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[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.

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"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."

"Want you," Declan groans, sliding his hand down to tug off the scrap of lace that passes for underwear and rub his fingers against her where she's hot and swollen.

"Want me too?"

Finally, it's just too much and she has to laugh. It's a rough sound, hoarse with the workout she's giving her voice over him, but affectionate. She props up on her elbows and looks pointedly down to where his fingers are playing in the slick mess he's made of her.

"Declan, babe, you've got your fingers in my twat. I'm dripping all over you. I can't stop telling you how good you feel." She grins at him and shakes her head, glad weirdly for the break from the intense emotion. "What do you think? Do I?"

Just in case he's not getting the picture and he thinks she only means his body she lifts up the rest of the way to put her arms around his neck. "Yeah," she says softly and kisses him again. "I want you, Declan. I want you."

"I like to ask permission before I go shoving my cock in you," Declan quips, softening a little when she kisses him. It just feels natural to shift from that kiss to stripping off the rest of his clothes to slide into a condom and then into her and he does, hissing a little at the feel of her around him.

"Fuck, you feel good."

Kate cocks her head, surprised by the quip, and letting the idea rattle around in her head. She kisses him again while he's trying to undress, and again while he's putting the condom on and gets her fingers all up in that, helping, and there are words on her tongue when he pushes into her but they fly out her brain at the feel of him stretching her open.

They come back, when she remembers how to breathe. She wants to say he's really sweet. No one's ever been sweet like this to her and she doesn't know what to do with it. That's gonna wait, now, though, and it comes out a husky, "Wouldn't be here if I didn't want it. Blanket permission--ah, godyeah--" she rolls her hips under him, adjusting. "For any part of you you want to put in any part of me, Declan. Any."

"Only interested in this part at the moment," Declan murmurs, keeping it slow but hitting her deep on every pass. They work well together, he and Kate, and he's discovering that them in the field seems to transition to the bedroom without much fuss.

His mouth finds her neck again, scraping and sucking another mark as he moves in her.

Kate's hips lift, bucking into the first thrust then fall again and her fingers claw in the sheet and his shoulder for something to hold onto. It's slow, yeah, but between his cock and his mouth, he fucking owns her right now and she's... "A-okay with that," she whimpers, way needier than she ever wants to hear herself sounding.

What she means is she's coming apart at the seams.

He's more than all right with it himself and it's a little harsher than he normally is, a little more frantic when he fucks her and tugs her leg up over his hip so he can hit her deeper.

She gives as good as she gets, though, and it's been a long while since Declan's been with a woman like that.

Yeah, she's coming apart, one thrust at a time. Fuck. God he feels good. So good. She can't really think anymore. It's just Declan strong and solid, pinning her so she can't fly away and his cock hitting her everywhere she needs it. No thinking, just being taken exactly how she needs it.

It's not even an O that has her shaking under him, even though that's coming soon and she winds her leg up higher to get more friction. She's been wound so tight, and now he's unwinding her from the inside. Taking her apart. It scares her a little. Fuck it scares her a lot. "Want you," she whispers, finally answering his question, simple and true but not easy. "Declan, please."

"Got me. Always got me," Declan promises, even though he shouldn't. He's hip-deep in her, though, and she's making all those pretty sounds because of him and it's hard not to promise her the moon and work on the practicality of it later.

He sucks hard against one shoulder, a tiny bruise already blossoming beneath his lips and wonders if Kate minds it terribly that he's been marking his territory all over her since they started.

Kate's dark-skinned enough that she doesn't think much about the marks she picks up during sex or Abnormal-wrangling funtimes. Didn't. Before Sam and Magnus and Declan got after her about it. So it's kinda funny that Declan's got his teeth all over her. Except she's lashing and whimpering, not laughing, making more noise than she ever has every time she arches into his mouth or claws into his back to climb up his cock.

Later, Kate's pretty sure she's going to freak out about why she can't be quiet in bed with him. And about that damned always and Katie that are noisier than she is. In this moment, she's just hoping he won't mind her drawing blood now with the first too-loud cry when she clenches down around him, head thrown back and coming hard. Coming apart.

Declan's glad his hut's way on the far edge of the island with no real neighbors because Kate's loud and it makes him want to be loud too. He holds on long enough to fuck her through the orgasm but his control's not spectacular where she's concerned and soon he's coming too, sealing his mouth over hers in a harsh kiss.

His mouth crashes down over hers, hard, hard enough for howling clawing make me forget sex when that's not what this is. She's already gone, but it rips through her and she screams, pushing the entire fucking tidal wave of everything at him while it flips her end over end.

Declan softens his kisses as he comes down, moving from her lips to her jaw and neck, and just takes the time to ease them both down before moving away.

"Christ, Katie. Just...fucking hell, is it always going to be like that?"

Kate's still quaking, and pulsing inside when he pulls away. She lets him go. Of course she does. Why wouldn't she? It's what she wants, right? No strings, no promises, just repeat performances.

She stretches her arm out to touch him, then rolls up to her side. "Like what, babe? Best you've ever had?" she tries out, but the smirk falls flat and not even the husky, sex-raw tone of her voice can hide how soft it is.

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