Aaaaand, a Lemon!

This is going to be set after Reid finds out Kat is a werewolf. Do you know the scene I'm thinking of? Yeah, it's the one where she's naked on his couch. Come on, guys. We all know we wanted more. (Yes, even me, and I'm the author!)

The walls were bland. White. No, not white. More a... light skintone, maybe? Kat tilted her head, narrowing her eyes, and then caught herself and nearly snorted aloud. What the hell was she doing, assessing the decorating skillz of one Mrs. Garwin?!

Garwin.

Decorating.

Ah, yes.

The reason she was putting real effort into figuring out the exact shade of the wallpaper of Mrs. Garwin's home was... slightly less amusing. Oh, come on, Kat. Who are you trying to fool? You're in Reid's house, on his sofa, covered by his blanket. And you're naked.

"Perfect," Kat mumbled. "My own brain is against me."

Thank god he was out of the room. Thank god he hadn't seen her Change back. Thank god he-

Was right there, actually.

Kat gulped as discreetly as possible, blinking up at him. Reid Garwin himself, Asshole and Life-Saver Extraordinaire, was standing in the doorway leading out of whatever room he'd left her in, holding what looked like disinfectant and a stack of prepackaged bandages. Red Cross approved, of course, was what Kat was thinking. Or no, actually, Oh SHIT was more along the lines of what Kat was thinking.

Because, of course, that was the other part. The whole 'I've been shot in the shoulder' part. Grazed. Whatever. Point was, there was blood. A cut. That required major band-aid action. On... her back.

Her naked back.

Because she was naked.

Oh, GOD, get over it, already! You're a werewolf, girl, you don't care about human rules!

But... Reid.

And that was about as far as she got before he was right beside her, kneeling, reaching out to pull away the blanket. And he'd even gone so far as to throw out a pithy remark about how she was bleeding on his plaid, or whatever this scratchy thing was supposed to be!

Kat huffed, turning her torso to bare her back to him.

"This is gonna-"

"If you say 'sting', I'll bite you," she grumbled. As soon as she said it, she knew it was a mistake. She could practically feel his smirk.

"Promise?"

"What, does nothing faze you?"

"Not really," he replied calmly, and then there was coldness against the wound and damn it, it did sting.

Not that she admitted that, obviously.

"After all," Reid went on, "when you've seen what I have, it's hard to be surprised." He paused. "Although, I gotta say, that kiss you laid on me was a defin-"

"Is it your main goal, your main drive in life to get disemboweled?" Although her voice came with a definite snap, Kat couldn't help but feel that she was losing this little skirmish and fast. Reid laughed aloud.

"What, by you? Baby, that wouldn't be very grateful of you. Not only did I save your hide, literally, but I'm even patchin' you up back here. Come to think of it, I think that deserves a little sugar, don't you?"

"Maybe in your dreams," she sniffed, and then let out an involuntary yelp when the nail of one of his fingers scraped the edge of her cut. Reid didn't apologize, but when he spoke next, the light humor was gone from his tone.

"So, on the subject of patchin' you up. Wanna tell me just who the hell I saved you from back there? Or what? And while we're at it, how about a little explanation of the whole "I turn into a big furry wolf at random intervals" thing?" Kat sighed, twisting her back a little as he taped on gauze. She heard his breath catch slightly, and decided that it was best to just get this naked thing taken care of as soon as possible.

"I'm a werewolf."

"Got that, yeah."

"And I'm being hunted."

"Oddly enough, that did manage to sink in, too." Despite the sarcasm in his words, Kat could sense the somberness behind them.

"You happened to be at the right place at the... wrong time, really. But right for me, I guess. And that brings us to round two, Mr. Garwin," she continued, using the same careful sarcasm that he was employing. "What exactly did you do back there?"

"Magic," he replied simply, patting her on the back. "All done." Turning to face him, holding the blanket over her chest with one arm, Kat pushed her hair away from her face.

"Magic, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." It occurred to her then that she was sitting on the couch, with him kneeling in front of her knees, their faces merely inches apart. She remembered, suddenly, the taste of him.

"Shit," Kat said.

"Problem?" Only now, he didn't sound that somber. Now, he sounded-

"Don't look at me like that, man," she said, stalling. "I just wanted to thank you, I guess... For-"

"Saving your life?"

"Yeah."

"Sugar."

"What?" Her back hurt, but it didn't really hurt, so she couldn't focus her attention on the pain. She was tired and scared, but she felt so goddamn safe here with him that she couldn't focus on that, either. And the fact that she did feel safe with Reid Garwin probably pissed her off more than anything, even more than the way he was staring at her mouth, now, with those blue eyes and that-

"I told you when I saved you, babe," he added. "I'm an asshole." She cleared her throat.

"Uh-huh."

"I don't do anything," Reid said, putting down the bottle of disinfectant, "without a price."

"Well, your price can go shove itself up..." She stopped, because it was at about that point when Reid's hands found their way around to the back of her neck, making sure to avoid brushing the top of her bandage, and pulled her head down to meet his.

The kiss in the club had been hard and hot and fiery. It had been up-against-a-wall passionate.

The kiss on the couch was a whole 'nother enchilada.

Reid's lips were softer than she remembered, even from just an hour or so ago. Warm, too. Coaxing. He kissed her like she was chocolate sauce, thick as molasses, slow to flow but oh-so-heavenly. He kissed her, and Kat was fully aware of the blanket falling as her arms went to wrap around his neck, and he kissed her, and she kissed him back.

One hand smoothed down her bare spine, just barely skimming the hurt part, sending tingles across her skin and making the fine, downy hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight. His t-shirt was thin and cottony against her breasts, and Kat could feel the warmth of him through the material. Reid, not breaking the kiss, managed to get a knee up onto the couch and then swing his body up off the floor, straddling her across the thighs, supporting her back.

They broke apart, breathless, wide-eyed. Kat, beneath him, swallowed.

And then.

"More."

They kissed again, moving beyond the mouth, and Reid saw Kat's eyes glow goldenamber. He didn't say a word. She let her head fall back as he traced the vein in her throat, not passing her collarbone, her own fingers kneading at his back. The blanket was pooled in her lap, covering her from the waist down, but god only knew how long that would-

He found the hollow of her throat, where the tendons met, and licked it. Kat gasped, her head whipping up, her ever-so-slightly-too-sharp teeth catching the rim of his ear and tugging just hard enough to make him grin, grin like she grinned, all teeth and mouth and hunger.

"Oh god," Kat breathed, feeling the shuddering rush of the Change, a painful ecstasy, but she did not Change. Human, she kissed him.

Partly human, she-

"Hello? Anybody there?" Reid jerked up, flinging himself to the other side of the couch. Kat snatched at the blanket, drawing it up to her chin as the blond boy stood swiftly and half-walked, half-ran to where someone was stepping into the foyer. Glancing over his shoulder, hair mussed and eyes just a tad bit wild, Reid called,

"It's Caleb. God bless the fuckin' cavalry."