Whoa I cut this one down to the wire... um also these are supposed to be short, but this one ran away with me, like ran away from me -down the hill and over the river straight to a motel swimming pool. I will be posting this to AO3 as well. Link is Here. Cause damn-it I’m proud of this little PWP piece. But onto the warning NSFW as HELL!!! Like it’s just straight smut. Oh crap.
It’s SethKate, post-Amura, at the pool, at night with alcohol and their alone... that’s all the Math I should have to do. I hope you guys enjoy it. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s “...Ready for it” My music tastes are all over the place, but this one just hit me between the eyes as SethKate. Happy September! Love to my Loves!!
...Ready for it?
It was just after midnight and she was floating in the pool with her hair splayed out behind her occasionally kicking her legs or sweeping her arms to stay afloat. While the pool was technically closed, the manager of the nearly vacant motel didn’t give a shit and neither did they. The moon was full and its light was enough to illuminate the entire patio. He was on his fourth beer lounging in a pool chair wearing the pair of gaudy swim trunks that Kate had bought him a month ago. She was often restless as night sometimes it was nightmares and sometimes it was adrenalin, with the score they just pulled off he was guessing it was the latter. Even with the sun down, it was still well over 80 degrees and this was the reason he hated pulling jobs in Arizona, too damn hot. He finished off the beer and snagged another from the cooler, this was the fucking life though: cold beer, a good score pulled off like clockwork, and…
“Can I have my drink?” Kate called out getting his attention. “Please.”
He looked her as she leaned on the edge of the pool. The angle allowed him to see too much of her in that barely-there black string bikini. He snagged her a hard lemonade, she’d been a kick lately, but held it just out of her reach.
“Seth.” She complained reaching for it again as he swung the bottle back and forth like a pendulum.
He smirked, “You know legally, you’re not supposed to be drinking.”
“Because underage drinking is the most illegal thing I do.” She pushed herself partly out of the pool and attempted to get the bottle again.
He watched droplets of water roll down her neck and between the valley of her breasts, as she leaned towards him pulling the bottle from his hand. She took a long drink and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her lips wrapped around that bottle. She caught him staring so as she finished drinking, she kept her eyes locked with his. She ran her tongue over the bottle’s rim, before handing it back to him.
“Decided that you like those huh?” He asked.
“Not as much as I liked the champagne we had last night, but it’ll do. Better than that crappy beer you drink.” She was wearing the diamond choker that he’d snagged out of a safe from one of the dead lords’ mansions and it glinted in the moonlight.
Fuck. Her in that bikini wearing that necklace made him think of the last time that she’d worn it and that’s all she’d been wearing at the time. “You want me to go get us a bottle of champagne?” He really didn’t want her answer to be yes, what he wanted…
“Champagne’s not what I’m in the mood for.” Her expression became a little more deviant as she slowly shook her head.
“No?” He questioned, silently thanking whatever was up there, because oh how he loved that little expression of hers and what it normally meant. “Whatcha in the mood for, Princess?”
“Get your ass in this pool and find out.” She pushed herself away from the pool and splashed him as she kicked her legs.
He slipped into the water and swam up to her catching her in an instant pinning her arms to her sides. “Oh now you’re in trouble.”
“Am I?” She questioned. “What’s the big bad Gecko gonna do to me, now that I’m at his mercy?” She wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her hips and no doubt feeling how hard he already was.
He groaned, kissing her shoulder before trailing his mouth up her neck, suckling, and nipping as he went, relishing her frustrated sounds.
“Seth.” She tried to move against him again, but he pressed her against the pool wall, trapping her between the cement barrier and his hard body.
His tongue found the diamond choker. “Do you know what it does to me when you wear this?” He kept mapping her skin with his mouth until he reached her ear, nosing at it gently to get her to turn her head. He kissed that spot just below her ear and she squirmed in his arms. “I asked you a question, Baby Girl.”
“If you like it so much, why won’t you let me wear it when we’re on a job?” Even breathless and all hot and bothered, she still had all her sass.
She let out a surprised yelp as he spun her around to face away from him, flattening her palms against the rough cement as he blanketed her body with his. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue as he growled, “Because bending you over a bank manager’s desk and fucking your brains out during a robbery is very unprofessional.” She whined and flexed her ass against his hardening cock, but instead of letting her get the friction she was after he crushed her against the stone wall.
“Seth.” She whimpered.
