Who: Kate Bishop and Scott Lang When: Early August Where: Out to Dinner What: Their first date Rating/Warnings: NC-17/Sexy time between consenting adults Status: Complete when posted
Scott had promised to take Kate out to dinner. Like, a real dinner. A date. Not just two people who enjoyed each other’s company hanging out, but people who were dating. Because that’s what they were doing, right? They were dating. That’s what Kate wanted, and it seemed like that’s what Scott wanted, too.
So when he told her he was going to take her on a real date? Kate put on a dress. It wasn’t totally formal, but still nice. She put on some fuck me heels, and put her hair up. After a little makeup, she was ready to go.
She told Billy not to wait up, though they probably wanted to be home before it got too late. Someone at the Tower was watching Cassie. That was something Kate had never had to worry about before--the guy she was dating had a daughter. It was new, but not necessarily bad. It was Cassie, and she loved her already. It did make Kate worry a little about what might happen if she screwed things up. If she and Scott stopped dating. Did she lose Cassie, too?
She was thinking about that as she put her earrings in, staring into the mirror, and heard the knock at the front door.
Scott Lang hadn't been on a "real" date in a very long time.
His relationship with Hope van Dyne hadn't exactly been conventional. Their relationship ultimately felt like the product of circumstance. The second they started working together -- really working together as partners -- things sort of just clicked and everything that might have felt like a date had it not been two people working on a plan to steal a super suit from a super bad guy didn't feel like a date at all.
Scott had just been convinced he had been reading things wrong up until the point where Hope and him started kissing in the hallway and Hank walked in on them. That'd killed that particular moment.
Eventually, yeah, he and Hope did go on dates, but they still didn't feel like dates because for the most part they were the same sort of "work dates" they had when they were planning to steal the Yellowjacket. And those that didn't seem to fall into that particular box usually involved Cassie, and it made it hard for him to consider that a date, too.
Maybe it was that lack of definition that made him all too eager to define exactly what they were in advance, and call today exactly what it was: a date.
When Scott Lang knocks on the door, he's holding a bouquet of cheap, but pretty flowers. Nothing too fancy, but something that further underlines that This is a Date, just in case the word alone wasn't explicit enough. A half-second after he's knocked, he's suddenly overcome with a wave of self-consciousness and sniffs under one arm to be sure that his BO hasn't gone out of control during the commute. Fortunately, it smells fine.
At least, he thinks it smells fine.
By the time Kate shows up, he's got the patented Scott Lang smile drawn across his face.
Kate pulled the door open and broke into a smile at the sight of Scott Lang on her doorstep. She thought her choice of dress was a good one, though it made her a little nervous to see if he’d like it. The pressure was on today. It had to be a good first date in order for there to be a second, right?
She was relieved at his smile and the sight of the flowers. It reaffirmed the fact that this was a date, and romantical and all that.
“Hey.” She said, both nervous and excited. “Fancy meeting you here.”
When the door opens and Kate steps into view, there's really only one word for it:
"Wow."
Scott Lang generally wore his heart on his sleeve and tonight was no exception.
"You look... great!"
It takes a second for Scott to register that he still has a bunch of flowers in his hand. He holds them up. "I brought these for you," he says. "You want me to get them in water before we go?"
That was exactly the reaction that Kate was going for. She smiled a bit more warmly at his words, and gave a quick but somehow sensual turn of her body so he could see the whole picture. “Thank you,” she accepted the flowers from him, and nodded, bringing them to her nose. “I’ve got a vase in the kitchen.” She stepped back and to the side so he could pass her into the apartment. Scott passes her and looks around the apartment, even though nothing's actually changed since the last time he was here. Well, nothing substantial, anyway.
Scott doesn't think that he hears any other sound of life in the apartment, though.
"Is Billy out tonight?"
“I haven’t seen him in a while. I mean, he’s trying to settle here, I think, but it’s hard because Teddy’s not here.” She moved into the kitchen with the flowers, and then dug around in a cabinet for a vase. It only took her a moment to put the flowers in and fill it with water--she could deal with removing the wrapping and the tips of the stems later.
They had a romantic dinner to get to.
Kate turned to face him, smiling. “Where are you taking me for dinner?”
"Is he new here, too?"
Scott's only been here a month, which probably makes him "new" by most people's standards, but it felt like he'd been here for an eternity already.
"I was thinking this italian place not far from where I interviewed last week," he says. "The food's good."
Then suddenly, something occurs to him.
"You're not gluten-free, are you?" Try as he might, he doesn't think that he remembers Kate having a waffle cone or one of the donuts she brought over. If she is gluten-free, he'd better start churning out a secondary dinner plan, stat.
“He's been here since… um… May? June? Something like that.” Kate shrugged. She was super happy to slowly be getting her best friends and teammates here in Preya, even if some of them were from a different universe.
“No, I'm not gluten free.” She'd had Cassie over for pizza and pancakes, and donuts the other day to boot, but they could all have been almond flour or something. “Italian sounds perfect."
She moved back to his side and looped her arm through his. “Honestly, McDonald's would have been acceptable, so long as we got to spend some alone time together.” (It was a total lie, actually. Kate expected far nicer than MickeyDee’s for a first date, but the sentiment still stood. All she wanted was to spend time together.)
"No," Scott says, wagging a finger at her. "You'll take back the moment you have some of their complementary garlic breadsticks. The last time I was there I had twelve of them without even realizing it, and then I had to just take the entirety of my trenette al pesto to-go."
He and Cassie shared it for dinner.
"You ready?" he asks, glancing at the door.
“As I’ll ever be.” Kate gave his arm a gentle squeeze.
Together they walked out of the apartment and headed down the stairs. The good thing about Ravenmoore was that so many places were within walking distance. They were able to get to the restaurant quickly if they wanted to, or take their time. Kate let Scott take the lead, more than willing to take her time walking in her ridiculously sexy heels.
Before long, they're seated at the restaurant. The waiter has their orders, they have their drinks, and perhaps even more importantly, they have a basket of garlic breadsticks situated between them, swaddled in a bundle of napkins.
