vanillajello | Overland Park, KS, Tuesday Afternoon (Late July)

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Overland Park, KS, Tuesday Afternoon (Late July)

"Woah, what's with the bouncing, princess?" Charmaine asked, looking up from her work on some new tiaras, as Kate came down the stairs seemingly exuding far more energy than she'd exhibited going up them some time earlier.

"Oh, nothing," Kate replied, mock coyly. The grinning probably ruined the effect, but she cared not. "Hey, Mom's still coming to pick you up for that doctor thing?"

"Unless she's turned into someone else, yes," her aunt replied. "Why?"

Yeah, Kate was still grinning. "No reason." Again, it wasn't really believable. She bounced her way to the kitchen.

Charmaine shook her head and went back to her glue and sequins. "Whatever you say, Katie."

[ooc: NFB. For the booooy.]

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Kate's breath caught in her throat, just for a second. "I know that," she sighed. It was a quiet sound, though she knew she'd get much, much louder before he'd be through with her. "You like it when I'm naked."

"Indeed," he said and kept just one finger inside her though he pushed it a bit deeper. Lips against hers, he smiled again. "I love it when you're naked. It means I can do things like this."

And that finger wiggled.

Kate moaned against his mouth, one hand splaying against the wall beside her for added support. "Yeah," she said, with a smile that was only a bit unsteady. "You're... very good at things like this."

"Mmm, why thank you," he said and decided to reward her by pushing another long finger inside her. "I wouldn't want the Magic Fingers moniker to be one given ironically."

He slid those two fingers out of her before pushing them slowly back in. And that smile of his stayed wide and almost devious.

"You look evil," she remarked, after a long, deep breath that just seemed to make her feel his fingers more intensely. She was getting wetter and wetter around them, she could feel it. "Magic Fingers."

"Evil?" Bod tsked her lightly and started moving his fingers in and out of her a little quicker and a little deeper with each push.

On a whim, he even added a third finger during one push into her and tried to stretch her a little more than he had been. His eyes never left hers though.

"I'm not evil."

Kate didn't immediately answer, too busy choking on air for a little bit there. The hand she wasn't using to keep herself secure and upright against the wall came up to his shoulder, grasping it pretty tightly.

"Y-yes you are."

And she was probably going to have to stop talking here soon.

At least he hadn't tried to get her to name state capitals? She was lucky there.

"I'm not evil," he argued, shaking his head and pressing his thumb down suddenly on the small area of sensitivity right above where his fingers were moving in and out of her. "This isn't evil. This is amazing."

He was right, of course, and she would've said s much, except there was that white-hot flas of pleasure and her hips twitched off the wall and against his hand.

"Oh God."

Well, she said that, but it wasn't exactly a conscious decision.

Bod rubbed his thumb back and forth against her, really quite liking when she started writhing against his hand like she was. The fingers that had been thrusting in and out of her didn't stop either. He found he could do both and he wanted to do both.

"See?" he said, smiling again. "I'm not evil. This can't feel evil, can it?"

Yeah, Kate was so not going to get any kind of coherent answer out for that question, so she wasn't even going to try. She could just... pant and moan. Yeah, those. She didn't really have much of a choice.

Her eyes were shut tightly now, and her red (but lipstickless) lips were parted so she could keep gasping for air and letting out noises that she couldn't have let slip if they hadn't been all alone in the house.

Bod probably wouldn't have been doing this in the hallway of her aunt's house if they'd had company. hat would have just been asking for trouble.

Bod's smile turned into more of a smirk when she pretty much lost the ability to talk. That sort of thing turned him on more than she knew. He pushed his fingers in as deep as he dared and gave them a wiggle before withdrawing and concentrating most of his efforts on the small area of sensitivity that his thumb had been against. He pushed down and rubbed across it and even licked at her lips just to give her something else to feel.

While ensuring she wasn't going to be talking for a few more moments. Yes, Kate knew his game. He was amazing, and she felt amazing, and she knew she'd feel even more amazing in just a short moment. her body ws alaready thrumming with it, and right now she might not have heard it if someone had come in.

She couldn't exactly tell him to keep doing what he was doing in so many words, but she could keep pushing her hips against his hand, so damn greedy for him to take her over the edge.

Bod could tell that she was getting closer and closer by the way she moved and the way she breathed. He pressed the heel of his palm hard against her which meant he could push his fingers just a bit deeper and could make the strokes of his fingers a little more shallow and sharper.

He licked her lips again, smiling deviously again from that short distance away and pressing down hard with his thumb. He held it there and pressed again and held it.

It was all too much for Kate. Her hips arched off the wall one last time, desperate for the release which came soon after. She trembled, whimpering, as she started coming against his hand, around his fingers, wanting to just stay like that forever.

It was amazing that she stayed upright, though the wall helped with that.

Bod kept his fingers inside her for a few moments longer before withdrawing them all the way and licking his fingers. He remembered how she liked that.

He brushed some of her hair out of her face and just enjoyed watching her in her afterglow. It really was a gorgeous thing to witness.

Kate probably would've argued against that, because she thought she probably looked a mess and he looked just fine, and that was just unfair. She probably wouldn't have been sure unfair to who, but still. Unfair.

But she was in no shape to argue. "That was..." She swallowed, and licked her lips. "Amazing."

And not evil at all.

"Good," he said and kissed her forehead. "Should we go into our room so you can have a rest now?"

"Yes," she nodded with a dazed but satisfied smile. "And then, when I get my strength back, I will give you all the attention you could possibly want."

"There's no rush," Bod said, crouching down to pick up her skirt and underwear before forgetting. Leaving those outside and having them be discovered would be...telling.

He opened the door to her room and gestured her inside. "Let's go, then."

Kate strutted past him all smugly, despite her wobbly legs, but still found herself tugging on the hem of her tiny shirt to cover some more of herself up. It was weird not to be wearing anything but a shirt, okay?

"I made our bed while I was waiting," she told him, gesturing at the soafabed that was, indeed, all laid out and made and ready.

"I see," Bod said, not finding anything weird at all by her not having anything but a tiny shirt on. He liked it.

Once they were inside, he closed the door and tossed her skirt and underwear aside. "It looks very comfortable. Are you going to lay down?"

There was an easy way to answer that: she flopped down onto the bed, on her back.

"Yes."

"All right," he said, snickering quietly. "Did you want a pair of shorts or a blanket or some kind?"

"Shorts," she replied, gesturing at the dresser with an uncoordinated arm. "Second drawer."

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