Switchblade

Chapter 68: No Surprises

Dinner and conversation were finished and Tati watched Killian go upstairs to shower.

She finished cleaning her last dish after a few minutes.

As she dried her hands she looked back towards his stairs. She turned off the kitchen sink and began to walk slowly towards the steps. She looked up them to see if he was in his room.

She took them. As quiet as a mouse.

As she eased towards Killian's room she could hear a shower running. She walked inside and saw the bathroom door was closed.

His phone rested on his nightstand like she hoped for.

She tiptoed quickly and tapped his phone screen.

She snickered at the generic lockscreen he had that the phone came with.

Killian froze. Something felt off all of a sudden.

The water still ran down his body but he closed his eyes to listen past it.

Tati looked at the number keypad as she thought of what his passcode could be. His phone rested in her hand while she considered her options.

She gasped when a hand grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She was pushed onto the bed with her arm outstretched.
She let the phone go but it still laid flat in her palm on the lockscreen.
"What are you doing?" he asked gently.
She stared up at him with wide eyes, a racing heartbeat, deep breathing, and feeling his wet body drip onto hers. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair was combed back enough but a few strands disobeyed and dangled in front of his forehead.

He looked at his phone in her hand.

"Calling for help?" he teased.
She thought about it. "In a way..."
He was visibly confused but knew she wasn't stupid enough to actually call for real help.
"Let me up." she commanded.
"No. Why are you in here?"
She looked away from him.
He grabbed onto her face and made her look back at him.
"Answer me, Tati." he said softly.

"It's...a surprise..." she said through pursed lips from him squeezing in her cheeks.
"I don't like surprises."
"I don't care." She put her hand around his wrist in an attempt to get him to let go of her.
He lowered his face closer to hers.
They stared in one another's eyes but only one of them was nervous. She squirmed beneath him anxiously.
He smiled then kissed her pursed lips. "I know you're not stupid."
He let her go and got up.
"Do what you want." he permitted.

Tati breathed deeply.
She sat up on her elbows and looked at him while he walked back into his bathroom.
"What's the passcode?!"
"My birthday." He shut the door.
"Of course it is."

She took the phone again and unlocked the device.

Her thumbs swiped to his contacts.

She scrolled and it was a long list.

She clicked on one and pressed the phone icon.

It was held against her ear while it rang.

"Yes, sir?" Kolson answered while he sat at a bar.
"It's me." Tati replied.
Kolson's brows furrowed. "Tatiana?"
"Yea."
"I need you to put the phone back before you lose your life." he stated.
"Wha-...I'm fine."
"Tatiana..."
"He knows I'm on it. He just doesn't know you're the one I'm calling."
Kolson only grew more confused.
"I'm pretty sure he's a ninja. He almost murdered me and I didn't even hear him leave the bathroom."
"Yea, he does that. He went through some weird shit when he was a kid."
She was surprised by his unfazed response. "Anyway, he told me to do whatever I wanted then went back to shower. So I promise you I'm fine."
Kolson was even more shocked.
"Now let's get back to why I called you. I need you to plan something."
"What?" he asked, confused.
"I need you to gather the guys and tell them they have somewhere to be on the eighth."
"What is this for?" He saw a bowl of peanuts and grabbed a few.
"Your boss's birthday is coming up."
"He hates surprises." He chewed.
"Okay then it won't be a surprise."
"He doesn't do parties." He grabbed more peanuts.
"Will you shut the hell up?!" she exclaimed.
Kolson's eyebrows raised.
"Just tell them they have plans the night of the eighth and set a reservation for his favorite restaurant."
"Like he's my girlfriend?" He popped more of his snack into his mouth and chewed.
Tati took a deep breath.

She spoke more calmly into the phone.
"Kolson." she called.
"Yea?"
"I'm willing to kill you." she stated.
He grabbed more peanuts.
"Just do it." she instructed.
"Alright." He chewed.
"Thank you. Make sure the restaurant is rented out. He'd be uncomfortable being in the middle of too many strangers."
"Alright."
"And make sure they have desserts. Different kinds."
"Alright."
"And not too many windows."
Kolson rolled his eyes. "Tatiana."
"Yea?"
"Shut up. I know who he is."
She nodded as if he could see her. "Okay. Good."
He hung up and laid the phone down. Then grabbed a few more peanuts.

Tati put the phone back on Killian's nightstand.

The bathroom opened a second time.

"Finished?" he asked.
"Did you hear anything?" she wondered.
"No, I tuned you out."
"Okay. Good." She nodded.
He went into his closet.

"You know it's creepy that you could hear me through a closed door and a shower while I was tiptoeing."
"I told you I'm paranoid."
"Paranoid doesn't equal superhuman."
"Mm."
"How was your shower?" she asked.
"You should've gotten in there with me." he smiled to himself. She could hear the joy he got from the teasing offer.
"You didn't invite me." She played back.
"I can get back in." He walked out of the closet with his clothes.
"You're disgusting."
"I think you like it."
She just stared at him.

"Does it do something to you when I say the things you claim are disgusting?" he wondered. He pulled off the towel around his waist.
"No." She looked away from him.
"Really? Because you get wetter when I say it in bed." he stated and slipped on a pair of sweatpants.
She scoffed and looked back at him. "No, I don-..."
"I could get worse. I only tell you the soft shit. I could give you what's really on my mind and make you shutter and soiled. Are you sure you don't like it?" He looked at her.
She just stared at him.
"I think I would be entertained if you returned the favor."
She looked down him. Shirtless in sweatpants with an obvious bulge although he wasn't erect.

She walked over.
Killian stared as she got in front of him and began closing the space between their lips.

The pairs were only a centimeter apart.

Tati smiled. Then backed away just a bit to look him in his eyes.
"You'd love it if I sexualized you like you were just a toy, wouldn't you, whore?" she asked.
"Yes I would." he smiled back.
"Sad I'm not a slut like you then, isn't it?" She pouted to mock him.
He pulled her face in to crash their lips together and the two started a hungry kiss.

He lifted her shirt to reveal her chest. Then picked her up and laid her onto his bed.
His mouth trailed down.
His hands grabbed at her shorts and pulled them off.
He lifted up and looked at her laying underneath him. "And you say you're not a slut?" he questioned.
She looked at him.
"You'd fit the role so perfectly." His hand cupped her breast and pinched a nipple before sliding down between her legs. She whimpered beneath him.
"When I lay you down, your gaze changes. You don't look at me like you're trying to win anymore. You're begging me to fuck you until I think you've had enough."
She stared in his eyes.
"How needy can you get?" he wondered. "If I don't penetrate and I just grope this perfect body...How long until your slick drips down your legs and you're begging me with more than your eyes?"
His fingers massaged between her thighs over her panties.
She looked away from him with eyes closed while she took in the feeling.
He lowered himself and grabbed her face to bring her back. Their lips pressed together.

Not long after, he lifted again.
"Use your tongue like a good girl." he instructed.
He put their lips back together. Tongues mingling.