Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

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

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"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.

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

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"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.

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

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

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

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"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?

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

He pressed two fingers between her folds.

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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.

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

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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."

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

Then he buried his face in her hair.

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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.

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Dante would've laughed, but-- well.

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

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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."

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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.

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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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Good. She shouldn't be quiet. He wanted to hear her moan.

Dante kept it up with gusto, lapping between her folds, dragging his tongue up roughly over the nub of her apex. He always dug this: her taste, the way she moved, the wetness against his mouth.

Mm.

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It started with a sigh, followed by a long, shaky inhale. The she slid her legs up over his shoulders, her thighs framing his face and she just let go, unable to keep still or silent. Every swipe of his tongue earned him a moan, every movement of his lips, a cry. She trembled under his mouth and, noises building up to a crescendo as she came undone.

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Dante held onto her the whole way, burying his face against her thigh as she came.

And listened.

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Eventually, she tapered off to small sighs and happy murmurings as Kathy came back to herself, body still quivering on the bed. Funny how much she'd needed that; she felt like she'd shed much of her residual fear and stress at the same time, a full-body reset.

"Dante..." she whispered, unable to summon up anything beyond his name to try to convey the depth of her feelings at the moment.

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Dante stretched up, pressing a kiss to her cheek (and something else to her leg, though not on purpose). "Hey, gorgeous."

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"Hi," Kathy said, smiling up at him. She tilted her neck, inviting him to kiss it. Or bite. Or even nuzzle. At the same time, her hand inched down to caress that prodding heat against her thigh, wrapping damn fingers around it.

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Dante sighed at the touch of her fingers, taking her invitation with pleasure. He pressed little kisses against her neck.

"So fucking pretty."