[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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Declan's been waiting on some surprise to get sprung on him all day. Magnus gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek with morning tea and he's not surprised she remembered his birthday; it's Magnus, she knows everything.

Kate's surprise is something he knows is coming, though, so he dresses nice in a deep blue polo and dark trousers and actually shaves instead of letting it go another day like usual.

She's not there, though, when he gets there and he lets himself in per her instructions, casually settling on the bed.

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Kate watches until he goes inside. She knows roughly how long it will take him to decide that 'let yourself in' means 'get comfortable', and waits until he should be sitting down to set off the distance between the trees and her hut. A little anticipation, a little mystery. It's all good.

Instead of letting herself in, Kate adjusts the trenchcoat so there's no sign of the black dress beneath it just bare legs and black heels. Then she knocks.

She's not nervous, but her heart's definitely beating faster while she waits for him to get up and come to the door.

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Declan's not really sure who'd be knocking on Kate's door at this hour but it's automatic to get up and see who it is, let them in. When he tugs the door open and sees Kate there, bare legs, trench and heels, he can't help but grin.

"You look gorgeous, love."

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In the heels, she almost doesn't have to lean up to kiss him. She does anyway, swaying into him for a quick brush of their mouths. Then she pokes him in the chest and pushes him backwards through the door until she can close it behind her.

She could sing, but decides not to distract and just keeps pushing until he's by the futon. Instead of telling him to sit, she pushes gently, eyebrows up and head cocking toward the bed. C'mon. Play along.

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Declan settles on the edge of the bed, eyebrows high and mouth easy with a grin. He's not really sure what she's after, exactly, but if she's got plans, he doesn't want to muck them up.

"How should I sit, then?"

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Kate wishes she had an actual bed with an actual frame instead of a low to the ground futon, but this works well enough. Besides, it's a good angle for him. She quirks him a tease of a smile. "Like that's good."

Instead of going straight for the belt, she pushes her hands deep into the pockets of the trenchcoat to reveal a little skin at her neckline.

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Declan tilts his head and admires her openly, since that seems to be what she's after. The promise of cleavage is a nice one and he's eager to see more, if she's offering.

"You look bloody gorgeous. You know that, don't you?"

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"Yep. Like something out of your own personal spank bank," she teases him, a low, sexy little purr rolling off her lips. They both know she looks almost exactly like that, only she knows something he doesn't.

While she works open the knot in the belt of the trenchcoat, she takes a step closer and lifts her high-heeled foot to rub against the inside of his calf. "Sorry about the heels, though. The box wouldn't give me anything red but ruby slippers." She'd probably been wishing for them to find a way home at the time.

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"Somehow I think I can forgive you," Declan murmurs, running his hand lightly up the line of her leg. Not under the coat, though, because if she wanted that, she'd say so.

"I wouldn't use that exact term for it, though. I prefer fantasy."

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"Pretty sure you'll manage, yeah." When she steps back again, she gives him a saucy little wink and tugs one end of the belt free. The coat doesn't fall open, but a little anticipation (especially since she knows he'll be surprised) is never a bad thing.

"Spank bank too crass for you, British?" Teasing him is just second nature by now.

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"A little," Declan says, laughing all the same. "Considering you're the woman I love and all. Spank bank's a little much."

Accurate, though, and he watches with interest as she tugs the belt away.

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"Pfft." Kate rolls her eyes at him playfully. This is about the least traditional striptease ever, but it works for them. "Considering I'm the woman you love--" And, oh fuck yeah, she gets a charge off that even if she's not ready to go hog-wild and admit it herself. "You can be as crass about me as you want."

She opens the belt and the trench starts to open. Not enough to reveal the dress underneath, but enough that a step or a sway of her hips will. She drops her voice, too, to purr, "I gotta admit, British, I like the idea of you jacking off over filthy thoughts of me when I'm not with you."

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He has before, certainly, and especially in the period where they weren't actually having sex, but he's not sure it's something he should actually mention to Kate out loud.

Except, she's gone and all but asked him for it so he leans back slightly, more relaxed, and quirks a half smile.

"Usually about you on your knees sucking my cock, if we're being honest."

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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.