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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 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.

Kate was panting too, still trying to keep kissing him though it was sloppy. Her hands were clawing erratically at his shoulders and even his upper back now, and her legs were clamped against his sides as mumbled words made their way out of her mouth. Love and affection and lust and his name and --

"Come with me."

Like everything she said at these kinds of times, it was barely an idea before it was words against his mouth. She far beyond rational thought, but on some level she still recognized he was close and she was close too, or maybe closer because she'd barely gotten that out of her mouth when she felt the orgasm starting up, raring to roll through her.

He didn't need anymore encouragement, not at all. He heard her words, felt her body reacting around him but all of that got pushed down when his own body took off. He thrust hard into her several times and then stayed there when his orgasm slashed through him.

He moaned against her mouth and squeezed his arm tight around her to keep himself upright and anchored. He didn't need to be falling over or anything like that. It pulsed through him, made him tingle and throb and shake a few times.

It felt good. It felt amazing.

It did. And Kate kept kissing him throughout all of that, through both their releases, making sure to keep that connection up for as long as she could.

It was only once the majority of the trembling and twitching had passed that she... really really seriously needed to take a moment to just slump a bit with her head against his shoulder, breathing harshly while she tried to catch her breath.

Slumping and trying to catch one's breath sounded like a very good idea. Bod was going to do that too. He rubbed her back some and couldn't keep the smile from appearing on his face even if she wouldn't see it.

"I...didn't expect that when I came to visit," he admitted with a quiet laugh.

Kate chuckled very faintly against his shoulder. "Nor did I," she told him. "That was... I don't even know where that came from."

"I don't either," he said and licked his lips to wet them and get some more focus back. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah. And my desk seems to have survived too." She even picked her head up to inspect the damange her nails had done, and saw a bunch of red streaks. "How are your shoulders feeling?"

"Mmm?" Bod straightened up some and glanced down at his shoulders. "Oh, they're quite all right. I'm sure that'll fade in a few hours but it felt really good when you did that."

Kate smirked at him, lazily. "Oh, I think I got that when you asked me to do it harder," she noted, moving to rest her forehead against his. "I'm glad it was good."

"It was good," he said, sighing and smiling. "So. Hawaii?"

"Hawaii," she confirmed with the slightest of nods and a little smile. "I was looking at cabin rentals."

"I think I'd like to go back with you," Bod said, nodding. "I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have last time and I think being with you would just...it would just make it better. We could do so many things together."

"That was the idea," Kate murmured, more than a little pleased. "That's exactly what I was thinking. Just... It'll just be more like it's supposed to be, this time."

"I would be pleased to accompany you to Hawaii," Bod said, smiling. "Making new memories is one of my favorite things to do."

[YOU ARE COMPLETELY INSANE.]

"And there'll be a hammock," Kate added. "I think we talked about that once. I'm drawn to the total laziness of that particular idea."

[But it's only a quarter to 5! I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD. ... ALSO I JUST BRUSHED MY TEETH AND AM GOING TO BED.]

"And we could cut ourselves off from the rest of the world and just be lazy and drink colorful drinks and swim and tan and sight see and do it all without any outside interference."

It sounded blissful to him. He even sighed and beamed at her. "It's an excellent idea."

[GOOD NIGHT CRAZY PERSON.]

"I think so too. I'm gonna keep going through options and eventually we'll make it a reality." A seriously blissful reality. She was going to make sure of that. But right now, she happened to glance down at herself, and snickered quietly. "I'm not wearing any pants."

But then he wasn't doing so well on the clothing front, either. And at least she still had her flannel shirt making her look halfway decent.

"I...am but they're not really doing me any good right now," he said, glancing down at the pants and boxers that had been pushed down his hips but not all the way off. "Wow, I look rather sordid."

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