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Kate's back to drinking tequila again. That's never a good sign. Tonight it's a sign she's bouncing between sexy check-in notes with Declan that make this island seem all right and people like Coraline screaming and crying over how much it fucking sucks.

The smart thing to do would be find Will or Magnus, talk some of this out. Even finding someone to spar with, that would work. Thing is, Kate's not that kind of smart. When it comes to helping Coraline? Sure. Yeah. She's been listening to Will do his shrink thing for years now. But when it comes to herself?

Fuck that noise. She'd still rather fuck and forget.

Kate leans her back against a post to watch the room, drinks another shot (hot wheels only, no training), and flirts at whatever makes eye contact. Whether she's Go or just Show, she hasn't decided yet. Mostly, she's trying not to look for anyone in particular. She's trying not to wish he'd come in and just...

Take her home.

[OOC: Find her at the Hub or the Winchester (let me know) any evening between now and the 20th. Available for all of your Freelander needs. If you need a specific date, email me, otherwise I'll work them out. For the record, Kate's very bi but a lot less available than she thinks she is.]

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Winchester is Magnus's place and for some reason, Declan feels like Kate would go to the Hub instead. He's not wrong, not really, and he snags gin from the bar before going to sit across from her. She's been busy all week, yeah, but he's sent her notes and seen her here and there.

"What's your poison, love?"

She sees him when he comes in. Her reaction's so strong, she doesn't wave or draw his attention. She needs a minute, needs to deal with the wave of guilt for the other people she's done stuff with. The hot flash of anger because it's supposed to be allowed. The overpowering relief is what gets her the most.

Fuck, Kate. What the hell have you done to yourself?

It only gets worse at the sound of his voice. Knots in her spine unkinking and her body going loose. She tells herself the lie it's because she knows where she'll be tonight, believes it, then realizes it's not a lie at all.

"Hey," she says, softer than usual and smiles when he sits, immediately stretches her feet under the table to tangle with his. "Been drinking tequila, but I think I'm gonna quit that now." Crap, it even sounds metaphorical.

That's new, tangling her feet with his, and Declan can't help but grin like a fool at her.

"Well, you know what they say about tequila," he quips but it's a little lost because he's busy staring at her. He's gone on her and it's ridiculous, considering the mess they're in with their relationship...thing.

Fuck, MacRae, pull yourself together.

"Uh huh," she says, even though she has no idea what he's talking about. She's not even sure she remembers what he said. It's dumb. She's seen him plenty of times this week. But somehow this feels different.

She sits there what feels like half an hour watching him grin at her as dumb as she feels, then shakes her head. "Suddenly not feeling much like drinking, babe. Want to go do something?"

"Yeah. Walk, then? On the beach in the moonlight? Might as well knock out as many cliches as possible," Declan says, standing and offering his arm. He doesn't know if she'll take it and he means it mostly as a joke but still. He wonders.

He's probably completely fucked but he suspects Kate's aware of how mad he is for her.

Kate gets up and instead of taking his arm, punches him in the shoulder. It's light and affectionate and she's grinning. "That better have been your Will imitation," she says, but her hand slides down his arm to find his.

Last time they went for a moonlit walk on the beach was right after her got here. There was swimming and naked. If they swim naked... she's not ready to make that promise yet, even though it's starting to feel like she needs to. Soon. Not just because she wants him.

"Walk sounds good."

"Walk it is, my lady," Declan says gallantly. It's over the top and sort of stupid but it's not like anyone on this island knows him well enough to judge and the two people who do are probably engaging in their own ridiculous displays of affection.

He'd just seen Zimmerman earlier getting tea for Magnus and what he strongly suspected was a love note tucked in his hand so he's still being outdone by them, at least.

Once they're outside, he lowers his voice a little and it sounds a little more tender than before.

"Been busy this week, yeah?"

Before Kate can smack him for calling her 'my lady', her gut flips at something, probably the damned 'my' and she just shrugs and lets it go. Not like she trusts her tongue for talking right now. It's too damned happy to see him to tell anything but the truth.

She nods and keeps walking, away from the Hub. Away from people. "More than half done with my community service. They gave me six weeks but..." Kate shrugs and glances up at him, soft-eyed. "I kinda wanted to put it behind me."

"That's good, clean slate and all that," Declan says. He doesn't say it out loud, but everything about his tone and his words say he's proud of her. He is, actually, for stepping up.

"I'll be glad when you're done. More free time for recon, of course."

"It's not that, really. The clean slate. I know they say that about the island all the time, but..." Kate frowns at her tongue running off with itself, but it's Declan and maybe she just needs to tell him. "I don't really want a clean slate. Maybe that's even why I did it. It's too easy, just washing away everything I did before the Sanctuary because there's no one here but you guys who know it."

She threads her fingers with his and tries not to think about how junior high that is. Not that that's hard. She didn't date in junior high. "I hurt a lot of people, Declan. A lot of Abnormals. I'm not done making that right and I'm not...I don't want to go acting like I am."

Declan squeezes her hand, just a quick touch to remind her he's there. She's doing things that would be hard for anyone and handling it reasonably well, considering. Kate's changing, growing. It's good to see.

"Then you'll keep working at it. I'd offer to help but that's something between you and your conscience. I'll always have your back, though, no matter what."

"You do help, babe." That's weird. 'Babe' sounds different now. Like it means him, specifically, not just something she says. She'd laugh at herself but it's not really funny.

She stops him, tugging on his hand and turns to face him. "You help a lot. And...if I say anything else I'm going to start sounding like a damned greeting card."

"You are," Declan agrees. He keeps his hand in hers but slides the other up beneath her hair to cup the back of her neck.

"I won't hold it against you, though. I'll even keep it a secret."

It's like her spine's a sparkler and his hand lit off the end. Her knees get it too, and her elbows, and Kate just...

Gives. She gives. She fucking gives. No one makes her feel like this.

She shrugs, smiles a little, and slides her arms around him. "You tell anyone, I gut you. That's the deal," she murmurs, but the only heat is his chest under her cheek.

"Not looking for a Kate Freelander special," Declan promises, sliding his other hand back around her waist. The hand on her neck slides up into her hair, massaging her scalp lightly.

"At least not the sort that gets me knifed. The other sort, well."

Kate tenses just a little. She's not ready to promise. She can't promise. Not until she knows she can keep it and this week, well. It's probably what this week has been about in some way.

"I like that," she teases instead. "You making me sound like the Godmother or something." But her hand slides beneath his shirt for the feel of skin and she's still molded to him like a wetsuit.

"What's been keeping you busy?"

"Helped Magnus set a broken bone in a bird," Declan says, laughing a little. "So, you know, just business as usual. I've been reading some of the things off the bookshelf, too."

One of the map books (useless) and an O'Brian novel (much better, actually.)

"Am I being presumptuous to ask you back to bed with me, Katie? For sleep?"

Katie. Kate exhales slowly and another sheet of tension just melts off her. It kind of pisses her off how important that is. How much she needs to hear it to know they're okay.

She shakes her head, with it still pressed against his shoulder. Looks up at him, and shakes it again. "No." Lip caught between her teeth, she rubs the space between his ribs with her fingers. "I was going to ask, if you didn't. I...yeah. I want to go back with you."

"Let's go," Declan says, but he doesn't make a move to release her from his arms. "In a few, though, I'm not inclined to let you go just yet."

Damn, he was gone on her. Too gone.

Continued here.

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