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Bonny likes the new place, over at New Atlantis, or what would be New Atlantis if the island weren't a dust-covered bitch during the day and a witch's tit at night. Kate's not so sure. Last night Kate packed up the stuff of Declan's she's keeping (if it turns back into what it was before) and moved it to the new place, then went back to stay the night.
It'd been days since she as much as teared up, but she cried half the night. Missing him. Not because there's no one else out there for her and her heart's ripped from her chest like Will would be if Magnus left, or Finnick and Annie, but because he was home. She loved him, loves him, will probably always love him, and what she told told Danny at Mardi Gras still feels true. If he was here, she'd still be thinking plus one forever. But for him, it's best he's gone. He didn't want to marry her, have kids with her (not that she wants that, no matter what two alternate universes have to say about it), but some part of him wants that, she thinks. Maybe at home he'll find his Garris or maybe he'll find her and convince her. He always said he would. Find her. Ask her out. Love her. She doesn't know what to hope for that other version of herself. For some version of him that remember them on the island.
The next night she leaves Bonny at the new place with Dr. J. to keep an eye on her, and hikes back out to her place with a couple of bottles of booze and a note in one particular inbox. There's being real - no lies, no bullshit, no secrets - which is a note in a different box, or different set of boxes, only one maybe with sex involved. Then there's being raw - no lies, no bullshits, no secrets, not giving a shit because it's not about that anyway. It's filthy, dirty, friendly, sex for sex sake. It's been awhile, and who knows if Aidan's ready to climb back on her, but she kinda figures maybe. It might be time.
And just in case in he's not in the place for it, there's another note, this one for Phoebe. Clear as clear can be: If the cabin's rocking, don't bother knocking. Just come on in. The if it's not, well, Kate figures that's pretty obvious. She and Phoebe have been talking around getting naked since before Declan left. Not like Aidan's going to mind the extra company and if it's just her and Barbie, that's okay too.
Kate knows one thing. Before this night is through, I wanna do real bad things to you. But she'll settle for sharing the booze.
It'd been days since she as much as teared up, but she cried half the night. Missing him. Not because there's no one else out there for her and her heart's ripped from her chest like Will would be if Magnus left, or Finnick and Annie, but because he was home. She loved him, loves him, will probably always love him, and what she told told Danny at Mardi Gras still feels true. If he was here, she'd still be thinking plus one forever. But for him, it's best he's gone. He didn't want to marry her, have kids with her (not that she wants that, no matter what two alternate universes have to say about it), but some part of him wants that, she thinks. Maybe at home he'll find his Garris or maybe he'll find her and convince her. He always said he would. Find her. Ask her out. Love her. She doesn't know what to hope for that other version of herself. For some version of him that remember them on the island.
The next night she leaves Bonny at the new place with Dr. J. to keep an eye on her, and hikes back out to her place with a couple of bottles of booze and a note in one particular inbox. There's being real - no lies, no bullshit, no secrets - which is a note in a different box, or different set of boxes, only one maybe with sex involved. Then there's being raw - no lies, no bullshits, no secrets, not giving a shit because it's not about that anyway. It's filthy, dirty, friendly, sex for sex sake. It's been awhile, and who knows if Aidan's ready to climb back on her, but she kinda figures maybe. It might be time.
And just in case in he's not in the place for it, there's another note, this one for Phoebe. Clear as clear can be: If the cabin's rocking, don't bother knocking. Just come on in. The if it's not, well, Kate figures that's pretty obvious. She and Phoebe have been talking around getting naked since before Declan left. Not like Aidan's going to mind the extra company and if it's just her and Barbie, that's okay too.
Kate knows one thing. Before this night is through, I wanna do real bad things to you. But she'll settle for sharing the booze.
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Date: 2012-04-27 04:39 am (UTC)"That's fine," Aidan told her, looking up from Kate's neck for a moment to smile at Phoebe. "Kate and I can be rather physical when we get in the moment."
That wasn't all they did, but it was something they didn't really get with many other people, so it was often their go-to style of fucking with each other.
Sliding a hand down, he pulled up Kate's dress so that he could sneak under it and squeeze her ass. She rocked jeans or leather well normally because of that fantastic ass, but damn were her legs great too.
"Any other surprises you've got for tonight?"
