In the time between picking up the damned ring and Kim coming back, Kyle was slowly adapting to having better-than-average senses. They probably weren't as good as a lycanthrope's but he did notice that his abilities had expanded somewhat. With his cheek resting against the top of Kim's head, he was aware of the subtle change to how she smelled. Well, he supposed it wasn't really a change
. She still smelled like Kim but underneath the perfume and the skincare there was a faint, musky sort of scent that he hadn't been conscious of before: wolf. "It's like the worst penny ever: it just keeps turning up."
Half-joking, half-completely serious, he chuckled into her hair, "Just don't make me angry - unless you want broken glass or mirrors everywhere." He'd found early on when his powers developed that telekinesis was a little bit like water or electricity: it took the path of least resistance. So when it flared due to high emotions, it was most likely that something fragile was about to go bang. There was a reason that Kyle's apartment leaned more toward stoneware dishes rather than glass or ceramics.
His voice took on a mocking airy-fairy quality "Practice, patience - my strong suit, I know - and lots of tranquil ponds, peaceful forest, chirping birdsong..." As if to demonstrate, Kyle lifted a hand; he didn't normally necessarily need hand gestures to channel his gifts but since he was stripping everything back to basics, it was hardly going to hurt. His desk drawer slid open and a dozen baking beads floated into the air. Frowning at them slightly and rotating his hand, he briefly made them spin in a series of geometric patterns before they settled back into the drawer again and it closed. "The fine control is still there; I just need to concentrate."
Eyebrows lifting when she related why she'd been finding orgasming so elusive, Kyle was surprised but not unhappy; squirting was something he had seen - thank you, worldwide web - but it wasn't anything he had experienced firsthand with a partner. He grinned back her while she winked at him, kissing her softly. "Lucky me?" He teased, wrapping his arms more securely around her, "I am looking forward to having you to myself, even just for a little bit."
Laughing at her 'pussy' joking, Kyle ducked his head to nip her lip lightly between his teeth. "Bitch," he said affectionately, before looking around his office. "You know, I'd like that. Areum goes off on maternity leave and then it'll be back to all hands on deck... and a vacation sounds great." He honestly didn't care where they went and his mind trundled off, thinking that even if they didn't necessarily leave New York and could just spend some time together. Kyle's eyes closed softly, thinking of just relaxing in Kim's apartment, watching her paint her beautiful skylines, chasing her kitchen staff away from the stove because, damnit, he was going to do it himself.
Strangely, Kyle's ears suddenly popped, as though the pressure in the room had changed abruptly and with a muffled yelp, found himself... sprawled in the middle of Kim's living-room floor, faint whisps of greyish-blue smoke dissapating from around him.
His voice was loud in the apartment, ears detecting no other sounds to indicate that there was anyone else around. "Fucking hell," he said again. What the fuck had happened? How the hell did he get here? Scrambling on all fours, Kyle lurched to his feet and almost immediately fell over again, stumbling like a drunk toward the landline. He felt hideous. Pulling the handset out of the cradle, he slid down the wall and dialed Kim's cellphone from memory.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up..." Heaving a sigh of relief when the connection was made, "... uh, help? I think I technically just broke in."