How to Woo a Human {Kayla}

[Tyreese Gla'dour]

Good Gods…had she just stolen a piece of his food right off his plate? “You little squirrel,” He said after a shocked minute, a laugh rumbling from his chest. The people in the tables around him paused and turned, surprised at the volume of the sound. Oh great; let’s call our date names and freak out the other diners, he thought with an inner groan.

With a cough, he snatched up his water and chugged half the glass, catching himself in mid-lip swipe. Man, this was going down hill real fast. Next thing he knew, he’d forget all of Kaera’s instructions and…ack! See, right there; he couldn’t remember which damn fork to use! SHIT!

Okay, deep breaths, big man. He wasn’t no pansy ass kid on his first damn date…okay, scratch that. Had he even done the dating thing back in the day? Er…no, actually, now that he thought of it. He’d met his wife through his Master, and they’d been married a few days later. Oh good Lord, this was his first date! He was so screwed!

Now, what was he thinking of? Oh yeah; STAY CALM. He could do calm. He could definitely do calm…especially when she started talking.

Like some door had been slammed shut in his mind, Ty felt whatever anxiety he’d been feeling slowly melt away. She spoke, smiled at him so impishly, and whatever embarrassment he’d felt before seemed to disappear. Hell, he even gave into the impulse and laughed again, as he purposefully pushed his plate a bit toward her.

He liked the feeling that he was, in some way, feeding for her. Talk about one helluva primal emotion, but…she was feeling full because of him. Being taken cared of, protected, cherished. She deserved all of that.

Now, whether it should be from him was a completely different story. But the mere thought of another man sliding a piece of food through those cherry lips made him want to hurt something.

But none of that was for now. For now…she was for him, and he was worthy enough to hear her voice, feel that soft touch as she leaned over to steal a piece of his food again. Though he put up a fight, he always let her take a little something, emotions he couldn’t pin down practically hammering in his chest. He was falling over a cliff that he had no idea he’d been facing.
And he sure was enjoying the ride.

He caught a strange look on her face and frowned, wondering if he’d done something wrong. Their conversations had been comfortable, teasing, and he’d loved every minute of it. He filed away all of the information she’d shared, pointedly ignoring the vague answers he was giving her in turn. He wasn’t ready to share himself…and hell, she hardly knew him. She was definitely not ready…nor was he completely convinced she would ever be.

Leaning back a bit, he wiped at his mouth once again, before folding the napkin on the table. Waiters were clearing the table, shooting them strange, ‘oh my God, did they really eat ALL of that’ looks, and he couldn’t help but chuckle yet again. He was doing that a lot while around her; smiling and laughing. Interesting.

“Glad to hear you still have an appetite,” He said, paused, and pointedly ignored the double entendre he’d mistakenly stuck in there. He stood smoothly, careful not to bump the person behind him with his chair, and rounded the table to pull hers out for her. “My place is just a few blocks over. I have a little terrace and I thought we could use that.”

And, having given Kaera her way, there was a little table all set up there, equipped with candles and other lights. His apartment had been cleaned, all the gun magazines and weapons cases stowed away…and his bedroom door closed. Though upstairs, he didn’t want her to see too much, or get the wrong idea.

He was an animal, so of course he’d want to bed her. But he knew that it wasn’t the time. Not now…oh, stop it, you hopeful libido.

With an inner, chastising sigh, he led her out of the restaurant and back onto the street. In no time- and with some more of those comfortable conversations that seemed to relax him like nothing else- they reached his apartment; a quaint black building that sported a certain fallout shelter in the back, thanks to a private donor. His apartment was no better; black leather couches, a black flat screen mounted on the wall; sterile, cold colors that had him cringing as he led her into the place. Ah hell, he looked like some kind of Goth-freak. Awesome. But there wasn’t anything he could do now.

“Have a seat outside,” He said, motioning toward the open balcony. “Desert’s in the fridge. I’ll just be a minute.”

He made sure to keep his movements slow and steady, so’s not to scare her…or cause him anymore difficulty than his body was currently putting him through. The sight of her in his home, his domain…it was intoxicating. He wanted her scent everywhere.

