She smiled and kissed my lips gently, and leaned back. "Okay. Now let's get up, you eat, and I'll go to work."

---

I hummed. "You work on Sundays?"

She blinked. "It's Monday, isn't it?"

I laughed. "No. look." My clock on the wall also had the date, and it was Sunday, 07:30.

She relaxed. "Oh fuck yes, a day off." She cuddled with me.

"How'd you get mixed up?"

"Well, we spent most of Friday out of work, so I was a bit off, then we spent Saturday... that way, so I had Friday mixed with Saturday, as my first day off." She shrugged, cuddling closer.

I smiled. "Okay. Then let's get some food and then showers, and then I'll take a look at your puss to make sure I didn't bruise you." I grinned.

She blushed and covered her face. "I already checked... I'm not bruised... not even my ass, confusingly."

"The bruises weren't that bad, babe." I waved a hand easily.

She nodded. "True... they were mostly soreness, not aesthetic."

I smirked and kissed her sweetly. "Yes, well, I'm going to check anyway." I grinned.

She blushed and slowly turned, laying down and raising her ass, covering her face in embarrassment. I moaned at how easy that was. I flipped my shirt off her butt, and groped her unashamedly, squeezing and caressing her ass. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together.

I laughed and kissed her ass, then drifted down to her snatch. I pushed her legs apart, and she obeyed easily. I dug in with my tongue, and soon made her cum. Other than being stretched a bit more than usual, she was fine.

I smiled and patted her ass. "Thanks for the meal, baby girl... and your pussy is as fine as always." I laughed at her protested wriggle, and spanked her as I climbed out of the bed.

She followed, annoyed, and I stopped. "Where did you find that shirt, by the way?"

She blushed. "I went exploring, and found your bedroom... this shirt was on the end of your bed."

I blinked slowly. "My bedroom? I don't have a bedroom."

She raised an eyebrow, and marched down the hall. She reached the end, and opened a door that wasn't there before, revealing the bedroom of all bedrooms, complete with a bed so big I didn't know what to call it.

"I was thinking of naming the bed 'Fuckzilla' but thought that was too crass. Maybe 'Bouncezilla'? It's really springy, but firm." Kat grinned.

I sighed. "This isn't my bedroom. I swear on everything I own and my very soul I didn't even know this was here... my dad must've put it in without me noticing when he did the Library, or something. I sleep in my dressing room or the 'library', baby." I explained.

She hummed.

"And Greg probably put my shirt in there for you." I thought about it.

She frowned. "He was in the house last night?"

"No, I meant yesterday, when he put my clothes into my dressing room. He had time." I shrugged.

She nodded slowly, but looked around warily. I smiled. "Nothing human could ever get in here without my permission or ten pounds of military-grade explosives. Okay? This entire place is safe." I assured her.

She slowly nodded. "Okay..."

I smirked. "Now you can explain to me how you cooked an omelette in my kitchen. I only have one crappy burner, I don't cook much."

She blinked, then dragged me into a gigantic luxury kitchen, equipped with everything a chef could possibly need.

I growled. "FATHER!!!" I roared, and looked around for my phone.

"No need for yelling, child, I didn't raise you to be such a brute..." my father, Hades, spoke from the doorway to the kitchen.

Kat screamed, and hid behind me.

I sighed and growled at him. "What did you do to my house?"

He raised an eyebrow. "It was a gift. For her." He nodded to a trembling Kat. "She needed a bed that wasn't... covered in sexual paraphernalia." He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively.

"And the kitchen?"

"She likes to cook, or so her uncle Oliver Callahan said." He shrugged again.

She slowly peered around me. "Why did you do that?"

He looked at her slowly, through his dark sunglasses. "Because you make my daughter happy. I enjoy her happiness. I wished to reward you. Think of it as my gift to you, as a welcome into the family. Well, I must be off, call me if you need anything else, please. My number should be in your cell phone now... ah! And I'd love to adopt that dog of yours, Titus, was it?" He grinned genuinely.

She shook her head. "He has a bullet wound, he's not up for adoption... and besides, he's mine, so no thank you... sorry." She mumbled.

He laughed. "I see. Well, that's fine. I just like dogs. Now, I'm sure we'll see each other soon... ah! And one, final thing?"

"... yes sir?" She asked.

"Do try not to break my daughters heart. I'd hate to have to hunt you down. It'd be terribly boring." He walked out as she dropped to her knees, clutching me for support.

I picked her up and held her. "Hey, you're alright, he's just a big teddy bear, he's not going to hurt you! Okay? You trust me, right?" I whispered, kissing her nose.

She wiggled her nose, and nodded slowly.

"You're safe with me, baby. I promise." I smiled. "Now! Where's this omelette? Aha!" I picked up the omelette and chomped on it, surprising myself. "Wow! This is actually really good! Where'd you learn?"

She shrugged. "A few culinary courses while I was getting my doctorate, nothing fancy. You have a really nice spice cabinet." She grinned.

I hummed. "I'm sure..."

"So does he always do that?"

"Do what? Appear, say his piece, and leave? Yes." I nodded.

"No... the whole... rearranging your house?"

"Ah. Yes. That to." I sighed. "I usually appreciate his gifts, but I'd like warning, you know? Hmph. Anyway, let's go have some fun, what do you say?"

"What do you have in mind?" She smiled.

"Not sex. A real have fun. Do you like ice skating?"