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Date: 2012-04-27 10:26 am (UTC)"Nothing to worry about there, Barbie," she says, a clear tease, of an insult become a pet name. "I'll save hurting you for when I'm kicking your ass on the mats."
She tips her head all the way back to smile at Aidan who's already (predictably, thankfully, hungrily) groping her ass. "If you're looking for girl number three to hop out of a cake or something, you're going to be disappointed. But if you're thinking more toward using each other as surfaces for body shots for awhile, then--"
A pause, a glance at Phoebe, just enough time to think about it, and then-- "Surprise?"
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Date: 2012-04-27 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-28 03:38 am (UTC)He ached to move faster, to get to something more physical, but he could understand how the drink and anticipation would make it all that much better.
"But Phoebe you look good enough to do some very bad things to so I'm very happy you showed up," he added, slipping a hand to cup behind her neck and pull her in for a kiss.
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Date: 2012-04-28 06:54 am (UTC)She's never been much for watching instead of doing though, so she paws through the bottles Aidan and Phoebe both brought (it's cute they know her so well, but it worries her how careless she is, drinking without anyone to watch her back on the island). She picks out some whiskey, takes a taste and decides it'll do, and sets it by the couch.
"Except there's way too much clothing going on. Anyone need strip poker for an excuse?" she teases, because she's already behind Aidan pulling his shirt out of his trousers. She slides her hands around to his abs (they're fucking fantastic) and up his chest. He's tense. Horny. Hungry. So Kate rakes her fingernails down his chest, both promise and warning. Keep the rough stuff between us.
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Date: 2012-04-29 06:43 am (UTC)"Way too much clothing is an easy fix," he said, pulling back from Phoebe for just a moment to help Kate get his shirt off before he leaned back in to crush his lips against Phoebe's.
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Date: 2012-04-29 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-29 07:21 pm (UTC)She lets Aidan do the kissing while she reaches around to finish the unbuttoning and drawing the dress down over her shoulders to her waist. Oh, yeah, it's been way too long since she's been with another chick. Her fingertips skim pretty, pretty curves and settle at her hips, and there's an echoing low pulse in her gut when she strokes both thumbs against that spot at the base of her spine just above her ass. Sometimes knowing what her partner's feeling, knowing she's doing it, just works.
Maybe that's why she sweeps Phoebe's hair off her neck and meets Aidan's gaze - hot, dark, and let's face it, slutty - before she puts her lips to Phoebe's shoulder. And why she's stifling a groan with her open mouth dragged along the line of Phoebe's throat.
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:10 am (UTC)He loves this, being part of something like this where you just overwhelm someone with the sensation of pleasure, where it's so much good feeling that it almost hurts. They'll each get their turn, but right now it's fun to work with Kate on seeing just what they can do to Phoebe to make her feel good.
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Date: 2012-05-01 11:55 pm (UTC)She reaches behind her head, with an added bonus of it curving her breast more into Aiden's touch, and slides her fingers through the silky strands of Kate's hair. Phoebe deepens the kiss, makes it hungrier, more animal need and gives herself over to the pleasure.
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Date: 2012-05-02 07:26 am (UTC)The best part of this - for her, so far - is that it could never have happened with Declan, so her mind's not making comparisons. This isn't complicated and emotional. It's physical. Really physical. And it's only getting more physical by the minute, with her hand sweeping up to catch Phoebe's other breast in her palm and her fingers catching, plucking, tucking, rolling, doing everything they can to overwhelm her with the sensations in that on nipple.
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Date: 2012-05-03 05:51 am (UTC)"You know," Aidan said, lips brushing across Phoebe's ear as he whispered to her. "Kate has entirely too much clothing on. I think we should help her with that."
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Date: 2012-05-03 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-03 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 02:25 pm (UTC)Fortunately, even with Kate pressed up against Phoebe her top came off fairly easily, giving him access to do to her exactly what he had done to Phoebe moments ago. As he squeezed at her breasts, he bite down on her shoulder, pinching her nipples, sending spikes of pleasurable-pain to go along with what Phoebe was doing to her.
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Date: 2012-05-06 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-07 12:04 am (UTC)She tilts her head all the way back to steal a quick, upside down kiss from Aidan, then steps it up a notch to see just how ready Phoebe is to play. One hand tangles in all that gorgeous hair, her mouth settles over Phoebe's pulse, pulling hard, and her other hand slides down between their bodies to brush against her thighs and tug at damp pubic curls.