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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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"Not really," Declan admits. "But I guess we could eat if you wanted. I just don't want to get dressed to do it."

More importantly, he didn't want her to get dressed but he guesses that's a bit implied.

"Not even if you don't have to get out of bed for it?" she asks, all playful tease and bright eyes. It could wait 'til tomorrow, but she kind of...it's in her head this way now. "I might have to pout if you say no."

"As long as I don't have to get out of bed or get dressed, we can eat," Declan says, laughing a little. He brushes his thumb against her lower lip, teasing where there would be a little pout.

"I want to see you pout, actually. I think you'd be damned cute."

Her eyes roll first, then she shakes her head and pops him in the good shoulder. "I don't pout on command," she snarks and hops off the futon before he can make a grab for her.

She's not going far. Just to the basket along the wall where her fabric scraps are.

"More's the pity. I guess I just need to get you to sulk so I can get the full effect."

Declan doesn't move, mostly because he's admiring the view and he's perfectly all right with staying naked for round three.

Kate's totally comfortable naked in front of him. So comfortable she's not even self-conscious about the show she's giving him when she bends over to reach into the basket. She's still swollen and slick and sticky with his cum and she figures that's as much birthday present as any Alpha male needs.

It probably doesn't hurt that she flashes him a sly little smile across her shoulder while she's still head down and ass up. Or that she's got her arms behind her back hiding the bag of goodies (and pushing out her breasts) when she walks back over to him.

"Gonna have to be satisfied with sultry instead of sulky tonight. I'm not in the mood for pouting."

"Now what's this, love?" Declan asks, sitting up and watching her with interest. She's already given him more than enough as far as presents go and he can't imagine what she wants to give him now.

Kate cocks an eyebrow at him when he doesn't make a grab for her or slide his fingers against her still shiny thighs. Sometimes he's too sweet for his own good. But she can help him out with that, and does, straddling his lap and sliding the bag around behind him so he can't see it. "Mmm. Guess."

She can smell the pastry in the bag, but chicks have better sense of smell than guys. Plus, she knows it's there. It's hard to smell anything but sex in this room.

"No idea, sweetheart," Declan says, reaching around her to grab the bag. "Are we going to keep playing keep away, though, or have I been a good enough boy for my present?"

"Hmph." She lifts the bag up over her head, which doesn't do a lot of good to keep it away from him. It does leave her entirely open and vulnerable to his attacks though. Whatever form they take. "Did you just call me 'sweetheart'?"

She's not annoyed. She's grinning. She's never been anyone's sweetheart before. It's kind of cute.

"Yes," Declan says, taking the opportunity to tickle her ribs and try to make her drop the bag.

"Not being very sweet right now, though, maybe I should take it back."

Kate snorts a soft laugh. "I have a baby brother. You're going to have to do better than that." She drops her arms back down around his neck though and leans in to kiss him. When she does, she purrs at him and rolls her hips against him. "What exactly is not sweet about me, naked, in your lap where you can have me any way you want me?"

"Point," Declan murmurs, sliding one hand up to cup and tease her breast. "You always have good points, though. My sweetheart, I guess, even if you're not being very sweet and you're being a tease."

His fingers are one hell of a distraction from a game of keep-away. He worked her nipples over so thoroughly she'll be getting a charge off her bra for days. Damn, she loves that, that they never go long enough she's not feeling him on her skin.

"I don't mind being your sweetheart as long as you don't mind me being your hellcat too," she decides and runs her fingers along the raised scratches in his back from her marking her claims.

"Hell no, that doesn't bother me," Declan says, grinning wide. "Just means I'm the luckiest bastard on this whole island and everyone else wishes they could have what I've got."

"You just want to get laid again," Kate teases, like that's not completely obvious. She kisses him again, nipping at his mouth, and pulls the bag of pastries around between them. "But you're cute when you're buttering me up, so here. Happy birthday, babe."

"You've brought me chocolate," Declan says, looking into the bag and back into her eyes. "You know I'm like a woman over chocolate. This is possibly the best thing you could have gotten me aside from all the sex and the dress."

Kate smacks him in the good shoulder for the 'woman' crack. "Pretty sure I don't remember ever getting poetic or weepy over chocolate, British." She's still smiling, though, because he's happy she remembered or whatever. "But I know you've been missing it, so I asked Shari to make some pastry for you."

"And you are an amazing girlfriend," Declan says sincerely, lifting the pastry out of the bag. "Do you want to share or is it all for me?"

"I guess that's up to you, since it's yours." There's plenty in the bag for a day or two, even if he does share. A couple of eclairs and some chocolate scone things.

"I think I want to be generous," Declan says, plucking out an eclair and offering her the bag back so she can choose her own poison. "You know, as cliche as it is, I could have a hell of a lot of fun licking chocolate off you."

Kate just smiles and sets the bag aside. "I'd rather share yours. Either because I'm licking the cream off you or because you're feeding me." Her eyes spark with mischief but there's a softness there too, a sweetness. She feels too much when he smiles like this.

"You know, I have a rather large set of fantasies involving you and cream," Declan says, grinning mischievously at her.

"Maybe if we ever get home, I'll act them out?"

"Why wait?" Kate eases back off his lap and props herself up on her elbows, legs stretching forward behind his hip. "It's not like there's anything else to do here."

"It's true, not much to do but have as much sex as humanly possible," he agrees. Back home, he'd have taken her out for fine dinners and to meet his family and off to do all manner of touristy things too but it's just not an option here.

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