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Title: Night on the Town
Summary: Kate and Bill and the morning after
Rating: R, for adult type situations and whatnot
Characters: Kate Warner (24), Bill Pardy (Slither)
Spoilers: None at all.
A/N: Filling a fic prompt (which I will link later because LJ is being a bastich and won't let me get to my journal) from sardonicynic; Bill Pardy/Kate Warner : handcuffs
Disclaimer: Characters t'ain't mine.
Kate cracks her eyes open and it might be a mistake given the flare of pain in her head the early morning light causes.
She groans softly, and buries her face into Bill's arm beneath her.
Bill stirs behind her with her movements, and the arm that's draped over her tightens a fraction.
The light intensifies as it breaks through the lines between skyscrapers and comes in through the open window to their upper level suite, and Kate wonders why they didn't close the curtains last night.
Bill moans, and the breath he lets out against her nape is shaky.
"Some night," he murmurs, and she can hear all the notes she's feeling in his voice.
"Yeah."
She closes her eyes again, and flashes from last night play behind her eyelids.
Valentine's, in New York City, with dinner, and dancing and wine.
Oh, god, too much wine.
She can taste it coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and swears she can feel it still making its lazy way through her system.
"Did we-- " Bill's voice is hoarse, and he hesitates while clearing his throat. "Did we really do all that? Last night?"
More images play out in Kate's mind, and she nearly groans.
The memory of dancing with Bill at the restaurant is mixed in with one of them dancing out on the street.
She can hear their laughter raised high above the relative quiet of an all night coffee shop, and echoing loud through the small space in the back seat of a cab.
There's a brief mental flash of Bill kissing a carriage horse, and she can't shake snatches of memory of a fountain in the park; the water up to her calves and raining down from above.
She remembers checking in, and Bill whispering too loud the things they should do, while she struggles to sign her name down in the hotel lobby.
Opening her eyes again, she catches blurry sight of the cart across the room with an empty bottle of champagne turned upside down in what's sure to be a bucket of melted ice.
Her eyes travel to the bathroom door where she knows they'll find a full tub and their soggy clothes, because she can see her and Bill climbing into the swirling jets of the jacuzzi tub, fully clothed.
She can feel Bill's bare skin against hers, and that brings back memories of what they did after they were out of the water.
Warmth creeps to the surface of her skin, because even though they were a mess of alcohol and mirth, what they did was incredible.
The smell of sweat and sex is heavy in the air, and she still feels a certain kind of satisfaction laying here now. Even with the killer hangover.
Turning over to face Bill, she sees the same smile on his lips, even though there's the tightness of a headache around his eyes.
Reaching up, she trails her fingertips along the stubble on his jawline, smile turning embarrassed and mischievous.
"I think we did."
Bill draws his arm up, reaching for her face, and she hears the click of metal.
"What the?" Bill lifts his arm and Kate claps a hand over her mouth, holding in a laugh.
There's a handcuff around Bill's wrist, and dangling from the other end is an over-sized teddy bear that he's cuffed to.
"Yeah, I uh-- I guess it really did happen."
Kate is shaking from suppressed laughter, and Bill sits up, an embarrassed grin on as he tries to get the bear off of his arm.
His expression suddenly shifts, and his eyes go wide.
"Uh-oh."
Kate lowers her hand and gives him a nervous look.
"What?"
"Do you uh... do you remember orderin' breakfast?"
She starts to shake her head, and then her own eyes widen.
"I vaguely remember two dozen blueberry pancakes."
"And waffles."
Kate rolls over quick, sending the room into a spin as she reaches out to grab the phone on the bedside table.
"I'm calling in for an early checkout."
Bill starts searching the sheets, nodding along.
"Good. An' no more takin' gifts from Demeter. Ever."
Kate lets out a burst of laughter just as the desk picks up, and she quickly covers the mouthpiece.
"Never. Ever."
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Summary: Kate and Bill and the morning after
Rating: R, for adult type situations and whatnot
Characters: Kate Warner (24), Bill Pardy (Slither)
Spoilers: None at all.
A/N: Filling a fic prompt (which I will link later because LJ is being a bastich and won't let me get to my journal) from sardonicynic; Bill Pardy/Kate Warner : handcuffs
Disclaimer: Characters t'ain't mine.
Kate cracks her eyes open and it might be a mistake given the flare of pain in her head the early morning light causes.
She groans softly, and buries her face into Bill's arm beneath her.
Bill stirs behind her with her movements, and the arm that's draped over her tightens a fraction.
The light intensifies as it breaks through the lines between skyscrapers and comes in through the open window to their upper level suite, and Kate wonders why they didn't close the curtains last night.
Bill moans, and the breath he lets out against her nape is shaky.
"Some night," he murmurs, and she can hear all the notes she's feeling in his voice.
"Yeah."
She closes her eyes again, and flashes from last night play behind her eyelids.
Valentine's, in New York City, with dinner, and dancing and wine.
Oh, god, too much wine.
She can taste it coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and swears she can feel it still making its lazy way through her system.
"Did we-- " Bill's voice is hoarse, and he hesitates while clearing his throat. "Did we really do all that? Last night?"
More images play out in Kate's mind, and she nearly groans.
The memory of dancing with Bill at the restaurant is mixed in with one of them dancing out on the street.
She can hear their laughter raised high above the relative quiet of an all night coffee shop, and echoing loud through the small space in the back seat of a cab.
There's a brief mental flash of Bill kissing a carriage horse, and she can't shake snatches of memory of a fountain in the park; the water up to her calves and raining down from above.
She remembers checking in, and Bill whispering too loud the things they should do, while she struggles to sign her name down in the hotel lobby.
Opening her eyes again, she catches blurry sight of the cart across the room with an empty bottle of champagne turned upside down in what's sure to be a bucket of melted ice.
Her eyes travel to the bathroom door where she knows they'll find a full tub and their soggy clothes, because she can see her and Bill climbing into the swirling jets of the jacuzzi tub, fully clothed.
She can feel Bill's bare skin against hers, and that brings back memories of what they did after they were out of the water.
Warmth creeps to the surface of her skin, because even though they were a mess of alcohol and mirth, what they did was incredible.
The smell of sweat and sex is heavy in the air, and she still feels a certain kind of satisfaction laying here now. Even with the killer hangover.
Turning over to face Bill, she sees the same smile on his lips, even though there's the tightness of a headache around his eyes.
Reaching up, she trails her fingertips along the stubble on his jawline, smile turning embarrassed and mischievous.
"I think we did."
Bill draws his arm up, reaching for her face, and she hears the click of metal.
"What the?" Bill lifts his arm and Kate claps a hand over her mouth, holding in a laugh.
There's a handcuff around Bill's wrist, and dangling from the other end is an over-sized teddy bear that he's cuffed to.
"Yeah, I uh-- I guess it really did happen."
Kate is shaking from suppressed laughter, and Bill sits up, an embarrassed grin on as he tries to get the bear off of his arm.
His expression suddenly shifts, and his eyes go wide.
"Uh-oh."
Kate lowers her hand and gives him a nervous look.
"What?"
"Do you uh... do you remember orderin' breakfast?"
She starts to shake her head, and then her own eyes widen.
"I vaguely remember two dozen blueberry pancakes."
"And waffles."
Kate rolls over quick, sending the room into a spin as she reaches out to grab the phone on the bedside table.
"I'm calling in for an early checkout."
Bill starts searching the sheets, nodding along.
"Good. An' no more takin' gifts from Demeter. Ever."
Kate lets out a burst of laughter just as the desk picks up, and she quickly covers the mouthpiece.
"Never. Ever."
Posted via m.livejournal.com.