Shattered Windows, Broken Locks

Kalt I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, and now I see the world through diamond eyes.     A slow grin - a devious one that she would absolutely recognize - spread on his lips In response to the sudden flush of color on her cheeks. Even in the dim light, he was keenly in tune with her reactions to his stimulation. Why shouldn’t he be? Her reactions, learning her in every tiny way possible was largely what kept him so eager to keep coming back. Her satisfaction and motions... That was the motivation.     Her fingers dug tighter into his arms, and his own grip on her petite form tightened just slightly. As soon as her hips started moving beneath him... He just... Good gods, he fucking wanted her. He felt his own body warming, and he had to focus so hard on keeping his desire under control, focus on the intensity of blood flow and where it was flowing. His lip twitched just barely, as his grin made another appearance. Her movements... The way her chest was moving... His name on her lips...     Kalt’s hands moved down her sides, his fingertips digging into the top of her pants, carefully moving to inch them down her fucking perfect body. His lips followed along the hem of her pants, and he moved her leg to the other side of his body, so that he was lying between her legs.     Before the fun really started, there was a soft knock on the door, then the sound on the knob clicking and the door opening. Kalt closed his eyes with a slow exhale, as a small voice asked, “papa?”     The assassin opened his eyes once again, finding Ashe’s gaze with a dissatisfied grin, leaning down and nipping her exposed skin with a breath that could have been low growl. At that very moment, he was seriously reconsidering his willingness to take part in the fatherhood lifestyle. The blanket was whipped off of his head, and he cast a smile over to the little girl in the doorway. ”What’s up, kiddo?” He asked.     Theea complained of a nightmare, and Kalt gave her a small grin, looking at Ashe for a moment. Then, his arm extended to the wide-eyed toddler, who proceeded to run over and climb onto the bed. The man chuckled breathily, wrapping his arm around her as soon as she plopped in his lap, and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.     ”Remember what I tell you about bad dreams?” He asked her, looking at the girl and combing her dark hair back, as she shook her head. ”They’re stories, like the ones papa tells you before you go to sleep. The heroes of the stories will always protect you from the bad guys in your bad dreams, okay?” He just smiled when Theea nodded and crawled off of him, and he knew she wasn’t actually listening. Oh well. ”Ashe, she’s gonna hang out with us. What do you think?” He smiled at Ashetta, settling on his side with his eyes on her and the child lying between them.