The next kiss was just intense, if not more so then the first. Of course the slayer returned just as the older woman wished, giving over her will to the more powerfully minded out of the two of them. A low moan escaped her lips at the nipping before a gasp and low whimpers were given in response to the attention to her neck. Arousal was quick and obvious with the sensitive areas on her neck being attacked by the other woman. God this was so intoxicating, nothing really compared to this did it? A heated, dark and dangerous fuck after destroying the life of another.
The tongue being thrust into her mouth yet again caused another moan, with the irony taste of blood bringing forth its own sense of excitement and arousal. The deep red liquid held such a powerful flavor one could become drunk off of it alone, no wonder why vampires had such a taste for it. The feeling of her shirt material ripping caused a shiver to pull through the girls body as her back arched, pushing her body towards the other. Feeling the cooled wetness of the watchers hand sliding over her chest something inside the slayer inherently became more aroused, it was as if she was being marked by the other in the blood of their kills. Eyes fluttered as her head tilted back, baring her neck to the dominant. “Then take your needs of me.” Words were clear and direct, while at the same time low and breathy.
Feeling body heat being removed from her own eyes slowly opened, a question clear in brown orbs as they turned to search for answers from the other. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed at the woman as she apologized. What the fuck? Katherine dashed away before any other thoughts could be formed leaning the slayer stunned for a couple moments. Finally shifting back into coherently function the slayer moved her back away from the wall, looking around the cave. One of the beasts remained and she took a couple swift steps over to him, getting in range she grabbed a hold of the demon, snapping his neck just as the horn finally was freed from the wall. Glancing around she looked down at the ripped open shirt and then eyes wondered the caves contents. Getting stopped by a police officer for indecent exposure wasn’t on her list of things to do tonight and the backpack she normally packed with extra clothing wasn’t in this area. Searching around for a moment the slayer managed to find a man’s work button up shirt discarded from a corpse picked clean. Whoever was the sad bastard was, the shirt claimed his name was Tony, he must had dumped the over shirt before being devoured.
Sliding the shirt on Kel didn’t bother buttoning it up but it was large enough that each side draped down over her bare midsection. Pausing for a moment the tough girl dug out her pack of ciggs from a pants pocket along with the back zippo with red skull her father had used for years. Slipping the pack of cancer sticks back into a pocket the lighter remained out as she lit the cigg and then continued to flip the cap open and closed. Walking out of the cave the slayer left plenty of distance between her self and the watcher as she stood on the edge of the cave opening. After a few more times of opening and closing the zippo she slipped it back into a pocket. Taking a drag off of the cigg she inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment before letting a haze of smoke roll off her lips into the dark night sky.