Love at First Spill (KittenAKAKat:|)

[Jude Bennett]

Now, coffee wasn't usually his thing. Normally, Jude got himself tea. Or, better yet, made it himself. But today he was feeling the need for a little extra warmth, something that tea just didn't quite have. So, the young man set out to the local cafe. He had been there plenty of times and enjoyed what they had to offer. As he stepped into the little coffee shop, he drew in a deep breath. Places like these always smelled amazing. The dark-haired man went up in line, pleased to see that he got immediate access to the counter. Luckily, the cafe wasn't too crowded today. Jude tapped his fingers lightly against the counter top as he waited for his order of coffee to be finished. It would only be a matter of seconds now...

[Katrina]

Coffee. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE. Kat loved coffee and coffee loved Kat, so Kat got coffee, just like that. She was done running for the day, and she unzipped her white jacket, letting the air flow through her sweatyness. The girl went up to the line, and stood behind a tall man. Jesus why was he so tall?! She peaked around his shoulder at the counter. Two registers?! The wonders one found behind tall people. Moving to the second register, the girl ordered her steaming hot coffee. When it was given, she turned to the left to get a little creamer. Looks like Kat forgot she was at the second register and not the first though. The woman was so focused on putting her lid on, she ran right into this tall man. And thus, burning herself and drenching him in yummy brown liquid. "I'm so sorry!" she cried, swearing in pain.

[Jude Bennett]

A low sigh escaped the man's mouth as he waited. Okay, so maybe it wasn't going to be just a matter of seconds... Still though, this cafe had very nice service, and he was just being impatient. The barista was doing nothing wrong. Jude barely noticed when another customer walked into the cafe, though he did notice her when she stepped right behind him in line. He glanced to his right. There was a second register there... Perhaps she didn't see it. A moment later the girl moved, though, making her way to the counter. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the dark-haired hellhound looked back forward, his dark green eyes watching the woman who was just now finishing up his coffee. With a pleased smile the man payed for the drink once the barista handed it to him and turned, which happened to be just at the same time as the girl next to him turned. Coffee was suddenly EVERYWHERE. Like, seriously. Jude sucked in a quick breath as the hot coffee sunk into his black button-up. Well, damn. The man quickly shook his head and set his coffee down on the counter - luckily it didn't spill too - and he reached for some napkins.

"Ah- damn. No, it's fine, love, that was my mistake," Jude said in reply as he turned back to the girl, plenty of napkins in his hands. "I'm sorry, miss," he said as he finally took a good look at the girl. She was... Definitely not what he was expecting. In a good way.

[Katrina]

Kat sighed and flailed her left hand, trying not to yelp again. It had gotten from her neck on down, and she was wearing shorts. It looked like this man had seen the lighter side of her coffee attack. Poor Katrina had spilled her entire cup, and most of it hasn't even made it to the floor because of these two. Having not looked up yet, the girl took a deep breath and took of her white jacket completely. Lifting her tanktop just above her stomach, she looked down. It was extremely red and angry looking, and putting her shirt back down was painful enough. Her thighs were scalded too as well as her neck and the fore of her arms, but she wasn't angry. Rather she was worried about this man instead. Speaking again, she moved hurriedly. "No it was my fault and I'm sorry and-" Katrina slapped her hand onto the taller mans stomach, trying to heal any burns he had. Realizing how awkward that was, Kat looked up.

His eyes were so nice. Katrina couldn't help but smile when she looked into them. And hey, the rest of this man didn't look too bad either. Enough to make her melt more than the coffee had. Hand still on his stomach, Kat listened to her mind. This man wasn't human... He was something hellish. This would've scared Kat if she weren't fallen.

[Jude Bennett]

Oh dear, now that he was actually looking at the girl he could see all the damage that had been done. Let's just say she had definitely gotten the worse half of the spill. With a grimace Jude reached out his hand, meaning to help her in some way. Maybe soak up some of the coffee or something with the napkins he was holding. Just as he went to help, the girl spoke and did something... Very unexpected. She kinda just slapped her hand on his stomach. Uh, what? Jude looked down at the girl's hand then back up to said girl, his face genuinely confused. Though, to be honest, he didn't quite mind it, oddly and creepily enough. "U-um, again, sorry miss... Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes flashing down to her hand then back up just as fast. This girl was amazingly beautiful, like she had been made in Heaven itself. She had a weird feeling to her that backed that up and made it seem like a very real possibility, too. She felt... Holy almost, in a way.

[Katrina]

Devil's Hell, she'd made a complete fool of herself. She didn't really care what others thought, but this man had an opinion Kat wanted to make good. Not only was he hotter than Hell, Kat sensed his intentions. He was kind. Or tried to be. Kat figured out after moments exactly what he was. "Hellhound..." She mumbled inadvertently. Hand still on his stomach, the girl looked up at him with wide eyes. Oh did he ask he something? Awkward. "Um... Oh yeah I'm... Yeah I... I can..." Kat nervously fumbled for the right words. Blushing, she realized her hand was still positioned in his stomach, and so she hurriedly pulled it away; taking a step back.

