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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She didn't answer for a moment, busy running her tongue along his finger, letting it slide in and out of her mouth. "Well, I felt bad for your chances otherwise," she sassed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you chose to be stuck with me."

It was still early days, to a point, but fuck if Dante's dick didn't do a little jump at that.

Her mouth, that was. Not the sass coming out of it.

"Not really making things sound better for you."

Pfft, the sass coming out her mouth was super-hot, admit it.

"What, clearly I like challenges," she asked, her tongue following the lines in his palm. "I do like you after all."

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Dante asked.

He shifted, pressing oh-so-casually against her leg. Wasn't hard yet, but also clearly not as flaccid as he'd been a moment ago.

"'Cause I remember you begging for this, oh... a hundred times? More?"

Kathy's lips curled, ever so slightly, as she felt that pressure against her thigh. "I didn't say there weren't some benefits," she said, her tongue flicking between his index and middle fingers. "Enough to be worth begging for."

"Some."

Dante's hand slid up along her chest... over the slope of her breast... found her nipple, and pinched it.

Kathy arched her back, crying out, his hand dropping from her grip. "S-some," she stuttered, like her hips hadn't just bucked and her thighs weren't already rubbing together.

Dante laughed softly. "A week of pent-up sex, huh?" he asked, pressing a kiss against her neck. "Still your show, gorgeous. What d'you want?"

"Same answer as always," Kathy said, hands knotting in his hair and pulling him in for another searing kiss. "You."

"Doesn't narrow it down," Dante managed, some impossible span of heat and lips and-- yeah, waking up. "Mm. How about you say hi to me with this?"

He touched her mouth.

She caught his finger with her mouth again, though only briefly. Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip as she let him go. "I like that suggestion," she said, voice husky and bent over his lap, hair spilling over his hips and thighs.

This time, when her tongue darted out, it was for neither fingers nor tongue.

"Good," Dante sighed, his hand settling over the back of her head. "No one does head like you."

She could offer a reason why...or she could open her mouth and take him in all at once, right down to the root, lips wrapping around his shaft tight and wet.

If he was talking, she clearly wasn't sucking hard enough.

Good point.

Oh, fuck.

Dante let out a low moan, fingers tangling more firmly in her hair. "That's it."

Oh god she loved this. The way it felt as he slid between her lips and to the back of her throat. The taste of his skin and the little drops of liquid the beaded from the tip and she collected on her tongue. His hands in her hair, nice and tight, the way his thighs tensed under her hands as she moved over him. She moaned, too, giving herself over to it completely.

One hell of a way to get hard in the morning. Dante's hips moved gently into her heat, his nerves craving more as they woke.

One of these days, he'd have to snap a picture of this.

"Gorgeous."

Kathy flicked her eyes up, meeting his, not pausing an instant. It was hard to smile with her lips working as hard as they were, but she dropped a wink instead--at the same time she swallowed, taking him down into her throat proper.

"Gonna take a fucking picture," Dante groaned, his head dropping back against the bed.

She lifted a hand and waved as if to say Go ahead, tucking her hair behind an ear so he could get a better view. But she didn't stop, cheeks hollowing around him.

"Fuck," Dante mumbled, groping around the nightstand. Had he taken it out-- there.

He held up the phone with trembling hands.

Okay, she somehow managed to smirk a little. She didn't think she'd ever made Dante's hands tremble before.

Her nails dug into the skin of his thighs, leaving divots that turned white, then red. And when his dick wasn't far back in her mouth, she made noises, greedy little moans and yearning sighs, taking him harder and deeper, her hair brushing against his balls.

Taking a picture while getting head was hard. Someone really needed to look into that.

Dante managed, though. A nice, wide shot of Kathy's mouth full of dick. "Never gets old," he sighed.

Kathy finally pulled away, lips red and swollen. "That's for damn sure," she said, crawling into his lap for another kiss. She straddled him, letting his cock press right against her core. "You've got good ideas," she said against his throat before she bit down.

"Th-- fuck."

Beautiful pain shot up his body. He dropped the phone, gripping her hips and driving up into her.

He'd felt cold and lonely for those few seconds between her mouth and this.

Kathy whimpered, her nails biting into his shoulder, one or two actually breaking skin. And did the only logical thing: she bit him again.

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