Matched

Katy crashed into the water. She was enjoying herself, for the first time in her marriage she felt like they were finally connecting. She ran out of the water, he followed her. He tackled her gently from behind, she fell on her stomach and then she rolled over, pinning him on his back.

"Two can play at that game." she said.

"Bring it on, Princess." he laughed.

She looked down at him, her eyes burning into his.

***Tell me if I took that last sentence wrong***

Tyrel looked back up at her and suddenly forgot that they weren't fond of each other half the time. He pulled her face down to his kissing her passionatly and rolling her so she was under him.


****If I took it wrong, she can slap him. ****

lol, no it was totally fine.**

Katy returned the kiss, which then turned into a make out. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down futher. It felt good to her, not new, but she felt her lips tingle, it was... great.

Tyrel let his hands snake around her waist pulling her close, but not crushing her. Don't say anything, just enjoy it. He said to himself before pulling away for air.


*ugh*

They were both panting, Katy couldn't believe they had just done that. They avoided eye contact with each other. Katy was scared he was going to say something. She couldn't hold her breath so she went first,

"Well um that was really..." she started.

"Katy..." Tyrel growled.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"Shut up." he laughed against her lips. She smiled alot too.

He kissed her again and she pushed into the kiss. When they puleld apart he locked eyes with her.

"YOu don' thave to say anything you know." He said.

"I didn't, you do." She smiled innocently. He growled kissin her again.

**I'm doing a time skip, until morning!**

The night on the beach was great, well, morning technically. They ended up sleeping on the beach. And in the morning when they finally got into the hotel the janitor opened the door for them. Where they had to start packing.

"You know, I'm not going to miss this room." he said, grinning.

"Aww, your not going to miss the red?" she joked.

"Hell, no." he growled. He grabbed her wrist and led her through the door, they were finally free of the murder room.
_________

*Now there home! whoot!*

Katy noticed Tyrel being pale when they got home she was afraid he was going to puke.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I hate flying." he admitted, he looked like he was going to kiss the ground. She smiled alittle bit.

"Really, you love diving down deep in the ocean, but you can't fly?"

"Correct. I have no life support up there." He shrugged. He walked through the door and Belle and Salem ran over to them. "Looks like we were missed."


***So did they 'love' on each other. ***

**Sure lol**

Katy rolled her eyes, "your such a baby." she said in a funny tone. Then she went into the kitchen, noticing a note,

'For Katy. I picked up the animals and warmed the house a little bit.

Love, Celeste.'

Next to the note was a paper bag, it was full of medications, Katy's medications. She quickly went into the bathroom and looked at them, one bottle for her headaches, another for anxiety, and... What the hell? Birth control. Katy wanted to curse her Celeste. But she'd have to admit, she'd need them, but she already had a bottle, of course she never really used it. Katy put the medication into the cabent above the sink and came out of the bathroom. Tyrel was laying on the bed with Belle licking his face.

"How can you let her do that?" Katy demanded.

"How can you let Salem pop in the house, or rub his tail on your face?" He asked back.

"Fine, but it's still kinda gross." She growled.

"nope, dogs mouth is one of the cleanest out there." He shrugged sitting up. "What, you aren't jealous of little ol Belle are you?" He laughed.

Katy threw her head back and laughed. "I wouldn't be jealous of that crotch sniffer, if I was Marely." she said throwing herself on her side of the bed. Laying on her stomach.

He rolled his eyes. "OK, Belle, knock it off. Princess Katy finds it unlady like." He said the last part in a British accent.

The dog then layed silently at his feet.

"Ok, house plans." He said rolling to face her. "The floors stay. I'll just cover them with a seal so they can't get messed up. It won't change their appearance, just make them safe."

"Ok."

"What do you want me to fix, not touch, and so on."

"I just want the floors, although why are you fixing up the house? We're only going to be here for seven months." she replied.

"Well, I want the house to be nice for the next seven months." he said.

She shrugged. "I guess but. I don't think either one of us is going to get to keep this house. Although I really do love it."

"Maybe you can keep it. I could always find another one somewhere. Probably an apartment." he replied as he looked up at the roof.



*ughg**

"I don't want it." she said shaaking her head. "I mean, sure it's OK and everything but... I couldn't ever keep it." she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"I have a history with this house." she said, as she sat up and sat criss cross. And now that it didn't matter now, "it was my mom's house. Before she died." she said.

"Oh." he said nodding. "I've never seen your mother, I'm sorry." he said.

"It's OK." she said. "So now it's your turn, to tell me about your life, where are your parents?" she asked.