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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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"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.

"Yes," Declan says, smirking at her. "Christ, you're crass. Half the things that come out of that pretty mouth of yours are so filthy they ought to be illegal."

It's sort of like having 24/7 access to a phone sex line, in a way, and Declan can't say he particularly minds it.

"I'd ask if it's just me but I suspect that's just Kate Freelander in general, yeah?"

God it's hot when he gets like that. Admitting it. That he wants her like this. Fuck, her brain is one twisted place.

Smirking, Kate shrugs and tugs her dress straight. "Are you complaining?" She's going to have to wipe up at least or she really will drip in ways that are totally uncool, even for her. For right now, though, it's hot as hell. When they have to switch back to condoms, if they do, she's going to miss this.

A few steps from the railing to him and she half gives in to her other urges, rests her hand on his chest and says more honestly, "It's just you, Declan. I talk dirty for partners who like it, but I've never let a guy have what I give you."

"Then it's as special as it feels," Declan says, lightly stroking his hand down her cheek. "And I like that. I like it being just for me. I give you parts of me I haven't given anyone else, you know."

Kate tries, she honestly fucking tries not to tilt her head into that touch. She can't help it. "Yeah?" she asks, voice way too soft for what they just did. Maybe she brings out all of his kinks, but he brings to light every lie she's told herself. The things she wants...it's best not to think about them. "Like what?"

"I've never fucked anyone over a railing before," Declan says dryly. "So there's a first. I've also never gotten half a handjob in public before either. I don't know, you bring out this side of me that just...I've never been this way with anyone else before."

"I'll have to make it a whole one next time," she answers, but kisses the side of his hand. Her fingers slip in between the buttons of his shirt for the feel of his skin. "I like how you are with me." It's soft, a confession. She just wishes she knew what she wanted from him.

"How's that, then? The hard and fast stuff?"

Declan suspects it might not be just that but he also thinks it might be easier for Kate to admit to the sex being good than the feelings that are attached.

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