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She's been here since September. Been through people getting powers, people coming, people going, the island itself changing, finding out that she's maybe fictional or some kind of crap, but it's really not until today Kate's realized just how much this place fucks with her. Over breakfast, she finds out one of the people she really likes and respects lost her husband and now she's like five months pregnant and raising the kid of someone else who left her. By herself. The kid - who she fucking loves, okay? and, whatever, just she does - lost his mom, his uncle, and now his step-dad in a place that's way too safe for death to be something you just get like she and Thad did.
And when she comes home to detox for an hour before going to make up with her boyfriend, because she's been a complete fucking jackass for a week and he could just disappear any second without her ever getting to fix it, there's this sweet set up on her porch. A laptop with a huge screen and killer resolution, long life batteries, cords, speakers, HDMI for TV hookup, seriously everything a chick could want. There's a gold bow on top and a card that says "For Kate Freelander," and when she powers it up, it's got a sick media library. Movies, tv, music, games. She's not even sure whether to laugh or cry. Which she doesn't do. Cry. Not much. Not often. Not because it's weak or whatever. It's just not her thing.
She shakes her head and packs it all up in one of her woven hemp bags. Cleans herself up. Then spends about ten minutes deciding what face she's wearing when she goes to see Declan. Leather, lace, trench coat? She lines her eyes with some kohl and smudges some berry colored stain on her mouth but she's still not sure. Maybe jewelry will settle it. With a flick of her hand, she opens the box (not her box, and fuck if she doesn't miss that) and --
The light catches on a flash of bright silver and deep, rich blue. It's beautiful.
Kate doesn't cry, but when she lifts out the bracelet and slides it around her wrist, the kohl on her eyes smears and her lashes are wet. No one's ever given her anything like this before. She's an idiot.
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Half an hour later, she's on Declan's doorstep with their new system, wearing refreshed makeup, the bracelet he gave her, and a straight-up Kate face. Black leather, black lace, blue top and jeans. She knocks because it's been a week and he won't be expecting her.
"Declan?"
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Title lyrics from Pat Benatar's We Belong.
And when she comes home to detox for an hour before going to make up with her boyfriend, because she's been a complete fucking jackass for a week and he could just disappear any second without her ever getting to fix it, there's this sweet set up on her porch. A laptop with a huge screen and killer resolution, long life batteries, cords, speakers, HDMI for TV hookup, seriously everything a chick could want. There's a gold bow on top and a card that says "For Kate Freelander," and when she powers it up, it's got a sick media library. Movies, tv, music, games. She's not even sure whether to laugh or cry. Which she doesn't do. Cry. Not much. Not often. Not because it's weak or whatever. It's just not her thing.
She shakes her head and packs it all up in one of her woven hemp bags. Cleans herself up. Then spends about ten minutes deciding what face she's wearing when she goes to see Declan. Leather, lace, trench coat? She lines her eyes with some kohl and smudges some berry colored stain on her mouth but she's still not sure. Maybe jewelry will settle it. With a flick of her hand, she opens the box (not her box, and fuck if she doesn't miss that) and --
The light catches on a flash of bright silver and deep, rich blue. It's beautiful.
Kate doesn't cry, but when she lifts out the bracelet and slides it around her wrist, the kohl on her eyes smears and her lashes are wet. No one's ever given her anything like this before. She's an idiot.
Half an hour later, she's on Declan's doorstep with their new system, wearing refreshed makeup, the bracelet he gave her, and a straight-up Kate face. Black leather, black lace, blue top and jeans. She knocks because it's been a week and he won't be expecting her.
"Declan?"
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Title lyrics from Pat Benatar's We Belong.
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Date: 2012-02-06 03:30 am (UTC)"Fuck," he hisses, already gone for her. "So fucking good to me, Katie, you know that?"
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Date: 2012-02-06 08:24 pm (UTC)There are other sounds. From her, loud in her ears. Kate knows he's close but she doesn't want this to stop. She doesn't want it ever to stop.
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Date: 2012-02-06 11:22 pm (UTC)"Make you mine."
