine?" She looked at him glass eyed as her thoughts wandered back to his lips. He noted the confused and starved look on her face an inwardly a darker part of him took pleasure from it.
"I'll be late from work, try not to kill yourself."