Antigua, Saturday Night

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Kathy's kotatsu had died an undignified death and the repair (something about proper voltage) was complicated enough to require several days of work. Faced with a girlfriend sad about the cold and, more importantly, faced with a girlfriend's frigid feet, Dante had made the executive decision that they needed a tropical vacation. Immediately. So last week, he'd basically shoved the entire household through a portal that opened to a small island in the Caribbean, complete with blue ocean, white sand, and an all-inclusive menu that contained more fruity booze cocktails than actual food items.

The week had been fun, in a lazy, let's-not-do-anything way, which had also had the side benefit of short-circuiting Kathy's "Christmas Crazy." She'd sprawled in the sun and read trashy novels and swam in the ocean and practiced her Spanish without a care. In fact, she'd lost track of the date until they were talking about returning home tomorrow and she realized that, oh shit, today was her birthday. (And also Dante's, but they didn't talk about that.)

A quick conversation with the resort, some handwavy phone calls to invite guests, and more fairy lights than a grown woman should really need and their little villa was turned into a tropical wonderland birthday party.

[Open! If you think you'd get a phone call (for either Kathy or Dante), you did! Dante modded with permission. No OCD]

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"You're my safe space," Kathy said, reaching for him.

...He was right, though.

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"And I'll be happy to come hide in your bed with you whenever you need me to," Dante said, smiling as he hugged her close.

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"That would be every night I wasn't in Anders'," Kathy said, kissing his cheek. "Thank you," she murmured.

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"Anything," Dante said softly. "You know that."

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"Dangerous thing to say to me," Kathy mumbled. "Might end up taking you up on that sometime."

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"Oh no," Dante said, smiling. "What the fuck will I do?"

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You know, when he put it like that, she almost thought that possibility wasn't as big a deal as she'd always worried.

"That's how we end up with more kimchi fridges, you know."

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"Just make sure I still have a place to sleep in and it's fine," Dante said, grinning.

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"Anywhere I am, there's always a place for you," Kathy murmured. "Sleep or otherwise."

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Dante smiled.

Leaned in.

Kissed her.

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Kathy kissed him back, drawing it out, her hands sliding up under his shirt of their own accord. "You wanna go back inside, celebrate my birthday proper?"

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"Yeah," Dante said, smiling down at her. "Let's get back to our party."

He wasn't going to say 'our birthday'.

But our party, maybe.

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Kathy would take it, or so the brilliant smile she flashed him said.

"Let's go ambush Anders," she said, twining her fingers with his. "We'll do body shots off him or something."

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Dante snickered. "Gotta get him drunker first, I think," he said, giving her hand a squeeze.

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"Okay, so what I'm hearing is that we're doing body shots off you till he's drunk enough to agree?" Kathy asked, tugging him towards their bungalow.

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"Fantastic fucking idea," Dante said, grinning. "Now that's a party worth having."

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"And what about me?" Kathy asked, batting her eyes at him.

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"We can also do body shots off you?" Dante said, grinning.

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"Too derivative at this point," Kathy decided. "We'll have to do something else with my body for fun."

Though they did still have those chunks of rum-infused pineapple. Hmmm.

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"Something with your body and drinks?" Dante mused. "Or can we go broader than that?"

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"Absolutely broader," Kathy assured him. "Why limit ourselves?"