He was perverted.

[kayla]

Little squirrel! The name made her laugh out loud, her eyes crinkling up and twinkling in the candlelight. The name was cute enough but that laugh of his...she liked it.

A lot!

The meal was rather cozy as they shared off his plate, her own utterly empty and to the side. She couldn't help but giggle softly at the looks the waiters had given them. Oh if they had any idea! Even with her tiny little frame she could put away more food than an man three times her side. Bless that wonderful metabolism her family had! She could eat like a bird. Not in the sense of barely eating anything but more in the sense of eating three times her body weight in one day. Must be a hollow leg there somewhere.

She utterly missed the dual meaning that his words could have been taken for as he commented on her appetites, rising from the chair as he pulled it out for her. Her hand slipped into the crook of his arm once more for the walk she settled into the easy pace that he set, grinning "I'm not sure. You might have to roll me there instead but the walk will be good. Helps the digestion you know and the night is just so nice."

Almost as if on cue there was a rumble in the distance of a storm brewing farther off, her nose tilting up into the wind as she sniffed it, her hair blowing back from her face in the pleasantly cool breeze. "There's rain in the air though...storm's a comin. But I think it'll hold off for us for just a while though. It wouldn't dare ruin such a lovely night."

She bit her lip and cast a small glance up at him, not having meant to say that last part out loud. There was a small chuckle as she plowed on, chattering away again to keep herself from blushing too much, telling him about the storms back home and how sometimes it would rain while the sun shined and make little rainbows everywhere. She told him of the Cumberland Falls that was fairly close to where she lived and how it had a rare double moonbow and how it was the twin of the one in Victoria Falls Africa. All sorts of little corny colloquialisms about her home was shared as they walked, staying close to his side, enjoying the warmth that he seemed to just radiate.

As they arrived at his place she took in the surroundings and assumed that it was some kind of European thing, the sparseness and the basic colors. Easy to mix and match things that way, she thought, and simplistic enough for a bachelor. It was appealing in it's own way. Particularly the lack of any feminine touches, she thought a moment before her conscience kicked in. "You have a lovely home Ty." she commented as she walked to where he'd indicated.

Out on the balcony she took in the little table and the candles that were on it and smiled a bit. Over her shoulder she called back inside, her scent drifting in with the breeze "Think we could have a bit of coffee with dessert?" Walking to the wrought iron balcony railing she let her hands rest on the edge and looked over, the wind lifting her hair up a bit as she closed her eyes. The little lights that were strung along it and through a small potted tree beside the door was beautiful. The entire night had made her feel like Cinderella. She just hoped she didn't turn into a pumpkin at midnight.

Her back turned to the railing she looked around the terrace as she waited, glancing over this and that and that is were she spotted the little section of brick that didn't exactly fit in, like it was missing a brick tucked a little behind the potted tree. Walking over to it she ran her hand over the space, surprised to not only find that it was a hole in the brick but that there was a gun in there as well. Pulling it out she turned it over and looked at it, admiring the finish. It was a lovely little piece.

Safety first had been drilled into her head from childhood and so she checked to make sure the safety was on and dropped the clip out into her palm. Yep. Loaded.

She didn't even see him coming out the door onto the patio with the tray in his hands as she slipped the clip back into the gun and tested the weight of it in her hand. She missed being able to just go out the back door and target practice. It was one of those simple things that brought enjoyment. Here in the big city you just couldn't do that. They had some kind of law against it or something. Silly city folk.

[Tyreese Gla'dour]

Storm’s coming…those words seemed to ring in Ty’s head as he escorted her to his apartment. How true they were, in many ways. There was war on the horizon; he could feel it in his bones. Things were changing, Powers shifting and fates coming undone. The oncoming storm would do much to warp the world that he currently knew…

But, at the moment, he couldn’t care less. As long as the change stayed away from his woman- Gods, he really was thinking of her so- he would let it come.