He grinned against her skin, teeth grazing the delicate skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He peppered kisses back up her neck, languidly taking his time enjoying the taste of her skin and sweat. “I want to make you feel so good, Princess, I really want to.” He blew over her ear, his heated breath making gooseflesh race over her exposed skin. “But I need something from you. Can you do something for me, Kate?”
“Anything.” She panted, straining her neck to try to capture him in a kiss. She was too tempting with that wanton expression in her eyes and let himself succumb to her for just a moment, kissing her deeply. Their tongues danced, beer and hard lemonade no doubt mingling, but all he drank in was her; her taste and the pure intoxication that fogged up his brain nearly every time they kissed.
“Be careful throwing the word ‘anything’ around, could get you in trouble, Princess.”
“I trust you.” She assured him, “What do you need from me, Handsome?”
God as cheesy as that nickname was, he loved to hear it from her breathless lips; he nuzzled her temple. “I want you to keep as still as possible. I want you to keep yourself braced against the edge of this pool, palms flat on the concrete, while I touch you, while I strip you, while I get you off and if you’re good through all of those things... I’ll fuck you, ‘til you beg me to stop. You think you can handle that? That gonna be too much for you?”
“You have no idea the things we do in my dreams.” Kate arched her neck granting him better access, “Do your worst.”
He bit down a little harder on the crook of her neck, making her squirm as he dragged his fingers up her arms. He slipped both hands under the water to knead her breasts, his knuckles scraping against the concrete. He moved away just enough to give himself some maneuvering room, impressed that she kept herself pinned to the wall, without his weight. He kept one hand on one of her breasts while the other untied the knot at the nape of her neck. “Come on back just a bit.” He coaxed smoothly his voice contrasting his actions as he yanked down her top, “That skin is so delicate, don’t want it scratched up.”
He teased her nipples, working her with one hand while the other danced over her entire body. He palmed at her thighs, groped her ass, and gripped her hip, thrusting against her… “Fuck Seth, I want…Fuck please, I need you.” She sobbed and with only two pieces of fabric between them, her cries only made him harder; want her more, if that was possible. He wanted to pull himself out of his swim trunks, haul her bikini to the side and fuck her in that instant; abandon his earlier plan, but this was an exercise in patience. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” He soothed pressing his palm to her back and dragging it down her spine. He untied the second knot, clenching the top in his fist before setting in front of her. He kissed her cheek and she turned her face kissing him wildly, her body trembling, no doubt, from the effort of keeping herself still. “You are so beautiful. Christ the things you fucking do to me.” He untied the last two knots of her suit as he kissed her. When he dropped the second piece of fabric in front of her, he braced his arm over her chest but eliminating the space between their bodies as he slid a finger inside of her. “Fuck, how are you so wet already? Do I do that to you, Princess? Make you wet with just a few touches? Oh Baby Girl, this is gonna be so good for you. Let me be good to you.”
She tilted her hips a little, trying to get his finger in her deeper, “I swear to god, Seth, sometimes I think you could get me off with your mouth.”
He chuckled low, sucking the part of her neck he’d bit down on her earlier as he added a second finger. “Princess, I know I can get you off with my mouth. I can make you see God with my mouth. I’ve proven it, you were there.” He rutted against her as he worked her with his fingers, teasing and plundering her. “But you want me to get you off by talking dirty sometime, you just let me know.” She was already clenching around his fingers and her sounds were purely primal. “There you go... You can let go. I’ve got you.” He flicked her clit with thumbs and she arched against him.
“Holy hell, Seth!” She gasped as she came apart, her hips moving to the rhythm of his hand, but her hands were steadfast against that concrete.
“So pretty when you cum.” He rumbled into her wet hair. “Knowing I make you feel that good and I’m the only one that’s ever made you feel this good...Fuck you’re better than any drug; so much better than anything that I could put into my veins.” His hands started to wander over her skin again, coax her back up instead of letting her come down completely, he wanted her wild and hungry. He wanted to hear his name fall off her lips again, hear her ravenous. “I love you, Kate. Fuck I don’t know how I’m so lucky to have you, but fucking hell, I love you.”
“I love you too.” She echoed breathlessly before flexing her fingers. “I was so good, Seth.” She rolled her hips rubbing her ass against his dick. “Now make good on your deal. Fuck me ‘til I beg you to stop.”
He lifted her hands over her head, entwining their finger together, lifting her up just enough that when he lowered his head he could capture her nipple in his mouth. He licked and lapped until she started to struggle in his hold, so he let her hands go, sucking on her tit as she dug her fingers into his hair.
