4.18 One Week

"Please don't go." Kaity mumbled between desperate kisses.
"I have to, I should have gone home two weeks ago! I'll be back in a week." He wasn't lying, he needed to go home to sell his apartment and talk to his various bosses. He'd already found a room to rent in Sunset Valley, only a few streets away from Kaity and the kids, too. He'd decided he'd help raise the twins aswell, as they had no male influence at all, and had taken to him well despite the odd start he and Jaydean had had.

"There's a van by that house," he observed, "I think somebody is watching us." A camera flash proved him right, and Kaity let out a little annoyed grunt into his mouth.
"Let them watch, I don't care what they say." She breathed as she ran her hand down his side and round to cup his behind.
"Kaity, I have to go." Winter moaned.
"I know, just making sure you don't forget me."

Winter pulled back a little and looked her in the eye.
"Kaity. I promise, I'm coming back. One week. Seven days. I promise, ok?" Kaity wanted to believe him, she was sure she could trust him, but part of her wouldn't let her fall for it. She'd have to wait a week to find out whether her heart would be made or broken.
"A week." She nodded, before pecking him on the lips quickly and watching him walk down the street and out of her life.

She watched the van pull off and follow him, and pulled out her phone.
"Miss me already?" Winter laughed as he answered.
"No, sorry. You're being followed. Duck into an alley, and wait for them to go past."
"Ok, thank you. See you in a week."
"Yeah, a week." Kaity confirmed half-heartedly as she hung up and went back to bed.

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"Kisses!" Kaity demanded as the school bus honked outside. The twins left their plates at the breakfast table and bounded over to where she was waiting by the door.
"Bye mummy!" Jaydean said, kissing her mother as she was told.
"Love you!" Sophie called as she did the same.
"Love you both too, have a great day, stick together, don't go near any boys except Lucas, and make sure you play with him, Liana and Lyris at break, ok?"
"Yes mummy!" The girls sighed in unison."
"Good, now go. I'll see you later."

Kaity waited in the doorway as she watched her two little girls run out the house and down the street to the waiting bus. She couldn't believe they were starting school already.

 Retreating back inside, she slumped down onto the couch. It was just herself, Shaena and three babies now. Three babies. Elise. She'd never know her mother.

She scooched over a little, and tried to hold back tears. She didn't want to cry again, it felt like all she'd done for the past two weeks. She had to pick herself up and move on. But how?

Winter. She sighed as she thought of him. He'd only left... three hours and forty-seven minutes ago. She had a whole week to get through before she'd know if he really would come back. I have his number... If he doesn't come back I can- She cut her thoughts off, shaking her head. I wouldn't have the guts to ring him if he didn't come back.

 Why? What's different about him? Why do I care about him so much? He's just a random guy, I wouldn't even know he was Autumns father if it weren't for the tufts of blue hair and the genie-thing.

 I need to get him off my mind. Get out of this house for a bit, Shae won't mind. But what shall I do?

 I need a drink. The Grind.

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She'd dressed up with the hope she'd feel a little better, wearing the dress she'd worn at the funeral the day before, and some killer heels. Once she'd arrived at the club and realised it wasn't even 10am yet, she didn't feel much like drinking, so leaned on the bar and looked around the empty club, wondering why the music was blaring if nobody was here.

"Kaity?" She heard a familiar voice call from behind her.
Male. Pretty certain I've heard that voice screaming my name before, too. She thought, turning her head slightly to see. Leighton?! Holy plumbob! What do I do?

She didn't have time to think up a plan of any sort before he rested a comforting arm on her back.
"Hey, I'm sorry about Bonnie, she was a really great girl." Kaity grunted an agreement. She didn't want to talk about Bonnie, and talking to a vampire wasn't going to help, either. "And you, I heard you had surgery?" What could a little small talk hurt?
"Yeah, nothing major, really, just some intestines or something had to be removed."
"Nothing major? That wouldn't be major for me, because I don't need my intestines, but for a fatty, food eater like you, that's pretty major." He tickled her neck slightly, forcing Kaity to smile. He always knew how to cheer her up. "Come on, I don't start work for an hour, come sit and we'll talk?"
"I don't want to talk." She replied, and Leighton looked a little upset. "I want to dance." She grinned as she pulled him over to the abandoned dancefloor.

 She wrapped an arm around his neck, and with her back to him, she gyrated her hips to the music, being sure to bump against him at every opportunity. This will cheer me up. She smiled to herself. It already is, just from the thought of what I'm doing to him. She couldn't help but let out a little giggle, and Leighton pulled her closer to whisper in her ear.
"The tabloids are saying you have a boyfriend, I hope you're not cheating?"

Kaity didn't answer, instead deciding to continue her torture to work off the awful feeling she had. Is this guilt? She wondered. Why should I feel guilty? He left me, I'm doing nothing wrong.
"Baby K?" He breathed into her ear, dangerously close as she turned her head to reply.
"No. I'm not cheating." Leighton leaned down to join their lips, and Kaity pulled away, giggling once again. She loved this game. It had been nearly a year since she'd been out like this, and she'd forgotton how much she missed it - even if it wasn't even lunchtime.

"But..." She drew out as she chewed on her lip and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We're not doing anything, you wanted to talk."
"Sometimes I could swear you do this to wind me up." Kaity grinned at his statement, and let him pull her to some nearby seating.

"So who is he?" Leighton asked, pulling Kaity closer with an arm around her neck.
"Who?" She asked, although she knew exactly who.
"Your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend." That much she was sure of. Leighton pulled a face like he didn't believe her. "What?"
"The way you phrased your answer a minute ago. 'I'm not cheating' rather than 'I'm single'. So, I ask again, who is he?"
"He's Autumns father. I met him, well, just over nine months ago. We had a crazy three days, but I don't think he came back for any reason other than Autumn. He's psychic as well, you see-"
"So he can see me with my arm around his girl right now?"
"Leighton! I told you before it doesn't work like that, and I'm not his girl, either."
"So you're single, then?"

"Yes!" She laughed, finally getting through.
"Meaning I can do this-" He leaned in, kissing her lips quickly. "And nobody would say anything?"
"Yes. He's gone home now anyway, I don't think he'll come back."
"He doesn't know what he's missing." He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her again.

She giggled a little at his eagerness before kissing him back. His breath was cool, but warm compared to Winter's. The cold of a vampire was significantly warmer than Winter, but Leighton had something Winter didn't have; fangs.

She playfully ran her tongue along his teeth, being sure to pay close attention to the canines, before withdrawing her tongue, teasing once again.
"Kaity, you can't sit there anymore." he groaned into her mouth. Smiling, she wiggled her bum a little in his lap, causing him to pull out of the kiss and give her a scolding look. "No, really. I have to work here." Kaity giggled and spun herself around, before kneeling before him on the floor.
"Is this better for your reputation, DJ Lazy-Lay?"

"I'm almost certain it's not." Leighton didn't seen to mind, though, and joined their lips once more. This time not taking Kaity's teasing, and instead pricking her tongue with his fang, causing her to moan quietly in pleasure. I forgot how good that felt. She silently admitted to herself as he greedily sucked on her tongue, drawing out droplets of sickly-sweet blood.





Ok, so... What the hell, Gemma? Right? Am I right?
Well... I went there, so it's too late.

Don't forget you can't always trust the press...