The garlic breadsticks are just as good as Scott remembered them. He's already halfway through his second breadstick when he asks his third question of the night, which inadvertently ends up being a three-part question, too.
"Who was your first kiss, why'd you kiss them, and would you kiss them again with the knowledge you have now?"
Kate had ordered a glass of wine, and was wondering how many breadsticks she could wolf down before the meal even arrived. Having a couple of them in her stomach before the wine was a really good idea.
They were taking turns asking each other questions, keeping the conversation going. She’d just finished listening to his response to her last one, when he came out with… oh. Dear.
“Gosh, I was probably… twelve?” She had to think about it for a moment. But then she realized she could just think aloud. “I went to an all-girls school. My dad had a lot of money, and I was studying ballet at the time. He was one of the male dancers at the school. I think there were a half dozen of them around my age. It was hard to tell which was in it for the girls and which was in it as an excuse to wear tights.”
The waitress brought out their drinks and Kate practically lunged for the wine. “It wasn’t my best summer,” she added, setting down the glass. “It was actually the worst summer of my life.”
Okay, definite bad question. "Teenage boys are definitely the worst." A beat. "Well, most of them. My best friend growing up wasn't really a bad guy."
Scott thinks about it for a second, then finishes off his second breadstick.
"Your turn to ask a question." He's pretty sure he can ask a less-uncomfortable question next time, provided he has time to think about it.
The reason that was the worst summer of her life had very little to do with the boy she’d chosen for her first kiss. But that was a story for another time. Maybe. Probably. If he got in deep enough, he’d get it eventually.
“Hmm. Okay.” Kate had to think for a moment. They were getting into deeper questions now. She had to start narrowing things down, and broke into a smile when she decided. “What is the best date you’ve ever been on?”
"Mmm, probably the time I took my girlfriend to Disneyland for a weekend when we were in college," he says. "I ate so much Dole Whip and so many corn dogs and churros. Plus we rode on Space Mountain a dozen times. We used every fastpass we had for maximum mountain time. Plus I got a photo with Chip 'n' Dale."
Scott really resists the urge for a third breadstick. Instead, he reaches for his wine.
"We broke up three weeks later, but the trip was so fun that it's hard for me to look back on it and go that was the pits, I can't believe we broke up right after that. We had our problems and it was easy enough to separate our breakup from the trip."
Okay, so the thing about the photo with Chip ‘n’ Dale? Totally made Kate swoon a little. She tried her best not to show it, but Scott was the perfect and irresistible combination of playful childlike-ness and responsibility. There was a part of him that was absolutely perfect. Her eyes shone as she watched him across the table.
“I’ve never been to Disneyland. Just Disney World. I’m sure it’s comparable?” She was pretty sure that any trip she’d taken with her family’s employees (nanny, etc.) would be absolutely boring and pale in comparison with a romantic vacation with Scott.
"I've never been to Disney World, so I think we're even," Scott says with a smile. "I'd take you to Disneyland if we weren't both stuck here, but there's not much we can do about it now."
Preya was sadly devoid of any Disney theme parks.
"Have you ever gotten a tattoo? If you have one, I wanna see it. If you don't, I want you to tell me what you'd get if you had to get one."
“Well, Preya has an amusement park. Maybe we can go there sometime.” She would suggest they try to go to Disneyland or Disney World together, but after what those visits home did? The body swapping? She wasn’t sure she wanted to risk it.
“No tattoos, sorry.” Kate’s cheeks went a little pink as she admitted it, or maybe that was the wine. “But I’d probably get a purple bullseye. On my shoulder.” She patted the back of her left shoulder. “It’s sort of a thing.”
She sipped from the wine glass again then set it down and cocked her head over at him. “What about you? Tattoos? Please, please tell me you have a Hello Kitty tattoo somewhere on your body.”
Scott laughs at that. "No Hello Kitty," he says. "I'm pretty sure Cassie'd love that, though. That'd be the tattoo she'd pick out for me, for sure."
Scott's pretty confident of that. There was a reason why she gave Luis a Hello Kitty Pez dispenser for his birthday.
"I have one," Scott lifts a finger at that. "One tattoo, which was the product of a poorly-made choice after more than a few beers my freshman year of college. And you're just going to have to wait to see where and what it is because we haven't yet reached that level of intimacy in our relationship."
He grins and then their food arrives.
Impressively enough, by the tail end of dinner, Scott managed to restrict himself to only four garlic breadsticks, which was a drastic improvement over his last visit to this particular restaurant. He even still had room for dessert, so that was the natural next step.
Besides, Scott wanted this to last longer than it had so far. The second he took her home, it'd be over. He wasn't sure he was ready for that.
Scott swapped out his wine for coffee, even though it was already late in the evening and the last thing he needed was to be up until 3 AM again. And while they waited for dessert, he reverted back to asking more questions.
"What would be your ideal second date?" he asks now.
Kate had been very nervous at the start of the dinner. Even still--she was afraid of saying or doing something stupid, and she’d not stuffed her face the way she normally would. Her stomach was twisted in knots, putting a huge dampener on her appetite.
But by the end she’d eaten half of her meal, and was definitely saving room for dessert. She leaned back in her chair, holding her wine glass by the stem.
“Is there going to be a second date?” She asked playfully.
"Wouldn't ask that question if there wouldn't be," Scott says easily.
Kate sipped from her glass, considering the question for a moment, then set the glass back down on the table again. She raised an eyebrow. "Karaoke and dancing? I know we already did some dancing, but... I want to see those moves in your regular body."
She sat up a little as the waitress brought out a giant dessert for them, with two spoons.
Scott smiles warmly at the waitress. "Thanks," he says, once she's sat it down. He doesn't dig in. Not yet.
"Jan suggested karaoke for our double date," he says. "You okay with our second date being a double one? If it's not past my bedtime, we can probably go dancing somewhere else together after."
He's only kidding about the bedtime.
“I think so. Don't you think?” Kate picked up her spoon and brandished it triumphantly. “We'll be one of those old married couples yet!” Then she realized she said ‘married’ and quickly corrected herself. “I mean, we're secure. Right? Or something.”
