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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"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For a moment, Kathy was reminded of the time in the bathroom, when Dante had abruptly withdrawn after they were done--not physically, but mentally.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."

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"Gotta keep me in the way I've become accustomed to and shit," Dante agreed.

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"Anders' job," Kathy said promptly. "I'm just the glamorous Californian who moved in to class up the joint."

Who was currently chilling in a warehouse while attempting to convince herself that the above statement was even remotely true.

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"Uh huh," Dante said.

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"Trufax," Kathy declared.