The big house was quiet. Ever so quiet. The rooms empty and the hallways silent. Most were asleep. Infact, they all were. But there were two exceptions. The night air seemed to make it's way into the house, causing the female in the kitchen to glance towards the open window. She'd have to shut that in a minute. Tia turned back, a hand moving towards the pint of milk she wanted to add to her cup of tea, when another hand grabbed it.

"What the..." Her head craned to see who it was and eyes slanted at the sight of Kael. "Give it back."

The male behind her, merely offered her a cocky grin and he made a move to drink from the bottle. Disgusted by his actions, Tia knocked the bottle from his hands and it crashed to the floor, milk spilling across the floor. Now Kael was unhappy.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" he snapped, head whipping round to face her. "You better clean that up."

Tia narrowed her eyes more. "I don't think so. You can do it."

Kael watched as Tia turned back to what she was doing with a slight resentment look upon his features. Sending a hand flying forth, he gripped her wrist tightly and stepping back, yanked her against him. The force turned her around and she hit his chest, forced into a locked postition via his arms.

"...What the- Kael. Let me go, you jerk." She writhed in his arms, but in vain. But Tia was hardly your typical woman. Leaning up on tiptoes, she brought her head back and slammed it into his forehead, in a vicious headbutt. The attack forced the arms around her to loosen and she watched Kael grab his face in pain, stumbling backwards. His foot caught the edge of the milk puddle behind and slipping, he crashed to the floor back first.

Tia followed suit, as his legs suddenly swiped out in a sweeping kick and catching her ankles, brought her down into the mess of the milk as well. It was on now. Grunting in anger, she dragged herself over to his flattened out body and straddled him, hands grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, unknown of the position she'd put herself in.

Kael blinked in slight surprise as he was yanked up off the floor, faced with the seemingly fuming Tia upon him. She was about to say something, but he cut her off, forcing his lips against hers. The kiss lasted roughly three seconds, before the female roughly pushed him away and made a sound of displeasure.

"You disgusting..."

She didn't get any further, as Kael kicked up his body, sending her flying overhead and slid along the floor. He didn't waste time and scrambled to his feet, struggling amongst the white liquid, and swung round to face her. But Tia wasn't slow either and upon his turn, she was running at him. Unable to stop her in time, her body hit his and the two slammed back against the counter behind. Now in close proximity, there was a moment of pause, a glance to each other's lips before they realized what they were doing.

Tia slammed a punch for his gut, and Kael released a low 'oof' at the hit, before he grabbed her upper arm, pushing her away. She stumbled and hit the fridge, back first, causing it to rattle. But that's when everything changed. Kael followed after her, lips parting to say something, when Tia's hands outstretched and grabbed his neck. Yanked in, their lips collided in an agressive manner, tongues and noses clashing.

His hands dropped, roughly grabbing her hips and pulled himself against her, before she suddenly jumped, legs wrapping round his waist. He kept hold of her, but stumbled backwards, turning them and slamming her against the counter. Tia's hands released him for a moment, waving out in an erratic gesture, knocking away the items on the counter below. Crashing up onto the counter, Kael straddling the female, his hand grabbed a handful of her hair, gripping tightly, and pulled her head up to meet his waiting lips.

Almost as though wanting him and wanting him off, at the same time, Tia thrust her knees up, catching him in the stomach and sat bolt upright, forcing him backwards. However, her hands dropped and worked on his trousers, while he undid hers. Trousers kicked off, she's grabbed his head and crashed their lips back together, as the body postition changes.

Slipping himself inside her, a low growl emits from her lips, and as he shoves her against the kitchen wall behind, she digs her nails into his back, tearing away at his flesh through the item of clothing as the rhythm kicks in, forcing grunts and moans from both of them.

"...Fuck...you." She muttered through gasping moans.

He managed a toothy grin, pushing hard and forcing her against the wall hard, meanwhile, a scream of pleasure escaped her mouth. Hate? Yes. Love? No way.