girlsolo | [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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Declan slides his hands up her waist because he wants the chance to touch her and savor it in something of a cap to what they'd done outside earlier.

He likes it hard and fast, especially because Kate gives as good as she gets, but he likes making love to her and learning every possible reaction she might have to his lips and his hands moving over her skin.

"Want to savor you. Want to savor this."

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The hair rises on her arms and the back of her neck at the way his hands move, soft, slow, like she's something so special. Then his voice gets all husky and low and she shivers at the intent in it.

She lets her eyes fall closed and gives herself over to him. "Want you," she whispers, rough, and runs her tongue across her lips. "I want you, Declan. How you want me."

"I want you any way that I can have you, love," Declan says, still low and soft. As possessive as she makes him, she makes him want to be tender too.

He rolls her under him, leaning down to kiss her.

"Every way you can think of, and every way I can think of," she says as he's rolling them. There was a quip there but she couldn't hold onto it. Not with him looking at her like she's the center of the universe or something.

She's so hot for him it's fucking ridiculous and pretty damned dangerous. Distracting as hell. If she swears enough in her head about it, it'll balance the fact that he can unwind her, melt her, with a kiss like this. At least, that's the lie she's telling herself.

"You're so beautiful," Declan says, taking a moment to just look into her eyes before leaning down to take another kiss. He hopes it's always like this with them, that he can keep her interested.

"Probably knew that already, though, yeah?"

Kate rolls her shoulders up toward him, shrugging off the flutter in her gut. People talk about this, feeling like this, like it's a good thing. For her, the vulnerability of it just sucks. Yeah, she wants it and him, but she knows it's going to go bad. She's going to get hurt but she doesn't even want to protect herself and that's the worst part of all.

"Magnus is beautiful," Kate says as matter-of-factly as she can pull off. "Not saying I'm a hag or anything. Just, 'beautiful' isn't a word I hear a lot. 'Hot', usually."

"You are beautiful," Declan insists, sliding down her body to lay kisses against her throat and chest. God, she's beautiful, and even if she doesn't think so, he thinks so and he needs her to know it.

"I can't ever get enough of you."

Head tipping back to expose her throat for him, Kate spears her hand through his hair. A low sigh slips past her lips before she answers him, "I'm not gonna argue with you, babe. I want you to like what you see."

More than she's ever going to admit, really. She wants him to like it a lot. And what he feels and tastes. He matters.

"More than just what I see," Declan reminds her, words falling off when he seals his mouth around one of her nipples to lick and suck and tease. He likes seeing her come undone and, even more, he likes doing it slow and making her beg.

It's possible that Kate's the most responsive woman he's ever been with. She's definitely among the most vocal about what she likes.

She's still sensitive from before, from being fucked like a dockside whore (and loving it). Every stroke of his lips against skin is like being stroked with velvet (she's adding that to the list of things to do). Then he sucks and she arches and whimpers.

"Declan." It's barely a whisper, a soft push of breath between her lips. Kate runs her fingers down his neck, out his shoulder, down as much of his back as she can reach. "Fuck, babe."

It sounds good, whatever it means, and Declan doesn't let up from kissing her and slides his hand up to toy with her other nipple while he does so. He knows she's probably ready and been ready but he wants to draw it out and make it last.

For once, Kate's not really in a hurry and she doesn't need him to make her beg to make going slow okay. Better than okay. She stretches under him, almost lazy, inviting him to take his time with a quiet moan. "I'm gonna want a turn too, babe," she tells him when she catches her breath again, teasing but not.

"You can be patient," Declan says, lifting his head just long enough to give her a cheeky grin before sliding down her body and kissing a slow line between her breasts and down her stomach.

It might not last so long as all that, no, but Declan wants to make the attempt to have this his way for the evening.

"Being patient," she tells him and tugs on his hair to get his attention again. "I'm not in a hurry, babe. I just want..." Kate grazes his cheek with the back of her knuckles. "Just want to be good to you, too." If she's going to feel like this, she needs a way to show him that isn't just lie here on her back and take it.

"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?"

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?"

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."

"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.

"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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