vanillajello | Overland Park, KS, Friday Morning (September)

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Overland Park, KS, Friday Morning (September)

Six plus six was twelve, and twelve was the same as one, if you were talking about months first and then switched to years. The bottom line was, Kate and Bod had now been an item for a whole year in total. (There really was no need to talk about that four month gap between the first and second six month stretches. Because that was just a really fucking depressing topic all around.) And that was a huge fucking deal.

Enough of a huge fucking deal for it to be the first thing Kate become conscious of as she woke up this morning, all warm and tangled up with Bod, in their bed, in their room, just like they had been every night for the past week or so. That alone would've made her happy, but remembering the anniversary made her doubly so.

So, as much as it saddened her to do it, she tried slowly disentangling herself from her pale, pale boyfriend, so she'd be able to slip out of bed in her panda-print tunic. There was something she wanted to get from downstairs.

[ooc: NFB, and for that guy in the bed.]

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Kate exhaled a quiet laugh. "Yeah, okay." But not before claiming that kiss from him, firm and lingering.

It was nice to be rewarded for asking so nicely when the rewards were as good as this one was. Bod leaned up into her, returning that kiss eagerly. Every single time he kissed her, it was like it was the first time all over again. He loved it. He loved it a lot.

Kate shared that sentiment, and it was probably obvious from the way she kissed him. Kissing him hadn't gotten old yet, no. Neither had running her fingers through his hair.

And he'd let his hair grow out just for her. He hadn't minded the shorter cut but he knew she liked it long (and he did too) so he'd let it grow out so she could do what she was doing now.

Bod's arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer to him on his lap. He wanted her as close as she could be right now.

And what he wanted, he ought to have. Kate thought so at least. Kate and her massive bias in his favor. He was sure he didn't mind.

Just like she didn't mind the hem of her shirt riding up her thighs as he tugged her closer. She kept kissing him, and kept her fingers in his hair, apart from a few detours to tease the back of his neck with her nails.

Bod didn't mind the hem of her shirt riding up either. In fact, he almost sensed it which meant one of his hands came down to slip under her shirt to touch some of that newly exposed skin.

He deepened the kiss, deciding that he'd just get her out of her clothes if she didn't want to strip in front of him. He had absolutely no problem with that task.

What, she'd agreed to take her clothes off! That just... wasn't really happening because this whole kissing thing had gotten in the way and she didn't feel like getting up or anything.

And they both knew he'd be fine with that task. More than fine. Stellar. Which was good because the deeper kiss and his hand on her skin kind of made her recall her promise less and less. So, she was just going to respond to that kiss with matched eagerness.

He knew she'd agreed to strip but he was getting more and more eager for that to happen sooner. It might be why his hand hooked into her shirt and why he was tugging it slowly upward. He'd gotten a brief taste of skin and now he wanted more and more of it.

He was jealous and greedy when it came to her and he wasn't going to apologize for that ever.

Kate didn't need him to. She absolutely welcomed both his greed and his jealousy. She kind of liked both, and had plenty of her own. When she started pulling her shirt up, she pulled her hands back a little bit, already getting ready to raise her arms once he'd get that far.

No reason to not be helpful. He wanted skin, he'd get skin.

He definitely wanted her skin. No one else's came close to being as beautiful and as wanted as hers. He tugged her shirt up a little quicker, waiting for her to raise her arms but continuing to kiss her all the same.

He knew he'd have to stop that just to get her shirt off so he was soaking it up for the moment as much as he could.

Kate raised her arms. She also kept kissing him. She'd keep on doing that until the shirt was at her chin, too.

It was like she didn't want to waste any time that could be spent kissing.

Bod pulled back the slightest bit because he knew he'd have to stop to get her shirt off. He was smiling though even as he started lifting her shirt the rest of the way up.

"I'm going to strip you," he murmured, grinning. "I apologize for taking that task away from you."

"Maybe I'll forgive you this once," she replied, quietly, with a smirk. Not that he saw much of that, the shirt passing over her head, exposing more pale skin. "Just this once."

"Just this once?" Bod asked, tossing her shirt aside and running his fingers down her back. "No more forgiveness offered for me anymore?"

"Well, maybe," she mused, shivering and not even trying to hide it. "If you're nice to me. But you need to be really nice to me for that to happen."

"I'm always really nice to you, aren't I?" Bod wondered, using his nails to scratch against her back now. "I'm always nice."

Kate sighed and tried leaning back against his hands a little bit. "Well, I guess you are. Does that mean you've earned more forgiveness?"

"I think it does though I would like to save that forgiveness for the future since I don't need forgiving right now," he said, pushing his nails a little harder into her back.

That made Kate squirm a little in his lap. Considering all she was wearing was a tiny, cute pair of underwear, she was sure that was just a horrible experience for him. Really.

"Wasn't going to use it right now, anyway," she replied lazily, hands sliding to his shoulders to idly rub them. "I'll forgive you later."

It was a truly awful situation that had him shifting just the tiniest bit underneath her. He figured she knew what she was doing and loved her for it. His pants didn't really love her.

"You sound like I'm going to need forgiving," he noted, splaying his fingers out against her back and running them down towards the waist of those underwear.

"You might," she shrugged, tracing a spiral against one of his shoulders with a fingernail. "Everyone ends up needing forgiving sooner or later."

"You're right, I might," he agreed and dipped his fingers just underneath the waist of her panties. "At least I know I've forgiveness saved up now, hmm?"

"Like money in the bank," Kate agreed, with another little shiver. "For... emergencies or whatnot."

"You're making yourself sound like a forgiveness savings account," Bod said, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder. "Should I be depositing something in you?"

That...sounded dirty even to Bod.

[LJ never gave me this notif. Ugh, I am so sorry!]

Which meant it sounded even dirtier to Kate. Who promptly dissolved into a fit of laughter. The shoulder her was trying to kiss shook.

"Oh, Bod."

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