bonfire night

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Declan looks around to see if there's anyone close and, realizing there's no impressionable children in their direct earshot, he tips his head down to whisper into her hair. Bloody hell, her shampoo smells amazing and considering it's just island standard, he suspects it's got more to do with it being Kate than any particular product.

"If you'd let me, I'd have those legs of yours wrapped 'round me while I fucked you right out in the water with the tide coming in. It's all I can do to keep from shoving you up against every available surface on this bloody rock."

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The part of Kate that usually shies from this crap reaches for something crass to say to urge him on. But there's this other part of her - new and unfamiliar and she's so not sure how she feels about it - that really likes him being slow with her. Taking his time and 'loving' her.

"So seduce me," she murmurs and tilts her head to offer her throat, but doesn't stop with unzipping his jeans. He can do anything he wants. As long as she gets skin.

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Declan takes what she's offering, lips ghosting down her throat, and threads his fingers deep into her hair. She is beautiful but he doesn't say it again, doesn't want to make her bolt on him.

His hands slide under her shirt, spanning across her lower back.

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Even though she's had her hands on him already tonight and his balls are probably turning blue, Kate follows his cues. Works under him, in a way. If she'd rather be doing that with a little more aggression and a little less worship, it's still hot as fuck to trust him enough to let him lead.

A long, slow shiver rolls up her spine, and instead of fishing for dick, she uses his open jeans to get her hands under his shirt, mirroring, and pushes them up his chest.

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"Love when you have your hands on me," Declan says, pushing her shirt up slightly. He's asking if he can take it off with the tilt of his head and the movement of his hands and he likes how they are when they're not verbal. Words just muck it up.

When they're like this, though, and it's just his mouth on hers and their hands across one another's skin, it's perfect and he doesn't say the wrong thing.

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A smile flickers just at the corners of her mouth in response. They're better without words, even if a lot of really fucking hot words are what got them here tonight. And one hard-to-give promise.

She flips her hand and drags the back of her knuckles down his six-pack into the open v of his jeans to say she loves having her hands on him, then lifts her arms over her head, slow and sexy, to let him take her shirt.

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Declan slides her shirt off slowly and lowers his mouth to her breasts, laying kisses along the edge of her bra and in her cleavage. He's more about her legs and her ass than breasts, true, but he wants to love her from head to toe.

He loves touching her. More than that, he wants her to know it's more than burying his cock in her.

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With a shuddery sigh, Kate feathers her fingers through the short, but really super soft ends of his hair. He's way too sweet to her. It's a long way for him to lean down, is her first thought. It'd be easier if she climbed him like a tree is her second. Or they could just get in bed.

Hard to think, hard to choose with his mouth on her like that. She pushes at him a little to lift off his shirt, finally, instinct telling her getting clothes off before they're horizontal is a good thing.

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Declan lifts his head and helps her get his shirt off before sliding his hands down to her hips and ass and lifts her, hoping she'll wrap her legs around his waist.

It doesn't do much to help get them naked, no, but he loves holding her like this.

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Heat flashes over her, arms and face and chest, when he lifts her. Wrapping her legs around him's automatic. She loves it, loves being eye to eye with nothing but him supporting her. It's...yeah, kind of fucked up but she likes it, knowing he's got this.

As soon as he's balanced, she threads one hand into his hair and drags her mouth over his neck. She's mirroring, but where he was tender, she's just greedy for the taste of his heat and his skin.

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He's hungry too, actually, and as she kisses him, he works his hand around to start unhooking her bra. She's always a tiger in bed with him and even though he wants tender, he's glad that's still holding true.

"Bed, now?"

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"Please." It's not really a question but her voice rises like it is. Her skin aches, feverish, her vision's blurring down, and Kate's having a really hard time thinking. If she didn't know Declan would never slip her anything and know he'd never have sex with her if he thought she wasn't herself, Kate would suspect party drugs.

That jars her into slightly clearer thought. Her faith in him. Trusting someone that much is just stupid. But trusting Declan that much just...is.

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"Can't say no to a girl like you," Declan teases quietly. It's not much to set her on the bed and while he's handled the bra already, she's still wearing jeans. He pops the button and pauses, thumb brushing just under her navel.

"Okay?"

