House in Limbo City, Limbo City, Valentine's Day

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Last year, Dante had surprised them all but good with his Roseapalooza and decision to make breakfast. Kathy wasn't quite that crazy - that was reserved for Christmas, with minor bleedthrough for Thanksgiving - but she wasn't going to let this year go without a return volley.

Which meant baking. In a tiny red pinup apron over never-you-mind and heels definitely not intended for use in the kitchen, but still...baking. And, you know, a bit of tempering and molding chocolate, too. But by that afternoon, she had a two dozen roses for Dante and two dozen roses for Anders.

And a couple extra each for herself because she wasn't stupid thank you. She loved them, but the boys were bad at sharing.

Food, anyway.

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And Dante pulled back slowly, just a few inches, and then turned his head, biting at her thigh.

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Kathy moaned, trying to pull him back. "Dante..." Her voice was raw and needy.

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Dante chuckled, low in his throat, and pressed a filthy kiss against her clit.

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Kathy looked down at him, hair falling over her face. "Either you put your mouth back there or I'm pushing you down and fucking you on that chair," she told him, pointing at one of the kitchen chairs at random.

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"Not really a great threat," Dante teased softly. "Sure you don't wanna fuck me... right here?"

He pressed a finger against her entrance.

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Kathy pushed against him, trying to get that finger to go either up or in.

"I just wanna fuck you," she murmured, hands on her breasts. "Not really concerned where."

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Dante laughed, rising up from between her legs, instead. "Then I say here," he said, stretching against her, his hands finding their way onto the countertop.

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"I could be persuaded," Kathy said, the lie in that she would require any persuasion at all. She leaned in, kissed him, licking her essence from his lips.

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Dante positioned her just so on the counter that he could press close, one of his hands sliding down to--

And he pressed himself into her.