"I'm not really coordinated... so no. But I'm sure I'll love watching you." she winked.

I sighed. "Okay... what about flying? Like in a plane?"

"I get airsick..." she scuffed her feet.

"Then... sigh... what do you do for fun?"

"Read Books... Play with animals... cook... sleep... and recently I've added 'Nicky' onto the list. But that's it." She blushed.

I hummed... "okay. Then new plan. The Zoo."

She gasped and grinned. "Awesome! I have to go get clothes, though."

I smirked. "My dad's really thorough. I'm sure I'll find some clothes to fit you in my new room. Come on." I swallowed the rest of the omelette and dragged her to the new room.

I sat her on the bed, and opened one drawer. My unmentionables... okay. I closed that and checked the next drawer. They were all my size.

I checked the second dresser, and gasped. I slowly pulled out a lace thong, and a matching lingerie nightgown. "I know what you're wearing tonight..." I breathed.

She laughed and then gasped. "Oh my... I agree..."

I set that on the dresser and looked further. Some simple boxers appeared in the back, and I picked the up, confused. "Uhm, did he get confused?"

Katherine laughed. "No, it looks like he did his homework... creepy, actually. I usually wear boxers. And I don't wear bras." She shrugged.

"Ah..." I tossed her the boxers and then searched some more. I found some basketball shorts, and handed her those.

"Ahhh, my own style again. This whole walking around in nothing but a tee-shirt might've been sexy to you, but it's uncomfortable to me." She shivered, dressing.

I smiled and kissed her ass when she bent over to pull on the shorts, and giggled at her small huff of annoyance.

I pulled out my own clothes, and climbed into the shower. I was done quickly, maybe ten minutes, because my hair took too long. I was thinking about cutting it short.

I hummed, walking out as I dried myself. "Do you think you'd like my hair if I cut it shorter?" I asked, and smirked at the sight before me.

She was going through her panty drawer, and had several pairs laid out already, matched to shirts or lingerie. She was making outfits.

She smiled at me. "You'd be beautiful... but I like your hair. I'm kinda jealous, mine never does that. It gets goofy, like a poodle. I hate it." She huffed.

Then she placed the outfits she'd made into the drawer, and slipped on a pair of sandals. "Okay. Ready?" She asked.

I snickered and gestured to my naked form. "Do you want me to go like this?"

She blushed. "Stop that! Get dressed please..."

I smirked and got dressed quickly, skipping the sexy tease I wanted to do. I wanted to go to the zoo as much as I wanted to take her.

Once dressed in a pair of red boots, red leather jeans, a black thong, and a black tank top with a red leather jacket, I grinned at her, tying my hair up in a braid.

She raised an eyebrow, and whistled softly. "Hot dayum..." she nodded appreciatively.

I grinned and pulled her close. "Best thing? No zipper..." I slipped her hand through the folds at the crotch area, leading her directly to my clit.

She gasped. "Damn... that's even better... designed for lesbians, huh?" She smirked.

"Or horny biker chicks... but most likely, yes." I smirked. "And the back has one to..." I whispered.

She gasped, and her hand quested for it. She gently pushed her fingers against my ass and clit simultaneously. "Oh god... you're gonna be the death of me..." she whispered as she pulled her hands back. "Let's go, yes?"

I smiled. "Okay. Your legs good for the ride?"

She hummed. "I think so, but I guess we'll get to know once we're out there."

---

She giggled and ran ahead of me, looking at the polar bear in its habitat. It roared at her happily, rolling around, and she laughed and roared back, in an impressive copy of the sound.

I smiled and hugged her from behind, holding her gently, but making sure she didn't fall in. We explored the zoo for hours, and she showed her veterinary license to someone, letting us into the containments with a group of young wolves.

She started playing with them, skillfully giving them a checkup while they jumped around and nipped her hands playfully.

She giggled and pet the gigantic mother wolf, who was almost as big as a baby Hellhound, around Titus's size, and then checked her as well. The puppies avoided me, something that confused her, and amused me.

Then we went to check on the polar bear cubs, and that was a different story all together. The polar bear mother hugged me to her and wouldn't let go, making Kat laugh endlessly, and she left me there as she petted and checked up the 'little' babies.

Then she kissed my cheek and giggled. "How's it feel to be cuddled by something bigger than you?" She asked.

I grumbled. "Get me out."

She sighed and nodded, then gently tapped the polar bears paw. She released with a huff and rolled over, walking away to sulk, gazing at me wistfully.

I laughed and kissed Kat. "She really likes to cuddle, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Polar Bears are big huggers, if they don't think you're dangerous. If they think you are?... hmph." She shivered, and led me out of the enclosure.

I looked over. "Are those... penguins?"

"Yes, and no I'm not getting you in there. Those penguins will do anything to escape. They're smart." She shrugged.

I laughed. "Oh please-"

She glared at me. "I'm serious." She said simply.

I hummed. "How many times have they escaped?"

She started counting on her fingers, and a security guard heard my question. "33 times, if you count this Friday. Apparently." He growled.

She glanced at him. "What happened Friday?"

"They stole a whole bunch of sticks and built a dam in the pipe that gets water into the enclosure, and then let it flood until they could just hop out." He spat into a garbage can, and then reached into his lunchbox for a sandwich.

"Whoa. Cool." I grinned.

He glared. "You don't have to catch them every time."

I shrugged. "Yeah well. Peace."

We walked away, and then she dragged me into a small Italian restaurant a block or so away.