"Sorry, about the stains on your clothes Katie." I apologize as I look at my hands then to her red blouse that now has all five of my digits and half of my palm in dark markings of typical petroleum based mechanical grease and graphite based lubricant.
Katie easily waves me off with a roll of her eyes, "Don't worry about it…though if you really want to make it up to me…you could kiss me again." Katie says all the while smirking at me, with a smirk that says I know I can get you to do whatever I want just by batting my pretty aquamarine eyes at you.
I can't help the amused snort of a laugh that slips out of me as I pick Katie up and throw her over my right shoulder, "Hey!" Katie playfully shouts and tries to sound offended and irritated but it's ruined by her laughing, I pat Katie's ass with my right hand, while I grab the wine bottle with my left, as I begin heading upstairs with an afterthought I close the bay door using telekinesis, just as my right foot lands on the first step that leads upstairs into my home, over my garage, which is luckily protected against vampires entering without permission.
"I still can't get over how you can do that, just wave your hand and make things move." Katie complains good naturedly, while my hand rests on her perfectly toned, round and bouncy ass.
"Heh, that's nothing compared to you and your ability to turn men and women into mush with just a look." I tease and can tell Katie is very pleased by my reply with the way she wiggles on my shoulder and grabs my ass just as we enter my apartment.
Setting Katie back down on her feet, finding a smirk on her face, and I feel myself smiling at her.
Though as she turns around I mentally groan at the sight of my place, dirty work clothes piled up beside the door across from them on the opposite side of the door is where my work boots go.
Dishes and a few empty beer bottles, beer cans and soda cans are piled up in the sink, the place smells like the garage and a bit of body odor.
Worn out and somewhat droopy/falling apart furniture, held together with duct tape in places.
"Sorry, the place is a bit of a dump, I pretty much spend all my money and time keeping the shop up to date."
Katie turns back around to face me, stands up on her toes and presses the index finger of her right hand against my lips, and shushes me gently, "Honestly don't feel bad, it's not half as bad as my Dad's place." Katie's voice is soft with even softer tones of concern as she starts trying to stealthily look me over, making me reflexively/awkwardly begin to scratch my left temple with my left hand, as a bit of heat bleeds into my face.
"How's he doing after the separation? Your mom calls every couple of weeks to check up on me…so I'm pretty caught up on how she's doing and have gotten the broad strokes of how things are going with you…gotta say, I don't know how to feel with you comparing me with your dad…" I trail off looking to take her mind off of making sure I hadn't fallen back on old ways.
Katie chuckles as she removes her finger from my lips and gives me a quick peck, "Come on, let's eat." Katie teases and walks over to the small two seater kitchen table…where a cleaned and disassembled four barrel carburetor sits.
Katie gives me a playful glare over her shoulder before grabbing the new boot box I have kicked underneath the table…boots that Katie's mom got me for Christmas last year.
'Honestly, you can't even tell Katie is half Cherokee…you'd never think her and her mom are related either unless you spent more than a passing minute with them together…' I think as I can't peel my eyes from Katie's ass as she stays bent over, her slightly stretchy skirt showing off mouth watering detail of Katie's ass, while my mind drifts to Martha Bearmoon.
The woman who is partially responsible for my recovery and rehabilitation, for the most part just getting me to the point where I was willing to admit I needed help was a team effort between Katie and her mother, her mother being a Shaman and a Skin Changer.
"I'm gonna wash up." I tell Katie as I bend down and unlace my boots, taking them off near the door, I blink as I see Katie's high heels are by the door.
'When did she take those off?' I idly wonder and just as quickly shrug off the idle curiosity, as Katie calls out to me over her left shoulder.
"I'll set the table."
'It feels so natural…that should be weird right?!' I ask myself as I enter the bathroom and go to the large plastic muck sink, grabbing the block of pumice soap, I begin to scrub away the grease on my hands, arms and face.
Feeling a little self conscious, I raise my arms and lean over and sniff my right arm pit…and then repeat the process with my left arm, "I smell like…sweat…citrus soap and metal…" I mutter as I quickly strip off my clothes and hop into the shower.
I quickly lather up and wash away the stale sweat/bo and exit the shower in record time as opposed to my usual long showers.
Toweling off, hanging my towel back onto the rack, I open the cupboard in the bathroom that contains pajama bottoms, and socks.
Within ten minutes I'm dressed and entering the main room of my home, to find Katie pouring the wine into wine glasses, though the table is covered with a white linen cloth, a candle is lit between our plates that have our meals on them, I find myself leaning back against the doorframe of the bathroom.
Just watching Katie in one of her many many elements.
"Stop standing there checking out my ass and get over here so we can eat already." Katie looks at me over her right shoulder, a bright smile on her face, her nose crinkling cutely to accompany her smile, while her eyes rove my exposed torso that has just enough moisture left on it to make me look even more delectable