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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"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."

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She let her skirt fall over his hand, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck as she rode him, still kind of slow and easy. They hadn't yet worked up to the single-minded pounding that would come later, after the playfulness had bled away.

"Lazy," she tsked, shaking her head. "Pure laziness."

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"Wasn't lazy when I had three fingers up in here," Dante said, and as he did so, he pressed his thumb down against her clit and watched her face.

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Her eyes closed again, face tilting upwards and limned in gold from the lights in the ceiling. For a second, everything else fell away and her expressio was suffused with pleasure. Her mouth formed a cherry red o and the flush in her cheeks heightened.

"When you had three fingers..." she panted, eyes still closed, but a bit of amusement bleeding back in, "I was bucking against your hand and fucking your fingers."

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"And you call that work?"

Though Dante'd be a little shit and thrust up right as he said that.

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With no conscious prompting from Kathy, her nails curled inward in reaction, one set following his spine in the back of his neck, the other digging into the meaty part of his shoulder.

"...Fun," she answered breathlessly, voice no more than a high-pitched squeak.

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"Good," Dante said, smirking like an absolute jerk as he started moving in earnest.

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Goddamn, she liked that smile. It usually meant something sinfully wicked was in the offing. Sometimes that meant he needed to get thwapped, but usually it foretold something--

Yeah. There it was. She moaned, squeezing tight all around him and meeting him thrust for thrust, breath coming hard as they crashed together.
She removed her nails from his neck long enough to offer up a breast for his mouth.

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It was rude to turn that down, right? Dante captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he sped up the motions of his hips as well as he could, given the position.

Playtime was over. And fuck, if she wasn't gripping him hard-- best time was on.

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What he lost in being trapped on the couch, Kathy more than made up with enthusiasm and sheer bounciness. Sometimes it made her laugh that the most use her so-called abilities got anymore was sex with the guys.

'Sometimes' not being now, though. She cried out when his mouth closed over her nipple again, her hand clinging to his chest, with one deep red nail bisecting his nipple in return. Below, she was all tight pressure and heat and wetness, his thumb battering her swollen clit and making her whimper with every hard rub.

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Dante groaned against her skin, but didn't let go. His teeth bore down on the nub in his mouth, not too hard, but rough enough to hurt.

His thumb slid down and for a moment he could feel himself where he entered her. Mm. Hot.

Made his scattered thoughts jump to the last time he'd watched Anders fuck her...