[for Declan] Can't stop coming in hot

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In the game of I never, Kate almost always loses. She grew up fast and grew up hard, and she's done all the things people usually ask about and plenty they don't. But if the question was I've never arranged a date for my boyfriend on his birthday, Kate wouldn't have to drink. She probably would drink, because truth isn't an absolute for Kate. It's what she wants someone to know or not know about her.

She's given up lying like breathing but she didn't tell anyone (but the one person who counts) she's never done anything like this before. The whole package. The individual parts are familiar. Like the LBD she put together from scraps of black fabric from the clothing box. The black heels which she hates to walk in, but are fine for standing, eating, and fucking in. The bland beige belted trenchcoat (hand-fitted, but not re-pieced). Even the loose shoulder-brushing curls and hints of kohl around her eyes. All familiar. Dinner reservations, check. Surprise dessert (or breakfast, depending on how they roll), check. Note in his mailbox and on his door, check. It's just putting them all together and making them work she's not sure about.

Not that she's ever admitting that to anyone. What Declan doesn't know, doesn't hurt him. And right now all he knows is to meet her at her place at sunset. Where she'll conveniently not be, just long enough for him to sit down and wait while Kate watches, invisible from behind some nearby trees.

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title lyrics from Pink's Raise Your Glass

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"You're always good to me," Declan promises. "There's nothing you've ever done that hasn't been, not when we've been like this."

Still, if she wants, he's not going to deny her. Not when they're both going to love it.

"Do you want your turn now, for a bit?"

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Kate laughs at that, a breathless, warm, hungry sound. "We sound like kids arguing over a toy," she tells him and pushes up against his chest with her hips. He's a lot bigger than her, or she'd just flip him. She still could. Just, it's his birthday. So whatever he wants goes.

"I just..." When the words stall, she sucks in her cheeks and then beckons him up to her mouth with one finger. "Come here a sec?"

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Declan's not exactly sure what she's angling for but he's happy to oblige, sliding up to lay next to her.

"Yeah? I was on a mission, you know."

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"Brief recon," Kate suggests with a little smile then slides her hand through his hair and takes a kiss, soft and lingering. She's never kissed anyone this much. Never wanted to. "For passing intel." Like, that she really wants this. More than she's ever wanted anything with another person.

She drags her lips along his jaw to his ear and whispers, hot, "Don't have to make me beg to have it slow, babe. Not tonight. Just...love me." Make love to me.

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"Like that sort of intel," Declan says and he feels like he's gotten the gist of what she means this time around. They don't do so well with words, he and Katie, but they try. He thinks they'll get it right this time, at least.

He slides his hand down her body in a slow, sweeping gesture, pads of his fingers brushing against her skin before sliding between her thighs.

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Kate's eyes close and her head tips back, lips part around a softly panted breath. She strokes her hand down his arm, appreciating the hell out of hard muscle under hot skin, and back up again. "Yeah, babe. Like that."

This is new. Slow without teasing. It feels...like something special, not for all the time. Not like a gift, but like one of those moments where time slows down and you get an actual chance to breathe. Maybe that's what they're doing. Breathing.

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Declan leans in and kisses her while he touches her, trying to pair the two somehow. He thinks they're past that, sex without feelings, but he still wants it very clearly linked in their minds that sexual touching and emotional kissing do go hand in hand even when they're outside having fun over a railing or in here, soft and slow and full of feeling.

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It's almost like chambering a bullet, or sliding into lock. His mouth, his fingers, him. And her. She should've felt it coming but it sneaks up out of nowhere, this feeling of something so right that there has to be a shoe to drop or a sniper aiming at her.

She yields under his mouth, whimpers into it, soft, softer than she's ever been. Softer than she's ever wanted to be. But her fingers dig in, holding on tight. Like tomorrow it'll all be gone or maybe even tonight.

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It's so, so soft and that's just not like Kate at all. Declan would be concerned except he's wrapped up in the taste and feel of her and the play of his fingers against slick skin.

While he wants it slow, he wants her to be sure that it isn't just a tease so he gives her more pressure and more of him, kisses getting a little more desperate against her mouth.

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It's too much and not enough, the rough-and-slick rub of callused fingers. She's so sensitive from before, it's like she's all cunt where she's not exploding heart.

