The leather chair wraps around her nicely and she takes a look around the empty apartment. Hayley knows she'll have to answer for how and why she's intruded on Kate's sanctuary. But since the other woman is acting like an overgrown child and refuses to speak to her, the woman figures it's about time they had the coming argument before Kate goes too far and does something - else - stupid.
Kate freezes outside her front door. She can't explain it but there's a feeling creeping into her body telling her someone's inside who wasn't invited. Quickly she looks around and reaches for the blade on her hip. Turning the doorknob, she prepares for a fight with the occupant of her home. With the door fully open, her eyes land on the figure in her lounge chair and she breathes again. A resigned sigh leaves her lips as she closes the door behind her, "I thought I was the queen of unannounced visits."
"Again," she smiles as serenely as possible, "you were wrong."
Throwing her keys on the table inside the door, she asks, "What do you want from me, Hayley?"
A list of items scrolls through her mind before she answers, "That's a damn dangerous question, Kane."
Caught off guard but pleasantly surprised by the innuendo-laden response, Kate manages to smile, "Then I fully expect you to answer it truthfully." Having taken off her jacket, she makes the decision to throw her visitor off a bit by dropping to her knees and crawling across the carpeted floor towards the chair, "Even if that answer makes you seem animalistic, crude, baseless, and wicked." Holding Hayley's eyes, she slips her tongue out of her mouth to almost lick the woman's thigh, "Promise me you'll be honest and as domineering as possible."
Watching the woman, who's clearly drunk, Hayley can't help by flash back to another time Kate Kane was on her knees beside her.
They were about 15 and hiding behind the Japanese screen in Bruce's office. Those same green eyes looked up at her as their bearer asked, "What's it feel like to kiss, Hay?"
Without breathing, she'd leaned over and pressed her lips to Kate's. It was painfully brief but wholly effective. After that first one, Kate's breath rushed out hot against her own lips before they were kissing again. The first few were almost laughably amateur. But as they got more comfortable, she remembers how Kate had buried her hands in her hair and pressed her against the wall. As if shocked by the sound of Hayley's groan, Kate had pulled back suddenly, eyes wide, lips red, and breath coming out in sharp pants, "Oh my God," she'd said as she touched her own lips, "I like girls."
Hayley had only been able to blink as her body slowly awakened to the changes elicited by their kissing. There was a hardness in places, a wetness in another, but mainly an ache and hotness everywhere, "I do too, I guess." She remembers being on the verge of tears at the awareness of those feelings, "Because kissing boys doesn't feel that good!"
Pretty as a picture, the ever-illusive Kate Kane had dipped her head and blushed a shade of pink that made Hayley want to kiss her all over again as she said, "Was it really good? I don't know what I'm doing."
"Oh," it was her turn to blush then, "it was just fine, Kate. You did just fine."
Looking down at the woman kneeling before her now, Hayley feels that same awe and slight sting of tears, "If I have to tell you what to do, Kate, you don't want it enough."
