Apartment Above Lukes, Tuesday Evening

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So, technically, Kathy's plan was to make tacos for dinner, but no one would know that from the state of the kitchen. She'd decided to make homemade guacamole (because what were tacos other than tasty vehicles for guac?) and now all the taco fixings were kind of pushed off to one side while she finished mashing up the avocados and chopping the cilantro and prepping the other stuff.

And texting Dante, because making tacos was the perfect opportunity for jokes, right? Especially with her shoulder still a little red from Pride?

Looking forward to putting all the tacos into my face tonight, she said, continuing their lazy conversation. No more sausage for me, but tacos are always the way to my...heart.

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Dante laughed softly. "And here I thought I was going slow," he said.

He slipped past her, finally pulling free, mostly so he could put the box on her nightstand.

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"You are," Kathy assured him. "You'll notice we're not naked." Brushing her hair back, she added, "I'm not trying to rush you. I just needed a chance to...say hello maybe?"

With her teeth.

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"Is that how they say hello in Korean?" Dante asked, knocking the top off the box.

Then he flopped back onto her bed.

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She paused to appreciate Dante sprawled out on her bed. It was a pretty sight, no one could blame her for taking an extra few seconds to enjoy it, right?

"Probably these days," she said, flippantly. "I know it's definitely how we say it in LA."

Okay. This was probably a terrible time for that kind of joke. But Kathy had to be able to joke about it--it made up for the times she still woke up trying not to scream.

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Dante propped himself up on his elbows, watching her right back.

After a second or two, he decided to get rid of his shirt, since she was watching anyway, stripping it off in one smooth move. "Frisky West Coasters."

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Her smile at him was less sex and more gratitude, even as she watched him lose his shirt with avid eyes. "It's because we're less uptight about stuff than you stuffy East Coast types," she told him walking towards the bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she crossed the distance. "All that warmth and sunlight makes us hedonists."

Her shirt dropped to the ground just as her knees hit her mattress and she leaned in for another kiss.

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"We're not stuffy," Dante said, grinning at her. "We just know how to party in the shade, too."

He cupped her cheek again as she neared, tugging her into that kiss.

It was still gentle.

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"Hmph." Kathy's snort was swallowed by the kiss and though she was tempted to nip at his lip, instead she followed suit and kept the kiss easy. Gentle. Unhurried. She's was willing enough to follow Dante's lead, at least until he drove her crazy enough that she had to turn the tables on his and spice things up.

It would be interesting to see if it got there. After all, he did like it rough.

"Not the shade I have a problem with," she murmured against his mouth. "It's the cold."

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"Poor tender-skinned LA girl," Dante murmured.

He ran a finger down her spine, slow but sure, eventually dipping it under the waistband of her skirt.

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Goosebumps followed his finger and she shivered as it trailed down her back. She arched like a cat, pressing her breasts against him as her head tipped back. "Guess--guess you'll just have to be gentle with me, huh?"

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"That was the plan," Dante agreed, his head dipping low to press kisses to her now-exposed throat.

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"Oh really?" she asked, tilting her head further so he had more skin to kiss and caress. "You think you can keep this up for long?"

She was game to try.

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"Willing to give it a spin," Dante said. He slid both of his hands back up, smoothing over her breasts as he made his way down to her clavicle slowly.

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Kathy was tempted to see how long his resolve could hold up against her playing rough with him, but the thought of seeing how long they could keep this up--and what it would be like, soft and gentle between them--intrigued her. "Well then, let's see what happens," she said, running her fingers teasingly through his white hair and down the back of his neck.

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Honestly, it felt a little stranger now that she knew what he was gunning for, and after her trying to push it the way they normally did. But Dante wasn't going to let that throw him.

He gave her a little nudge, coaxing her onto her back.

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Kathy lay back, slowly ceding control of this encounter to Dante. It was harder than she expected, letting him set the pace and keep to it. Part of her brain insisted she push back, try to make him lose control, too.

She ignored it and worked to trust in him instead.

Her hair fanned out across the pillow and she looked up at him with a smile full of invitation to do his worst. Or rather, his gentlest.

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Dante smiled down at her. He pressed a kiss to one of her shoulders, his fingers trailing up her stomach, playing over the skin of her breast.

He pinched her nipple, smoothing over it with the palm of his hand a moment later.

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That pinch earned him a harsh gasp, as Kathy jerked upwards towards his hand. Her nipple puckered against his palm, the other belatedly following suit a moment later as a flush spread across her chest.

In return her hand skimmed over his side, the softness of her fingertips replacing the usual harsh drag of her nails.

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Was it weird that that made Dante smile? Because it did.

He slid down, capturing her nipple in his mouth. He was gentle there, too, even as he teased it with his tongue.

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Kathy was happy enough to see him smile that she wasn't going to try to figure out the whys. Sometimes just knowing that something was was enough.

She was learning.

She was also whimpering, unable to keep still under his tongue. It took precious focus to keep her touch feather-light as she slid her fingers up his spine and traced the edges of Rebellion's mark with one hand, while the other tangled in her sheets to tether her.

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Dante pulled away slowly, his tongue sliding over her nipple one last time.

He pressed a kiss to the skin between her breasts. "That's it," he said softly.

Then his mouth found the other nipple, and gave it the same undivided, thorough attention.

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Slow. Gentle. Sweet.

This was a new and exquisite kind of torment that had her toes curling and her breath coming in long, raspy gasps. She hadn't exactly ever thought of Dante as being patient before, or methodical. Not like this. He seemed entirely content to drag her to the edge one soft lick at a time, taking his delight in her reactions.

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He'd slowed down a lot - at least around some people - over the past six months. She'd just been moving so fast, she hadn't noticed before, that was all.

Dante took his time, teasing her until it seemed like she was just shy of too much.

Then he let off, dipping his head down to kiss her belly button-- and then back up her chest, his hand going south in direct opposition, pressing against the skin in the dip between her legs.

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Slowing down was how the exes got you, either the ones in the street or the ones in her head.

Or maybe, just maybe, that was a convenient excuse for why she didn't often try--and gave up so quickly when it proved difficult.

She raised her hips up to him in entreaty, not demand, with a soft cry, bringing one hand up to her mouth to bite down on the side, like she was afraid to make too much noise and. Her legs fell open, giving him room to move, the skirt brushing against his wrist.

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Dante smiled again, a little, to himself. He lifted his head just enough to whisper in her ear, "Can I take this off?"

His fingers rubbed gently over her underwear.