[center][img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20OUAT%20RP%20-%20Characters/Viciers%20Character%20Gifs/Colab-Post%20Gifs/Alexander%20Katts%20-%20Gif_zpsxhgu1swb.gif[/img][img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20OUAT%20RP%20-%20Characters/Viciers%20Character%20Gifs/Colab-Post%20Gifs/Isabella%20De%20Fortesque%20-%20Gif_zpsmvekkter.gif[/img] [h1][color=SeaGreen]Alexander Katts[/color] and [color=IndianRed]Isabella De' Fortesque[/color][/h1] [h2]Present Day - Province[/h2][/center] Scrunching up her face softly, her soft pink lips parted ever so slightly as she began to stir in her bed, the light from the sun streaming in through the windows of her bedchambers causing the rays to fall down upon her, warming up her body and causing a small though gentle smile to play over her lips as the welcomed sensation continued to spread through her body. She was happy, that much was clear- she had always been known to be a morning person, though she was also never one to knock back the opportunity of sleeping in when it was presented to her. Today was one of those days. She had nothing that she had to deal with that morning- everything that she had needed to do to make up for the mess that had been left behind by the assassin the day before; she had already taken care of. All that was left to deal with from the rather eventful... [i]conversation[/i] they had shared, was the wound on her stomach, and even then the royal physician had already looked at it and wrapped it up as best as he could. Turning over onto her side she moved herself closer to the warmth that she could feel within the bed itself, her naked body pressing firmly against it as she tried to make herself comfortable, content to just lay there and waste away the morning with no worries as to what might occur in her absence- whatever might happen, they could deal with it, she had trained her Knights personally; pushed them to their limits, and starting tomorrow, she would push them harder to make sure that there would be no repeat of what had happened the day before. Lifting her head up ever so slightly she moved it further over the presence that she could feel pressed up against her body, her hands slowly sliding up and over it before it finally came to a stop close to where her head rested, her fingers curling over lightly against it as she slid her legs up and over, entwining them with the ones that she could feel beside her under the covers, sharing the bed with her… “Gaston… combien de fois dois-je vous dire... you are not welcome in my chambers…” The Assassin's eyes opened slightly, just enough to get a clear field of vision as he was, at the moment, unaware of where he was. His faculties returning to him, he could feel another's body heat just beside him, his companion attempting to entangle her legs in his. [i]'Dammit!'[/i] He hissed to himself in his mind, irritated that he had let his personal feelings interfere with his objectives. He could almost feel his old mentor glaring at him with stormy blue eyes, judging his every action. Even dead, the Hatter still ruled the Cat. And yet...Katts did not hate the closeness. To an extent he craved it, almost, yet he could not understand why. Detachment was one of the first lessons taught in his strenuous training to become an assassin, and yet here he was, feeding off the pleasure that came with physical contact as though it were a drug. Belle's voice cut off his muse, believing him to be Gaston. Then, his mouth moving far quicker than his mind, he curtly replied with, "I am not Gaston." Unable to contain the slight frown that flickered across her features as the sound of the voice that she knew not to be Gaston’s, but of the assassin that she had met the day previous, filled the area around her and hit her ears. It didn’t surprise her that he was able to get into the castle undetected, nor did it surprise her that he had managed to make his way into her chambers while she slept; in all honesty, she couldn’t have cared less… just as long as it wasn’t the King himself. Taking another few moments to herself, she eventually began to move, her head turning lightly over his chest until she was able to look up at where his head was resting softly upon the pillow, her dark eyes flicking back and forth between his own as though searching for something, though she wasn’t sure what it was that she was actually looking for. “Tell me assassin… what have you done with my cat..?” "That depends." Katts began, his tone remaining measured and controlled, even after having just woken up. "Do you want the truth, or a lie?" “..you truly think that it is wise to lie to me? Especially when here you are, in my chambers, sharing my bed with me…” Otherwise keeping her normally stoic composure, she quirked her eyebrow ever so slightly, her dark eyes never once leaving his as though challenging him to even dare tell her that which wasn’t the truth. "Wisdom has nothing to do with such, Huntress. But skill. To answer your question, however, I must first get up." With that being said, Katts gently eased his way out of her grasp, rising up from the bed and taking a moment to dust himself off before giving a simple wave of his hand. A shift so sudden it could have been mistaken as an optical illusion occurred, and Katts was nowhere to be seen. But a small "Mew" from the bedside gave notion to another presence in the room. Frowning once more as she felt him gently easing himself away from her in order to stand up beside the bed, she shifted herself over the mattress, her forearm pressing down into the sheets and helping to lift herself up slightly as she watched on, her body freezing for only a moment as his figure seemed to disappear from view altogether, the small though still unmistakable ‘mew’ of a cat causing her to lean herself closer to the edge of the bed until her eyes came to a rest upon the very one that she had brought back into the castle with her that night. He had magic… rare magic… possessing the skill and ability to take on the form of another, and in this case, the form of choice seemed to be that of a cat. Never once removing her eyes from the felines lithe figure, she lifted one of her hands up from where it rested lightly upon the sheets, using it to silently motion for him to return back to the bed when he was good and ready, her expression giving nothing away to what it was that was actually running though her mind and plaguing her thoughts. Taking another moment to allow her wishes to settle in his mind, she pulled herself back from the edge of the bed, her body shifting ever so slightly as she let her head rest softly upon the palm of her hand, her elbow continuing to keep her propped up upon the mattress below. Inclining his head in an almost regal manner, the cat abruptly switched back into a human, with Katts looking as though absolutely nothing unusual or strange had happened. Ignoring his better (and nagging) instincts of survival, Katts slowly removed the various blades about his person, letting them clatter to the ground as he slipped back into the bed, being guided not by mind - but by basic impulse. [i]'Hatter would kill me.'[/i] Was the man's final thought as he let everything else escape his mind. She watched on in silence as the man before her slowly began to remove all of the blades that he had hidden about his person, seemingly not even bothering to so much as flinch even a little as each clank of metal against the floor below them filled the room- weapons were something that she had grown used to throughout her life. The tournaments… the fights… the hunts… defending herself against any who opposed her… it was all just a part of her everyday life; the sound of metal was nothing new… Waiting until he was once more resting within the bed by her side, she slid herself closer against his body, her own once again relaxing as she made herself comfortable; her dark eyes fluttering back to a close as she let her head lay lightly over his chest, her leg slipping over to entangle with his own for the second time that morning while she brought her hand up, her fingers brushing ever so lightly over the front of his top before, finally, her hand came to a complete rest, stopping just below where she had her head. “..okay…” Katts grinned subtly at her words, though the gesture came with no amusement. What was he becoming? He was losing himself - over a woman. Amateur. Nevertheless, he said nothing, did nothing, simply losing himself and making a mental note to leave as soon as possible...just not now.