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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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..."

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"Yeah?" she asked.

She wasn't going to let him finish, biting his chest right where her breast still ached so good.

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"Love that fucking mouth of yours," Dante groaned, free hand settling on her back.

Casual, not guiding.

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"Good, cause I love using it on you," Kathy murmured against his skin. She lazily circled his nipple with her tongue, then nipped it, nice and hard.

Giving him a perfectly angelic smile, she started working her way down again, nice and slow, while her hands unfastened his jeans and freed his dick from the confines.

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A soft grunt escaped Dante, but nothing more, at least not until her hand was on his dick.

"Payback's a bitch, huh?" he mused, to himself.

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"Weird how that happens," Kathy noted, drawing her tongue over the lines of his hips, her hair dangling against the heated skin of his erection.

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"Especially when you're at the wheel," Dante said, his gaze skittering down to catch what she was doing.

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And shooting him another smile, Kathy dragged her tongue all the way down to his groin, pulling the tip--and just the tip--up into her wet heat of her mouth

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Dante groaned low in his throat, his head tipping back.

His fingers tightened on her back, then slid up, right into her hair.

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And Kathy complied, opening her mouth further, her hand sliding under him to grip his ass and then push him upwards, encouraging him to thrust.

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Dante took the opening - heh - as soon as it came, his hips rocking up into that fucking wonderful wet heat.

It'd been too long since he'd last felt it. Way too long.

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She swallowed him down, the muscles of her throat protesting for a second before relaxing and letting him pass. Her lips wrapped around her teeth and she just let go, lips and tongue a tease, drawing it out, cranking his need up as high as possible without promise of relieving it.

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Dante's "Fuuuuuck," was a sigh, his hips moving, trying to get more.

Come on, Kathy. Give him that.

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How many fingers had he given her at first? How many?

In fact, not only did she not give it to him, she pulled away in a swirl of dark hair and mischievous eyes. "I think that's enough, don't you?"

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Yeah, but she was into that?

"Jesus, Kathy," he muttered, squinting up at her. "Come on..."

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Truth. But then, she was into this, too.

"Since you asked so nicely..." she murmured. Only instead of lowering her mouth back down, she straddled him with a speed that set her skirt fluttering as she lowered herself onto him in one fluid motion, taking him deep.

That had been what he'd meant, yes?

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Not exactly, but it was better, so Dante wasn't about to complain.

"Ohfuckyes," he said instead, eyes glued to where her skirt fell over his thighs, thinking about how his dick was embedded in her right under that.

Ohfuckyes.

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Kathy watched him and smiled, leaning back a bit as she picked up the hem of her skirt and parted her legs, giving him the full view of exactly what he'd been thinking about. She slid up and then let herself fall back down once, twice, three times, letting him see his shaft, now slick with her wetness, thrusting up into her, before dropping her skirt back down to cover up that view once more.

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"Fuck, that's hot," Dante whispered, his hands settling on her thighs, exploring, groping as he let her do her thing.

It felt great. Like he was swimming in the pleasure of it.

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With a wink, she lifted her skirt again, this time to hold her finger against her clit. Her hand remained unmoving; she ground against it at the same time as she ground down on his dick, the letting that rhythm guide her here, too.

"You gonna make me do all the work?" she asked with a smile, leaning forward once more to latch onto his neck and suck.

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"Seems fair," Dante teased, though his hands were moving up and under her skirt too. "Did all the work before."