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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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.

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"I'll be fine," Dante said, and hey, that was actually faint amusement coloring his voice again.

He pressed his mouth against her panties a second later. Felt right.

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Felt better than right. Felt amazing and Kathy was ready for a lot more of that, only without any cloth in the way. "Dante," she started--

--Only to be interrupted when the building across the street practically exploded in flames, several of the windows on the tenth floor shattering outward from the heat and pressure. Screams erupted from both the building and the street below as shattered glass rained down. Kathy lost her balance from the whump of hot air that blasted out towards them from the inferno.

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And maybe in another universe, Dante's reflexes-- no, Dante's expectations wouldn't be so low, and he might have given himself the luxury of freaking out for five seconds.

Not so, though. His hand shot out immediately for Kathy's, his head swiveling over towards the source of the explosion.

"What the fuck?"

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Kathy was grateful for Dante's strength; the hot air was shoving against her with the force of a gale and she would have had to fight to not be pushed backwards if he hadn't grabbed for her. "I don't know!" she said, raising her voice to be heard over the roar of flames. "But--Dante! That's an apartment building! People are living there!"

Though they wouldn't be for long if they didn't get out immediately.

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"Fuck's sake," Dante growled. "You want to get in there?!"

Of course she did. She was Kathy.

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How was this even a surprise? He would literally have to drag her away and onto the bike if he wanted to keep her out of there and she'd fight the entire time he did. She was already twisting her hair out of the way and tracing out the easiest path to the building that didn't require going down to the ground, where people were already crowding.

"I'm not going to let people die if I can save them," she said absently. She pulled her shirt off and wrapped it around her face, wishing she had water to soak it in first. "There could be kids in there. Old people. The handicapped. People could be hurt and scared and trapped. I don't abandon people."

You should probably pay attention to that part, Dante. It would be relevant in the future, no doubt.

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Oh for-- this shit was not on them, damn it. So sue him for hoping Kathy had something resembling a survival instinct left. "You're nuts," Dante snapped.

He wasn't moving, though. Because if she was rushing in there, he wasn't abandoning her, which-- sigh. Thanks for volunteerring him, universe. He curled up his upper lip, dropping his coat so he could pull the same trick with his damn shirt.

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"Maybe so," Kathy said, "but I'm still not letting anyone die who doesn't have to." She glanced over at him and couldn't help but smile. He was complaining, sure, but he was clearly getting ready to come along.

See? She knew you were a decent guy, Dante!

"Look, it's going to be tough, but we can get over to the eleventh floor balconies," she said, pointing out the route she'd planned. "Go in, get the people out. Hopefully the fire department is already en route."

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"Better be, 'cause this is their fucking job," Dante said. He took a deep breath.

Then he dashed towards the edge of the roof and leaped, feet finding purchase against the air for leverage before grabbing him a spot on the balcony.

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Kathy wasn't going to argue with him about it, not with him leaping into the fire already. Instead, she was just a few paces behind him; she couldn't cover as much distance in a single leap as he could, not without building up a lot more speed than she had right now.

She darted across the edge of the roof until she could dive over to the next building. That one had a stone gargoyle long enough that she could use it to leap across the street. That put her at the building next to the one on fire, but crossing that distance was negligible.

Seconds later, she was joining Dante on his balcony, the air already thick with black smoke and almost too hot to breathe. "Stick together or split up?" she asked, trying not to cough.

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"Stick together," Dante said. "If shit comes crashing down--"

Aw, crap. That was most definitely a crashing down kinda noise going on inside. "C'mon, go get your hero on already so we can get out of here quick."