“Yes, yes, oh my god please.” She mewed. Fuck, she was more wound up than he realized. He switched to her other breast, paying it equal attention. She hooked him with one of her legs, forcing them closer. “I want you inside me, now! I’m supposed to be begging you to stop not begging to get going.” She growled using her feet to push down his shorts. “Show me what you got.”
He should have paused a million reasons, a condom being the most logical one, but instead, he kicked his shorts the rest of the way off and slammed into her. It was way too fast and he shouldn’t have buried himself so deep inside her so fast, but she dug her nails into his shoulders and screeched out a string of obscenities that could have made him blush. He kept his arm between her and the wall as he slammed into her over and over with her pleading with him for more. He tried to slow down, but it only made her restart her mantra of, “Harder, baby, please I want it harder.”
Her walls constricted on his cock and he bit down on the inside of his cheek as she shrieked out his name. He kept moving through her orgasm, not letting up instead forcing a hand between them flicking her clit between their bodies. She sobbed out something that sounded like, ‘no more,’ but it only made him shove into her harder, “What was that, Princess? Thought I was supposed to show you what I got.”
“I…I can’t…I…” She threw her head back, shaking it back and forth.
“Sure you can. I know you want to cum for me again.” He kissed her exposed throat, as he snapped his hips again. “Third time’s the charm, right? Cum for me again, Princess, take me with you this time.”
She writhed against him her nails stinging against the flesh of his back; he’d proudly show off those red stripes in the morning light. She tried to match him stroke for stroke, but their pace was starting to fall apart; she too hot, felt too good for him to keep up the pace. She suddenly grabbed his face, forcing him to look into her eyes, “I want you to cum with me, please Seth. You know I’m yours: your lover, your family, your partner, I’m your home. Be mine like I’m yours.”
He wasn’t the kind of guy that lost control during sex, he wasn’t. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the most controlled person when it came to initiating sex and there was a time that he’d fall into bed with almost anyone, but the act of sex itself, he controlled himself. He knew what was going on and what his body was doing at all times, he didn’t lose control when he was with a woman. But having Kate’s hands on his face, hearing her confession, feeling her quaking around him, and staring into her eyes; he lost it. A few more erratic thrusts and her screaming his name and he spilled himself inside of her. He was shaking but managed to lean his back against the wall, panting into her shoulder.
“Shouldn’t have done that.” He huffed reality catching up just a bit.
Kate ran her fingers through his hair, “First of all don’t kill my orgasm-buzz, I want to go back to the room and fall into a sex-coma. Secondly, I am on the pill. Thirdly, birth control aside, I’m at the most infertile point of my cycle. Not ovulating so no babies.” She pinched his ear, “Can we go back to the room and be post-sex cuddly now?”
“I think I can manage that.” Seth got out of the pool and pulled Kate up with him. He snatched a towel from the chair wrapping it around her and scooping up her suit, before pulling his own back on. “Come on.” He kissed the top of her head and they made their way back to their room.
They paused by Richie’s room the TV was up so loud you could hear it through the closed door. Kate cocked her head to the side, “You think he’s okay? He’s got such good hearing that I normally can’t hear it when he’s watching it by himself.”
Seth knocked his knuckles against the door and it jerked open almost instantly, Richie did not look amused. Before Seth could ask what the hell the problem was Richie informed him. “Most people have sex in their rooms, that’s what hotel rooms are for.”
“Oh God!” Kate pressed herself against Seth’s back to hiding herself more completely. “What did you see?”
“Enough. I’ve been debating on compelling myself to forget what I’ve seen, but I’ve walked in on Seth so many times over the course of our lives that I’m concerned I’ll think I’m fourteen again.” Richie turned the TV off and pushed by Seth. “You two enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Where are you going?” Seth questioned.
“Dinner, now that I can actually leave without feeling the need to impale my ear drums with an ice pick.” Richie waved them off and took off in the car.
“Well that was…” Kate fidgeted behind him, clearly still mortified. “He’s not really mad is he?”
“Naw.” Seth opened their door for her but slammed it shut behind him. He yanked the towel away from her making her yelp as he pressed her up against the door. “Best part is,” He kept his eyes on hers as he dropped to his knees and spread her legs. “I get to make you scream again.”
oops? I mean it’s the song’s fault. This was not my plan for today
Me too for being curious about SethnKate prompts idea. I got one for you. Jane the Virgin au...Seth hijacks Kate's pregnancy. Poor Kate winks Seth is pissed till he meets his baby momma haha
Sweet, Sweet Anon… I don’t know if I came up with what you imagined, but @thespianreveur started discussing your prompt and it turned into a 12part RomCom piece. 1st one I’ve ever dared to write so babes, thank you for the challenge :) All the Ice Cream and Horchata for you. It’ll be posted on AO3 as well here.
