Room 508 to Baltimore, Friday Night

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Kathy studied herself in the mirror, frowning slightly. She had done a lot of stuff as Banzai, but trying to infiltrate the mafia in disguise was a whole new level of scary. If she messed up, the Ukrainians would know a lot more about her than she really wanted them too--like what she looked like, as just one exciting example. But this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up; they were recruiting locals under the guise of a motorcycle drag race, with the top performers invited to a very exclusive party--so exclusive that no matter how hard she tried, Kathy couldn't get the location. Over the past year, she'd managed to create a decent circle of street-level informants and yet no one could tell her anything besides what was 'public' knowledge: an illegal drag race, with plenty of money to be made from betting, and an excellent afterparty for the winners. That was it.

It was all very frustrating as hell.

Even the race itself was frustrating. If it had at least been a drag race with cars, Kathy might have been able to put her Driver's Ed experience into play...somehow. She was still lacking a car, but she would have at least known how to race. Ish. Maybe. But this was a motorcycle race, and Kathy had one hour of experience driving one of those from several years ago. That would get her exactly nowhere. If she had more time, she might even have been able to appeal to Parker or Eliot for help, but she'd just gotten the message that everything was going down tonight.

Kathy didn't often swear, but this whole situation deserved quite a hearty "God dammit!"

Her current plan was to dress like a biker bunny, head to where the race was going to take place, and hope to insinuate herself in the group that got brought to the party. Yeah, she could foresee no problems with that, sure.



[Primarily for one, but open to the roomie beforehand if she so chooses. Everything that happens after they leave the island is NFB for distance.]

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Dante shrugged. It was more of a 'yeah, I get that' kind of shrug than anything else. "Right. And here, you're pretending to be someone who's just in this to have fun," he said. "So that's all you should be doing - trying to have a good time."

He tilted his head at her speculatively, thinking about this.

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"Hanging out with people who would shoot me if they knew who I really was is not my idea of a good time," Kathy grumbled. Then, "Yeeees? You look like you're thinking of something."

Should she be nervous?

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This time, the shrug only involved one shoulder, meant something else entirely than the last time, and ended in Dante stepping forward and into her personal space. "Eh," he said, "I try not to think much."

And that was more or less the point where he went in for the kiss, at least if she let him.

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No, no, kissing was an excellent way to get her out of her own head. Especially if it was a good kiss--and, yeah, Dante knew how to kiss. She'd be making a mental note to mention that to Anders, if, you know, she'd been doing anything but focusing on the kiss.

Her hands found their way under Dante's coat, sliding into one of the many holes in his tee to rest on his chest, nails pricking ever-so-slightly into his skin.

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Dante was pretty predictable as soon as nails - or teeth - were in the picture. He made a pleased, encouraging noise and slid one of his hands into her hair, the other on her lower back, so he could pull her in closer.

He wasn't Ezra - he wasn't the subtle guy. But he had aggression on his side, and an utter willingness to apply teeth to her bottom lip, and that had to count for something.

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Ahaha, Dante probably couldn't even give directions to subtle. But that wasn't a bad thing--especially if it got a hand in her hair and teeth in her lip. She responded by wrapping her leg around his waist, tucking him in close. Depending on how long that kiss lasted, she might bring her other one up as well; it wasn't like she had to worry about whether he could hold her up.

She moaned in her throat when his teeth found her, nails getting sharper on his chest. Where they'd just been incidental to her clutching at him, now they were pressing in with intent, leaving red half-moons beneath.

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Dante muttered a muffled "Fuck," into her mouth at the pleasant scratch of good pain. He moved his hand down from her lower back to her ass, both in case she needed the support, and, well, it was a nice ass. It was there.

And it might help loosen her up a bit.

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Maybe later, was Kathy's immediate response to that, so it was probably for the best that she was more interested in kissing rather than speaking, her tongue aggressively sweeping into his mouth. One hand released its grip on his shirt, but only to slip beneath it, first tracing the arc of his hip with one finger and then sliding around to fasten onto his back, pressing her that much more tightly against him.

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Aggression was nice, and something Dante was easily able to meet, his fingers tangling more firmly in her hair. He sucked on her tongue; let his hand slip much lower, onto her leg.

He wasn't actually going to do much more with it, but it was a promise.

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Probably for the best, because Kathy's exhibition kink might seriously get them in trouble, at least on the island where there were gossiping squirrels.

On the other hand, she was very nicely not thinking right now, save for greedy little thoughts like Nice and More.

