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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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Date: 2011-10-02 09:34 pm (UTC)"At home...I probably wouldn't have come back. Not until we had to work together again." Kate tucks her head back down to his shoulder and smooths his shirt, but messes it up again when her hand slides back under it. "But we're not home. Nowhere to run now. When I try, I always end up here."
Here. In his arms. With him.
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Date: 2011-10-03 12:35 am (UTC)"When you're feeling like you need to run, you should run to me."
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Date: 2011-10-03 12:45 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2011-10-03 12:48 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:01 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:10 am (UTC)"You're what I want too, Kate. More than I thought I would, believe me."
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:19 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-03 02:17 am (UTC)He slides his hands down to her hips and presses her a little more firmly into his lap.
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Date: 2011-10-03 02:31 am (UTC)It surprises her she has an answer to that. Tonight, at least, what she doesn't want is: anyone but him.
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Date: 2011-10-03 02:44 am (UTC)When he gets to the bed, he cups her face in both his hands before kissing her, long and slow and deep.
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Date: 2011-10-03 03:43 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-10-03 08:56 pm (UTC)"Want me, then?"
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Date: 2011-10-03 09:06 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-10-03 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-03 10:50 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2011-10-04 03:13 am (UTC)"You look bloody gorgeous, Katie."
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Date: 2011-10-04 04:17 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-10-04 04:53 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-10-04 05:24 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-10-04 02:25 pm (UTC)He's not biting out of rough pleasure and leaving a mark. He's just plain marking her.
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Date: 2011-10-04 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-04 08:50 pm (UTC)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.
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