She scooped some dessert into her spoon and looked up at him through long, flirtatious eyelashes. “...and if it is past your bedtime?”
If the married thing bothered Scott, it doesn't register on his face.
"Technically, it was past my bedtime an hour ago, but sometimes, it's good for me to stay up. Just as long as it's not too late. I managed to screw up my sleep schedule a few times when I was under house arrest. You get so into a movie, and then you get so into the next one, and the next thing you know, it's 6 AM and you've gone through your entire Netflix queue."
“I suppose you want to be home by Cassie’s bedtime, at any rate.” Kate took the bite of dessert. It was incredible.
"Peter's watching her. I trust the kid," he says. "We can stay out as late as we want."
Now that Kate's dug in, he feels comfortable taking his first bite, too.
"You had anything you wanted to do after this?"
Kate chuckled softly. “I can't tell you how weird it is to be older than Peter Parker.” She stole another bite.
“We could go for a walk,” she suggested. “Normally this is the point in the evening when I either get asked to come back upstairs for a nightcap, or make excuses about having to be up early fire something work related, so I'm not sure what to expect tonight.”
"A walk sounds nice," he agrees, in between bites of dessert. "I can probably use the walk after dinner."
Unlike Kate, Scott had no compunctions about polishing off his dinner, even after gorging himself on breadsticks. Besides, it was clear out and even in Preya's largest city, they still had a decent view of the night sky.
And soon enough, they're both outside. Scott's carrying the bag with Kate's leftovers in one hand and holding her hand with the other. Scott can't help but feel a little like a teenager again. Holding hands, taking walks.
"I miss talking to ants," Scott says and it comes completely out of nowhere. "There's really no reason for me to wear the Ant-Man suit, so I don't. It seems silly to just put it on to talk to ants. That and it'd be weird for me to go out into the park wearing it. They'd probably think I was one of those costumers that go to conventions."
Scott's never been to one, but he's had to drive through convention traffic. That was years ago, though.
Kate felt her stomach twist in the best way as Scott’s hand wrapped around hers. She was positively smitten, and trying her best to keep reign on her feelings. It was a new thing, feeling this way. She hadn’t felt anything like it in years. And it was so good.
“I don’t know if Preya has those kinds of conventions,” Kate said softly. She turned her hand in his and laced their fingers together. Hopefully it wasn’t too bold. “And if you want to talk to ants, you should do it. To hell with what other people think.”
Scott smiles, then gives her hand a squeeze.
"It definitely be easier if I wasn't so ant-sy about getting small again." Scott can't seem to help himself with the bad ant puns. Or bad puns, period. It's probably a natural byproduct of being a father. Like telling bad jokes. Or giving people a hard time, like he already did with Jan.
"Talking with ants is a lot easier when you're the size of one. Mostly because no one's really looking down at the ground for a guy in a weird suit."
The pun brought forth a chuckle from Kate, and a gentle roll of her eyes. Oh, the “dad jokes.” She was going to have to get used to that. Scott was a dad, after all. Kate had never dated a dad before.
“Well, can't you just… shrink down? To talk to them, I mean? Without wearing your uniform?”
"I'm not like Jan, the suit's mandatory," Scott says. He takes the hand with the bag and rubs the side of his nose before setting it back down beside him. "I'm not really shrinking right now unless it's mandatory. My last experience shrinking wasn't exactly a great one. I miss that, too, but not nearly enough to actually do anything about it."
He glances over at Kate and smiles. "Now getting big, that's a totally different story entirely. I'll get big. In fact, I want to get big. Break my last record. Maybe impress that Peter kid."
"The power's all in the suit?" Kate asked, a little surprised. The Scott Lang from her world didn't need a special suit. Nor did his daughter, Cassie. Stature could grow and shrink at will. Well, once she got the hang of it, she could.
Then a grin came to her lips. "Do you and Peter have a rivalry or something in your world?"
"Yeah, the power's all in the suit," Scott says. "I was just around to be Hank's stand-in." At least he was at first. Things had changed since their first mission.
The mention of a rivalry between him and Peter is enough to draw a raised brow from Scott.
"No, I just like impressing people," he says. "And it's way easier to impress kids than it is adults."
"Well, you can consider me impressed, anyway. Plus one to your 'adults' column." Kate squeezed his hand and leaned in a little, pressing her body to the side of his arm. "I'd like to see you in action sometime. Kicking ass and taking names." Kate had always been romantically involved with people who were on the Young Avengers with her. Tommy, Eli, Noh-Varr... the others she'd had relations with hadn't been anything serious.
"What do you think we should do about Cassie?" She asked after a moment. "I mean, do you want me to be there when you tell her about us?"
"I really don't know," Scott admits. "My gut reaction is to tell her one-on-one. There's been some confusing stuff about her mom that's come up recently, and I'm still trying to figure out that. Talking about you and me is probably gonna happen after I've sorted that."
Well, as much as he could sort that.
Kate nodded. "What came up with her mother?" She asked, not really wanting to pry. But if they were going to try and make this work, Kate wanted to make sure she had all the details she needed to do so.
"She just misses her. And Paxton, too. We've talked about how there's no going back, but that knowledge doesn't do much to help adults work their way through it. It's certainly not helping a 9-year old."
Scott, too, misses so many people. Luis, Dave, Kurt, Maggie, Paxton, Hope, Janet, Hank... and sure, there was the hope that someday one of them would show up here, but there weren't any guarantees. Scott wasn't counting on it, so he wasn't going to give Cassie hope where there probably wouldn't be any.
"I feel bad about it sometimes," Scott admits. "She was written in the terms and conditions part of my invitation here. I'm not sure I would have accepted it otherwise."
Kate nodded. There were people she missed, too. America, first and foremost. And Teddy, too, but Billy missed him way more than she ever could. Having Scott and Cassie here, along with Clint and Billy, made this place... quite livable for Kate. She missed her own world a bit, too.
"She was written in? What does that mean?"
"It said that she'd be here, safe and sound," Scott says. "I didn't know what else to do, so I accepted. Seeing Cassie again was the thing I wanted most when I got that invitation. And maybe the people who sent it knew it. I'm just relieved they followed through."
