The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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Dante's eyes darted to the side briefly, just to make sure nobody was coming.

He slid a finger between her lips, slicking it up, teasing. Didn't press it into her until it was nice and wet.

"Don't think I forgot about you sucking my dick," he whispered in her ear, now that his clarity of though had mostly returned to him.

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"Better--better not have," Kathy said, stumbling over a gasp he'd dragged from her throat. Her inner walls grasped at his finger, pulling it deeper. "Right in front of the bathroom mirror so you can watch."

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"Wanna get to that bathroom, Kat-hy?" Dante asked, pressing a kiss to the skin right under her ear.

Pushing in the second finger, too. But that was secondary.

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...Funny, it didn't feel secondary to her. She was very aware of that second finger.

"Not if it means you taking your fingers away," she told him, grinding against his hand. She turned her head to catch his lower lip between her teeth. A sharp nip and then she was kissing him. Hard.

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Dante's groan was a low rumble in his chest more than anything audible, caught up as his mouth was with hers. He pushed his fingers in and out, deeper each time, until he was down to the knuckle.

"Gonna have to," he murmured. "Gonna have to if you're gonna suck me and I'm gonna fuck you."

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Fuck. He made a good point--even if the promise of a hard fuck soon had some trouble competing with the feel of his fingers now.

"Really, uhh, really looking forward to that?" she panted. "Me on my knees in a rest station bathroom?"

Why was that hot? It shouldn't be that hot. But it was. It was...primal, almost? No soft touches, no romantic edges, just a hard, bare bones fuck born out of a need too intense to wait until they got somewhere more 'appropriate.'

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It was the kinda fucking they weren't gonna go for with anyone else they were sleeping with right now. It helped, too, channeling the last dregs of his anger at Kathy into something that made them both feel good.

Maybe Kathy would disagree right now, though, as Dante pulled his fingers out, pressing one last biting kiss to her throat. "Yeah," he growled, mouth curving into a smirk. "Move your pretty ass already."

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And it made Kathy feel grounded, much the same way fighting did. It was harsh and intense and too detailed too be anything but real. There was going to be grit in her knees and an ache in her head where he pulled her hair too tight and a crick in her back where he bent her over. Hell, there was the possibility that they'd end up breaking something in the bathroom once they really got going, assuming there was anything in there that wasn't made of metal or concrete.

She bit him again just to show her displeasure at losing those fingers, then dragged herself out from between Dante and the wall, making sure to rub herself against him with every inch of her, cupping his cock to lead him into the bathroom with her. "You can watch my ass as we go."

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"Was planning to do that one way or another," Dante said, fingers curving into her waistband even before the bathroom door slammed shut behind them. Gave it a little tug to expose more skin before his hands made their trek upwards to her shoulders.

There wasn't anybody there. He could tell. So he had absolutely no fucking problem just pushing her down.

Seemed like neither of them were fucking around, so fuck it.

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Kathy went down to her knees in front of him, brushing her long dark hair out of her eyes. Her lips were already red, a bright spot of color in her face. Already she could feel the cold from the ground seeping up through her jeans and the hardness of the concrete ached on her knees. "Well then," she said, voice husky. "You gonna give it to me? Or do I have to ask nicely?"

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"Say please and thank you?" Dante said, a smirk in his voice.

His hand slid into his pants. He pulled himself out, not wanting to bother with taking his pants down further.

His other hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer.

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"Pretty please?" she asked, leaning close enough that her lips brushed against the skin of his cock. "I'll thank you when I'm done and you've come down my fucking throat."

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"It's not your mouth I'm planning to come in," Dante said.

Voice still low, but it also offered her a chance to say no if that wasn't her jam right now.

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"Sometime soon, we're going to have to do this not in a public restroom so you have enough time to do both," Kathy murmured, tongue flicking out over his length. "Now, grip my hair tighter and fucking give me your dick already." The look she shot up at him was so impatient it was almost funny.

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"Still greedy as fuck," Dante murmured. "Fine."

He worked his hand further into her hair, twisting to put tension on it, and pressed his dick into her mouth.

He wasn't slow about it.

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Kathy didn't have to reply because her mouth was full and that required her attention, not some off-hand quip. She moaned around him, and tentatively moved her head, seeing how much give Dante's grip gave her. Not much--that was fine, she could still work with what she had.

Her lips were tight around his girth, the blunt tip of his dick firm against the back of her throat and her tongue slid around, getting him nice and went. She arched a challenging eyebrow up at him as if to say You just gonna stand there? as her mouth tightened even further.

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"You're fucking demanding for a girl with her mouth full of dick," Dante growled, his hips giving a shallow thrust. "Fuck."

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Call it another superpower.

She moaned again as he thrust into her mouth and then threw herself into it, eyes sliding closed and hands reaching up to grasp his hips, nails needling into the flesh there. She worked him over with a single-mindedness of purpose, every part of her narrowed down to the sensation of his cock slipping in and out between her lips. This wasn't the playful, teasing enthusiasm she usually showed, but a kind of scorching intensity that centered around making this the best blow job she'd ever given him.

Like he'd said earlier, this time didn't feel like playing.

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Dante sighed, his fingers threading up through her hair, tangling it as much as he could without sacrificing tension.

He took tighter control of the motion, thrusts getting rougher, more dominating, leaving her less room to move.

It felt good, in some primal way. Not a punishment, but a statement, hips hammering away. Pleasure began to pull tight in his abdomen.

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He was fucking her mouth and god it felt good, even as her lips started tingling and her jaw got sore. Even with his grip practically immobilizing her, she didn't turn passive, using her tongue, her throat, and even the tension in her lips to maintain some control over what he felt.

She was soaked, too; she could feel it, along with her stomach twisting in anticipation. She didn't want to be the one to pull away and beg him to fuck her--assuming she could pull away at all with his hold on her--but god she was aching for it now.

Maybe dragging her nails down his thighs would spark something?

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He didn't need it; he was coming up on too much anyway.

But it was certainly extra motivation. Dante whimpered, pulling her off his dick.

Maybe he'd gotten too caught up in the moment; he hadn't originally planned to physically manhandle her up to his feet, into a stall. But he did, not quite managing to keep his strength below bruising.

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Kathy would notice those bruises. Later. For now, she was focusing on getting into that stall, hands fumbling with the waistband of her jeans to shove them down to her knees just as soon as she was surrounded by the battered metal walls on three sides and Dante blocking the light coming from the fourth.

A moment later, she was tugging her shirt off and bra down, exposing her breasts to the air, then looked at him. Waiting. Needing.

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Dante smirked at her, how fucked up and up for it she looked under the lights. When he took her by the arm this time, it was more controlled-- turning her over and bending her lightly against the door.

One of his hands fell to her hip. The other, to his dick.

He needed it too, missed her warm mouth around him. He didn't hesitate to snap his hips forwards to find something else hot and wet to bury himself in.

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Her nails skittered down the metal of the door, and the sound of her indrawn breath was drowned out by the wet sound of him thrusting inside of her. "Dear god yes," she groaned, pushing herself backwards until her ass met his hips. One hand fell down her abdomen to rub her index finger over her swollen clit. "Please," she begged, "Please."

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Dante groaned softly in her ear, glad to find some relief again. He cupped her breasts with both hands, plucking and playing with her nipples as his hips set a rough, fast rhythm.

There was something about that stall door rattling around that was very satisfying to his ears.