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 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...

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Kathy's own thoughts--such as they were--were focused on the here and now, wrapped up, at least for the time being, with Dante. The feel of his skin under her hands. The heat of his mouth and the sting of his teeth, the blunt thickness of his cock deep inside of her as it slid over every sensitized inch of her.

And, like their motorcycles speeding down an empty stretch of highway, the rushing thrill racing towards her, almost in reach.

"I love fucking you," she groaned.

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Dante let out a soft, low, breathless laugh, his thumb sliding back up to torture her clit some more. "Love you fucking me too," he managed, hips coming up for a too-ambitious but all too satisfying thrust.

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It was only too-ambitious if you hurt something and he was clearly fine. That thrust made her squeal again--honestly, the noises she made would embarrass her if she were aware of half of them--and clench down as he withdrew, making him fight for every inch he pulled out. The next thrust had her grinding down harder, trying to pull him deeper still.

She liked it when he bottomed out inside of her. Shh.

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"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Dante breathed, his world spinning out of control rapidly. "Fuck, you're tight--"

So close.

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"Give it to me," Kathy begged, barely holding on. Coherence was long gone. "Please, yes, you know just how I need it."

She dragged him in for a kiss, the one thing anchoring her as she shattered to pieces around him.

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Dante moaned against her mouth, following right behind, the way she shifted and moved setting off his own orgasm.

Fuck, it was good. She felt good. Her mouth was good.

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Kathy finally dragged her mouth away when the need to breathe grew to be too much, letting her head fall forward onto Dante's shoulder. She knew she should shift off of him, but for the moment moving was beyond her. All she could do was lie there, panting, and try to put herself back together.

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Dante slid his hands out from under her skirt, one coming up to pet her hair.

He was content to lay there for a minute, catching his breath.

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For a moment, Kathy was reminded of the time in the bathroom, when Dante had abruptly withdrawn after they were done--not physically, but mentally. It hadn't been apparent at the moment, but in retrospect, especially now with him petting her as they cuddled--

Kathy deliberately turned her thoughts away from that, looking for that soft, happy place she'd been in just moments before.

Yeah, okay, it wasn't coming back. Instead, Kathy pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and started to carefully pull herself off of him to settle on the couch instead.

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Dante blinked a few times. Something felt off, but he wasn't sure what.

But he was a lot better than Kathy at batting shit aside.

He sat up. "Nice."

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If Kathy had even, like, half his ability to set things aside, she'd probably be a better adjusted person.

She didn't go far, the distance between them measured in inches, her foot still rubbing against his leg. It was hard not to touch him when they were just chilling at the house, never mind thirty seconds post-coital. And his hand in her hair had felt really nice...

Instead of dwelling on that, though, she grinned up at him and said, "Nice is, like, a cup of tea or turning the TV on just as your show starts. That, sir, was way better."

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"I dunno, I could do with some tea and TV now too," Dante joked merrily, grinning at her.

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"Oh shit," Kathy said, facepalming. "I just realized I forgot your pizza!"

Yeah, he was joking, but she really had forgotten about it.

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"You know, we can get to that in a minute," Dante said, snickering.

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"Well, I'll sake sure to make you a side of soothing chamomile tea while I'm at it," she said, with an companionable elbow to the ribs.

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Dante snickered. "And cookies?"

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"See, the problem was that I spoiled you in high school," Kathy mused. "You got used to having excellent sex and them me reaching into my fridge to pull out booze and snacks. I created this monster."