[Oct. 13-20] full stops and exclamation marks

[girlsolo]

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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Most chicks seem to have a thing about it when a guy's not poking their eye out with his dick before they get started. Kate's always kind of liked it. Extra challenge, or proof it's not just off they want, whatever. It's not something she feels she needs to analyze (not much is). It's just nice to cup her palm around a dick that's not fully hard and feel it get that way when she strokes her thumb against it.

She's done talking. It's time. Her vision's narrowing down to what's in front of her, fuzzy edges from the pot making it all even more appealing. "Yeah," she murmurs at him, because she forgot whatever he'd said and it doesn't matter anyway. Not now.

Another time she might work an angle, draw it out, but she's got no agenda here but 'off'. She drags the flat of her tongue along his length, then sucks him in, just at the tip.

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh." House let out a soft breath, and he relaxed, his face suddenly looking almost younger. It had been a long time... what, nine months? Ten?

He looked down at her, and at least for the moment, stopped thinking about why she was doing this, and just allowed himself to enjoy it.

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That little oh is a game-changer. He really wants this, maybe even really wants her. Kate's a good con but sex isn't something she likes to lie about. So, there's a smile in her eyes when she glances back up at him. Her thumb strokes the point of his hip when she curls her hand around it.

And there's a little extra play in the curl of her tongue behind his cock. She wants it for her now. Not just for him.

[misanthrope_md]

One advantage (one of very few) of House not sleeping with a lot of people was that not very many saw him as vulnerable as he could become. Particularly now, when it had been months and months since someone had touched him like this, the pleasure was evident on his face and the stance of his body. Fingers curling into the sheets at his sides. A soft, strangled groan escaping his lips.

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As soon as Kate's sure she's hitting the right notes (every guy likes things a little bit different), she lets herself go and get lost in it. Her hair swings and brushes against the inside of his thighs, the soft swish hidden in the wet suck and slurp. It's messy. A good blowjob should be messy.

Her lips already tingle with rubbing against his shaft, her jaw's starting to ache, her fingers cramp. She tucks her heel beneath her to press against her cunt while she sucks him and groans at the pressure. Yeah, she needs this.

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh, fuck..." House groaned, and watched her, saw how much she was obviously enjoying it which turned him on even more. "Christ, Kate, you're..."

Yes, he did remember her name even if he couldn't seem to come up with coherent adjectives.

Pleasure coiled tightly inside him and he felt himself getting close - no, he was not a young man, but it had been a while. "Close," he whispered, and let his head fall back.

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Christ, Kate you're... Her mouth's too full for sass, but there's a Cheshire grin of yeah, I know that's mostly in her eyes when she glances up at him.

Her fingers tighten against his hip to let him know it's fine. She's not going to swallow for some guy she barely knows but she's not going to fuss about him coming all over her face. She adds her hand to the mix, amping up the friction over his shaft while she sucks and blows up at the top. C'mon. Let it go.

[misanthrope_md]

House wasn't loud when he came - a breathless groan accompanied by a warm wash of pleasure and his fingers digging into the sheets at his side to ground himself. Fuck but he hadn't even realized how much he needed this.

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Kate pulls off at the last second, quick twist of her hand to catch the cum in her palm. She's quick and neat about cleaning her hand on his boxers, and groans a little when she rocks back on her own heel.

[misanthrope_md]

House drops his head back from where he'd had it resting back on his shoulders, and looks down at her.

He reachesas hand down, hoping she'll take it. He wants to pull her up to the bed. Kiss her. Roll around with her, leg be damned.

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That's about when she realizes they didn't use a condom, and she always does. Except with Declan, but that was so different. She takes his hand and comes up on the bed, but she's not staying.

She smirks, playful, and keeps the frustration off her face. "See anything but your eyelids, Greg?"

[misanthrope_md]

He hadn't told her to call him Greg, but figured she'd earned the privilege now.

"I don't know, the view was pretty good from up here," he said, eyes glinting. He slid a hand onto her thigh and leaned in to kiss her. Because, no, she wasn't a hooker, which meant you could do that.

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No matter how she acts, Kate's not really that kind of a bitch. Not for no reason. Greg's a decent guy. Kind of sweet under all that attitude. So she slides her hand into his hair and kisses him. It's not his fault she was too high to remember a condom.

