spin_kick_snap | Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

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Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

So. The island could turn her back into an ex at literally any moment. That was not a thought that was good for Kathy's peace of mind. Being an ex again, for however short a time, had not been good for Kathy's peace of mind. She hadn't been a mindless husk that had seen everything that moved as 'prey,' no, but that was cold comfort when she had spent the day eating brains.

Sharing brains with other people.

Hunting small creatures to get--

Her stomach lurched again, just thinking about it. She hadn't eat much this past week just for that reason. It felt like February all over again, when eating had been a struggle, the very act bringing up memories she didn't want to relive.

Distantly, Kathy knew she should go home, deal with the mess left in her room, deal with the mess that was her life. And she would! She just--couldn't yet. Not while she still felt like this, ten pounds of crazy in a four pound bag. She just needed to get a handle on it--was trying to get a handle on it--and when she did, she'd go home. She'd apologize for worrying everyone, she'd clean up, she'd be okay.

Soon. Just not now.

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Whereas Kathy could completely understand that dates might be something Dante felt more comfortable doing with Anders than with her.

This time Kathy wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and snaked a leg around his, hands splaying across his back, nails just pricking into his skin. She licked into his mouth, arching up against him.

Talking was for suckers.

That was a kind of reasoning that came from traditional notions of relationships that Dante didn't really observe. His feelings for Anders had shit all to do with dating, or vice versa.

He wasn't sleeping with anybody else. That was the big one.

Not that Dante was inclined to talk about that, with Kathy all over him and his tongue in Kathy's mouth. His hands smoothed over her hips, her sides, her breasts.

Whereas Kathy figured the automatic assumption that there'd be dates was the detritus of traditional relationships. Back in the dorms he'd laughed at the idea of doing dates at all, so she'd been guessing that his date with Anders was the exception.

Basically, Kathy had a lot of catching up to do with all the ways things had changed over the past year.

But for things that hadn't changed, there was the way she still felt every time he touched her. Fire ignited in her stomach while goosebumps pebbled her skin under his fingers. She moaned, wordlessly encouraging him to keep touching her everywhere.

Dante let out a soft sigh in between kisses, coming to a quick decision on the spot.

He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing his way down, his hands toying with her breasts, her nipples.

She liked where this decision was heading, arching under his hands to press her breasts more firmly into his palms. She ached for him, that sweet ache that started between her legs and traveled upwards, centering in her belly even while it stiffened her nipples.

"I take it back," she said, voice husky. "Naptime is over for now."

Dante laughed shallowly. "We can go back to sleep when we're done," he promised, and left a trail of kisses all the way down the upper slope of her breast.

"It's been days." Kathy pointed out with a small pout, like he'd just been neglecting her, rather than she'd been hiding out in a warehouse desperately scrambling to put herself back together. "Might be awhile till I'm 'done.'"

Dante laughed. "Hey, I'm happy to be your sex toy if you need me?"

"I'm just saying, don't be surprised if I end up needing to ride your hand, your mouth, and your dick before I'm done," Kathy said with a breathy chuckle. "And then see how soon I can get you ready to go again."

She had a...not terrible record of that, now that she thought about it.

Dante smirked. "We can give that a shot," he said, hand sliding down her body as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"I'll give you a--ohh, yes," she murmured before his mouth stole away her ability to make words entirely. She shifted her leg, unwinding it from his so she could let her thighs part, curls already damp with anticipation.

"What was that?" Dante murmured, giving her nipple a quick lick as his fingers skimmed over her clit.

"Hmmm?" Kathy asked, thoroughly distracted from whatever off-handed joke she'd been about to make.

Dante chuckled, stretching back up as the rest of his fingers found... the rest of her down there. "How do you want me?"

"Frequently," Kathy said, meeting him not with a kiss but a bite to his throat. "Hard and hungry for it." She bit down again. "I honestly don't know whether I want to beg or hear you do it."

Was that weird?

Dante groaned softly. "Mm," he said. "We can keep going till you make up your mind."

He pressed two fingers between her folds.

Kathy's groan was much louder and accompanied by a third bite, sucking hard on the skin already turning colors. Her hips canted upwards, welcoming his fingers.

"I wanna get your face wet..." she murmured.

"Kay," Dante sighed, resuming his trek down her body, dropping kisses along the way.

Kathy kept her nails on his back, letting them slide up as he worked his way down, leaving uneven white lines that shifted as he moved. And then when he was too far for her to reach anymore, she tangled her hands into his hair.

"Sometime, we're gonna have to get you to tell me what to do."

"Maybe when we got your toys in the room," Dante murmured.

Then he buried his face in her hair.

Maybe she should just stash another drawer under this bed, too.

"I do love--" Once again, she had to cut herself off with a gasp that turned into a loud cry. Her hands tightened in his hair, holding his face right where it was.

Dante would've laughed, but-- well.

He needed his mouth. His tongue, most importantly, to tease at her clit with rough strokes.

No, no, Dante's priorities were on point. Good call.

She let go of his hair with one hand to slide it down and spread her outer lips wide. She was bright pink there, flushed and drenched and begging for whatever attention he chose to lavish there. "Make me come," she whispered, panting. "Please."

Dante's dick was painfully hard against the mattress, but he ignored it. (For now, anyway, his hips making shallow motions against the bed.)

His tongue dove into her depths the moment she revealed them, lapping and exploring well-loved territory.

His hands gripped her thigh, pressing it further open, looking for more space to claim.

She liked his grip there, firm and strong, liked the feeling of the controlled power in his grasp. Liked knowing that at any moment he could drag her down and flip her over and do as he liked--but that he didn't, putting all of that strength and power into making her feel good, feel beautiful, feel cherished even if he might laugh if she ever worked up the courage to use that word with him.

She also liked the loud, wet noises he was making, the unbridled enthusiasm tempered with skill that he put into eating her our, drinking her down and, yes, getting his face wet as she'd asked.

Kathy's hips rocked to the rhythm his tongue had set, hiding a whimper behind a bitten lower lip but quickly losing the battle to stay quiet at all.

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