33 Apocalypse Ave (and eventually to Limbo City), Friday Afternoon

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Last week, Kathy had been an utter lump, eating ice cream and playing sad music and watching a lot of TV while she got used to life without the guys. This week wasn't actually much easier, but Kathy's tolerance for her own moping had run out and left her needing to do something that wasn't just dwell.

Fortunately, it wasn't like she was lacking in options. With the guys gone and Raven spending most of her time out in the woods, the house was just too big and full of memories. So she was moving back to the apartment above Luke's - along with Raven, at least nominally - and this week she'd really gotten her ass in gear when it came to packing. Most of the upstairs was packed, even if those boxes were still mostly stacked downstairs, and now she was just cleaning out their old rooms of the detritus the always seemed to accumulate under furniture and in corners.

Like this old credit card bill of Dante's from...April of 2017. Kathy snorted and rolled her eyes, preparing to toss it into the bin that was half-full of junk when she noticed that one of the items on there was in Hangul. Wait. Had Dante been learning stuff in Korean?

Wait. 김치 크림 파이. Was that a-- Kathy grabbed her phone and did a quick search and yep. It was pretty much exactly the kind of website she'd been expecting with a name like that. Definitely didn't have to do with desserts, that was for damn sure.

"Oh." She wasn't entirely sure what to make of it, especially since that was back when everything had still been really...rough...between them. They'd been friends, in a tentative kind of manner, but no more. So then why...?

"Hi, Portalocity? I've got a portal scheduled to Limbo City for later on this evening, but I was wondering, could I bump it up to earlier than that? Something this afternoon would be good, yeah."

[Open for calls, texts, and visitors before she goes, and LC folks afterwards!]

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And there went sweet and soft and dreamy. Kathy hissed, whole body tensing - including her nails, which dug into his upper arms in surprise.

He didn't dominate the next kiss. Kathy didn't let him have the chance.

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Dante surprised himself by moaning into that kiss, caught by surprise in the most delicious way.

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It had been almost a year of Dante being loud and it still managed to send a shiver up her spine and an extra splash of wetness between her thighs.

"You started it," she informed him, whispering in his ear. And then nipped the lobe.

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"Didn't say I had a problem with it," Dante sighed. He found her other leg and pushed it up, too.

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Oh god she was so ready for him. "Just making sure you knew," she said, hands cupping her breasts to improve the view.

And, okay, because she just liked playing with her breasts.

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Dante sighed, rubbing himself against her, over but not in.

Fuck her for teaching him teasing could be fun.

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Fuck her indeed. Kathy gave a noise of needy frustration, fruitlessly arching her hips up to him in an attempt to get him in.

"Dante," she hissed, nails sharp in his arms. "Fuck!"

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Dante laughed, his chest rumbling. "'s that an order?"

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"Yes, you goddamn closet masochist," Kathy said, surging up to bite his lip. "Oh my god, fuck me already, you ass, I need you inside me."

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"Yes, ma'am," Dante teased, and gripped her hip for leverage.

He pressed himself against her entrance, ever so slowly.

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Kathy wrapped her legs around him, greedily reaching for him, needing to touch. "Are you really going to keep dragging this out?" she asked, hips angling to take him deeper.

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"Never thought I'd hear you complain about that," Dante teased, and slid home an awful lot quicker. Fuck.

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"And later I'll--" Kathy cried out at that sudden, fast thrust, her whole body shifting under him. She was lax and slick and so ready and he bottomed out in instants. "Ohgodyes," she gasped all at once.

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"Better?" Dante groaned. He didn't give himself much time to enjoy having her wrapped all around him: his hips wanted to move. And fast.

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"You really need to ask?" Kathy whimpered, tight around him on every withdraw.

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Dante laughed, shallow this time. "No," he said, and pressed home, and kissed her, and let all of her wrap all around him.

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"Just wanted me to stroke your ego?"

Hell yes she shifted against him on that 'stroke.' That was exactly the kind of person she was.

Also it felt so fuckin' good.

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Don't make Dante giggle while he fucked you, Kathy. Though he managed to keep it in, leaving it for the grin that spread across his face.

"It's always better if someone's stroking something," he said, running his hand over her breast before he pinched her nipple.

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But getting Dante to laugh was always a good thing, even when he was dick-deep inside her.

She bucked against him, biting his bicep. "I'm always up for some mutual stroking," she said shakily, when she could actually speak again.

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"Maybe later," Dante managed, dragging his fingers down her belly as he upped the pace.

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"Well yeah," Kathy said, moving in tandem with him, giving way with every push, clinging tight with every withdraw. "I was thinking your hands could stroke me, and my ass could be stroking you."

From the inside. Because he should come in all her holes, dammit.

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"Wanna check all of 'em off in one day, huh," Dante managed. It was getting increasingly hard to think, pleasure blossoming through his abdomen on every thrust. "Poor Anders is gonna come home to a mess..."

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"He can help us make a bigger one," Kathy said, eyes sliding shut. It was taking far too much concentration to keep them open right now with the way heat was spiraling through her. "It's been a week.."

So clearly she had to make up for five days of missing them in three.

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"Hopin' to take something home?" Dante pressed his face into her neck, making the executive decision to stop talking.

The snap of his hips was punctuation enough for both of them.

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"You..." she murmured, then sighed, her head tilting back against the mattress. It was unclear if it was meant to be an answer to his question or a comment that just didn't make it.

Her legs tightened around his waist and she ground against him, movements harsh with need. Her breath caught in her throat on every inhale and got dragged out in a shuddering groan with every exhale. With only moments left before she lost all control, her nails created burning lines of red down the length of Dante's back.