Needy in ways she doesn't want to think about, Kate plants her feet and tilts her hips and tries to get his fingers into her, deeper. If he's not going to fuck her right now (which is fine and she doesn't want to think about that, either), she needs something to stop that empty pulsing ache.

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When Kate shifts, Declan tugs his mouth away, question in his eyes and on his lips.

"Too much teasing, is it? Need more from me?"

It's not meant to be a tease, this statement, it's an honest question. If she needs something, he wants to provide it.

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Usually when he asks her crap like that, she gets annoyed. It's not like it's a mystery. But tonight she's just grateful (which she hates). She wraps her fingers around his wrist and tugs it down further.

"Don't need the O now or anything. Just...after before... I--" What's weird is she's kind of shy about words right now. Not because she'll say the wrong ones but because she doesn't want to say any. She flicks her gaze up to his and holds it, hot and dark, then licks her bottom lip to wet it and nods. "Feel..." A shrug. "Open. Too open." Empty. Fly away. Cinderella at ten minutes to midnight.

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"I understand," Declan says quietly and he thinks he does. He shifts to cover her, sliding one hand up along her thigh as he shifts them apart.

"I want this, now, unless?"

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"No unless. Now's good," Kate murmurs to him and kisses his chest, his neck, his jaw while she wraps her leg up around his hips. It's partly pure fucking gratitude for not having to get too deep in spelling it out. Partly though...

Fuck, partly it's just that he's hers and she wants him and she needs him to know that and she needs ways to tell him that. Kisses are easier than words and she's pretty sure nothing's getting lost in translation.

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Kisses are much easier than words. So's the movement of his hips and the way she just fits him like a glove. It's not something he'd ever really thought would happen, finding someone that he's this in sync with, but Declan suspects he might be ruined for other women now.

He doesn't particularly care if he is.

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"Ohgod." The words slip out and Kate shudders under him. She can't control her breath that comes out in a long, whimpery whine, and she's too busy reaching behind her with one hand, and by her hip with the other, to grip the bed while her hips lift into him to try. He feels...fuck, he feels so damned good.

She bites her lip and closes her eyes and tries to just feel and not think about why. It's hard. Because she knows why.

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Declan kisses her forehead, her nose, both cheeks and finally makes his way back to her mouth while moving in her. He likes kissing, actually, and especially with Kate and he hopes she's feeling as good as he does right now, that she's as happy with him as he is with her.

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Kate slides her hand into his hair and holds his mouth to hers. She likes when he kisses her while they're fucking. It's not something she's ever liked before, but it's Declan. "Everything's different with you," she whispers, breathless and wraps her leg up around his hips. "Everything."

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"I want it to be," Declan admits. He's still moving slow, taking his time, and the words are little more than breaths between long, deep kisses.

"I want to be unique to you, love, and I always want it to be good."

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Between thrusts and kisses and heated breaths, Kate manages to tell him, "This is the best it's ever been, babe. Every time." It's so good with him. So hot. And there's this livewire connection between them. More than just chemistry. She knows that.

She slides a hand down his back, stroking him and confesses something else. "Already been with you more times than anyone else, ever."

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"Suddenly glad I'm a repeat offender," Declan teases, then goes softer and more sincere. "I want to be the only one for as long as you want me. I just want to be the only one."

To be special to someone the way he is to Kate, it isn't something he's ever really had.

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"You are," Kate gives up on a long, hushed moan. "Don't want anyone else." She really doesn't. That's new and it freaks her out a lot. Makes her want to cling and run at the same time.

Her hips roll, body moving with his, keeping him in her as deep as she can. Nowhere to run right now. "Just you."

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"Love you," Declan murmurs, rocking deeper into her and kissing along her neck and shoulder where he could reach. She feels so damned good and he's so in love with her that it's bloody stupid and, yet, he doesn't really feel scared.

"So close, love. Always close with you."

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Kate's heard a lot of things during a good fuck. Maybe she's even heard I love you, but not from someone who meant it. Her fingers curl deep into the muscles of his back and she hauls herself up his cock, spreads herself wider to let him in, as far in as he can be.

She tilts her head aside, offering her throat, too. Offering herself for him to mark, as dark as he wants to match the claim he already fucking seared into her brain. "All yours," she tells him because she can't say what he probably really wants to hear.