"They played to the things I wanted most, too," Kate admitted. She brought her free hand around so she was holding Scott's in both of hers. "It was... well, I was quite a bit more selfish. I just wanted some time to figure out who I am outside of... well. I wanted to be my own Hawkeye for a while. You know? I had no idea that Clint was going to be here when I got here."
Scott looks down at her, his gaze warm. He doesn't think that it's selfish, but he's not sure that his opinion here matters much anyway.
"Did you figure that out yet?" he asks.
“Maybe.” Kate looked up into his eyes and couldn’t help but smile. “It doesn’t seem to matter anymore. Everything’s changed, now.”
Scott raises a brow at that. "Has it?" he says, lightly. "Do you mean the whole trapped in an entirely different country cloaked by magic thing, or something else?"
After a moment of consideration, Kate responded, "Yes." She tore her eyes from his face to look down at the sidewalk in front of them as they walked, choosing her next words very carefully. It wasn't him that changed things, though she'd be lying if she said that he wasn't part of it.
"Being here makes everything different than it was before. It's... I don't have to separate myself from him."
Even as Kate looks down at the sidewalk, Scott just keeps looking at Kate, searching for some shift in expression.
"So was it just the whole change of scenery that did that for you?"
"I guess so. And... well, I'm not really Hawkeye here. Not the way I was there. The Avengers aren't here, SHIELD isn't breathing down our necks... I don't know." She looked up and caught his eyes on her face. A pink flush spread across her cheeks as she thought about how having him and Cassie had really changed things, too.
"You and Cassie have really helped, too." She admitted softly.
Scott's not really the blushing type, but if he was, he'd probably be blushing right now. That particular admission was a little embarrassing. He barely felt responsible for Cassie, let alone responsible even in part for someone else's happiness.
"I know there's probably parts of you I haven't seen yet," he says. "But I like you the way you are now."
And he's really glad that some good came out of somebody being in this place. So many people seemed unhappy being here. It was nice for once to see someone actually sort-of enjoy it.
“Probably,” Kate replied, still pink. “I certainly hope there are parts of me you haven't seen yet.” She gave him a wink as the punctuation on that tease.
He's not sure if Kate's just being a tease, or is being a tease to masquerade genuine sexual interest. Maybe it was presumptuous to assume Kate was legitimately interested in something more than kissing and hand-holding, but he never imagined that she was interested in him to begin with.
"Maybe at some point I'll get to see them," he says.
Kate’s heart flip flopped, but she tried to cover it. She smirked even brighter as she mirrored her last tease, “I certainly hope you'll get to see them.”
"But I'm still plenty satisfied with what I see now." Scott gives her hand a squeeze. "You wanna stop for a second?"
He nods towards a nearby bench.
Kate nodded, moving toward the bench with him. She ran her thumb over the back of his hand and released it before she sat down.
Scott sits down beside her then carefully sets down the bag of leftovers next to him. His palm is kind of sweaty and warm now from holding Kate's hand, but he finds that he doesn't mind it, the same way he doesn't mind it when Cassie holds his hand even though it's sticky.
"Did you want to?" Scott asks, looking at her. "I'm typically a 'not on the first date' kind of guy, but I really think that this went well, and well... I think I'd be lying if I didn't say I thought about it."
When he asked the question Kate was confused at first. Did she want to what? But he went on, and sure realized what he must be talking about.
The sex. Did she want to do it with him? Duh. Of course she did.
“Well, it's not like we've never met before tonight,” she argued gently. “This is a first date, but it's not really a first date.”
She gave him a sheepish smile. “If it wasn't for Cassie and bedtimes I would have asked you to come home with me an hour ago.”
“I think Cassie can survive without her dad for one night,” Scott says. “And I think I can stay up extra-late every once in awhile.”
Scott smiles.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he informs her.
And then he does.
The little flutter in her heart intensified as Scott leaned in to kiss her. This was probably the best first date of Kate's life, if she was being completely honest. The way he looked at her, the way he smiled, the way his lips felt against hers? It was so natural, and so easy. She felt completely at ease with him.
She returned his kiss, gently, and then stole a few more before finally pulling back.
"My place, then?"
"Yeah," Scott agrees. "But before we do that, do you have any condoms?"
Scott Lang was not exactly expecting the night to end like this.
"Not romantic, I know, but it's pretty important."
Definitely not the most romantic of things, no. But at the same time… Kate didn’t have any at her house, and there was no way that Billy did. (Teddy was, after all, back in their old world.)
Her face fell a little. “No. I don’t have any.” God damnit. She drummed her fingers on the edge of the bench, then turned back to him a moment later.
“Okay, so… we can either scrap it for tonight and be better prepared after date two, or… or we can go back to my place and just…” Her fingertips slowly walked their way over his knee, then up the length of his thigh. “...do everything else? Orrrr…. We can go buy some. Right now. There’s got to be a liquor store open somewhere.”
"You trust my decision-making skills that much, huh?" Scott's still smiling. He has been the last few minutes. He's pretty sure that if his mouth could fall off from smiling too much, it would have fallen off hours ago.
And he really needs that mouth if he wants to do half the things in his head to Kate in the bedroom.
"Let's get condoms."
Kate laughed. “Let’s go.” She popped up to her feet and offered him that same hand whose fingers were trying to tease only moments ago. Once the decision was made, she was ready to go. And smiling. So much smiling. So much flushing. It’d been a long time since she’d… well, she couldn’t remember the last time she got laid. She’d been drunk dancing with America and took some guy home. It felt like forever ago.
There was a liquor store down the street from her apartment building, actually. She prayed to God that it was open. It wasn’t particularly late, so it should be. The thing wasn’t twenty-four hours, though. Thankfully, they made it in in time.
Who would have thought a liquor store would have such an extensive array of condoms in so many different varieties and colors?
Scott turns and grins at Kate as they stand before the display and gestures towards it.
"Do you want ribbed for your pleasure, glow-in-the-dark, or the old standby, standard?"
