[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 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."

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"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.

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"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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