Kenzie stiffened slightly as Walter’s hand moved to her shoulder, but she forced herself to relax as he began to rub.  She had never been an extremely intimate person.  Her encounter with the pair a few days ago had been her first time to lay with anyone since she’d fled her home a few years before, and even then she’d been very hesitant to trust anyone with her body.  But Walter and Jules had drawn her in so quickly, so smoothly, that Kenzie had found herself melting into their arms, giving in to the pleasure and release she’d needed for so long.<br/><br/>She wondered if Walter’s mind had been drawn back to that moment as easily as hers had.  She watched as Juliette headed for the kitchen to put something on the stove, then turned to face Walter, blue eyes filled with more questions than answers.<br/><br/>“Eight hours is plenty of time to kill…” she began.  “Food and drink is a good place to start though.”  What was she even thinking.  Kenzie pulled away from Walter, letting the space between them grow, even though a part of her wanted nothing more than the throw herself back at him, and beg for him and Jules to repeat what they’d done to her the first time.  Admitting such wants was out of character for the woman who kept her heart on ice and her body as cold as a glacier.  But the way Jules had approached her, pulled her closer, brushed her lips against Kenzie’s closed mouth had sparked a fire that had raged inside her for the next few hours.<br/><br/>She turned back to Walter, her heels clicking on the floor.  Jules might prefer boots, but Kenz had always had a passion for a variety of shoes.  “Or?”