Fight Club (гет)

Initially written for the hiatus prompt: Undercover.
This is what should have happened after the Paternity hug.
In seconds she was bare. His hands, now stained with the blood that painted her clothes, groped at her breasts and stomach spreading the stain across them both. And it seemed right, seemed almost appropriate, that Kathy would be there with them in this moment. His wife could have died and she wondered, allowed herself a few seconds to consider, whether they would have done this if she had died. If maybe they would have done more.