Baltimore, Monday Night

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Dante and Kathy's evening out in Baltimore--she was a little hesitant to call it a date, per se--couldn't have come at a better time. A night out not thinking about the weekend was pretty much exactly what the doctor ordered. And if not thinking about the weekend happened to include a long motorcycle ride through Baltimore at speeds other people might consider 'unsafe' ('insane' might not have been entirely incorrect, either), a stop at the bar for some drinks, and the promise of much more excitement to come, well, then who was Kathy to argue?

"So, where to after this?" Kathy asked, feeling flushed and warm from the drinks and company in about equal measure. "I could show you some of my favorite places around Baltimore, but most of them are just, like, places that it's fun to ambush drug dealers and stuff."

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Dante found it kinda hard not to smirk while breathing, come on now.

"If you say so." She grinned up at him, then suddenly spun around and raced for the building, ignoring the stairs entirely. "Can you catch me, you think?" she called, before starting to bounce her way up.

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"Oh, that's gonna happen one way or another," Dante called.

He took a leap up, feet touching on thin air, then somersaulted, covering a great deal of ground before his feet found a balcony to touch on briefly.

He was looking up, yep.

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There was a lot to see. A lot of skin, anyway, not much fabric. Kathy had a gymnast's legs, all smooth skin and flexing muscle as she swiftly moved from one section to another. She didn't just jump--there were handsprings and flips, backbends and somersaults. She wasn't just doing it to show-off for Dante. It was times like this that she really felt alive.

"Almost to the top!" she called, laughing.

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A couple of years from now, Dante'd be able to cheat: tear into the fabric of reality and let it do the work for him.

But right now, he was just some kid who could jump high and fast-- just not as fast as her. And since the point was to keep the view, well, he wasn't putting in that much of an effort.

"Your speed is fucking nuts!" he yelled, following right behind. "Legs too!"

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Hey, let Kathy enjoy being able to beat a Nephilim in a footrace while she still could. It was pretty much the only thing she could win.

"Just wait till you see my flexibility!" she called as she vaulted onto the roof. "I have a feeling you'll appreciate that just as much!"

Ezra certainly seemed to!

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Dante's foot found an air conditioning unit, and then he went flipping onto the roof himself, landing feet first and right behind her.

"Probably," he agreed.

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"Well then," Kathy said, looking over her shoulder to smile at him. "Here we are. What do you think--is more slow teasing in order?"

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"I dunno."

It took a few quick paces, but Dante reached her in no time. And if she let him, he was wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in.

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Oh, he was more than welcome. They'd been building up to this for weeks now. She wrapped one leg around his and scored this inside of his calf with her heel. "Feeling appropriately keyed up?" she asked with a small laugh.

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"Like I said, you're the expert there," Dante said. Though considering how close his hips were...

He slid his hand up and under her shirt. Slowly. Leaned down, and whispered, "I'm just looking forward to finding out what you look like when you come."

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"Fuuuck," Kathy breathed, with no hint of stuttering. "Dante, I like words. Like them a lot." So, you know, feel free to keep talking. "Do me right and you can find out multiple times tonight alone."

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So she did know how to curse. Dante's hand kept moving until it found a curve upwards.

Still moving after that, actually.

"'Right's a big word," he said. "How d'you like it better, Kathy? Rough up against the wall, or on the floor, with your ass up in the air?"

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She did! She only had trouble with it when she was thinking about it. Get her mind on something else--or, better yet, not thinking at all--and Kathy developed quite the mouth.

Though her answer to his question was going to have to wait a moment; she moaned as her nipples hardened under his questing fingers. "Both," she told him. "I like both. I like it hard and rough and deep."

Things she never would have even guessed about herself a few months ago. "But if you take me up against a wall, I'm going claw up your back something fierce." That wasn't a warning, it was a promise.

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"Oh, I like that," Dante said. His fingers lingered, then pinched. "Probably figured that out already," he said, his other arm making sure she got pressed up against him nicely. "I bet you can put your legs up real high, too. Make it easier to go deep."

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That pinch earned him another gasp, her hips undulating against his. "I could rest them on your shoulders if I really wanted," she said. "Though that might make things a little difficult in other ways."

Since his hands were burrowing up her shirt, it only seemed fair hers do the same, nails leaving thin red lines where they passed.

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"Might be fun to give it a shot, though," Dante mused. "Maybe not the first time. Maybe the first time, I just want those fucking nails of yours all over."

He slid his hand to her other breast. "Maybe while I put my mouth on you..."

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"You put your mouth on me and you'll have my nails wherever," Kathy said, dragging her nails up his spine. "You make some great noises when I do. When I use my teeth, too," she added, leaning forward to sink her teeth into his shoulder.

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"Fuck," Dante sighed, his eyes slipping shut again. "Mm. A little pain's good."

At least if you had a thoroughly fucked-up idea of what pain meant after fuck knows how many years-- well, anyway.

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It was better than a chainsaw through the chest?

Low bar, Dante. Low bar.

"And a little bit of roughness is fun," Kathy agreed, missing his expression because she was biting him again. "I'm a fan."

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'Low bar' was pretty much the story of everything good for him at Fandom right now, if we were going to be honest.

"You already know my feelings about that," Dante said. There was a hint of a whimper in his voice; he pinched her nipple pretty hard this time. "Think for this I'm going to eat you out and then fuck you up against a wall. How's that?"

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"What, that wasn't the plan bef...oh fuck." Dante was not doing her eloquence much good, though he was making her body sing. "Trade you...time on my knees...for time on yours."

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Dante smirked - of course he did - and let go of her.

Only so he could walk around and kneel down in front of her, though.

"What, like this?"

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Kathy wavered as Dante let go, at least until her legs remembered they were supposed to stand on their own. Thank you, unnatural balance, for keeping Kathy upright.

"You look good like that," she told him, eyes dark. "I wouldn't mind seeing you like this more often."

She slid her leg over his shoulder, letting her heel scratch its way down his back. There was a reason she'd worn heels tonight and it wasn't because they were fun to run around Baltimore in. "Tempted to just sit on your shoulders," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "At least until it's time to show you how really flexible I can be. Ezra appreciated that trick, if I remember correctly."

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"You'll have to show me sometime." She had her own heel to blame for the way his voice sounded shaky just now.

Not that it kept him from sliding his hand onto her hip as he leaned up just so. Because fucking bless Kathy's short skirts, that was what.

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To blame? More like to thank.

"I'm pretty sure you'll be seeing it sooner rather than later...." Kathy's own voice was hardly steady, what with Dante under one of the shortest skirts she owned, worn specifically for that reason. The muscles in her thighs jumped in anticipation. "Think you can hold me up?"

She asked the Nephilim.