girlsolo | [For Declan] Quick fix and heartbeats, gets me so easily

Entry tags:

[For Declan] Quick fix and heartbeats, gets me so easily

It's been days since she's seen him. Since the day she took Will's baseball. It's not...it is because she's been avoiding him, but not because of the sex. Or him caring. Or her caring. She just..

She'd needed to do this alone.

Kate had needed to take the things she did, replace them the way she did. Will would say she was 'working through' something. Maybe. Or maybe she just needed to screw up and get caught so she could remember how that felt. Or maybe it was the same thing. Whatever it was, Declan couldn't have ridden shotgun on this one. He'd have stopped her and she'd have let him.

She doesn't want him to be her prison warden. To have to hold her leash. To have to clean up after her and she knows he will if she lets him. But it's okay tonight. The mess is managed, same as the mischief. It's on her head and no one else's.

Tonight, Kate doesn't want Declan for something. She just wants Declan.

He's not there when she gets to his hut. She could let herself in, but she won't. Instead, she parks her ass on the porch stairs and waits. If anything, the peace and quiet's kind of nice. The stars don't look familiar, but when she looks up at them, they're beautiful anyway.

*Title and lj-cut lyrics from The Sounds' Queen of Apology.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I don't need a babysitter." Kate stiffens, not exactly pulling away but squaring up for a fight. Anyone else said that and she'd be at the door and fists flying. With him, it's just a warning blip on the radar. "If I wanted that, Will's already claimed the job." And if not him then Sam.

She's not sure she likes the spark of heat in her eyes when she rests her nails against his stomach. "Want you, yeah. But not for that."

"What do you want me for, then?"

Declan has a good idea but he wants to hear it from her mouth and know she wants it and she's not just going along with it because it suits her to at the time. Bit selfish of him, maybe, but he cares about her and he wants her to care just as much.

For a minute, Kate is so still she might not even be there. Not breathing, not moving, her heart might not even be beating.

"For me," she finally answers, a low, catscratch of a claim. It's as much a threat as an answer. What Kate Freelander wants for herself she takes. That much hasn't changed. Except in all the ways it has. Because she wants him for him, too. She just doesn't know how to say that.

"Come claim me, then," Declan says, and while he means it as a joke it comes out a little more seriously than he intended.

"You're what I want too, Kate. More than I thought I would, believe me."

That's all it takes to unleash...everything. Her fingernails sink into his skin and she shifts in his lap, straddling him so fast there's no time for him to adjust.

"Don't say it like that if you don't mean it," Kate says, a low warning growl in her tone before she kisses him. Her teeth graze his bottom lip and her mouth is hard on his. It's not as desperate as the last time, just hungry.

"Of course I mean it," Declan scoffs in a break between kisses. His hands thread into her hair and hold her still so he can kiss her the way he wants: slow, measured and nothing approaching frenzied.

"Later, I wanna know why," she warns him, the rising need in her kisses not masked at all by him making her take it slow. She rolls her hips to press herself down over him. Everything else disappearing in the summer-storm heat of this thing between them. "Later."

"Later. Not talking now," Declan murmurs, nipping at her lower lip to try and make it clear that he needs this before they do any more talking. He needs her.

He slides his hands down to her hips and presses her a little more firmly into his lap.

"Yeah," Kate agrees, a little breathy already while her hands tug at his shirt, trying to get it off. "Bed, babe? I want..." What doesn't she want?

It surprises her she has an answer to that. Tonight, at least, what she doesn't want is: anyone but him.

"I want too," Declan agrees, tugging her along with him. He wants it more than he can possibly say and doesn't want to screw that up by saying so, but he can show her.

When he gets to the bed, he cups her face in both his hands before kissing her, long and slow and deep.

His mouth over hers is like...like someone striking one of those gong-things in a Hindu temple and standing too close. It runs down her spine and into her knees. As fucking cliche is that is, they feel weak.

No one's ever kissed her like this. She knows it. Fuck, she knows it. Worse, she wants it. And instead of running or pushing or taking, Kate just tugs his shirt free and slides her hands under it and stays right here. With Declan.

Something gives a little in the kiss and Declan pulls her closer, not wanting to break it to ask if that's all right. When she slides her hands under his shirt, Declan knows he's made the right call about that.

"Want me, then?"