And slipping in the coffee.

And falling.

Like a genius.

[Jude Bennett]

Right, so... Jude blinked at the blonde in front of him, a word sensation coming over his stomach right where her hand was placed. It actually burned a little, but he couldn't be too sure that that wasn't the aftereffects of the coffee spill. The brunette was so distracted by the girl's appearance and hand that he almost didn't catch what she said. Almost. The man's eyes flashed to the girl's face. She was definitely supernatural, supernatural had to be. She had to be something angelic, he had come across others before who felt the same as she did. Of course, he didn't really care to give them the time of day... But something about this cute, little blonde made all that disappear. Jude barely even reacted when she spoke again. He only found himself to feel a hint of disappointment and something else when she pulled her hand away. The burning stopped though. So yes, yes definitely her, and definitely not from where he came from. Jude shook his head, about to say something when the girl suddenly stepped back. And slipped. Sh*t.

Moving quickly, Jude just managed to grab her shirt with one hand and pull her toward him. This, though, set off his balance. Of course. Now the girl was falling again, again but she wasn't the only one going down. Jude slipped right with her, and as they landed he made sure to catch himself with one hand and support her head with the other. The end result was... Embarrassing. The man instantly felt his cheeks go warm. "Bloody hell..."

[Katrina]

DAMMIT. Kat twisted her ankle I the fall, but this man was sweet enough to catch her. Or fall under her, actually. Kat typically didn't enjoy the company of demons even though she was a fallen angelic shifter, which meant their touches didnt burn her as bad as they would if she were holy and vice versa. In fact, something about the burn of this mans flesh against her own didn't so much burn as it did tingle. This tingling felt surprisingly... Nice. But not in the nice and kind and flowery kind of way. Nice in the f*cked up Kat way where everything was sexual. Yeah that way. Whence the two had ended their fall, the girl immediately looked up at this man as he held her head, the tingling sensation returning. Definitely a demon, definitely a hellhound. She smiled and hit her lower lip. "I'm Katrina. Nice to meet you!" She said with a small chuckle.

[Jude Bennett]

Good God, the day had suddenly taken an interesting shift in course, that was for sure. So, now, Jude was with the pretty blonde... On the ground. Figures. The young man was definitely blushing. Yes, him, of all people! With a nervous chuckle the man looked down at the girl. She looked... Alright. For having just gotten spilled, steaming hot coffee all over her and having fallen down with a person right on top of her. Oh, right. Jude had one hand under the girl's head, his other hand supporting himself underneath them, and his legs on either side of her body. He wasn't sure whether it was a good thing they were in public or not. Anyways. The man was about to move and get up when the blonde spoke. She was laughing, surprisingly. Did her eyes look like that before...? Jude blinked and stared down at Katrina. A fitting name he thought. She seemed oddly unphased by all this. "Right... Name's Jude, it's a pleasure to meet you, Katrina," he said, now deciding to move out of this... Position. After standing back up, the young man extended a hand down to the girl, a small, crooked smile finding its way onto his face.

[Katrina]

Katrina was comfortable. Yes. This position was comfortable. She had a back rest and the floor seemed pretty welcoming, there was absolutely nothing wrong her. This man, Jude he called himself, -which for the record Kat thought was a WONDERFUL name- was practically cradling her head like a baby except more tingly, as well as keeping his legs splayed out around her own. This was awkward. Kat looked into his eyes again. Every time she did, it sent a shiver down her spine. Was it some demonic defense mechanism?... Or was it just they way they seemed so full of emotion, and genuine care, and glinted off the light? Oh god she felt like a sappy romance movie. Which she happens to love watching rom-coms. And then so suing hit Kat. He had an accent. A freaking British motherf*cking accent. Oh lord please take me now, she thought. So he was not only a totally perfect cliche of tall dark and handsome, but he was British too? Boy, good thing Jude couldn't read minds, because Kat had basically just become jello in his hands. Or putty. Whichever was more British. Sadly he stood up, leaving Kat on the ground before offering his hand. Slowly taking it, there was that f*cking tingle again. Goddammit.Smiling once more, she replied and stood up, shaking his hand too. "Heh oh no, pleasures all mine," the girl paused. Maybe they should get out of line...? Withot letting go, the woman held his hand firmly and dragged him out of the line before letting go reluctantly. "Sorry about all of this... I just kinda... Dumb blonde moment I guess," she half joked. She really did feel pretty stupid.