Seth never planned on any of this: not the sweet little, virgin church girl, who’s got more attitude than people expect; not her moving in with him and his family and certainly not his baby she’s intent on having. He’s going to have to figure out how this woman and his child are going to fit into his life; does he even want them to?
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”
AU so no supernatural stuffs. And we get to keep Uncle Eddie :)
Also fair warning Seth is completely the ‘King of Swearing" in this chapter. And Anon - if you read this: Man, I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but holy crap I really hope you like it.
Prologue: Love is patient; Seth Gecko is not
He was pacing outside of the entrance to the city park trying to remind himself, that he wasn’t actually a suicidal person, he just occasionally did dangerous things, when he was younger. He was however giving some consideration to throwing himself over the bridge and into the oncoming traffic, because that felt pretty fitting for his current situation. He wasn’t supposed to be dealing with this shit. After going to prison and realizing that his life was going to be damn grind until he died, he made a responsible decision. He was fucking responsible! He made a good decision, but the fucking state of goddamn Texas and his bitch of an ex-wife and her friend had circumvented it. This was ridiculous. He didn’t need any of this shit.
.:.
Vanessa Styles was standing on his porch with her hands shoved in her pockets, looking like literal hell. In fact, if she hadn’t picked a fight with Richard immediately, he might have had a civil conversation with her, but she did pick the fight so he wasn’t civil.
“What the hell do you want?” He demanded.
“We need to talk.” She shifted on her feet and that made him nervous, because Vanessa was the picture of confidence even when she was rattled.
Seth ushered her off the porch and into the driveway over by her car, away from his Uncle’s and his brother’s possible eavesdropping. “So talk.”
“There’s no easy way for me to say this.” She bit down on her lip and covered her stomach with her hands.
“You ain’t knocked up and if you are, it ain’t mine. I got snipped remember? I ain’t having no brats.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I got that shit tested too, I’m firing blanks. And the last time we fucked I didn’t even finish inside of you even with the condom on. I’m not stupid enough to…”
“I stole your sperm sample.” She cut him off and explained in a rush, “My friend Sonja’s a nurse at the clinic where you had the procedure done and I remembered that you were required to give a sample before you…anyway, she had it delivered to my office.”
He could feel roar in his ears. He’d never hit a woman before even if she threw the first punch, but the more Vanessa talked the more he was thinking about it.
“…She was supposed to help me after hours…”
“You knocked yourself up with my sperm?!? What the fucking fuck is wrong with you?!? Are you completely mental? Christ you railed for years about Richie being crazy, but this takes the damn cake.” He was yelling loud enough that anyone within a mile radius must have heard him. “I want no part of whatever…”
“I’m not pregnant. I wanted to be; I wanted this for us.” She reached for his arm, but he jerked away from her. “I wanted us to be a family; build something together. But there was a mix-up.” She choked up, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.
“What kind of mix up?” He was starting to calm down, if this was her just telling him that his potential kids wouldn’t be born, he was perfect fine with that. Some people were just too messed up to try and raise kids. Fuck his own father had been one of those people. Even his mother had just up and left one day and if it hadn’t been for Eddie taking him and Richie in…Vanessa didn’t answer, instead she started to fidget with her hands, “It ain’t a cocktail drink, Vanessa. Define mixed up.”
“There was another girl at the clinic at the end of the night and the charts got mixed up, I didn’t even know it was your sample… and I inseminated someone else.”
"What?“ He managed barely above a whisper. He clenched his fists at his sides and reminded himself again, that he didn’t hit women. He didn’t hit women; he wasn’t a wife-beater, even if she was his ex-wife, even if she… “Were you drunk? Are you using again?”
“Seth, that’s not fair. It was an accident.”
“Which fucking part was an accident?!? The part where you plotted with someone else to steal my goddamn sperm and knock yourself up or the part where you inseminated someone else?!?” What is wrong with you?”
“Seth…”
“No, you don’t fucking get to, Seth, me. Richie and me both did four years in prison, ‘cause you left us holding the bag! Eddie almost lost everything, because of it and I ain’t forgiving that. Get the hell off my property.”
