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Room 324, Sunday Afternoon

After some time spent in the crazy pony-filled common room, Kate retreated back into her own quarters to hang out. Apart from putting her ring on, she hadn't gotten any further dressed than she had been for breakfast. The shorts and flannel shirt combo was comfortable, and considering there were ponies running around, people could just deal with her legs if they happened to wander on by.

Wasn't like the ponies were wearing any clothes. She was trying not to think about that.

And she was pretty successful in that endeavor. After all, most of her focus was going into looking at stuff on her laptop. Namely, trying to find out what people were paying for barely used Vespas, and looking at holiday destinations where you might find a place to hang a hammock.

No reason, really.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: Heading NWS.]

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Bod was pretty sure he knew what she was talking about now. He didn't want to say anything for the moment, leaning into snag another, longer kiss from her.

"You saw me?" he questioned, deciding just to make sure he knew what her secret was. "What was I doing?"

"Acting happy," Kate mumbled, nipping at his lower lip. She caught it a little more sharply a couple of times, but not sharp enough to hurt. "Enjoying yourself. And I fumed with my jealousy."

Yeah, she couldn't have been any more obvious about which place she was talking about.

"I wasn't happy," Bod assured her, leaning in to kiss her a little harder this time, a little roughly. "I wasn't enjoying myself. I was...going through the motions. Hawaii. You're talking about Hawaii."

"Hawaii," Kate breathed in agreement. She had no objections to the roughness of the kiss; in fact she was responding with a matched eagerness, and her fingers were curling into his hair, tugging on strands. "You looked happy."

Which wasn't an accusation, just a statement, even if it had been something that had made her feel worse.

"I was lonely," Bod explained, trying to back her against her desk while he kissed her in between words. "I was lonely and I wanted someone I couldn't have."

"Sounds familiar," Kate mumbled, without any hint of wryness or anything because something needed to give in this situation. She let herself be steered backwards until the backs of her thighs were pressed against the edge of the desk. "I was lonely. I was jealous."

And she was realizing now (fuzzily, distracted by everything) that she could barely remember thinking about Zach on the entire trip.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, encouraging her to actually hop up on her desk so he could get closer to her body and to her. He bit at her lower lip, licking the skin with his tongue and diving into another rough kiss. "I didn't know I was making you jealous."

"You were," Kate replied, breaking the kiss for those words and for hopping up onto the desk. It really wasn't long at all before she was pulling him close again, bare legs parted to leave him room to do that. "So fucking jealous."

"I was jealous too," Bod countered, stepping closer to her and pushing his hips into hers when he did. He wanted to be close to her right now so much. "Not in Hawaii but later. I was so jealous."

He stopped talking to kiss her again, dipping his fingers down inside the waistband of her shorts and sighing. "I thought you'd moved on and I hadn't and I was jealous and sad."

Kate made a strangled little noise when she felt his fingers on her skin. "I never moved on." She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing them behind him. One of her hands was still at the back of his neck, the other near his shoulder, and she was still kissing him, roughly, in between words. "In Hawaii, I only thought about you. I never moved on."

"You were with someone else," he reminded her not maliciously but curiously. He wasn't really in tune with how some human emotions and behaviors worked.

There were other emotions that he knew about though. Lust and desire was a big one and if she was going to make those kinds of noises when he touched her, he was going to try and get her shorts down a little more because there was skin under there that he wanted right now.

He snagged another kiss, matching eagerness and roughness with her easily because he was turned on and wanted her badly.

"He was a rebound guy," Kate replied, breathless. "Pointless, useless." She reached for his shirt, started tugging it upwards. He wanted skin, she wanted skin too. "I was pretending as hard as I could." She caught his lips for yet another harsh kiss, bit down on his lip fo a moment. "But I wanted you."

She still wanted him. Badly.

Bod stopped pulling on her shorts to lift his arms so she could get his t-shirt up and off of him. That meant letting her go and not kissing her but he'd get back to that shortly.

