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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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"That is the point," Declan agrees and tugs her close to hold her. "And I would have been very upset if I'd ruined the sexiest thing I've ever seen you in other than your skin, so. It's probably for the best that you've taken it off."

Kate closes her eyes and lets herself have this. It's dumb, both needing it and being ticked at herself for needing it. She's never gotten up in her head about sex before and he just fucked her stupid. Owned her. She knows enough about BDSM to know what aftercare is.

It's just...she's pretty sure that her need to smell his skin and slide her hand under his shirt to touch him and feel his hand in her hair isn't aftercare. It's much, much more dangerous than that.

"It was kind of supposed to be the promise. You know, a symbol. That's probably stupid. But I figured if I could commit myself to that and finish it, for you, I could at least try this."

"I appreciate the thought," Declan says and it's more than plain that he does from the soft smile he gives her and the gentle way he tugs her close for a kiss.

"I have only ever wanted to give you this, you know. The rest is just a bonus."

Sighing slightly, Kate stroke his chest over his shirt. "You know I never wanted this part or needed it. Starting to like it, though. Since it's you."

It's a random question, but it's something she doesn't know about him and she wants to while her nose is up against his neck. "At home, do you wear cologne or aftershave or anything?"

"Yeah, sandalwood and something else. It's something James bought me for Christmas one year and I kept wearing it even after he passed," Declan says, oddly sentimental.

"Why do you ask, love?"

"Just never got close enough at home to know." It wasn't an important question really, especially not since it stung when she didn't mean it to. "Wondered what my skin would smell like after I was with you, what I'd be breathing in if you'd tumbled me into your bed after a date."

It's weird to want to know. Weirder to wish they could smell like that together in his bed, be home and still have this, not just friendly fucks when they were in the same town, but she really did.

"You still smell like me, you know," Declan says, grinning faintly. "It's just more of a designer scent than something I can put in a bottle."

Bit much, maybe, but he hopes it gets a laugh out of her.

Kate laughs. Of course she does. She reeks of him and she's dripping with him too. "And you call me crass."

Now that she's undressed and cozy with him, she doesn't want to get up to go to dinner. This is good. Perfect. Kate kisses his neck and tucks her head down. "What color are the sheets on your bed?"

"Sort of a golden color," Declan says, trying to remember his bed back in London. "Mahogany four-poster, antique, all done in blues and golds. Sure wish it'd show up here, that bed. It'd be nice to have more room to roll around."

"Good for tying girlfriends to?" Kate teases, still awkward with the word but not shying away from it. Not much anyway. She's trying to imagine herself there with him, his this way, in London. "Good for tying me to?" It's important, him wanting her, not just here but there.

Fuck, she's in this way way too deep.

"Better for you to tie me to," Declan challenges, wondering if she'll buy it. He likes it, occasionally, even if he likes it the other way around better.

"Good for bringing you breakfast in bed, too."

"Whatever trips your trigger, babe," Kate answers, and she means it. If he wants her to tie him up, she will and make it damn good for him. If she's lucky, payback will be every ounce the bitch she should be.

The breakfast in bed thing makes her gut flip. In the good way. Which is why she's not saying anything about it.

"The way I see it," Declan says, running his hand through her hair as he spoke, "You're incredibly jet lagged and you just fall into bed when you get back to the house. I wake you up with breakfast in bed the next morning and we spend a day playing in bed instead of being responsible."

Kate lets out a slow breath, relaxing into him and rubbing her cheek against his chest. "You'd do that for me?" She probably shouldn't be so surprised. He calls her 'love' and says he loves her, but she's not that sort of girl. The kind you take home to family.

"Yeah," Declan says, grinning a bit. "Depending on how long I could get Magnus to let me have you for, I'd take you to meet my sisters and my Gran too. I think they'd adore you. They're all loud and bossy and have me wrapped around their little pinkies."

Now he thinks they'll like her. He didn't used to think so. Maybe she's changed. She slides her hand under his shirt to stroke his skin. "Magnus would let me come to you, I think. She likes it when me and Will and Hank want to learn things. She doesn't need to know that what I want to learn is how strong your bedposts are."

"Or how you like your sex for breakfast," Declan adds. "No, I want to take you to meet Moira, at least. She's my baby sister."

She's also the one who's the most like Kate.

"We know how I like my sex before dinner," she points out. "With you. Hot and fast." She rolls up over her arms to whisper in his ear, "But after dinner I want it all night long." The way he likes it. Slow and sweet. Not as a present for him, really. A present for her. She wants it, but this way he can think what he wants.

A chill runs down Declan's spine at that, at the promise of getting to have Kate all night long for sex an sweet as much as he wants.

"Katie, you know exactly how to rile me, don't you?"

Playful, she rolls up on top of him, straddles him and sits up. So they'll have to spot clean his pants before they can go out. So what? From above him, she smirks at him and pushes his shirt up on the backs of her wrists while she palms his abs. "Pretty sure that's in the job description. Girlfriend: general cocktease except when putting out."

"My cock is sufficiently teased," Declan says lowly, cupping her hips in his hands. "But I suppose you already knew that, didn't you? I swear, Katie, it's never been like this with anyone else. It's like you got under my skin and I can't get you out."

Kate leans down over him and slides her arms (sweetly) around his neck. "Kinda might not want you to. Get me out. Like being here." Which is a bigger admission than she means it to be, but fuck. It's not like they can do this whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing without him knowing she likes being with him.

"Want me again before dinner or should we be good and go?" she purrs. At least maybe they can avoid talking about it.

"Dinner? I forgot about food," Declan says, utterly honest about that. He's sort of wrapped up in Kate right now and, frankly, doesn't want to move for much of anything.

"I guess we could go and eat."

That's so transparent it makes her laugh. She stretches up again and pulls off the jersey she pulled on, then lifts off him to kneel at his side and unbuckle his belt.

"You guess, huh?" she asks while her fingers pop the button on his slacks. "I guess we could stay in. I mean, since I'm naked and already all wet with your come."

"Well, when you say it like that," Declan manages before trailing off, lost in what she's doing and unable to really form a decent thought.

"Katie, I love you. Slow, this round? It's my birthday, after all."

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