[for Declan] Can't stop coming in hot
Nov. 13th, 2011 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
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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Date: 2011-11-21 12:52 am (UTC)He leans in, covering her back as he fucks her, and licks and nips along her neck and shoulder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:55 am (UTC)"Not gonna last, love."
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Date: 2011-11-21 06:26 am (UTC)Doesn't matter. All Kate needs right now is this, him, taking her too hard to leave room for doubts.
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Date: 2011-11-22 12:09 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-11-22 12:52 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-11-22 02:18 am (UTC)"You're perfect, you know. Absolutely perfect."
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Date: 2011-11-22 02:24 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-11-22 02:26 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2011-11-22 02:32 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:14 am (UTC)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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Date: 2011-11-22 04:25 am (UTC)More than a bit but it's something he doesn't like to pressure her with, the more emotionally heavy things.
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:40 am (UTC)Seems silly to ask, considering what he just did but he wants to. He always wants to know that what he wants is what she wants in return.
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:43 am (UTC)It's nowhere near as sharp as she wishes it was, but he's wearing her down. She needs him.
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:45 am (UTC)He does, however, slide one of his hands in hers and squeezes. "I know you've probably got plans but we can lay down for a bit, yeah?"
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:51 am (UTC)"Your birthday, babe." She tips her head up to smile at him. Fuck. She's just stupid over him. Freelander, you're so screwed. "Whatever you want. My only plan is to make you glad you're spending it with me."
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:58 am (UTC)Truthfully, he just needs this, but...seems a bit stupid to admit it right out loud.
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Date: 2011-11-22 05:11 am (UTC)She shrugs at him a little sheepish. "You shouldn't have to be careful in bed. The whole point's to be comfortable, right?"
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