[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: 2011-11-22 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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Date: 2011-11-22 05:28 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2011-11-22 12:42 pm (UTC)"I have only ever wanted to give you this, you know. The rest is just a bonus."
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Date: 2011-11-22 06:44 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2011-11-22 10:09 pm (UTC)"Why do you ask, love?"
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Date: 2011-11-22 11:02 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-11-23 12:43 am (UTC)Bit much, maybe, but he hopes it gets a laugh out of her.
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Date: 2011-11-23 03:16 am (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2011-11-23 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 05:24 am (UTC)Fuck, she's in this way way too deep.
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:26 am (UTC)"Good for bringing you breakfast in bed, too."
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:32 am (UTC)The breakfast in bed thing makes her gut flip. In the good way. Which is why she's not saying anything about it.
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Date: 2011-11-23 07:03 am (UTC)She's also the one who's the most like Kate.
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Date: 2011-11-23 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 10:56 pm (UTC)"Katie, you know exactly how to rile me, don't you?"
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