FIC: Different for Girls 4 of 7 (Kat/Elliott)
Author: Clio
Title: Different for Girls Chapter 4 of 7: You've Got What Gets Me
Pairing: American Idol: Katharine McPhee/Elliott Yamin
Summary: Kat's recent heartbreak has left her a changed woman-and now her old friend Elliott is seeing her in a different light.
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Chapter Length: 2200 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: Thank you, thank you, thank you lillijulianne. While this story is a sequel of sorts to her sequence of stories about Blake, Chris and Kat, there's probably enough information here to read this on its own. All you need know is that Kat had been engaged to another man at the time she was fooling around with Blake and Chris.
1: But Not For Me | 2: I've Got a Crush on You | 3: Nice Work If You Can Get It
Chapter 4: You've Got What Gets Me
Jess was threatening to stalk Katharine, or at least set up a computer program to text her every five minutes, unless she came out for coffee. "You are the worst!" Jess said when they finally met at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf near Kat's place.
"I am not!" Kat protested.
"Kat, you smell of it," Jess whispered.
Kat giggled, and wondered why she didn't even blush. "Not here!"
Back at Kat's, Jess put her feet on the coffee table, unwrapped her muffin, and said, "I demand details."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I was going to ask you how he was, but he must be good."
"Yeah," Kat said, smiling. "Remember when Tina said he looked like Mr. Tumnus?"
"Yes, but I've always thought Mr. Tumnus was hot."
"Well, Elliott's more like a satyr."
Jess whistled. "So no more thoughts of your gay threesomes?" she asked.
"Not really, no. Not during, anyway-it isn't possible to think of anyone else when he's there."
"Do you do anything other than fuck?" Jess asked, taking another bite of muffin.
"Yes! We talk about movies and music and had a long discussion about Britney and K-Fed and their children last night, actually."
"What? Why?"
"He felt she was being irresponsible. He feels very strongly about that sort of thing."
"So you were really talking about how you two feel about having children."
Kat gave her a look.
"Don't, you know you were."
"We haven't even been dating for two months yet!"
"Who brought it up?"
"Elliott."
"Maybe he doesn't want to waste time," Jess said with a shrug. "Maybe he's feeling you out."
"Wow." Kat didn't even know what to think. He might be that serious already? Was she?
"A few weeks ago, you were worried about settling, you know, for something less. Do you feel that way now?"
She thought about the night before, when he'd got her laughing and then got her begging for it, the way the hair on his chest felt against her nipples, the way he shouted when he came as if it was always a surprise, the way he looked at her when she came. "No," she replied. "Not at all."
Chris, Kat and Elliott went to Kitson's after hours because it was easier to get a private room and to get the personal shoppers to leave you alone once they'd combed the racks for you. Kat and Chris sat together on a love seat and coached Elliott through putting together outfits from the assorted t-shirts, jeans, trousers and sweaters that lay in piles on a nearby table. After Elliott wandered off to the changing room, Chris leaned over and whispered, "You need to see him."
Kat made a face. "I know, I just, I don't know if I'm ready. "
"He's only going to get scarier the longer you don't see him. I love him, but he's just a guy."
Elliott came back in then, and Kat said, "That is the most adorable hat I have ever seen, but never wear that t-shirt again."
"How did yellow even get into this room?" Chris asked, then pointed at Elliott. "No yellow."
Elliott nodded. "No yellow. Got it." He walked back into the fitting room.
"C'mon, Chris," Kat said. "How could all those things have happened if he was just some guy?"
"You know the answer to that," Chris said.
"It was different with you," Kat replied. "It always was."
They were quiet for a minute, and then Chris said, "Elliott adores you."
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"And you let him. You even like it."
"He doesn't adore me all the time," she said.
"You know what I mean," Chris said.
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
Elliott walked up to them wearing dark jeans. "Well?" he asked.
"I feel you have more than enough sweater vests already," Kat said. "I like them, but no more."
Chris cocked his head. "And only with t-shirts, or they'll kill your shoulders."
"Jeans are good though," Kat added.
Elliott waved vaguely behind his back as he walked into the dressing room.
"He's yanked me into the way he eats, too," she said, not looking at him.
"Oh?" Chris asked.
"Small, healthy and often."
"How is that working for you?"
"Strangely well, actually."
"Or maybe it's all the other things," Chris said.
"Other things?" she asked, turning to him.
He shrugged. "You've got a lot of control right now. Your music, your love life …"
"I'm not in control of him," she said.
"But he's not in control of you, either."