[misanthrope_md]

It feels good to kiss someone. House gets into it, turning his body a little so that he can slide his free hand up into her hair as well. She's got great hair, dark and thick.

He finds himself kind of optimistic that he can get it up again to fuck her eventually if she'll let him - he's still got some condoms around here somewhere, and in the meantime he can think of nothing he'd like better than to return the favor she just gave him.

Also, the kiss is helping with not feeling like he's with a hooker.

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He's nice to kiss, not a Hoover, not a cold fish, not a tentacle monster. He's good with his hands, too. She kind of expects that, with him being a doc.

It wouldn't be hard to lie back and let him. She'd enjoy it. But the blow job was something she wanted to do. The rest...that'd be for him. Then she really would be acting like a hooker.

She lets the kissing go on awhile before she strokes her hand down his arm, a clear breakaway move.

[misanthrope_md]

House felt her break away, and blinked in surprise, letting his hand drop from her hand. "What's wrong?"

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"Nothing." Kate smiles and kisses him again while she decides what lie to tell. "Seriously. There's just someone at home. I'm not as ready to jump into bed with someone else as I thought I was." It's true enough that there's nothing but sincerity in her voice.

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The spell broken, House rests his hand unconsciously on his thigh again and his expression becomes a touch more guarded.

"Of course there's someone at home," he says, voice tinged with irritation and bitterness.

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Okay. She can be nice. And she's protecting his ego. But she's not a saint or a masochist. Her eyes sharpen fast, smile going from fond to the curve of a blade in a heartbeat.

"Bite me. For a guy who just got his brain sucked out through his dick, you're being kind of bitch."

[misanthrope_md]

House seemed unfazed. It was almost easier if she was being a bitch, too.

"Don't act like you did me a favor," he said bluntly. "It makes you seem cheap. And you're not. At least, I didn't think so. I'd like to think that - "

But he shook his head, didn't finish. Hell, what leg did he have to stand on when he'd picked her up in two minutes in a bar? Was he going to pretend that he thought she liked him? Please. It was pathetic.

"Nevermind. All right, fine, I'm grateful. You can go if you want." He bent over to snatch up his boxers, wincing a little. Endorphins wearing off, his leg was starting to ache again.

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He's so easy to read it's almost painful. Kate shoves a hand through her hair and settles back to lean on the other. "You'd like to think what? That I was interested? I was. I am."

She shrugs, mild again. Kate doesn't kick people when they're down and she doesn't kick puppies.

"We didn't use a condom for the blow job. I spooked myself. It happens."

[misanthrope_md]

House yanked the boxers up.

When she made the statement about the condom, he looked a little surprised. It hadn't even occurred to him. Honestly after being on the island for six years, working in the clinic, being privy to all of the medical conditions - and not seeing any outbreaks of STDs, he was honestly convinced that there was something protecting the island residents from it. Not enough to keep him from using condoms for intercourse, but for a blow job? Hell yeah. And if this was his own self destructive tendencies peaking through, what the fuck ever.

"I have condoms," he said. "I think you're looking for excuses. Maybe because of whoever it is you have waiting at home. Don't worry, I'm used to it." He just hoped it wasn't some daddy issues thing, ugh.

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"Looking for excuses not to let you get me off?" Kate laughs. It's a bitter, unpleasant sound. "Sorry. I'm not that breed of crazy."

She moves to slide over his lap so she can look him in the face. He could shove her, but she's not worried about it. She's taken much worse falls, even if he manages, but he doesn't try. Her voice drops low and her mouth is close to his when she tells him, "You wanted a partner, not a hooker. I do anything else right now, I'm doing it for you. Not me. That makes me either a whore or a wife and I'm not either."

[misanthrope_md]

When she straddled him, House immediately slid his hands onto her waist, just under her shirt to her bare skin. He couldn't believe she still had all her clothes on.

"And I'm not allowed to think it's strange that you don't want anything else?" She'd started this, with whispering like that, lips so close to his, and so he matched it when he murmured, "I'm good with my hands."

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Kate's still turned on enough that it feels good to be touched. She's just not there anymore. Instead of anything sexier, she rests her forearms on his shoulders and balances her weight so she's not pressing on his thigh. Fucker's got to hurt.

"Yeah, you can think it's strange. Fuck, I think it's strange. I just thought I could shut it off with sex and I can't. Not tonight. Sometimes the best high in the world's not enough."