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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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.

And, in a complete turn of events, Kathy for once wasn't thinking about about her thoughts and feelings. She was warm and tired and comfortable and sated and, for the time being, entirely content to be who and where she was. In this place and in this time, it was entirely okay to be Kathy.

She still hadn't fully made peace with her feelings, but they were peaceful enough that she felt no need to wonder about them.

"How do you feel about... She drew out the question for a moment. "Food?"

"I love food," Dante muttered, all the fondness in the world in his voice.

For food, mind you.

"So much yes."

Obviously for food. They'd had a lot of sex recently and if the superball was half-starved, so was the Nephilim, most likely.

"I'm thinking a stupid amount of Chinese food," Kathy said, sounding a little dreamy. "...Or, you know. Pizza."

Considering who she was talking to and all.

"Pizza," Dante agreed.

He groped haphazardly for his phone, then pushed it into Kathy's hands.

Except the picture of her sucking Dante off was still up and so Kathy had to take a moment to look at that instead of calling.

"Oh," she said, flushing a little at how raw and wanton she was in that image. "So, uhh, that's what it looks like."

"Mm, yeah," Dante said, peeking over there. "Fuck, you're hot."

"I look like I miiiight be into it," Kathy said with a smirk, staring a few moments longer before finally swiping the picture away to get to his contacts.

Several pizza orders later and she was passing the phone back over to him, picture once again on the screen. "You should make that your background," she teased.

"Maybe I will," Dante sighed happily, flicking back to the picture. "'Course then I'd wanna come right back here every time I used my phone."

"Where's the problem in that, exactly?" Kathy asked, shifting close to him again. "Especially if I'm going to be spread over a pillow with my skirt shoved over my ass."

"Sometimes I might wanna do other shit?" Dante offered, grinning at her.

"Like what?" Kathy asked, waving that away as nonsense. "Pizza can be delivered, we have plenty of booze, and Anders and your guitar both fit very nicely in your room anyway."

"Working on my band?" Dante offered, a little sing-song in his voice.

"Ohhhhh?" Kathy asked, eyebrows shooting up. She rolled over onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands and looked at him with real interest. "Have you decided to look into forming one? For real?"

"There's this newbie called Breq who wants to learn the bass," Dante said. "You should meet her sometime."

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