Guess Who?

[Katharyn Vaughn]

Katharyn apparated to Speare mansion, expressionless as ever but buzzing with excitement. She was going to have fun with this.
Rowan had cracked without too much effort and told her where she could find him, not that she'd had to resort to torture. It would have been easy to find out anyway, but she did enjoy torture. Not to mention it'd give her an automatic advantage over Christopher.
As silent and light-footed as ever, she made her way up the path, extending a deathly pale hand and knocking very lightly on the door, drawing her cloak tighter around her as she did so.
A small smirk curved at her mouth, the rest of her face shadowed by her hood, and she waited.
"Guess who?" She murmured under her breath.

[Ian Hunt]

I sigh slightly, getting to my feet and making my way to the door. Someone always seemed to be coming round lately.
Opening it to see a hooded woman, I half-shut it again, "Can I help you?" I ask guardedly.

[ooc-...let me guess..Holly, Loki, Pip or Claire?]

[Katharyn Vaughn]

"Good to see you, Christopher," She said in a smooth voice, ignoring his question, there would be time for questions later, "You look well."
She took her hood down, letting her hair fall over her shoulders and down her back, cold grey eyes immediately narrower for the sudden exposure to light and the dislike at the creature in front of her.

((lol. Clever Andyman. Loki at your service. Thought seeing as everyone else enjoyed it so much I'd give fucking up your characters life a try.))

[Ian Hunt]

"Katharyn," I nod politely, then add, "I wish I could say the same. Azkaban hasn't been kind to you, has it?"

[ooc-haha weirdo.]

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She smiled in an almost pleasant way, "Azkaban isn't a kind place, Christopher. Now, may I come in or are you planning on keeping me on the doorstep?"

((you know it. ))

[Ian Hunt]

"Well, I think we both know what I was planning doing, but I'm not going to get away with that am I?" I reply coolly.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

"Of course not," She pushed past him and into the house, unfastening the top clasp of her heavy black cloak as she did so, "You should know better by now."
She turned away from him, looking around, "Well, you have done well for yourself. Don't tell me you've done something worthwhile with your life."

[Ian Hunt]

"Oh, you know me, Kate," I say, not taking my eyes off her just in case, knowing she hated the abbreviation of her name, "I'm not capable of anything worthwhile. That's what you said, wasn't it? Something like that, I forget."

[Katharyn Vaughn]

Her lip curled slightly, "Of course you do. Intellect still beyond your grasp, I imagine."

[Ian Hunt]

"Oh you know me too well." I smile coldly, "Now what do you want?"

[Katharyn Vaughn]

"Do I have to have a reason to stop by for a chat with my favourite Hunt?" She smiled equally coldly, slipping her cloak off her shoulders and hanging it by the door.

[Ian Hunt]

"Well, we didn't part on the sweetest of terms, Kate. I can't imagine why you'd want to 'stop by for a chat'. I was under the apparent dellusion that you hated me."

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She dropped all pretence of a smile, "Oh, you and your dellusions. You get a lot of those."
She tore her gaze away from him again, glancing around once more, "You never did explain to me how you came by this place..." She stopped and turned to look at him, a smirk once more on her face, "But of course, it's not yours. So, the rumours are true."
She shook her head amusedly, turning and wandering absently around the hall, looking at pictures and other things around, "The blood traitor hating Christopher Hunt with a blood traitor." She looked back at him once more, "Is that true?"

[Ian Hunt]

I don't answer, just keep watching her, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She laughed, cold and mirthless, "Thought so."
Her footsteps made no noise as she crossed the room slowly to stand in front of him, so close their faces were almost touching, "So, where is she Christopher?"

[Ian Hunt]

I don't back down, keeping where I am, despite the discomfort of being so close to her, "Good question."

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She smirked, not backing away any, if anything moving slightly closer so their lips brushed for a moment, "What's her name?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Madeline," I reply emotionlessly, hating that it was taking all my self control to remain still.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

"That's a pretty name," She smiled in an almost warm way, slipping their faces against each other and whispering in his ear, "And what's she like?"

[Ian Hunt]

"Why are you so interested?" I ask evenly.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

"I want to know all about my replacement..." She said quietly in his ear, a smirk playing at her lips.

[Ian Hunt]

"She's not your replacement. She greatly surpasses you in everyway," I reply struggling to keep still.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She laughed without humour, moving her hands from where they were resting lightly on his shoulders, running one down his chest, the other tugging lightly his collar, kissing lightly down his neck to his collarbone, biting down on the skin lightly.

[Ian Hunt]

"Katharyn..." I protest quietly, unable to stop a slight moan.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She smirked against his skin, sucking lightly on his neck, "Apparently, she's not keeping you satisfied. Answer me this Christopher, if your little blood traitor is so amazing, why do you still want me?"

[Ian Hunt]

"I-...I don't-..." I mutter.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

"That's not how it looks to me," She smirked, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, then leaning up and kissing him, tangling one hand in his hair, resting the other on the back of his neck.

[Ian Hunt]

Without thinking, I wrap my arms round her waist, resting a hand on the small of her back, kissing her back.

[Katharyn Vaughn]

She ran a hand down his chest, to the bottom of his shirt then up underneath the material, resting on his bare skin.

[Ian Hunt]

"Katharyn..." I mumble, "Katharyn...get off me..."