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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Dante slid an arm around her for leverage, rocking up into her harder. The pleasure of it formed a perfect counterpoint to the sting in his neck.

"Fuckin' animal," he joked, voice ragged.

"You're just lucky I was wet enough to take it," Kathy breathed harshly in his ear, squeezing tight around him. "Fuckin' soaked and ready for you."

"Try and keep you that way," Dante sighed, hips picking up a rhythm. "Full sex hobo, one step at a time."

"Well, what's stopping you from ever pushing me over and shoving my panties out of the way?" Kathy asked, her breasts bouncing just about at mouth-level. "Or waiting for me to get out of the shower just so you can push me right back in and get me all dirty all over again."

Whatever stupid objections Kathy'd had to being a sex hobo in the past had more than gone; now she was just waiting for opportunities.

Dante grinned, pressing an ironic kiss between her breasts. "Still think we should just put you over a pillow in the bedroom and make you stay there all day."

Kathy made a low noise of needy acceptance, speeding up in his lap. "And you both could just fuck me whenever you wanted, however you wanted, wherever you wanted..." she groaned. "And I'd just have to stay there, ass in the air, waiting for it..."

Hnngh.

"Maybe I'll watch while Anders does it to you," Dante sighed, and bit the tender skin of her breast.

Kathy squealed as his teeth bit down, clenching tightly around him in response. "You like that?" she asked, offering up her other breast for the same harsh treatment. "Watching him give it to me? Nice and slow, you think, or f-fast and hard?"

"Starting nice and slow," Dante said. He nuzzled her skin before he bit down again. "He's got a nice dick."

Kathy could only nod, biting down on her already-sensitive lower lip. Before, it had just hurt, now the pain added an extra zing to everything else. Her nipples were stiff, dragging against his skin with every bounce as she hurtled towards the onrushing completion.

"Fuck," Dante groaned. "Gonna say hi to him like that later..."

He gripped her tighter, rocking up hard into that wet heat. "Me'n you..."

His lips found her nipple.

Kathy had the perfect idea. After resting for a little while longer and maybe grabbing something to eat, they'd go find Anders. They'd drag him back to a room and Kathy would go down on him, nice and slow, while he opened Dante up. Then he'd bend Dante over, who'd go down on Kathy at the same time, and the three of them would end up sweaty and exhausted and collapse in the bed together.

Relaying this plan turned out to be harder than anticipated, however, with Kathy clinging to Dante and begging, "Don't stop, please, don't stop!" at the top of her lungs instead.

That was fine. Dante wasn't really in the mood to think about much besides not stopping anyway.

He let out a breathless chuckle-moan against her breast, and let his lips and tongue work her nipple with increasingly unfocused devotion.

His head was swimming with it.

Almost.

And then Kathy was going off in his arms, her keening cry sharp in his ear. Her whole body tensed, taking one long moment to go as tight and taut as possible, and then her whole body jittered, like she'd touched a live wire and went slack. Words spilled from her mouth; sentimental, maudlin, and bullshit she'd claim if she had any idea what she was saying, sweet filthy nothings while she raced through the stratosphere.

Oh god, she was clenching all around him. It was fantastic; it was too much; it was gorgeous fucking agony and Dante clung to her as she came, her final moments in the moment setting him off next.

Not quite on cue.

But close, groaning against her chest, pumping into her.

She could forgive him the missed timing; he was still spilling deep inside her, his groan of completion music in her ears. She was a shuddering wreck in his arms, clinging to him with weak limbs, happy to just feel him come within and around her. From time to time she'd press tired, sloppy kisses against his skin and call it good enough.

"Fuck," Dante breathed, his tone much different now than the last time he'd managed that word.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed his face against her neck. "So glad you're back."

"Thanks for coming to get me," Kathy murmured, stroking his hair.

This time. LA. Shit, the fire a million years ago. All the times he'd come for her leading up to this, to them, to now.

"Every time," Dante murmured, pressing a kiss against her neck.

"I know," Kathy said, really believing it, quite possibly for the first time. She still didn't quite understand it, but she believed he would. A finger drifted over to her newest tattoo, pressing against the star right under her heart. "Wherever you are, there's home."

Dante's fingers played over her sides, half-tickling in some attempt to add some levity.

Kathy was too worn out to do more than ineffectually flail in the direction of his hands. "Dammit, Dante," she groused, "you could fuck up a wet dream sometimes, I swear."

Though probably for the best in this instance.

Dante let out a soft laugh, nudging her off of him to make things comfortable for both of them. "Aw, c'mon."

Kathy slid off his lap and onto his bed in a little puddle of girl. "Meant it," she informed him, cuddling up against his side.

He wanted to tickle, he could handle getting snuggled.

"Meant it too," Dante said, and for once, slid his arm around her, tucking his face into her neck.

She could cuddle. It was okay.

He'd be here and be relieved she was back, and mildly quizzical about how much he'd missed her.

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