A gigglesnort bubbled up within Kate, and she couldn’t hide her amusement as he listed the different kinds of condoms the store kept in stock. After quickly composing herself by pressing her lips together tightly, she debated the options.
“I think,” she said, taking the first box from him, “we might,” she took the second box, “need them all eventually.” She took the third box from his hand, then leaned up and in to steal a kiss from his lips.
Scott didn’t realize how much he missed this kind of affection from someone until suddenly he was almost overwhelmed by it. Kate’s lips were nice and she smelled nice and every time she leaned in for a kiss he was reminded of it.
“I think it’s customary for the man to pay for the condoms, though,” he says, as they make their final approach to the register.
Kate was all about the PDA. When she looked someone as much as she liked Scott? there was no stopping it.
She held the boxes back out to him, eyes glinting. “I can't decide if that's sexist or not,” she teased. “But I'll go with it.”
"It's going on my penis," he says. "Seems only fair that I be the one to buy it."
A sleepy-eyed cashier gives him his total, and Scott pushes his card into the slot. The credit card machine beeps unpleasantly, and he pulls it out.
And before long, they're headed back to Kate's place with a plastic bagful of condoms and a bagful of leftovers. It’s not until they’re within sight of the door that Scott speaks again.
"Now seems like a good time to have an adult conversation about what's on the table and off the table tonight."
Thankfully, Billy wasn't around as Kate and Scott filed into the apartment. Kate put the leftovers away and quickly showed Scott to her bedroom. all the furniture was a beautiful, purple wood, and the place was fairly messy.
She turned to him, fingers looping through his as they made their way to the bed.
“I don't own a pair of handcuffs, if that's what you're worried about." Somehow she turned everything into a tease.
Scott sits down on the edge of the bed."I was in handcuffs long enough that I'm not sure if it'd be kinky or traumatizing."
Scott does take a second to ponder that, though. There's no immediate answer, so Scott returns to the conversation at hand.
"I just don't want to do anything to you that's going to make you uncomfortable. Like," he begins, trying to sound casual. "If I wanted to give you oral, would you be okay with that?"
“Only if you let me return the favor.” Kate's fingertips climbed up his stomach toward his chest. She leaned up and in, licking her lips. “Scott, I trust you. Besides, I'll tell you if I want you to stop. Okay?”
"I think you'd enjoy that a lot more with my shirt off," Scott says. He starts to unbutton the nice button-up shirt Jan'd picked out for him. It was way nicer than anything he would have chosen for himself.
Scott’s lips quirk into a smile as he looks up at Kate.
"I think I'd enjoy it if your dress were off, too."
Kate laughed softly. she reached up and unclasped the book and eye of the top of her dress, then turned around so her back was to him.
“I'd enjoy it if you could help me get this dress off.” She turned to grin at him over her shoulder.
“You don’t have to ask twice,” he says, abandoning his own attempt to unbutton his shirt in lieu of zipping her out of her own. He pulls the zipper down with an audible sound. “Honestly, I don’t know how women manage to get their dresses on if they’re always asking their partners to unzip them when they bed them.”
Scott knows he’s probably talking too much, but he can’t help it. It’s weird, because yeah, he could be chatty before and during sex, but never this much. It may have just been nervous energy searching for some escape.
He needed to figure out some way to turn it off and decides maybe it was better if he kept his mouth busy with other things. So while she’s standing there right in front of him, he plants his lips against the little space right where jaw meets ear and kisses her.
There first, then a little lower. And a little lower still, until his kisses take him down to her neck.
He should probably stop there and give her some time to slip out of her dress, and so he does.
Kate's eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips. It was so good to be touched this way. It had been far too long.
While he occupied himself with her neck, Kate drew the dress down her arms and let it fall to the floor in a pool around her ‘fuck me’ heels. Then her hands slowly lifted to his collar to tug his shirt down off his body.
The shirt comes off easily enough, and Scott busies himself with removing his slacks. He's so eager to get out of them that the heel of his foot catches on the waistband of his jeans as he tugs them off. Thankfully, his finely-honed sense of balance rights him before he can end up with a faceful of floor.
Scott tosses his slacks on the ground, then looks over at Kate and takes in the sight of her. Every inch of Kate is gorgeous. He knew this before they wound up back at her apartment half-naked; he'd seen her in a bathing suit back when they all went to the beach and Jan had his body wearing that ridiculous swimsuit. But now he could fully appreciate the sight of it without it potentially seeming weird and creepy.
He's pretty sure that Kate wouldn't think it was weird or creepy at all now.
"I love your underwear," he says, and he truly does. There's no nicer sight than a woman in cute underwear. "But why don't we get you out of it?"
He slips his thumbs beneath the waistband of either side of her panties and waits for Kate's signal of approval.
And once he has it, he tugs them down.
Kate was incredibly proud of her undergarments. Purple satin, with black lace. There was a bit of a worry out might show under her lavender dress, but luckily enough the dress was lined.
When he said he loved them (but wanted them off) Kate laughed. Softly, happily, gently. Then she took a half step closer, the dress tangling between her shoes, and nodded. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
While his fingers moved to her underwear, Kate’s arms wrapped up and around his shoulders. One of her hands tangled in his hair and she kissed him, blushing, as her underwear slipped down over her hips to fall to the floor.
Once the underwear is off, Scott hooks his arms behind her legs and lifts her up off the ground, then sets her down on the edge of the bed.
His lips stay hooked on hers as he blindly parts her legs. He slides a hand between them, his middle finger pressing past her labia.
She’s wet. It doesn’t particularly surprise him (except is also sort-of does); he’s hard and he’s pretty sure (no, he’s positive) that it shows through his boxer briefs. Is he moving too fast? Scott’s not sure. He prefers to think of himself as enthusiastic to please, because right now, he wants to please her with his 20 years of accumulated experience.
Maybe older men did have something to bring to the table.
Scott pulls his mouth away from hers, and nuzzles his nose against her neck. When he finally lifts it, his mouth is close enough that his breath is warm on her skin.
“You’re gorgeous, by the way,” he says. It seemed important to say, especially right now, when his finger had found its way onto her clit.
