[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 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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Date: 2011-11-23 11:28 pm (UTC)"Want me again before dinner or should we be good and go?" she purrs. At least maybe they can avoid talking about it.
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Date: 2011-11-24 06:50 am (UTC)"I guess we could go and eat."
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Date: 2011-11-24 07:13 am (UTC)"You guess, huh?" she asks while her fingers pop the button on his slacks. "I guess we could stay in. I mean, since I'm naked and already all wet with your come."
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Date: 2011-11-24 07:27 am (UTC)"Katie, I love you. Slow, this round? It's my birthday, after all."
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Date: 2011-11-24 07:50 am (UTC)"Yeah, babe," she says and tells herself it's because she's still raw from how he fucked her before that it sounds a lot like I love you too, inside her head. She pushes her hands up his body instead of down. If he wants it slow, she wants him naked. "Slow. As slow as you want."
And not just because it's his birthday.
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Date: 2011-11-24 07:53 am (UTC)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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Date: 2011-11-24 08:16 am (UTC)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."
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