#p:kate

Kate smiled, pulling the loose flannel shirt back over her shoulders. She looked out at the woods backing up the land of Levi’s house, wondering what all was hidden in them. It had only been a few weeks since they’d fought back the witches wanting to take her sister away, and Levi had proven himself to be trustworthy despite the fact that she’d been warned against his kind for the majority of her adult life. 

The full moon shown bright in the night, the sky hardly cloudy. The fall winds started early this year, and Kate was grateful for the coolness. She pulled his shirt around her waist, trudging toward the woods and looking for Levi to come back from checking the perimeter. They hadn’t really spoken since their moment in the woods, her having shut herself in with Reagan as soon as she came home. But they needed to clear the air. She saw his form heading out of the woods, and so she smiled wide. “Hey there, stranger.”

Kate followed her older brother up the steps of the porch toward a nice white house. This was the third place they'd looked at since checking Craigslist, and Jackson hadn't been happy with any of them. Hell, they'd lived out of a van for over a decade, using magic to make the place beautiful and spacious. That was their lot in life, but at least they were resourceful. Now they had the chance to live in a house, in a place that was supposed to be living in. “What do you think, Big Brother? You like it, or should we just skip this and go get some tacos?”  Kate flicked her wrist as the door opened gently before her.

Jackson sniffed the air and looked around. It smelled like, others. Not people like them, but something that wasn't human. In an odd way, the scent was refreshing. Not to be surrounded by people they had to hide from. Perhaps they could be open and practice well. He extended his hand to the man at the door, as it swung open. "Hello, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Jackson, and this is my sister, Kate. We're here about the ad we saw on Craigslist. You were looking for someone to rent a room?"

Having come home from work late, Kate snuck into Levi’s room. He hadn’t come to the club that night, and she wanted his attention more than anything. For the past few months, she’d been focused completely on making him fall for her like she had for him. She knew he wanted her, it was obvious from the way he looked at her every single time she passed by. The same look he had regardless of being home or being at the club and completely nude. 

Sunday afternoon, when Kate left Juno’s suite, she stopped by a supply room to search for a chastity belt for her bingo card. She’d given up on blacking out at this point and just wanted to get the easiest bingo she could now that she’d had Juno’s help with a role reversal scene. It took her a little while to find one, mostly because she was curious about all of the other toys she passed on the way, but when she did, she took it back to her room. She cleaned it thoroughly before putting it on, though she was sure it wouldn’t have been available if it weren’t clean. Better safe than sorry, though.

It was a little uncomfortable at first, but she eventually got used to the feel of the metal against her skin throughout the day. That night, it didn’t bother her in bed--she very rarely touched herself to begin with, and since her scene with Henri on Thursday, she’d had absolutely zero desire to do so. Perhaps the most uncomfortable part was when she showered Monday morning, the belt getting in the way and preventing easy drying. 

Tagging: @katelynhummel & a Dominant slave Date: June 1, 2017 Location: Performing Arts Center Summary: Kate’s first presentation, involving bondage and impact play. Note: Done with a slave since her original partner left.

“Only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” AU

Sam had never had any real desire to “meet-and-greet” with her neighbors, not that first day when she climbed the ten flight of stairs with too many boxes to carry, or that first week when she was still ignoring knocks on the doors and offers to “get to know each other,” and certainly not five months later when she’d cut off all any attempts to be “neighborly” and now had certain labels associated with her name instead. It was too late for good will; the neighbors all thought she was a bitch, the lady next door didn’t make a good casserole, so even if Sam had tried to put in the effort, what would be the point? The only real redeeming part of the whole living situation was the three birds that always hung out on her windowsill, and the one girl down the hallway that had never tried to put a tuna casserole under Sam’s door--the one that smiled and nodded every time they passed in the hall and then kept to herself--the way, if Sam had anything to do with it, neighbors should be.