"I was jealous of him," he breathed, reaching for another kiss. He hadn't wanted to be Zach but he'd wanted to be in Zach's position. His hands went back to her shorts, trying to pull them all the way off. "It should have been me there."

"It should have been you there," Kate agreed. Her hands, having disposed of his shirt, went to the edge of the desk on either side of her, so she could push her hips off the desk just far enough for him to pull her shorts off. And still trying to keep on kissing him, like an obsession, an addiction. "It should've been you all the time."

"It should have been me," he agreed, stepping back to pull her shorts down and off before stepping back up to her. "Right here?"

It almost wasn't a question but he couldn't completely lose that innocence even during a conversation like this.

Kate had ways other than words to answer that question, which was good because she seemed to think that question merited a kiss. Everything he did seemed to merit one, though. She was just that easy right now, even if there was nothing particularly easy about the kiss.

As for the answer, her hands went to get his pants undone. "Top drawer," she mumbled, in reply to the inevitable next question. If she told him before he asked, things would go faster.

One of Bod's hands scrabbled down to the drawer while she went for his pants. He didn't think he'd find a condom on the first go but he hoped it wouldn't take too long because he was turned on and tingling and hot for her.

"Thank you," he said without thinking, catching a condom between his fingers and bringing it back up. "I love you. I love you."

Kate was already pushing his pants and his boxers down. She could be very efficient when she wanted to be, even if it took effort when her mind was already clouded. She was successful, though, in removing his clothes just the sufficient amount.

"Love you too."

Bod ripped the condom open and put it on before he stepped closer and lined himself up with her. He wanted to kiss her once more before he was inside her so that's what he was doing now, kissing her and teasing himself.

Luckily for them both, he wasn't going to tease long. He was still kissing when he guided himself inside her, hips twitching and thrusting to get deeper and deeper before he was buried to the hilt and surrounded by heat and slickness.

There really was no shortage of either, because Kate had been quick to get turned on. Very much so. And judging from what she was feeling inside herself right now, she hadn't been the only one.

She moaned against his mouth once he'd pushed into her, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist as if of their own accord. She was still kissing him. Probably intended to keep on doing that, too.

She wasn't going to find him trying to stop those kisses either. He figured it'd be a good way to muffle his moans if anything. The fact that kissing her just turned him on more was a benefit he really did love.

He just stayed still inside her for a second or two before he pulled out and thrust back in hard, not intending to move the desk but jarring it anyway. That probably would happen a lot and considering his speed and rhythm was quickening, it was going to happen a lot and soon.

Kate was already taking full advantage of the kissing's muffling effect. She couldn't help it, being loud was in her nature and being as hot for him as she was just meant she was going to be noisy from the start, moaning against his mouth.

Her hands were on his shoulders, and she scratched her nails down one of them, spurring him on even when he really didn't seem to need any encouragement.

The desk could just deal with it.

"Harder," Bod mumbled, lips pressed against hers, words pressed into her skin. "Scratch me harder. Please."

Again, the innocence was still there even when he was thrusting into her about as hard as he could, uncaring about breaking the desk or marking the wall or anything else. He just wanted to be inside her and he wanted to be deep.

That was a request Kate could easily fulfill, and it was no surprise really, considering this whole thing seemed to have escalated from a brief moment of possessiveness on her part. Leaving marks played to that same urge of hers. She scratched her nails down both his shoulders now, one after the other so there was continuously something to feel, making sure to press down hard enough to leave red marks behind. And she did it again, and again.

All the while gasping and moaning at each thrust, trying to hold on for as long as she could even though she felt like this might be a quick one just because she was just feeling that sensitive to him.

It was definitely going to be a quick one for Bod. He could already feel things spinning out of control and with the added sensation of her nails leaving marks, he felt that even more so.

His breathing was ragged and rough, hips driving into as forcefully as he dared. There were signs he was close all over from the tightening of one of his arms around her, the erratic nature of each deep thrust and his panting, breathless breathing.

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