Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Monday Afternoon

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There were some days when you just had to get away, when the house just felt small and confining and more than a little bit suffocating. That feeling had chased Kathy all morning until she'd finally grabbed her guitar and a book or two and left. As soon as the door closed behind her, she'd breathed a bit easier, some of the tension leaving her jaw and shoulders. A walk through town helped relax her even more, her mood light enough after grabbing lunch at Luke's to see her whistling as she meandered around.

She still didn't want to head home, so instead she wandered over to Barry's old warehouse, settling in with her books and her guitar, idly reading and playing as the mood took her. Nothing like a few hours of quiet time in an old warehouse to make someone miss the comforts of home, right?

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Dante chuckled low in his throat, second digit finally joining the first as he leaned into her kisses. "Shove you up against the door and slide right in, you mean?"

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Kathy groaned happily as she got that second finger. One was fun, but two were the bare minimum required to actually get her going. "The only real question is whether you bother to spin me around to face you first or not," she said, with a hitch in her breath.

She let go of his hair to tug her tank top down. Still braless in deference to her healing tattoos, she just let her breasts spill over the neckline, thrusting up and forced together by the tension in the shirt.

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"Nah," Dante said. "Just right from behind, that's the fucking ticket."

And then he didn't say much, busy kissing his way down to her breasts as he was.

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Her nipples were already hard before he even arrived at her breasts, sharp little buds begging for his mouth.

"That sounds hot," she whispered, taking up the thread of the narrative since Dante was busy. "Just push me forward, take your dick out, and slide it right it. Fell how wet you get me with a look. However..." Her foot was sliding up and down the outside of his leg. "Having your on your knees for a bit to make sure I'm properly soaked sounds really good, too."

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"As long as you don't peek."

With that pun in mind, Dante sucked one of those little buds into his mouth.

His free hand slid down to pull down his zipper, relieve some pressure.

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Kathy's breath caught in her throat and she arched against the arm of the chair. His tongue was hot and her nipples were so sensitive that even the sheer relief of having his mouth on one caused a sweet ache.

And, oh, did she want to do more than just relieve that pressure for him, but he was too far down. The only parts of him she could reach were his head and shoulders and part of his back. So she settled for touching that instead, hand slipping down his collar, nails out.

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Dante was barely paying attention to her hands; he was caught up in the taste of her skin, the way her nipple slid over his tongue.

He pulled away, but only to give the other one his full attention.

Get her revved up, nice and slick for him.

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She was running her nails over his skin just as much for her pleasure as his, feeling the muscles flex in his back as he moved over her. The rhythm of her hips sped up, the channel around his fingers hot and clinging, greedy for more. His hand bypassed 'slick' entirely; soaked was a better word for it as her body sweetly begged for more.

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Dante abandoned her nipple at last, tilting his head to deliver a bite to the top of Kathy's breast.

Just a way to say hello.

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She'd say they were somewhat past hello by now, but that might convince him not to use his teeth again and where would the fun in that be?

Kathy hissed as he bit down, skin reddening under his teeth and her nails did some biting of their own on his back, just to the left of his spine. Her tattoo was still a bit tender and that small throb whenever her breasts shift position heightened the pleasure of everything else.

"Remember our talk in the tattoo parlor?" she murmured, perfectly okay if he chose not to acknowledge her question and continued to keep his mouth otherwise engaged.

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"Which part?" Dante murmured.

He kissed his way back up her chest... slowly.

Sometimes it involved more teeth than lips.

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And sometimes she sighed and sometimes she shuddered. Either way, she didn't think there was anyone who knew how to bring her body alive better than Dante did.

"About pain," she said, happy to luxuriate in the wealth of sensation Dante was providing. "The times it does something for me and the times it doesn't."

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"Seems like it's doin' something for you now," Dante mused.

He bit down hard, lingered a moment, soothed the skin with his tongue.

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"Ah!" The noise was sharp, just like his teeth, torn from her throat before she could even consider holding it back. It was another second or so before the sting died down enough for her to care about continuing the conversation. "Well, when you're involved, it usually does."

Having Dante around was an almost automatic trigger for pain to be slotted under 'sexy.'

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Dante snickered softly, thinking back to earlier in their conversation. "I'm just that hot, huh."

And slipped a third finger into her, pressing his thumb against her clit.

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"I really get off on humb--hnngh."

Well, that thought certainly short-circuited. Kathy's hands found his shoulders and clung as she started fucking his hand with abandon.

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"Get off on what?"

Dante smirked at her, watching her with clear interest.

"Want more?"

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"Always," she said, channel tight around his fingers. "Fuck, Dah--" A press on her clit made her gasp, biting off the words. "You know that I'm always wanting--"

Oooh, too real. She interrupted herself and nipped at his throat instead.

"I'll take whatever you wanna give me," she said a moment later, a harsh whisper in his ear. "However you wanna give it to me."

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"Come take it," Dante said, his voice all smirk, his fingers sliding out of her as he tilted his head back.

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"Lemme see you lick those fingers," she said before latching onto the side of his neck, first with sharp teeth and then sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

At the same time, she was pushing him up and over, trying to get him on his back. She'd take it, oh yes. But first, she'd take him.

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Her teeth were like a shot to his fucking system; Dante groaned as he slid down, following the motion of her hands.

When his back hit the sofa, he brought his hand up to his mouth, brushing one finger across his bottom lip.

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"You can do better than that," she said and bit him again, hands running down his body to get to his pants. There, they paused, stroking him through the denim, but making no move to free him.

"Decisions, decisions," she said. "Should I go slow? Build up to it? Maybe you're in the mood for something soft and sweet." Her lips twitched at the idea. "Or just pull these down far enough to climb on and ride you hard? You already know I'm wet for it."

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Dante let out a long sigh.

He said nothing. No hints, no tips, no wishes or encouragement.

Probably because he'd slipped his fingers into his mouth while she spoke.

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It had mostly been rhetorical anyway. Kathy knew what she wanted to do. She shoved his shirt up, exposing hips, abs, and chest, which she then followed with her tongue, copying his appreciation of her chest from earlier, drawing his nipple into her mouth and sucking hard.

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Dante whimpered quietly around his fingers, slipping them out of his mouth a moment later. "Ngh, Kat..."