Elliott came back in, and Chris whistled. "Look at that ass! Where you been hiding that, Yamin?"
"Nowhere?" Elliott said.
"Seriously, Kat," Chris went on, "if we get him into good clothes I might develop a crush on your boyfriend. Can you handle that?"
Kat started giggling. "I think so."
"Why are you laughing?" Elliott said. "Is it so unbelievable that Chris would have a crush on me? I am hot!" he said, spreading out his arms.
"Of course you are!" she replied. "Everyone should have a crush on you!"
"That's more like it," Elliott said, nodding, then went back into the dressing room.
"I don't think he would have said that two years ago," Kat said.
"Maybe that's you," Chris said.
"No. I think that's him; I just encourage it."
"So I'm going to ask, because you know I have to-"
"It's really good," she said. "Good, and frequent. And mutual. I didn't, I mean, I wasn't sure I could feel like that without all the games but he's so …"
"Dirty?" Chris asked. "Because I never would have called it, but now, looking at him …"
"No, he doesn't like that word. Earthy. Without, you know, being crunchy."
"Who isn't crunchy?" Elliott asked as he came back in.
"You," Kat replied. "Nice shirt. Matches your eyes. I envy that."
"What?" Chris asked.
"When I wear brown no one says, 'oh, Kat, that matches your eyes.' Brown is brown."
"No one who ever saw your eyes," Elliott said, turning from the mirror to face her, "would ever say 'brown is brown.' Seriously."
"Aww," Chris said. "He liiiiiikes you!"
Elliott crossed his arms. "This shopping trip was just an excuse so you two could sit here and talk about me, wasn't it?"
"No," Chris said. "It was just an excuse to get you into some hot clothes."
"Mission accomplished," Kat said.
Chris ran off after shopping to meet Blake at a club but Kat and Elliott begged off to head back to his place. Once they got all the bags inside Kat was writhing against him as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom.
"God, you were so hot in those clothes," she said. "I was ready to fuck in the car."
"You were ready to fuck at Kitson's," Elliott said. "Good thing Chris was there."
"He's not here now," she said, pushing him back into the bedroom.
"You're on fire," Elliott said as his back hit the mattress. "All this for me in a tight t-shirt?"
She grinned down at him, her hair hanging like a curtain on either side of their faces. "Never underestimate the power of clothing," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Never underestimate the absence of clothing," he replied, sliding his hands up her thighs and under her dress to the waist of her panties. "God you're wet. Lay down, I want to drink some of that."
She did as she was told, pulling her dress off over her head, then leaned back on her hands, her legs spread wide. He slipped off his shirt and moved between her legs. "Pants off too," she said.
He stood up, quickly pushed them off, then got back into his position, cock hard and waving a bit in the air. He was kissing, touching her all over, and she sat with her head dropped back, one hand rubbing a nipple, the other buried in his hair. He was licking along the top of her thigh when he saw something etched on her skin. "Huh, I never noticed this before," he said.
"What?" she asked.
"Your other tattoo. Is that-is that a piece of cake?"
Elliott could feel her tensing. "Yeah. It's-I promise, I will tell you, just not right now, okay?"
Elliott looked up and her eyes were wide, a little frightened, and he remembered how she looked that night at that party, laying her head on Daughtry's shoulder, that look that had made him ask her out, that made him want to just hold her now. "I told you, I don't care what happened before I kissed you, and I meant it."
She nodded, but she didn't look convinced, so he moved up, pushing her down on the bed with the strength of his kisses.
"I'm-I think I'm really falling for you, Kat," he said, sitting up a little to look at her. "I was gonna wait, I know it's soon but maybe you need to know now."
Kat stared at him, and he started kicking himself, mentally, waiting for her. She reached her hand up, caressing his cheek. "Me too," she said.
"Whoever broke your heart, they made you this girl in my bed. So I'd just be thanking him, for being the idiot that gave you up and brought you to me. Just remember that."
She smiled at him, but her eyes were shining and hell, hadn't anyone taken care of this girl before? Or had she just not let them? He kissed her again, just soft and loving, and they stayed like that, until her legs started moving. "Fuck me, please," she said, reaching one long arm over her head to open the nightstand drawer and retrieve a condom. "Fuck me all night."
He sat up and she rolled the condom onto him. Then he sunk into her, easy as anything, her quim so wet that it made little sucking sounds as he pulled out of her before sliding in again. Those long legs were wrapped around him, her hands on his shoulders. "Kat, god, Kat," he muttered.