[Jude Bennett]

A... Pleasant feeling tingled in the man's fingers as Kat grabbed a hold of his hand. It wasn't like it was a bath where it just felt all around good, but more like a massage. A mixture of pain and something enjoyable. Jude was definitely certain that this girl came from above rather than below, this feeling of skin on skin contact only helped make it more concrete. Not surprisingly, surprisingly, Jude actually liked the feeling that her soft skin gave. His hands were so worn after everything he had been through, it was a nice change to feel something so soft and delicate. Unable to keep it back, the young man's smile grew as Kat stood up beside him. He just now realized just how little she was compared to him. It was quite cute, to be honest. To his surprise, Kat didn't let go of his hand right away. She moved and pulled him with her, causing another slight blush to form on his cheeks. Why the hell was he blushing because of that...? Once they were out of the way of everybody else and Kat had - sadly - let go of his hand, Jude turned and looked down at her, a small smile reappearing on his face. "Don't worry about it, love. It's just a bit of coffee, nothing to worry about," he said with a slight chuckle. There was already staff getting to work on cleaning up the mess on the floor.

[Katrina]

Okay so not everything was as chaotic as it had been. The staff was cleaning their mess, Kat's old cup was gone, and the people had begun to reassemble their line and carry on with their day. Unlike these two. Kat's day- or life, really- would be forever changed because of this once little incident. And there was nothing she could do about it. Kat's big eyes shone light blue, wide with interest. Nothin to worry about? She looked down at Jude's shirt, then at her own clothes. Her white tanktop was drenched and it wasn't too hard to see the outline of her white bra- no one had ever taught her not to wear white underwear under white clothes. Oh well, she'd left her jacket over on the counter and the staff had done some unknown action with it. Kat realized she wanted Jude's hand again. It was so warm and gentle, yet strong and, of course, tingly. As a natural animal, Kat loved warm, gentle, strong things (GETYOURMINDOUTOFTHEGUTTERBLUE). She opened her mouth to speak. "Uh heh... It's more than the coffee. I just kind of tackled you and stained your... Lovely suit..." Kat restrained herself. Restraining... Re.... Strai.... Niiiing... "You're accent is sexy, sorry not sorry," Restrain failed. She tubbed her arms, looking from the bottom of his stained shirt to his eyes then his arms, then beautiful eyes again. One does not simply restrain a Kat from being awkwardly kinky.

[Jude Bennett]

It may or may not have been becoming increasingly difficult for the young man to keep his eyes away from Kat's shirt. What? You couldn't blame him. Not only was he a man, but he was also a hellhound. It was something that he could not control. To keep himself distracted, Jude watched the staff as they cleaned everything up. Seriously, everything. Even his cup of coffee. It was perfectly fine! Why did they take that, too? They could've just given to him, he would've gladly drank it. A yearning began to grow in his chest, though. Something enough to get his mind off the coffee. He was extremely tempted to grab the girl's hand again. He didn't know why, he just was. Jude glanced back down to Kat, his dark olive eyes watching her as she spoke. At the mention of his clothes the man looked down and shrugged. He could clean it up easily enough, the shirt was black. "Really, it's alright," he said, chuckling again. His eyes returned to her face. What she said next kinda surprised him. Just a little bit. "Pardon? Oh, uh, thank you," Jude said, a barely-there weirded out looked on his face. This girl was amazingly forward. Shaking it off - and the way the girl's eyes roaming over his body felt -, the young man slipped off his suit jacket (which luckily missed the majority of the coffee spill) and held it out to the petite blonde. "Here, you look like you could use it more than I," he said, a slight smile on his face. Really, he just needed something to keep his eyes off of her.

[Katrina]

Kat nodded. Of course she totally understood how weird her compliment could be taken, and of course she did not care. "Yeah don't be weirded out. Well I guess you can be, but it would be better if you just kind of... Pretend I'm not batsh*t insane." The girl smiled. She was only half joking. Kat felt like he was purposely not looking at her, and she couldn't figure out why. The girl was blissfully unaware of his issue. From the birds eye view, her bra wasn't all that visible. Oh well, guess she'd never know. And then he went to hold out his jacket. Kat couldn't help but giggle quietly. This would be the first of many times she rejected his jacket. She grabbed his wrist before he finished extending his arm and shook her head, staring into his eyes. "Ha, no. No thank you. I think I'll survive, Mister Jude-sir," she declared assertively. Once again she realized she was touching this man, once again realizing she enjoyed it, once again realizing how fucking creepy that was, and once again not wanting to let go. Dammit tingles, why you be so cray?

[Jude Bennett]

This girl was charmingly adorable. Her size, looks, and the way she spoke was enough to make Jude automatically like her. Which was saying something when it came to him. A chuckle slipped from the young man's lips as she spoke about her compliment. He shook his head, completely over it by now. "Ah, trust me, I've heard stranger things, doll," he said in return, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Funny how they went from complete strangers, to spilling coffee on each other, to falling down with each other, to now conversing with each other like there was nothing wrong with any of it. Cool. The dark-haired Brit paused when the girl grabbed a hold of his wrist. There was that feeling again. A tingle traveled up the man's spine as he locked eyes with Kat. Thankfully, they were beyond beautiful enough to keep his eyes directed upward. Jude swallowed and smirked a little, unable to help himself. "You may be able to, love, but I'm not so sure about myself." To hint at what he was getting at, he gave her a curt nod down toward her shirt. He was desperately trying to hold himself back from doing anything rash.