“’Lovely’ wouldn’t be how I’d describe it, but it suits a purpose,” He replied, watching her as she took in the sparseness of the rooms. He liked seeing her in his space; an almost animalistic sense of rightness shot through him, making him frown in confusion. He’d never liked anyone being in his home, or anywhere near where he slept. Even the Fenrisulfrs knew not to bother him while he was resting or healing. Even after all these centuries, he was still looking for the Master to walk into his room, demanding punishment for something he’d done wrong.

Yet…he didn’t seem to mind Kayla’s walking through his abode. Hell, he was picturing seeing her spread out amongst the satin sheets of his bed, with him curled around her. The image did nothing for calming the animal in him, and he had to hurry into the kitchen, lest she see a certain part of his anatomy intent on waving hello.

Gods, he had to get control of himself. She was human, innocent; not his toy. He was seeing where all of this could go, not setting the both of them up for a fall. Yet, the thought of her naked in his bed stayed in his mind.

It was going to be a long night.

Calling out an affirmative for coffee, he piled the desert and drinks onto a tray, walking like he were on a tightrope as he made his way toward the terrace. The rich chocolate cake had come out beautifully, under the tutelage of the younger Fenrisulfr. It was soft, smelled delicious and, hopefully, enough to tempt her into yet another comfortable setting, as they’d had in the restaurant.

Gods, he hoped that she wouldn’t become uncomfortable, being in his home. He knew that he looked like a thug and acted like it at times, but perhaps, given the fact that she didn’t seem to mind standing so close to him, taking his arm, perhaps she would be as easy as she had at dinner. He'd loved their banter, and the way she'd stolen from his plate, as if she'd been in his life from day one. Just one hint of nervousness, and he'd take her home, or to some crowded place out in the Quarter. For some reason, he just...wanted her there. In his home.

All intelligent thought screeched to a halt in his head, as he reached the balcony. With an expert hand, the human checked the cartridge of the gun he kept hidden outside, as if she played with weapons daily. Instinct screamed for him to duck and cover, or go on the offensive, but he bit back the urge.

If she’d meant to kill him, she’d have done it by now. But the mere fact that she wasn’t nervous, wasn’t screaming…instantly, he was on alert.

“It’s a bit big for your hand,” He said, voice soft. Slowly, he placed the tray on the candle-lit table and moved over to her, stride oozing with caution. “It was a gift from a friend of mine a few years ago. I’m surprised that you found the hidden compartment. People don’t normally notice such things.”

[kayla]

Looking up and blushing a little at being caught snooping she bit her bottom lip and looked back at the gun in her hand. "Oh...sorry.. I was just you know.. standing around here and well I thought you had a brick missing and was gonna tell ya but then I found this where the brick should be and well was a little curious. I like the blued steel."

She shrugged a little sheepishly and put it back in it's cubbyhole before she walked back over toward him with her hands clasped before her. A nod over her shoulder was given but her eyes stayed on him as she spoke "Although ya should probably put an oil cloth around it to protect it from the elements, even if Glocks are known for being able to endure anything and still shoot good as new. Never hurts to make sure."

She was utterly nonchalant about the fact that he had a gun and in a sort of quick grab, panic spot for emergencies. In fact it impressed her.

She paused as he met her halfway and grinned a bit. "Mine's a Sig Sauer. the butt fits better in my hand. Glocks are more for men's hands cause they're bigger. But my favorite is Ole Bessie, it's a sawed off my Grampa gave me when I was ten." There was a small chuckle as she blushed feeling like a fool but in her nervousness rattling on like a ninny.

"He wouldn't get me my own huntin rifle till I could prove that I would actually hunt and kill. Made me learn ta hunt with a bow first. But when I managed ta drop a buck on the run at about a hundred yards with my bow he got me the Winchester. After that he didn't have n'problem givin' me weapons for the holidays. Made sure that I knew them in and out. Safety, how to clean 'em, how to take care of 'em. All that."

She shifted her weight a little nervously, feeling like an idiot babbling on like that and looked a bit embarrassed. "I guess that little trip down tomboy lane doesn't make me seem like much of a lady huh? Forget I said all that. It never happened."

Smiling sheepishly she stepped to the side of him and around going toward the table where she inhaled the scent of the coffee and sighed happily as she picked up a cup and took a little sip to give her mouth something to do other than babble.