"Come on, fuck me harder." She licked her lips, panting. "Take me, shake the fucking bed, Elliott, make my tits shake, fuck it out of me, come ON!"
Elliott changed the angle, pushing her hips up so he could get in deeper, and swiveled his hips a little as he fucked her, and she cooed.
"Yes, like that, please honey please."
She was so hot writhing beneath him and begging. He moved a little, getting leverage, and then just did it, just started snapping his hips as though she were a big doll, the best doll ever, and she shrieked and moaned. "Like that?" he asked.
"Yes, oh god Elliott, that's it, make me yours honey, yours I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours-" and then she shouted and that was her coming, wasn't it, and she wasn't like any other girl, ever.
He kept fucking, the changes in rhythm having gotten him off a bit, but now he was in it, pumping away into her, and she was cooing and moving again, little doll, "just made for it, aren't you?" he said, a little startled to hear the words coming out of his mouth instead of staying in his head, "made for fucking you love it you're mine and you love it," and he was panting. He looked into her eyes and they were dark, dark as anything, and that mouth just barely open and the pink insides and he thought of her wet mouth her wet pussy and he came, roaring, ridiculously, like a lion, and collapsed into her.
"Elliott" she whispered. "My man Elliott."
"I hope you don't want it like that all the time," he mumbled into her breast.
"Heh, no," she said. "I just get into a mood sometimes."
She was stroking his hair, so calming, so nice after, because sometimes it was hard, all that adrenaline that his body had trouble with. "Wait, is it still-"
"It's there," she said, reaching down to brush her hands along the tubing to the small pump clipped to the black band he wore around his thigh. "Right where it belongs."
He rolled over a little, propping his head up with his hand. "It fit under all those new pants."
She smiled, running a hand along his cheek and then down to his chest. "I don't mind other people knowing you have a hot ass," she said, "but I'm fine being the only one who knows what great legs you have."
"I, um," he said, brushing a thumb across her creamy cheek. "I think-"
"Say it, Elliott," she said, smiling, and there, her eyes were smiling again, too. "Just say it."
"I love you, Katharine."
"I love you, Elliott." They kissed, and then she added, "You know, I could eat."
Elliott flipped over onto his back and laughed. "Oh my god," he said. "I love you!" he shouted, waving his arms.
"You'd better," she replied.
Chapter 5: They Can't Take That Away From Me
Title: Different for Girls Chapter 4 of 7: You've Got What Gets Me
Pairing: American Idol: Katharine McPhee/Elliott Yamin
Summary: Kat's recent heartbreak has left her a changed woman-and now her old friend Elliott is seeing her in a different light.
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Chapter Length: 2200 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: Thank you, thank you, thank you lillijulianne. While this story is a sequel of sorts to her sequence of stories about Blake, Chris and Kat, there's probably enough information here to read this on its own. All you need know is that Kat had been engaged to another man at the time she was fooling around with Blake and Chris.
1: But Not For Me | 2: I've Got a Crush on You | 3: Nice Work If You Can Get It
Chapter 4: You've Got What Gets Me
Jess was threatening to stalk Katharine, or at least set up a computer program to text her every five minutes, unless she came out for coffee. "You are the worst!" Jess said when they finally met at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf near Kat's place.
"I am not!" Kat protested.
"Kat, you smell of it," Jess whispered.
Kat giggled, and wondered why she didn't even blush. "Not here!"
Back at Kat's, Jess put her feet on the coffee table, unwrapped her muffin, and said, "I demand details."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I was going to ask you how he was, but he must be good."
"Yeah," Kat said, smiling. "Remember when Tina said he looked like Mr. Tumnus?"
"Yes, but I've always thought Mr. Tumnus was hot."
"Well, Elliott's more like a satyr."
Jess whistled. "So no more thoughts of your gay threesomes?" she asked.
"Not really, no. Not during, anyway-it isn't possible to think of anyone else when he's there."
"Do you do anything other than fuck?" Jess asked, taking another bite of muffin.
"Yes! We talk about movies and music and had a long discussion about Britney and K-Fed and their children last night, actually."
"What? Why?"
"He felt she was being irresponsible. He feels very strongly about that sort of thing."
"So you were really talking about how you two feel about having children."
Kat gave her a look.
"Don't, you know you were."
"We haven't even been dating for two months yet!"
"Who brought it up?"
"Elliott."
"Maybe he doesn't want to waste time," Jess said with a shrug. "Maybe he's feeling you out."
"Wow." Kat didn't even know what to think. He might be that serious already? Was she?