He was pretty perfect. His twenty years of experience showed; Kate wasn't used to being worshipped like a goddess. All of her past experiences were clumsy fumbling and sloppy, drunken banging. This was definitely fooling around, but this wasn't fucking--at least, not yet.
Kate clung to him as he carried her, kissed him back hungrily, and gasped when his fingers found her every sensitive spot. She moaned-- she actually moaned--as his fingers circled her clit. “You don't have to butter me up now, Scott.” Her voice came out in a breathy laugh. “You've already got me in bed.”
Her hand trailed down his chest toward those bulging boxer briefs, where her fingers tucked themselves inside the waistband, teasingly slowly.
Scott loves it when the women he's with moan. He can't help but feel a jolt at pride every time he hears a woman make a noise (they make such varied noises) or every time he sees them bite their lip or tense or curl their toes. Women were great. Really great.
"I'm not buttering you up," Scott says. "Buttering you up would have been me telling you you're gorgeous before my hand is between your legs."
Kate's fingers are so close to his penis that he can feel the warmth radiating from them. God, he wants her hand on his penis so much right now. He tries hard to ignore Kate's teasing hand so he can focus on showing Kate a good time.
Good time for Kate first, then good time (hopefully) for them both afterwards.
Oh, it was already a good time for Kate. And she had a feeling it was only going to get better. It’d been so long since she’d been touched like this, she was getting riled up embarrassingly fast. Heat was already flooding her body, and she was having a hard time controlling her breathing.
Her fingers slipped further into his underwear, brushing against him--the hair there. The hard length pushing at the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs. Kate turned to nuzzle her face against his body: any part she could reach really. She wanted to kiss him, but the gasping was making it difficult. She wanted to focus on the pleasure and let it rise, but there needed to be banter. That’s just how Kate rolled.
“Ha-have I mentioned how s-sexy your underwear is, too?” She’d seen him in that tiny swimsuit, but this was so much better.
Scott briefly looks down. His own underwear strangely hadn't even been a subject of concern for him. Maybe it's because he didn't obsess over what to wear beneath the slacks and just grabbed the first pair his hands found after his shower. He's happy, at least, that they're clean and don't have a fingertip-sized hole in them. He should really throw that pair out.
"No," he says. "You didn't, but maybe I'll find something nicer for next time."
Now he actually had an excuse. And maybe he'd have the frivolous spending money to finance that particular purchase. Scott wasn't particularly eager to spend on himself, not when Cassie was in the picture.
Scott removes his finger from her clit, and sticks his finger into his mouth to taste her. If he can manage it, he'll be tasting her direct from the source soon enough.
"I'm going to be quiet for awhile, but feel free to keep talking," he says, moving around. This shift in position is going to mean his penis is going to be out of range of Kate's gifted hands, but he'll try to handle it. If worst came to worse, he could pull himself off while he gave her oral. He'd done it before, but man, that had required some coordination Scott thinks he can manage tonight.
As Kate's hand slips out of his underwear, his hand catches it just in time for him to press her fingers to his lips. He lets it go, then settles down into a position where he can easily place his face between her thighs.
And then he does. He gently parts her labia with his middle and forefinger, then lets his mouth venture right to the nub his finger had been focused on before. His tongue runs over it with light vertical licks from bottom to top.
She tastes really good. That's probably a weird thing to say, so he's not going to say it. But he does think it.
So, Scott was legit ridiculously good at this. His hands knew where to go, his body knew what to do. Kate actually whimpered when he pulled away, eyes opening to look up at him. She stretched her legs for a moment, enjoying the tension that was building in them, and then laughed softly. "I'm not sure I'm going to be doing much talking."
He moved down her body, and Kate's breath caught in her throat. Then she felt his face between her legs, and his tongue against her, and her toes curled. One of her hands threaded in his hair, gently, fingertips running along his scalp. His last few words seemed to mean that he wanted to hear her talking, so she gave out a soft string of "oh, God"s as her body tensed and grew hot with his every attention.
"More," she added--almost pleading--at his attentions. "Please, more."
Scott is painfully hard right now, but her getting off is on some level getting him off. It probably doesn't make sense to the sort of guy who was just eager to stick it in, but every little moan, every little tremble, every little tug of his hair aroused Scott in a way that Pornhub could not.
One of his hands reaches up and finds her breast; his thumb runs along her nipple before he gives it a little pinch. Scott suddenly wishes he had two mouths, because he wanted a mouth on her breast almost as much as he wanted his face between her legs.
Two mouths would have been absolutely amazing. Hey, while they were at it, why not three? One for each breast. Kate gasped and bucked just a little, her pleasure rising to the surface. It was almost a little embarrassing how much she wanted him--wanted this--how quickly it happened. Normally she wouldn’t have enjoyed it this hard, this fast. Then again, all of her past lovers had been novices in comparison.
Kate’s eyes closed once more and she focused on the sensations, the pleasure. Her brow furrowed as she willed it to increase. She wanted to come. She needed it. And then, suddenly, it happened: her pleasure reached its climax, bursting forth and spilling over. She gasped, her body going rigid with pleasure, then a slow wave of heat pushed its way through her body, starting at her core and moving down her limbs.
Scott feels a mix of pride and extreme arousal at Kate's response. There was nothing Scott loved more than making a woman cum.
Well, as far as sex acts were concerned, anyway.
He pulls away, wipes his mouth off with the back of her hand, then settles back down on the bed beside her. He presses his lips to the space where neck meets shoulder. God, she really is beautiful. In clothes or out of them.
"We didn't even need the condoms," Scott says, once he's finally pulled his lips away.
Breathing hard, body humming, Kate gave a little laugh at his words. She lazily flopped one arm over to bring her fingertips to the side of his face. "You're not gonna tell me you're finished, are you?" When she looked over at him, there were stars in her eyes, and dimples in her cheeks.
"I'm not about to make assumptions," Scott says, smiling back at her. His hand finds its way to the side of her face. He strokes it a little with his thumb. God, her skin is so soft. "Sometimes that's enough to wear a woman out."