"Don't be a dick, Declan," Kate whispers, hot and needy, deep-down, scary-as-fuck, not-for-sex needy. It's affectionate, but there's an edge to it. "Told you I don't do this. But I'm back for it. For you."

Don't push. Please don't push. It's there in her eyes if he knows her as well as he thinks he does. As she thinks he does. She pushes her hands up his back and holds on. If he pushes, she's going to break.

"I'm not being a dick," Declan promises, nuzzling just under her jaw and kissing along her throat. "Just want to make you feel good, Katie, because it makes me feel good too."

"I'm good with that kind of feeling." It's not as sassy as it should be, but it's been a long week and an even longer month.

She steps away, skins off her jacket and her shirt, and steps out of her jeans. Her underwear's not Magnus's negligee nice, but she looks hot in black lace. And she wants him thinking with his dick for awhile.

"Good with you feeling me, too."

"Plan to," Declan says, taking a moment to watch her in all that black lace. It's a damned good look for her, if he says so himself, and he loops an arm around her and pulls her close again, hand sliding down to cup her ass.

"You look bloody gorgeous, Katie."

This time at least it's parts lower that tighten and flutter when he calls her 'Katie'. It's like her cunt's figured out already that 'Katie' means getting it good.

"Damn right." The whimper from his hand squeezing her ass kind of wrecks her cool on that. She decides she doesn't give a fuck, slides her arms around his neck and pulls herself up to kiss him and wrap her legs around his hips.

Kate always seems to climb him like a bloody tree and Declan's not entirely opposed to that; if anything, it just makes him burn hotter for her. He already burns too hot where she's concerned, too close to the fire when he's got emotions tangled up in the sex, but that's not what he's going to think about tonight.

Tonight, he's just going to give them both what they need and he drops them to the bed, propping up on his elbows to keep his weight off her. She's slight, even if she doesn't always seem that way because of the attitude.

Her eyes close, not shutting him out, not at all. She's just appreciating his weight over her. Chilling with the relief of not feeling like she'll fly away with one strong gust of wind.

She tips her head back, stretching her neck and offering it while she twines her legs with his. Maybe she's not going to say Look, Ma, no marks but she's thinking it. Except... It's not really a smartass move. Kate's trying damned hard not to say C'mon, babe, give me yours.

Declan's not the sort to turn down such a blatant offer and he seals his mouth against the pulse point at the base of her throat and scrapes his teeth against it lightly. He could probably go harder, yeah, but he likes to build it up over time instead of just giving her what she wants right at first.

Kate shivers for the soft, wet heat and arches for the scrape of his teeth. At the first hint of suction, she curls her fingers into his skin and gives up a low, quite whine of need. This isn't some random fuck she's bruising and getting bruised with. It's Declan. Declan making damned sure she can't block it out and ride the wave of pain.

He's not biting out of rough pleasure and leaving a mark. He's just plain marking her.

"Like it that way, then?" Declan asks, marking her again just a little lower down. He doesn't know what it is about her that makes him want to mark her up and know it's just from him, but he does.

There's a flash of irritation that he keeps asking, forcing her to admit to wanting this with him, as if she hasn't opened her chest wide enough for him to see her bleeding. Her hand tightens in his hair, aiming to pull him off, then just as quickly releases at the steady, hot suction of his mouth again.

Between trying to remember to breathe and whimpering, "Fuck, babe, you know I do," it hits her that maybe he needs to hear it. She opens her eyes and tugs his head up so she can see his. "Like this with you."

Truth, truth, all this fucking truth. It's like ripping the shitty wallpaper off sheetrock to expose the mess beneath.

It's raw and honest, what she says, and Declan sort of feels bad for pushing it and asking. He tugs at her bra clasp and works it off so he can move his mouth that much lower, licking and sucking at one nipple.

No marks here, just teasing and making her feel good, and Declan's not the the sort to play around too much until he gets to the point of things but damned if she doesn't make him want to change his standards.

"Fuck," Kate whispers, pure, sweet relief that he's getting to the point. It's weird, she thinks as his hair slips through her fingers, that she doesn't want to beg tonight or wait. Just wants to feel him, foreplay instead of delayed gratification.

Her back arches, pushing her breasts to his mouth while she splays her thighs for his hips or his hands. He has great hands, thick strong fingers, but she's not feeling picky. "So good."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject