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[for Declan] Can't stop coming in hot

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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He always lights her up when he touches her, but she's been thinking about this all damned day and even just the warmth of his hands on her skin is enough to make her shiver. It's kind of unnerving how quick he gets to her, so of course she makes with the lie it's nothing to her. He knows better and it won't last long, but it's who she is.

"Yeah? You figure I'm just gonna let you bend me over the nearest thing to a bathroom counter?" Pro-tip, the answer's fuck yes, and the less prep and foreplay the better.

"Not a matter of letting, exactly," Declan says, hoping they're on the same page about that. "Pretty sure you're craving it, aren't you?"

His grin goes wicked. "I bet, if I got my hand under that skirt, you'd be soaked."

If anyone else said that to her, she'd use what Steve's been teaching her and put them on the ground. Declan's more than promised he'll never take her without her consent. He's so careful about it, it's a relief to hear him talking like this.

She dips her chin and raises her eyes, smoldering at him. "Guess you're gonna have to try it and find out."

Declan takes that as his invitation and slides his hand under her skirt, fingers teasing and playing in the wet between her thighs.

"I was right, sort of. I want more, though, and I want you hot for me. Can I get you that way?"

Her eyelashes flutter, breath catches, she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from giving away the game.

"Already hot for you, babe," she purrs as she reaches past his arm to drag his fingers along his inseam. "But it's your birthday. You can have me however you want me."

"On a bathroom counter was the previously-agreed upon position," Declan says, face lighting up with a wicked grin.

"What can we improvise to make it almost like that, hmm?"

Just the question sends a tremor down her spine. The image in her head, it's so fucking hot. He's not the only one who has a spank-bank full of the two of them. Her eyes darken fast, lips part for heated breath-- "Railings on the porch are pretty sturdy. Just the right height. Or the hammock."

"Hammock might end in a clinic trip," Declan says, musing over their choices. "Let's go with the railing and we can nap in the hammock?"

He's never been so happy she lives off the beaten path as he is now.

"No naps. I have plans." Kate gives him a mischievous smirk and practically skips past him (in heels) and pulls the door open. She glances back over her shoulder and smiles. "You coming?"

God it's just stupid how hot she is over this. It won't be exactly the same as the dream, when she'd been taunting him all night. But Declan always wants her enough to make sure she knows it. She's pretty sure open fly and rucked up dress will be all the holyfuckhot she needs.

"More than once," Declan confirms, catching her around the waist and turning her so he can kiss her. It slows them down, he guesses, but he can't really care when his mouth is slanted over hers and his hand is tangling in her thick, gorgeous hair.

Fuck, how hot he gets for her. He's never been like this with another woman.

Ohfuck. He kisses her and she feels the flutter of it in her groin and all the way into her toes. There's no pretending this time, she can't, not when she's fighting so hard not to moan and wrap herself around him right here.

When she gets enough breath to pull free, it's just to say, "Happy birthday," before going under again - under his mouth, under his sway, fucking hell, if it's going to be like this tonight, dinner may have to wait til tomorrow.

Declan pulls away for a moment and lifts her in his arms to carry her out to where the railing is. It's not something he does often, carrying her, but there's nobody around to see him but Kate.

"Best birthday I've had in a while, Katie."

Fuck, what he does to her. One second, she's practically shaking with need and the next she wants to curl into his chest. It's fucking crazy. She leans up and kisses him, hard.

"Just getting started, babe."

"As am I," Declan promises, lowering her to her feet so they can move on to other, more interesting things. The cuddles will be back, though, just...

"But first, I think you promised me over a railing, yeah?"

Pragmatic, Kate snares the blanket off the hammock and tosses it over the railing. It's sturdy, but the dress is new, she sewed it, and she also doesn't want the splinters. Flashing him a saucy little smile, she puts herself over the railing and just knows the dress is riding up almost far enough for him to see heaven.

"I think you promised me hard, fast, and just for you." She'll come anyway. She always does with him.

"I did," Declan agrees, not bothering with undressing and just unhooking his belt and pushing his trousers down just enough to pull his cock out.

His hands are steady on her hips, too, and he leans over her before sliding in.

"Fuck, Katie, you're so hot. Hot for me."

"You know it," she whispers, all the breath she can find around the fuckyeah of him taking her like this. Raw, no prep, all about him. She just bets he doesn't get it, how good it is for her like this, bent over the railing and can't do anything but hang on and take it.

"Fuck me, Declan. I'm yours, so fuck me."

It doesn't take much to goad him into it, not when that's what he wants too. God, he loves her, and it's one of only a handful of times he's been able to use a woman like this. Hell, it's one of only a few times he's wanted to.

He leans in, covering her back as he fucks her, and licks and nips along her neck and shoulder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

If he thinks she can talk now, he's not paying attention to how hard he is and how deep he's taking her. Fuck, talk? She can't catch a full breath and it's good. The railing creaks and Kate drops her head forward, a low moan her only answer. She's clenching and pulsing but can't keep a grip on him. It's perfect.

Speechless. Declan likes speechless and he's pretty damn near close to it himself, hitting her hard and fast on every thrust and pressing her against the railing. Christ.

"Not gonna last, love."

"Good," Kate manages to force out. One word for everything, for him being that hot for her, for how she feels, for him and her, everything. She's close too, so close. It might take a few strokes to get her there after he's done, or she may just go with him.

Doesn't matter. All Kate needs right now is this, him, taking her too hard to leave room for doubts.

That's enough for Declan, considering he's been on the edge almost since he first touched her tonight and he tries not to overthink it for once and just feels, orgasm spiraling out and nothing but his breath and Kate's in the quiet outside her hut.

This penchant for semi-public sex is something new, yes, but since it makes him burn hotter than fire and she seems to need it too, he's not going to question it.

Sometimes it's safer not to come. Safer to let the guy have his and keep hers to herself. For a few breaths, Kate hovers on that borderline but the sound of Declan's pleasure is so familiar now, the weight of him is so right, she trusts him and lets go.

A slow, sweet wave hauls her under and a second, faster and harder, rolls her. She forgets all the reasons she silences herself and gives him that too, a long quiet keening cry.

It's good, with her, like always, and Declan pulls away and tugs down the hem of her dress before rubbing his palm lightly against her back.

"You're perfect, you know. Absolutely perfect."

Kate wants to say...she wants to curl into his arms and skip dinner and have sex over and over. That's the lie she's telling herself about what she wants, but it's not doing much good to hide how much she wants...other things.

She stands up, weak-kneed, a fucking cliche, but at least it's a fucking cliche and turns on one high heel to face him, grinning. "You're just saying that because you know I'm leaving the house dripping with your come and it hits all your possessive kinks."

It's true. Even if it's not what part of her keeps trying to say at all.

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