"A few weeks ago, you were worried about settling, you know, for something less. Do you feel that way now?"
She thought about the night before, when he'd got her laughing and then got her begging for it, the way the hair on his chest felt against her nipples, the way he shouted when he came as if it was always a surprise, the way he looked at her when she came. "No," she replied. "Not at all."
Chris, Kat and Elliott went to Kitson's after hours because it was easier to get a private room and to get the personal shoppers to leave you alone once they'd combed the racks for you. Kat and Chris sat together on a love seat and coached Elliott through putting together outfits from the assorted t-shirts, jeans, trousers and sweaters that lay in piles on a nearby table. After Elliott wandered off to the changing room, Chris leaned over and whispered, "You need to see him."
Kat made a face. "I know, I just, I don't know if I'm ready. "
"He's only going to get scarier the longer you don't see him. I love him, but he's just a guy."
Elliott came back in then, and Kat said, "That is the most adorable hat I have ever seen, but never wear that t-shirt again."
"How did yellow even get into this room?" Chris asked, then pointed at Elliott. "No yellow."
Elliott nodded. "No yellow. Got it." He walked back into the fitting room.
"C'mon, Chris," Kat said. "How could all those things have happened if he was just some guy?"
"You know the answer to that," Chris said.
"It was different with you," Kat replied. "It always was."
They were quiet for a minute, and then Chris said, "Elliott adores you."
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"And you let him. You even like it."
"He doesn't adore me all the time," she said.
"You know what I mean," Chris said.
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
Elliott walked up to them wearing dark jeans. "Well?" he asked.
"I feel you have more than enough sweater vests already," Kat said. "I like them, but no more."
Chris cocked his head. "And only with t-shirts, or they'll kill your shoulders."
"Jeans are good though," Kat added.
Elliott waved vaguely behind his back as he walked into the dressing room.
"He's yanked me into the way he eats, too," she said, not looking at him.
"Oh?" Chris asked.
"Small, healthy and often."
"How is that working for you?"
"Strangely well, actually."
"Or maybe it's all the other things," Chris said.
"Other things?" she asked, turning to him.
He shrugged. "You've got a lot of control right now. Your music, your love life …"
"I'm not in control of him," she said.
"But he's not in control of you, either."
Elliott came back in, and Chris whistled. "Look at that ass! Where you been hiding that, Yamin?"
"Nowhere?" Elliott said.
"Seriously, Kat," Chris went on, "if we get him into good clothes I might develop a crush on your boyfriend. Can you handle that?"
Kat started giggling. "I think so."
"Why are you laughing?" Elliott said. "Is it so unbelievable that Chris would have a crush on me? I am hot!" he said, spreading out his arms.
"Of course you are!" she replied. "Everyone should have a crush on you!"
"That's more like it," Elliott said, nodding, then went back into the dressing room.
"I don't think he would have said that two years ago," Kat said.
"Maybe that's you," Chris said.
"No. I think that's him; I just encourage it."
"So I'm going to ask, because you know I have to-"
"It's really good," she said. "Good, and frequent. And mutual. I didn't, I mean, I wasn't sure I could feel like that without all the games but he's so …"
"Dirty?" Chris asked. "Because I never would have called it, but now, looking at him …"
"No, he doesn't like that word. Earthy. Without, you know, being crunchy."
"Who isn't crunchy?" Elliott asked as he came back in.
"You," Kat replied. "Nice shirt. Matches your eyes. I envy that."
"What?" Chris asked.
"When I wear brown no one says, 'oh, Kat, that matches your eyes.' Brown is brown."
"No one who ever saw your eyes," Elliott said, turning from the mirror to face her, "would ever say 'brown is brown.' Seriously."
"Aww," Chris said. "He liiiiiikes you!"
Elliott crossed his arms. "This shopping trip was just an excuse so you two could sit here and talk about me, wasn't it?"
"No," Chris said. "It was just an excuse to get you into some hot clothes."
"Mission accomplished," Kat said.
Chris ran off after shopping to meet Blake at a club but Kat and Elliott begged off to head back to his place. Once they got all the bags inside Kat was writhing against him as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom.
"God, you were so hot in those clothes," she said. "I was ready to fuck in the car."
"You were ready to fuck at Kitson's," Elliott said. "Good thing Chris was there."
"He's not here now," she said, pushing him back into the bedroom.
"You're on fire," Elliott said as his back hit the mattress. "All this for me in a tight t-shirt?"