She did lift her other leg up, climbing Dante like a tree, the heel of her boot scoring his lower back while she worked to get settled. Her hips flexed against his, pressing against the front of his jeans as her tiny skirt slid even higher on her thighs.

Kathy, this was not getting you to Baltimore any faster.

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And this was starting to be a dilemma, because while this was nice, Dante's brain was now kind of set on parties and motorcycles, but on the other hand, this was really nice.

He kept his hand on her leg, and yes, he had absolutely no trouble keeping her upright. But he did pull his mouth away, just a fraction of an inch. "Still having trouble thinking of wanting to hang off my dick?" he teased.

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Kathy whimpered when he took his mouth away--she'd been enjoying that mouth, dammit, bring it back here! But his question brushed away the sensual haze fogging her brain. Faster than thought, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin on Dante's neck. No sharp nip this, there was a ring of teethmarks in his skin when she finally let go and the beginnings of a faint bruise.

"I dunno," she said in a voice gone husky. "Any trouble wanting to hang off mine?"

Yes, her metaphorical dick, what of it.

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"Aw, fuck."

He almost dropped Kathy. (Almost.)

Sorry. He'd respond in a second, when he'd wiped the blissed-out expression off his face.

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That was fine, that gave Kathy enough time to unwind her legs and try to stand under her own power again, sliding down his body until her feet his the ground. And if she needed a moment to make sure her legs worked properly, she'd hope he didn't notice that.

Or the color of her underwear (black, obviously) that she flashed before she had a chance to pull her skirt back down again after said slide.

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Dante opened one eye lazily and hey, hello there, panties, not a bad thing to get back to. "Fuck," he said again, but this time intentionally and with some slightly baffled appreciation. "...and hey, you're always free to bring your own strap-on."

That had taken him longer to think up than he was going to admit to.

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"I'll keep that in mind, should I ever decide to run out and buy one," Kathy told him and it was a testament to have thoroughly shaken she was that she didn't even blush when obliquely referencing a strap-on. That part of her brain was still rebooting. "Or when the island just straight up gives me a dick of my own for the day. Whatever."

And she was just going to take a moment to rest her forehead on his chest, just until her breathing got back under control again. Thank god they were going to Baltimore for important reasons. It would keep her from doing anything stupid, like mentioning she knew places in the city that rented rooms by the hour.

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Well, at least mission 'Get Kathy to stop living in her own head' had worked out well and put her in the right mindset. Dante wasn't much of a cuddler - or a hugger - but he could weather having a girl's forehead on his chest for the few counts it took him to regain his own breath.

"So," he said, finally. "Cab?"

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Very big of you, Dante.

"Cab," she agreed. She'd originally just planned to walk--well, run--since she was much faster than any car could go within city limits, but until her legs stopped feeling like they were made of rubber, getting a chance to sit down was a great idea.

She made a quick call to arrange for a taxi to pick them up on the end of the causeway. "So, umm..." she started. It was hard making conversation when most of her just wanted to crawl back and resume what they'd begun. She might no longer be in her own head, but she wasn't sure that letting her hormones do her thinking for her was a much better idea. "I guess that bruise will help sell things," she said, glancing at his neck. "Unless it'll heal before we get there? I have no idea how fast you do that."

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"I can control it, more or less," Dante said, shrugging one shoulder - the one closest to the area she was referring to it, more or less. "It won't go until I want it to."

Then he threw in a smirk, just so he could.

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"Keep it," Kathy said, voice dropping low for a minute. "It looks good on you."

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Dante tilted his head, the smirk never slipping from his face, and then waggled his eyebrows.

"I was planning to," he said.

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"Good. Then I won't have to give you another one," Kathy said easily, returning the smirk. "Unless I think you need a second one to match."

Or wanted to reinforce their cover. Whatever.

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"Still a whole lot more hours in the day, Kat," Dante said.

A cab pulled up near the causeway. "But there's our ride."

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"We're probably going to be busy for most of them," Kathy pointed out, though there was a lot more sway in her hips than usual as they walked to the cab.

She gave directions to the driver, having him let them off outside of a restaurant not far from where the chop shop was located. It made more sense to hit that up first than try to mug someone for their bike.

"I don't suppose there's any way we can try to do this subtly?" she asked. "I'm not exactly dressed for fighting an entire gang of car thieves."

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Dante gave her a look. "I could?" he offered.

If she wanted subtlety, she should've brought Ezra.