Switchblade

Chapter 60: I'll Do What You Want

Killian arrived at home. On his way to the door he could see Tati in the kitchen maneuvering around while making dinner.

He stood there watching her mince.

She put her ingredients in the pan.

He walked towards the door and entered his code to unlock it.

Tati heard the door open and looked at Killian.
"Hi. I decided on a grilled chicken pasta today but that's the last of the meats so..."
He changed his shoes then walked over to her.
Her noodles were boiled and her chicken was done. Now she was just working on the sauce.
He stood beside her.
She turned and looked back at him.

"Do you still hate me?" he asked.
"That's random." she scoffed and looked back at the pan.
"Personal question, do you still hate me?"
She looked at him again. He was looking down at her. She realized he was incredibly serious.
"Well...I'd like to say yes." she stated.
He just stared.
"But I've slept with you twice now and I wouldn't share my body with someone I hated. So...I guess not. Even though I feel really guilty about that." She looked back at the pan. Then walked over to the fridge to grab the rest of her ingredients.
"Mm."
"Why? I thought you didn't care whether I did or didn't."
"I don't."
"Okay." She returned to the stove to start adding her ingredients.

Killian watched closely.

His phone rang and he took it out of his pocket to answer.

"Yea."
"We think he's headed to his place." Niko stated. "Wherever he lives, I bet he'd notice he's being tailed before he gets there."
"We'll save it for tomorrow. I got somethin' to do."
"Oh...alright..."
Killian hung up.

"You wanna finish your pool lesson when we're done?" he asked Tati.
She looked at him while she stirred the sauce. "We can."
"Alright."
He walked off.
"Where are you going? The food's almost ready!" she said after him.
"To shower. It'll be quick."
She rolled her eyes.

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Killian came back downstairs in just a compression shirt and sweatpants. His hair was still damp since he promised he'd be quick. So he didn't give himself the time to properly dry it.

Tati had finished plating the food by the time he was done.

"It smells good."
She flinched. "Goddamnit-...!"
She turned around to scold him then saw him standing there. She stared for a few seconds.
"What?" he asked.
"Stop doing that."
"Did I scare you again?"
"Obviously." She turned back around to face the plates and grab forks for them.
"I apologize." he scoffed.
"Sure you do."

She felt him still behind her. Closely.

"Why are you so close?"
"I've been closer."
"Shut the fuck up."
He chuckled.

"I can't move with you right behind me! Move, asshole!"
"Ask politely."
"I already did and you didn't move."
"No, you didn't. You asked me why I was so close and told me I scared you."
She sighed.
"Ask politely. How badly do you wanna eat at the table?"
"Can you move...please?"
"Yea." He kissed her cheek then got out of the way.
She turned around with her plate in hand, squinted at him, then walked to the table.
He snickered and grabbed his plate too. He also took two bottles of water from the fridge door.

They both sat at the table to eat.

"Personal question." Tati began. Killian slid her one of the water bottles.
"Alright." he responded.
"Why are you acting the way that you are?"
"Elaborate." he said and ate a bite.
"Like...I would've expected you to talk to and interact with me less after we slept together."
He looked at her.
"But you kiss my cheek and buy me flowers. I expected you to distance yourself..."
"So your question is why am I not behaving how you assumed I would after sleeping with you? Why am I not how you pictured?"
She scoffed. "When you word it like that I sound insane..."
"Would you rather I be how you expected me to?"
She stared at her food.
"In honesty I'm holding back." he chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"Thought you hated me. I don't touch and kiss you nearly as much as I want to." he smirked and leaned over the table with his arms crossed on top of it. "I would have my hands all over your body if you'd let me."
"Because you're a pervert." she sassed and ate.
"Maybe. But perverts usually lack self control. I don't think I'm a pervert, I think I'm just...kinky." he smiled cutely.
She rolled her eyes.
"You're very beautiful." he stated.
"Don't start that again."
"What?" he chuckled.
"When you go on your random compliment sprees. I never know how to respond."
"A thank you is a start."
She looked at him and put on a fake smile. "Thank you."
"Anytime, gorgeous." He winked.

The two went back to eating.

"You never answered my question." Killian stated.
"What question?"
"I asked you if you would rather me be how you expected me to be. Cold and dismissive. Would you rather I leave you alone after sleeping together?" he asked.
She ate another bite of her pasta.
"It's a personal question. I expect an honest answer."
"You can't just make every question a personal question to make sure I answer it and tell the truth." she sassed.
"Yes I can."
She sighed.
"Tell me how you want me to treat you while you're here. I'll do it." he promised.
"You're such a kind kidnapper." She scoffed at the odd sentence.
"Kidnapping's never been my thing before you."
"Oooo, I'm special." she said sarcastically.
He ate another bite and waited for her answer to his previous question.

She used her fork to push around her chicken and pasta while she thought. She knew the answer had to be truthful and that was what she was embarrassed about.

"Are we gonna sit here waiting all day?" he asked.
"I want..."
Her mouth moved to speak but she just sighed instead.
He waited patiently.
"I want-...You took my virginity." she stated.
"Would you like me to give it back?"
"If you could, I would. But I know you can't, so no." she answered honestly. "This is embarrassing. Can you ask me something else?" she whined.
"No, I'm too intrigued."
She groaned.
"Go on." he encouraged and ate the last bite off his plate.

She took a deep breath.

"In order to...not feel terrible about it...I want...to get...closer to you..." she said quietly.
He just stared at her.
"I know you probably don't want that. You think virgins get attached and maybe I'm on the verge of proving you right. But if I know I lost it to some man I barely had any kind of relationship with it'll just make me feel worse. I want to feel a little okay with it. And...I'm fine with you touching me." she stated. "To an extent! I will leave you on crutches if you get too handsy without my permission."
"Alright."
She nodded.
"How handsy is an okay amount of handsy?" he teased.
"I'm okay with the kisses on the cheek. You can touch anywhere but my ass, chest, and between my legs without needing consent ahead of time."
"I've never experienced this before but I'm sure it's not usually handled like a business deal." he smiled.
"Well I'm different."
"Yes, you are."
"And you're a 'business man' anyway."
"Yes, I am."
"I'm just speaking your language."
"Right."
She felt awkward.

So she just stood up and went into the kitchen. She began to wash her hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.
She opened the fridge. "I made cookie dough while you were out. But I wanted them to be warm when you had one so I planned to bake them when we finished dinner." she explained.
He stood up and walked over to her with his dirty dishes. He placed them in the sink while she grabbed a pan. She set it on the counter next to the dough so she could get started.

"While you do that, I'll go set up the pool table." he stated.
"Oka-..."
She felt strong arms wrap around her waist from behind then three kisses buried into her cheek. She just stood there stunned with cookie dough in her hands while he walked off.