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"Yeah," she answers, breathy already. His hands are warm but they feel cool against her skin. They feel like relief against her skin too, like aloe on a burn.

Her fingertips trace the definition of his forearm and Kate bites her lip. She tries for teasing and falls short somewhere around possessive as hell. "Better not be any more girls. Like me or not."

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"No others," Declan promises, leaning in and giving her a kiss that's just this shy of bruising. He's possessive too, when it comes to her, and while he never wants to be rough the way that other bloke was, he wants her to know who she's been with when she's been with him.

He wants her to feel it long after she's left and, more than that, wants her coming back for more.

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Yeah, maybe it'd be practical for her to let him get her jeans all the way off, but that kiss grabs her and shakes her. Fuck. She swallows a whimper rising in her throat and wraps her legs around his hips instead, hauling him down. They can wrestle their jeans from here.

"Keep kissing me like that and I'll forget anyone else exists," Kate teases but it's the truest kind of lie.

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"Kind of the point, Katie," Declan says lowly, a hint of bite in his tone. "Nobody else. Not when you can have me."

He kisses her again, teeth catching her lower lip. It's messy, hot and raw but he doesn't want it any other way, not now.

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"Want you." Her hands dip into his jeans pockets and shove for emphasis. It's not like the point needs punctuation with her voice sounding like smoke and tequila. Or with how wet and hot she is. No way he doesn't feel it, even through two sets of jeans, with how her hips keep grinding and rolling against his. "Want you now, Declan."

He can go slow if he wants. She doesn't care. As long as it's hard and it's him, it's what she needs.

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"Get these off me, then," Declan says, jerking his chin down to indicate his jeans. His first, then hers, then it'll be all he can do to keep from burying himself in her. It's the point, yes, but he did sort of want to go slow and hot, wet and hard sort of contradicts that.

Maybe he just wants her, any way he can get her.

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Kate gives up a "Yeah," that's just shy of both yes, sir and fuck yeah somehow at the same time. She shoves him off her to the side, then to his back and tugs his jeans down over that fine ass of his, taking his shorts with.

It takes a little longer than she wants to get them and his socks and his boots off. Long enough that she growls and leans in to suck the sheen of precum off the head of his dick, before she kneels up to shove off her own.

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"Careful, love, you know I'm weak for that pretty mouth of yours," Declan teases, pushing her back to the bed and covering her once she's got her own jeans dealt with. This has been what he's been after and now that he has it, everything slows down a touch.

His cock's hard against against her thigh but his kisses are somewhat softer against her lips and neck.

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"You can have it later, and I can suck you clean from fucking me," Kate purrs, filthy with how much she wants him. God.

Her fingers curl into his shoulders until her fingernails bite into skin, then her legs lift to wrap around his hips. She wants him now, but she'll wait. It's just, she needs to feel him over and against her. Her skin aches with how much she needs to be touched.

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"You are filthy, Katie," Declan says, soft and amused. He's more than all right with it, though, and tips his hips so he's pressing at her without actually sliding in yet.

"Ready or do you need more before I...?"

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"Babe, if I were more ready we'd be swimming instead of fucking," she whines, lifting her hips up to him. Offering. Begging. Sometimes it pisses her off she rolls so easy for him, but she can make him work for it later. Now she just...

"I need you." That's soft and more honest than she ever is. Even with him. She needs him. She's too open, too vulnerable, too exposed. She can't protect herself, so he's got to.

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"I'm never, ever going to hurt you," Declan promises, sliding into her to settle deep. "And that means asking even if I can assume you're all right with it. I'm always going to ask."

Christ, he loves her, and if he wasn't so scared she'd bolt, he'd tell her over and over again. Now that he's admitted it the once, it's hard not to say it again.

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Kate up and fucking keens for him sliding into her, the high whine all but blocking out his words. Her abs tighten so hard they cramp and it's like...nothing she's ever had.

She falls back, arms scrabbling overhead, not to hold a non-existent headboard but to expand her chest so she can breathe. It's too much, too good, he's too good, more than she deserves...

"I know, I know," she whispers when her arms come back down to hang onto him. It might be too much too good more than she deserves, but she's not letting go. Not if he wants her. He's hers. After a beat, she adds a quiet, "Thanks, babe."