49: With Teeth

                                    

                                          
Trigger Warning: NSFW, strap ons
"I still watch you when you're groovin'
As if through water from the bottom of a pool
You're movin' without movin'
And when you move, I'm moved
You are a call to motion
There, all of you a verb in perfect view
Like Jonah on the ocean
When you move, I'm moved
When you move
I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be
When you move
I could never define all that you are to me"
-Movement, Hozier
You were worried that the incident with the strange woman was going to make Katya haunted and paranoid, the way she had become just before things had ended. The memory of the terrified look in her eyes as she had paced and paced and gotten more and more unraveled as the days had gone on still haunted you, and you watched Katya carefully over the next few weeks for any sign that she was beginning to fray around the edges. 
Luckily, you found none. She did, however, become a little more heavily armed at all times. The single shoulder holster turned into two, and her routine of getting undressed at night had become more and more comical to watch. 
You would sit on the bed in your pajamas and watch Katya over the top of your book, a small smile curving your lips as she stripped out of her shirt and unbuckled each holster individually. "I don't actually think you have enough," you said, lips pursed as you watched her pull another small handgun out of her waistband and wink at you. 
"Never hurts to be prepared," she said primly, pulling three...four...five knives out of her pockets and tossing them on the bed before she tugged down her trousers. There was a thigh holster around her left thigh, studded with throwing knives, and she unlatched it before tossing it aside as well. 
You snorted, watching her pull knives out of her socks. "What, no rocket launcher?"
Katya flipped you off, reaching for one of your oversized hoodies. "No, I actually keep that in my Birkin."
She slid in bed beside you, Pumpkin leaping up to sit on her chest, fat little paws kneading at her sternum. You flipped to the next page of your book. You were still reading the Song of Achilles, making your way through it slowly due to Katya and Bob constantly debating about the source material, and you picked up your highlighter to mark through a line that particularly spoke to you. He is half of my soul, as the poets say.
Katya picked up her glasses from the side table, peering down at the page. "You know," she hummed, her arm pressing against your side as she scratched gently under Pumpkin's fuzzy little chin. "According to Plato, the Greeks believed that humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Zeus feared their power, and so he split them in half, sentencing them to spend their lives searching for their other halves. That's how we got the concept of soulmates."
You blinked at her, feeling that familiar, suffocating affection in your chest. "Do you believe in soulmates, Kats?"
She just looked at you, her pale eyes open and trusting. "I didn't until I met you."
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, and you wrinkled your nose at her. "Gay."
Katya rolled her eyes and flicked your nose before kissing it. Pumpkin let out a loud meow, demanding attention, and the moment was broken.
"Have you learned anything about who might be in charge of Olga?" You asked, and Katya frowned, lines appearing between her brows as she scratched under Pumpkin's chin.
"No, and she hasn't shown her face any more. I think she's hoping I'll get scared and slip up, but she doesn't scare me." Her voice was cool, self-assured, and you hummed.