"It's not entirely fair, though." Kate turned her face toward him to look up into his eyes for a moment. He was so handsome and warm, and yet goofy at the same time. Kate was falling in love with his smile. To distract herself from those silly thoughts, she nuzzled her nose against his. She was a little sweaty, incredibly spent and happy, but thinking about him now. Thinking about his needs. "I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I have."
Scott doesn't mind the sweat at all. He'd managed to rack up some sweat himself. It was hard not to get a little overheated with your face in between someone's thighs.
"There's going to be plenty of time for that to happen." At least Scott hopes there'll be.
"There is." Kate leaned up and in to kiss him again. She didn't mind the taste of herself on his lips, the sweat between them. She just wanted more of him--a little unable to believe this was really happening.
Her hand moved over his chest and down his stomach again, moving toward those sexy (and thankfully hole-less) boxer briefs. It was probably just about time to get those off.
“But I’m not going to object if you want to do something before then,” Scott says, enjoying the feel of her fingers over him. God, if her hands feel this nice just on his stomach, he can’t imagine how they’re going to feel once they’re on his cock.
Kate gave a little chuckle at his words. “You’d better not object.” She grinned as her lips found his jawline, then his neck. Fingertips wiggled their way into the waistband of his boxers, then moved further south. “I’d be very offended.”
Scott'd already been semi-hard before her hand touched his penis, but now he was fully erect.
"I changed my mind about there being plenty of time," he says almost immediately.
Kate laughed. “Well, all right, then. Let's get these off.” She reached down with both hands to help him slip out of his underwear, then propped herself on one elbow and brought her free hand over to wrap around his head length. It felt amazing to make him this way. The power she had to arouse him was both exciting and flattering.
“And now that I'm fully distracting you with my hands on your penis I have to ask. Do you remember where we put the condoms?”
Tingly little sparks are already going off in Scott's head when he realizes Kate's talking to her. He attempts to refocus, and only barely manages to do just in time for him to realize Kate's asking about the condoms.
"I think they're on the floor." Really, he can't remember anything right now, and he's pretty sure if he tries to think any harder with Kate's hand on his penis, he's just going to end up giving himself an aneurysm.
“Mmm. The floor’s so far away.” Kate purred, bringing her lips to his neck. While she slowly kissed her way down his body--neck first, then collarbone, then his chest and stomach--her fingertips continued to stroke up and down his length, teasingly. Then her hand wrapped completely around him for some more powerful movements.
Kate spent long moments enjoying the feel of his stomach against her lips and cheek before moving even further down the bed.
She wanted to return the favor, afterall.
Scott feels a wave of pleasure work its way up his spine as her lips work her way down his body. The tips of his ears tingle when her hand wraps around his cock.
When did he become a high school kid again? He wasn't used to his body reacting this quickly to something like that.
"You're seriously a tease, you know that?" he manages to get out, just before she descends further down.
Kate gave a soft chuckle, and she would have responded, though now her mouth was occupied with other things. She took him deep into her mouth, eyes closed, and hummed as she started to move her head against him. It felt good to do something to him that she knew he would enjoy.
Scott lets out a little gasp of pleasure. Yeah, he's definitely enjoying this. His hand reaches down for her hair (god, he loves her hair) and he attempts to comb his fingers through it.
Attempts being the key word here. Focusing on anything except his throbbing erection and Kate's mouth on it is close to impossible right now.
"That feels really good," he tells her breathily. Eloquent, he thinks to himself. "Just keep -- just keep," he attempts as his body shudders a little in response to her movement. "Just keep doing that."
Kate was by no means a virgin, but she'd only had a handful of sexual partners. She thought she was fairly good at what she did, though. She'd never had any complaints. Even now she was getting the reaction she'd been hoping for. She purred, continuing with her mouth against him. Up and down. In and out. Her tongue slurped along the bottom and swirled around the top.
She didn't want him to finish this way, she just wanted to make him crazy. Then they could put those condoms to good use.
Scott stiffens and he can feel his toes curl up in pleasure, just like they do every. single. time. The telltale fireworks are going off and thoughts are hard to manage, let alone words.
Words. Come out, he urges himself.
"I am like," Scott breathes with a shudder. "About twenty seconds from coming -- cuming right in your mouth, so if that's not your thing..."
He means to finish that sentence, but it basically took a miracle for him to that much out.
Kate pulled his length from her mouth and gave a little laugh. "I mean... we could do it that way if you want to." She started kissing her way back up his stomach again. "But then... those poor condoms would go to waste." Not exactly. They could use them another time. But Kate was hoping to get to use them now.
"I'm pretty sure if I slip myself inside of you right now, I'm going to blow my load almost immediately." Not a fun time for Kate, at any rate. "Just give me some time to cool down."
Scott looks up at the ceiling and tries to think of something that isn't Kate or her hand on her cock or her mouth on his cock or his cock inside of her.
He just needs to stop thinking about his cock, but it's so hard not to when it's throbbing with need.
“Okay.” Kate, thrilled that she was able to make him so crazy, rolled off him completely and laid down against her pillow. Grinning. She stretched out her legs, pointing her toes, and closed her eyes. The feel of his warm body laying beside hers was comforting. "You can go get the condoms in the meantime."
"Glow-in-the-dark?" he asks, crawling off to the side of the bed. "I've got a pretty mean visual of my penis as a lightsaber." He manages to catch the bag handle with the end of his index finger without actually having to leave the bed. He pulls it close enough for him to stretch out and grab the glow-in-the-dark box of condoms.
He looks over at Kate.
"Are we going lightside or dark?"
Kate snorted at that thought. "A lightsaber? Really? You want to cut and cauterize me from the inside out?" Talk about unsexy things. Kate flipped some hair over her shoulder--the fancy updo that she'd worked so hard on was flopping all over the place now. Luckily, her hair was still sexy, even when it was a complete mess.
"Well, it just wouldn't do to use glow-in-the-dark condoms with all the lights on, now would it?" She climbed off the bed, legs still a little wobbly, and moved to the light switch. One flick, and the room was flooded with darkness. She climbed back to the bed, bumping straight into him as she did so.
