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Declan's spent most of the day walking around the city because while it's not his London, it's London and he's missed it terribly. The streets are mostly the same as the ones he knows from home, at least, and it's nostalgic to wander around and know this was where James Watson had grown up and lived the most important years of his life. He misses James terribly when he's home because the UK Sanctuary is his home and wandering around and not seeing it in this version of London tugs at him a little.

He ends up at Kate's hut, or what was her hut, anyway, and waits just outside on the stoop for a bit to see if she'll come home. If not, he'll let himself in but he likes to respect her privacy. He's not really a fan of the Victorian clothes but he concedes to it since there's no other option and he's sporting a tweed suit and an overcoat that would have made James proud.

Besides, it's James' fault that he even knows how to tie a cravat to begin with. He'd have loved this.

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[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

Even with how she fucking falls under his mouth, just gives up to him with a ravaged whimper, Kate still hears kissing and not fucking. It stops her from making an immediate play for fabric below the beltline. Instead, she shifts carefully over his lap. An offer, very clear and very specific: yours, however you need me.

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Kissing in a lot of ways is a hell of a lot more intimate than sex. Sex with Kate is always raw and hot and exactly what he wants, yeah, but when he's feeling nostalgic and too damned British to be emotional, he needs this instead.

"I love you," he whispers against the smooth, soft skin of her jaw before moving his lips back to hers.

[girlsolo.livejournal.com]

Kate's body thrums with pent-up need that's not getting any more unpent (yeah, go on, tell her it's not a word) with kisses that unfold like thunderstorms rolling in. He's hard between her thighs and that's not helping either, but she's got a lot more willpower than she usually exercises. It, with her, is his for now, making her kisses sweeter, her hands more affectionate than greedy in his hair and on his shoulders.

She's only the said the words once. They're too powerful, to terrifying to use often. But he's also hers and he hurts and he needs her. So Kate presses her palm against his cheek and tells him quietly, but not with the secrecy of a whisper, "I know, babe. And I love you."

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"You don't always have to say it," Declan murmurs, brushing his hand back along her cheek. "But I needed it. You always seem to know."