She grinned down at him, her hair hanging like a curtain on either side of their faces. "Never underestimate the power of clothing," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Never underestimate the absence of clothing," he replied, sliding his hands up her thighs and under her dress to the waist of her panties. "God you're wet. Lay down, I want to drink some of that."
She did as she was told, pulling her dress off over her head, then leaned back on her hands, her legs spread wide. He slipped off his shirt and moved between her legs. "Pants off too," she said.
He stood up, quickly pushed them off, then got back into his position, cock hard and waving a bit in the air. He was kissing, touching her all over, and she sat with her head dropped back, one hand rubbing a nipple, the other buried in his hair. He was licking along the top of her thigh when he saw something etched on her skin. "Huh, I never noticed this before," he said.
"What?" she asked.
"Your other tattoo. Is that-is that a piece of cake?"
Elliott could feel her tensing. "Yeah. It's-I promise, I will tell you, just not right now, okay?"
Elliott looked up and her eyes were wide, a little frightened, and he remembered how she looked that night at that party, laying her head on Daughtry's shoulder, that look that had made him ask her out, that made him want to just hold her now. "I told you, I don't care what happened before I kissed you, and I meant it."
She nodded, but she didn't look convinced, so he moved up, pushing her down on the bed with the strength of his kisses.
"I'm-I think I'm really falling for you, Kat," he said, sitting up a little to look at her. "I was gonna wait, I know it's soon but maybe you need to know now."
Kat stared at him, and he started kicking himself, mentally, waiting for her. She reached her hand up, caressing his cheek. "Me too," she said.
"Whoever broke your heart, they made you this girl in my bed. So I'd just be thanking him, for being the idiot that gave you up and brought you to me. Just remember that."
She smiled at him, but her eyes were shining and hell, hadn't anyone taken care of this girl before? Or had she just not let them? He kissed her again, just soft and loving, and they stayed like that, until her legs started moving. "Fuck me, please," she said, reaching one long arm over her head to open the nightstand drawer and retrieve a condom. "Fuck me all night."
He sat up and she rolled the condom onto him. Then he sunk into her, easy as anything, her quim so wet that it made little sucking sounds as he pulled out of her before sliding in again. Those long legs were wrapped around him, her hands on his shoulders. "Kat, god, Kat," he muttered.
"Come on, fuck me harder." She licked her lips, panting. "Take me, shake the fucking bed, Elliott, make my tits shake, fuck it out of me, come ON!"
Elliott changed the angle, pushing her hips up so he could get in deeper, and swiveled his hips a little as he fucked her, and she cooed.
"Yes, like that, please honey please."
She was so hot writhing beneath him and begging. He moved a little, getting leverage, and then just did it, just started snapping his hips as though she were a big doll, the best doll ever, and she shrieked and moaned. "Like that?" he asked.
"Yes, oh god Elliott, that's it, make me yours honey, yours I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours-" and then she shouted and that was her coming, wasn't it, and she wasn't like any other girl, ever.
He kept fucking, the changes in rhythm having gotten him off a bit, but now he was in it, pumping away into her, and she was cooing and moving again, little doll, "just made for it, aren't you?" he said, a little startled to hear the words coming out of his mouth instead of staying in his head, "made for fucking you love it you're mine and you love it," and he was panting. He looked into her eyes and they were dark, dark as anything, and that mouth just barely open and the pink insides and he thought of her wet mouth her wet pussy and he came, roaring, ridiculously, like a lion, and collapsed into her.
"Elliott" she whispered. "My man Elliott."
"I hope you don't want it like that all the time," he mumbled into her breast.
"Heh, no," she said. "I just get into a mood sometimes."
She was stroking his hair, so calming, so nice after, because sometimes it was hard, all that adrenaline that his body had trouble with. "Wait, is it still-"
"It's there," she said, reaching down to brush her hands along the tubing to the small pump clipped to the black band he wore around his thigh. "Right where it belongs."
He rolled over a little, propping his head up with his hand. "It fit under all those new pants."
She smiled, running a hand along his cheek and then down to his chest. "I don't mind other people knowing you have a hot ass," she said, "but I'm fine being the only one who knows what great legs you have."
"I, um," he said, brushing a thumb across her creamy cheek. "I think-"
"Say it, Elliott," she said, smiling, and there, her eyes were smiling again, too. "Just say it."
"I love you, Katharine."
"I love you, Elliott." They kissed, and then she added, "You know, I could eat."
Elliott flipped over onto his back and laughed. "Oh my god," he said. "I love you!" he shouted, waving his arms.
"You'd better," she replied.
Chapter 5: They Can't Take That Away From Me