"Not cauterize," Scott insists. "I intend to give you intense pleasure. The kind of pleasure the Jedi probably get from wielding a lightsaber in combat."
Okay, that wasn't a very convincing argument.
Scott slips on a green condom. Light Side tonight. He was being really good. He just manages to tug it on as Kate turns off the lights. True to the packaging's promise, it glows. Just not as satisfyingly bright as Scott hoped it would. When Kate fumbles into bed, he reaches out for her, and pulls her close.
"My lap work for you?" he asks. "Or do you have some other position you prefer?"
He's trying to be conscientious.
Kate laughed. “Sure. That kind of pleasure.” The glow-in-the-dark condom was pretty ridiculous, but it seemed to make them both really happy. And then she was pulled close against him, her own arms seeking his body. She swallowed.
“No, your lap is fine,” she agreed, leaning in to nuzzle her nose into his cheek. “Here.” As she moved to straddle him, she brought his hands to her hips. “Guide me.”
Scott is happy to guide her, and when he feels himself slip inside her, he tenses for just a fraction of a section before he finally relaxes.
Before she can move, he presses his lips to her neck and kisses her. Once, twice, three times. They're not kisses of passion, but the chaste sort of kisses that he hopes relays exactly how much affection he feels for her. Not just now, but for weeks upon weeks before this first date.
Kate could feel his body tensing underneath her, and understood. She'd done this a few times before, and she'd been with younger men. The kind who tensed, tried to think unsexy thoughts, and then lost control before she'd had a chance to enjoy herself. But Scott wasn't like that at all--he had so much more control. And she'd already finished tonight, so everything else was icing on the cake as far as she was concerned.
The kisses were really nice. She blushed just a little, and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his body against hers, his lips on her neck, his hard heat deep inside. And then she started to move against him.
As Kate shifts her body Scott's hands find her breasts, thumbs gently rolling over the nub of her nipple. Some guys tend to shut their eyes in the midst of coitus, but Scott's pretty sure he couldn't take his eyes off Kate if he tried. Even when he lets out a little gasp of pleasure, he still manages to keep his eyes open and on her.
There's so much affection in how he looks at her, and it shows in his face, even when her body rocks against his in just the right way and just remembering how to breathe feels like an exercise in the impossible.
God, she's great. The greatest. And Scott's 100% sure that even if she weren't riding his cock, he'd still be thinking that right now. Because Kate really was. Even if she didn't know it.
It was one of those times--those few and far between times--when Kate felt things building for a second time. She loved the way their parts fit together like puzzle pieces. She loved the way it was both so easy and so natural to move against him like this. She loved the way his face looked as he watched her above him.
After a little while of the gentle rocking and bouncing, the moving and pressing, Kate decided she wanted more. She gave his chest a gentle shove, pushing him back down against the pillows, and repositioned her legs around him so she could ride him quite a bit harder and faster. Because the pleasure was building, and she wanted to come again.
Scott is happy to be shoved around by Kate, and somehow when he shifts from sitting up to laying down, his dick throbs with sudden, unexpected pleasure.
"Ohh, Kate."
If he had the presence of mind to be embarrassed, he would be; his words came out in a half-moaning warble. Still, he manages to hold out, to let his dick enjoy the warm comfort of her cunt as long as he can.
Kate gave a gentle, happy, high-pitched whimper when she heard him moan her name. Warmth burst through her, spreading from where their bodies connected, making her shiver and shudder. She gasped, trying her best to keep it under control, toes curling against the bedspread as she picked up speed and pressure.
“I’m… I’m gonna come again…” She breathed. She was so hot, so tense, so full of pleasure.
Her words are encouragement enough for Scott to hold off. He starts playing UNO in his head. That’s his go-to whenever he’s getting too close to cumming. Watching his mind turn over numbers and those draw-four cards somehow worked.
Or at least it usually did.
Scott begins to quiver, and he reaches out for Kate with a sudden urgency, and pulls her impossibly close. He lets out warm, shuddery breaths and then --
-- he cums. He lets out a moan, then sets his face down against her shoulder, his back arching slightly with every heavy breath he takes.
Scott kisses the side of her neck, then sets his face down on Kate’s shoulder again.
Thankfully, Scott held off for just long enough. This was one of those moments that only happened in porn films. Kate was urged over the edge by his clinging to her, and a second climax rocked her body--right at the same time that his took him. They climaxed together, and though it was quite a bit less powerful as the first one, Kate was still impressed by it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d finished twice in one night.
She gave a pleased, soft whimper as her muscles started relaxing, then let her body rest against his again. A little grin crossed her lips and she nuzzled into the side of his head.
“That was pretty good.”
"That was more than pretty good," Scott says, leaning into her even more. He's slick with sweat and he's aware that it's probably pretty gross, but he doesn't want to let go of her. Not quite yet.
Eventually, though, he has to, and he slips out of her, then carefully tugs off the condom. Scott's still holding it when he looks over at Kate.
"I really wish I could stay the night," he says. He really does.
Kate relaxed down against the bed after he pulled out and off, every muscle in her body relaxing down against the pillows and comforter. She inhaled deeply and gave a great sigh. Happy. Content. Satisfied.
And a little sad. Because he had to go home. She wished they could fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, but that just wasn’t in the cards for today. So Kate sat up on her elbows. “I wish you could, too.”
After a quick beat, she nodded. “There are some tissues on the bedside table. You uh… you wanna take a shower before you go?” Not that she wanted to get rid of him, but… maybe he should go back home to Cassie not sweaty and stinking of sex.
"Yeah, yeah," Scott agrees. He gets up to dump the condom in the trash, then grabs a few tissues to clean up. Sure, he's just about to take a shower, but he doesn't exactly like the feel of his own cum on him, and the sooner he can get that wiped up, the better.
As soon as he's done cleaning up the best he can with a handful of Kleenex, he looks over his shoulder and over at Kate.
"Did you wanna join me?"
Kate broke into a bright grin at the offer, and pulled herself up off the bed. “I thought you’d never ask. C’mon.” She took hold of his hand to drag him off to the shower.