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Curtis had both heard and smelled Katra approaching from behind him, but had not turned to look at her until slender, warm arms were sliding around his waist and her fine, dark hands were reaching for the coffee pot. He normally prided himself in being calm in all situations, but now that he thought back on it a female had never acted like this with him. Not a female of his own species, at least. Back when he really was a young man in Germany, this sort of behavior between unmarried persons was hardly common.

"Off campus? Really?" He cleared his throat. He would keep calm. "Is it close enough for you to walk?"

Those idiots were outside his window playing volley ball in the sand pit again. Connor snarled and lifted his head enough to look at the beat-up radio alarm clock. Some time after ten. He'd only fallen asleep four hours ago. He swore. That was all the sleep he would be functioning on for that day. Tonight there probably wouldn't be any hunting. Killing was more difficult when he was exhausted. And he hated coffee.

As he shuffled around and dressed himself, Connor mentally listed off the excuses that he would give the mayor. He settled on informing him that his first night on the job was mainly for observation and that the real action wouldn't begin for another couple of days. Perhaps to make himself look better he'd also add that there were several on the campus. Maybe that would cause that pacifistic Nancy to expel the stick in his a**.

Showered, dressed, and hungry, Connor shuffled down to the cafeteria. The other residence in the hall avoided him, but Connor was fine with that. He liked solitude. It make leaving easier.

As he passed by Luka's room he recalled something. His knife. He still needed it back.

Connor continued on to the eating place, wishing that he could smoke in the building.

The cafeteria was throbbing with people by the time he arrived. The line for everything was incredibly long, so he settled for cereal to start with. That and some toast. He really wanted some red meat and beer, but there was no way he'd be obtaining that in this uppity joint. Grumbling, he plopped down and started gnawing at his toast.

***

"Ah, really?" Curtis replied. He swallowed the awkward lump in his throat. "I suppose that saves you a lot on petrol, then. "Do you have a roommate?" The conversation was taking many turns that implied things that he didn't really mean for it to, but he had to talk about something.

It took Luka forever to reach the omlet counter. "Give me three with everything." The cook was about to say something rather snide, but changed his mind when she glared at him. She took her omlets and two glass of milk and started searching for a table. She spied Connor and smiled as she walk towards him. Balancing her tray on one arm, she plopped his knife still wrapped in the scraff in front of him. "I think you left this in my room last night," she said a little louder than necessary. She fingered the forming scar on her chest, then brushed her hand up Connor's chest and over his shoulder as she walked past him. She sat at the table directly behind him. The place was so packed that their chairs were actually touching.

Kat knew it felt really awkward kissing one of her profs and there was a sort of forebidden fruit to it but it also felt right. She pulled back slowly and smiled at Curtis. She wasn't sure if she should say anything or if she should do anything so she just smiled awkwardly and kept her hands wrapped around his neck. She had put herself into a situation that she hadn't really prepared for. It didn't help that she had no idea that he was a were until a few hours ago.

"You're very welcome," Luka said as she picked up her tray and spun herself in the chair next to Connor's. "They can't believe that weirdo got laid..." She giggled and shook her head. "I wish." She put her hand on his knee. "So, you seem to have quite the reputation around here." She could tell that everyone in the near vicinity was watching and she had considerably lowered her voice after her first comment. She had meant to make the situations uncomfortable for him, she had, good, but they were talking to each other now, gossip be damned.

Connor tensed. Why was she so set on touching him?

"I don't need a reputation," he grumbled after downing a gulp of juice. "The point is for me to do my job and then vanish. The less attention I attract, the better." His scowl deepened. "And you aren't helping things." He brushed her hand off his knee and continued eating.

***

"That was... interesting..." Curtis admitted. She continued to hold him, so he continued to do the same. "I cannot recall the last time I was kissed like that." He chuckled. Perhaps he had been at one point, but his memories of everything prior to being the Nazi's guinea pig were fuzzy.

"Me?" Luka asked sarcastically. "Maybe you shouldn't have attracted my attention." She slid the chair closer to him, this time her hand slid around to his inner thigh.

Kat bent down and picked up the blanket he had put on her. She turned back to Curtis and gave it back to him. "A ride would be lovely, my legs are a little sore from last night, I need to go running more often. Possibly with you."