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Date: 2012-02-07 10:47 pm (UTC)She slides her foot up along his back, changing the angle and opening up to take him as deep as he'll go. It's good, god so good. Her hips lift into him with every thrust and her fingers tighten in his skin. "More." A shudder rolls up her spine. "Ohgodmore."
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Date: 2012-02-10 02:37 am (UTC)"Make you remember what you...what you missed. Make it where you can't think about anything but me."
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Date: 2012-02-10 07:02 am (UTC)For once, he doesn't hold back, doesn't worry about hurting her and she fucking loves it. It's perfect, the way she aches and how she's clenching down around him.
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Date: 2012-02-11 01:28 am (UTC)She might bruise, as hard as he's gripping her, but Declan's too fucking gone to care. Not when every thought is simply...
"Katie."
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Date: 2012-02-11 08:50 am (UTC)It's always good with Declan. She always comes apart for him, but this is different. She doesn't know whether he finally trusts her that she wants this and she can take it, or they just pushed each other to the point he needs it too. Whatever it is, this is how she needs him and she opens up under him, his last few thrusts pushing her over the edge.
Both hands hook over his shoulders and drag him down into her, and her legs hitch up that much higher while she shatters around him.
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Date: 2012-02-11 07:06 pm (UTC)"Christ, Katie. What do you do to me, hmm?"
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Date: 2012-02-12 04:06 am (UTC)But she doesn't want him to think she's hurt, so she slides her hand up through his hair. Draws his mouth down over hers again. Kisses him hard but tenderly. She's his, but he's hers and that means making sure he knows, "Love you, babe."
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Date: 2012-02-12 02:44 pm (UTC)"Need you. Always."
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Date: 2012-02-13 03:09 am (UTC)Her hands slide through the sweat on his back, fingers finding the scratches she's left and hopes he doesn't mind the sting. It's proof, like the bruises on her hips and the ache deep in her, that they're both still here.
"I don't know how Sam's going to do it." Lose someone so important to her, survive it. Kate tucks her face into his shoulder and breathes him.
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Date: 2012-02-13 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-13 07:27 pm (UTC)They've already talked about this as much she knows how to, even if the pain of the thought was enough to make her bring it up again. So this time it comes out sideways and crass, "Never taste him again. Never smell him on her or their bed or feel this again." Weirdly, more than anything else could, this helps her understand Magnus and Druitt. "I know people break up all the time, but...it's not the same."
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Date: 2012-02-14 11:06 am (UTC)Declan falls quiet before he speaks again, hand still stroking lightly through her hair. "I wish I could promise I would never leave you but I can't. The island's fickle. What I can promise is that I won't leave you willingly. We'll always try to talk things out and if we split, it's not going to come as shock in the middle of the night."
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Date: 2012-02-15 12:26 am (UTC)Little as she is, Kate still has no trouble rolling them so she's on top of him. She tucks her head down mouths along his neck, licking the salt and musk from it, tasting him. "Me too. I promise," she tells him, but then says softly, "Don't want to talk about it anymore. Just want to be with you."
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Date: 2012-02-16 02:45 am (UTC)He likes it.
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Date: 2012-02-16 06:07 am (UTC)"And we can have the same plans again tomorrow if you want."
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Date: 2012-02-16 11:30 am (UTC)"Would it make me an ass if I wanted you to stay for a few days?"
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Date: 2012-02-16 10:31 pm (UTC)"No. Might make me the best fucked woman on the island, though," she teases. Her hand runs out his shoulder and down his arm. God, she loves his body. "If I stay, you gonna make it worth my while?"
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Date: 2012-02-17 12:06 am (UTC)"Missed you. Want the time together, if you can stand it."
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Date: 2012-02-18 01:21 am (UTC)She's not ready to not have her own space. She may never be ready to have her own space. But she needs to be with him. "I'll stay. We can't stay here in the hut the whole time or I'll lose my mind, but I'll come back here with you at night and stuff."
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Date: 2012-02-18 08:21 am (UTC)"But if you can manage staying over a night or two, I'd like that."
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:39 am (UTC)She knows he thinks it's all about the sex with her. In some ways it is, but not how he probably thinks. It's just, she's never been been able to have this with anyone. The kissing and touching and in-between stuff, just being with someone instead of having to run.
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:50 am (UTC)"I like this, though. Having you with me."
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