“This happened three weeks ago. She called me and she tested positive on a pregnancy test.” Vanessa held out a piece of paper with date, time and address on it in perfectly polished handwriting. “I’m so sorry.”
He snatched the paper away from her. “Off my property. I’m calling a lawyer about this shit. You’re gonna wish to god, that you never met me.”
.:.
He hadn’t said anything to his Uncle or his brother when he came back into the house and for once in their respective lives, they opted to stay the fuck out of his business. He’d thrown himself under his car all night, tweaking and tinkering with the engine to try to distract himself. He’d got about an hour of sleep and when Eddie offered him coffee, he’d spiked it with whiskey before showering and hitting the road. Richie kept sending him texts, asking him if he needed help with whatever Vanessa had come around about. Every response one word to one letter: No, no, k, no, shutup, stop.
He paced by the entrance for the fourth time, he was already ten minutes late from when he was supposed to meet this woman. He’d done the math; he didn’t have a whole lot of extra cash, but he had enough to pay for her to…to deal with it. She didn’t need to go through the mess that his ex-wife had gotten her into. He was so angry, but he knew he needed to calm down. None of this was this lady’s fault: wrong place and wrong fucking time. He glanced up at woman passing by him pushing a stroller with a crying baby, and he felt lightheaded. This was not happening. He was not having a kid, but… This was right off a damn soap opera storyline; this was not how the world worked. He buttoned the top button of his shirt and straighten his tie; should at least look respectable, even if he wasn’t.
He trudged down the path, looking for the gazebo that was on the note. He got closer to it and the only person he could see was a really, young girl sitting on the bench. No… This could not be… Please God, we don’t fucking talk much, but if you could do me this solid…I swear, I won’t steal as much as a dollar for an entire year. She was looking off in the distance, soft brown hair resting on her shoulders, as she sipped from her water bottle, wind rustling her long cotton dress. She must have heard him approaching because she turned to face him and she pure girl-next-door.
He had rehearsed about hundred speeches on the way here, most of which were: calm, reassuring, not threatening and not rude. Unfortunately his mouth got away from him because the first words that he said to her were: not calm, not reassuring, could certainly be thought of as threatening and were unquestionably rude. “Jesus Fucking Christ, are you even fucking legal?”
She dropped the water bottle and jumped off the bench scrambling to her feet, grabbing an object that he identified as pepper-spray.
“Whoa! Whoa!” He put up his hands, “Don’t do that. I’m the guy you’re supposed to be meeting, I think.” The girl’s green eyes were full of uncertainty and he dug her note out of his pocket, holding it out to her. “See? This is you right?”
She kept her finger on the pepper-spray’s trigger, but leaned in a little to scan the not, then his face, before easing her grip on the self-defense device. “I don’t know your name. The doctor…Dr. Styles, she didn’t give… well, she said she couldn’t give it to me, because of confidentiality. I mean which is ridiculous considering…” She motioned to her stomach, before offering her hand to him. “I’m sorry, I’m Kate Fuller, well Kathryn actually, but everyone calls me Kate.”
Her hand was tiny, she tiny, and she was young. Why did she want to have a kid this young? And why hadn’t she done the old fashion way? He realized that he was still holding her hand and he was staring at her, probably scowling based on her reaction to him. “Sorry. I’m Seth, Seth Gecko.” He pulled his hand away and motioned back to the bench, “You wanna sit? This is kinda a lot.”
“Do you mind if we walk? I had to take the bus here; I’d love to stretch my legs.”
He nodded and she picked up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and they started down the paved path. They walked in silence both sneaking glances at each, both trying to figure out what on earth to say. She sipped from her water bottle and stepped closer to him as a bike sped by them. He touched the small of her back for a half a second, while he switched their positions so he was closer to any oncoming people, bikers, or whatever else was in this park.
“I’ll be twenty next month.” She muttered looking down at her feet, and then up at him, “You kinda asked me if I was an adult before, and I am. I’m nineteen, but I’ll be twenty next month. I’m actually studying to be nurse; I’m in my second year for the four year program, it’s an honor’s program.”
She was apparently a little talky when she was nervous, it would have stuck him as endearing if he wasn’t trying keep himself from freaking the fuck out.
“So you were planning on carrying someone’s kid to pay for college?” He assumed, because that was the only thing he would think of that would explain why a nineteen year-old would volunteer to get knocked up in the least fun way possible.”
“What? No! I went to clinic for a pap smear and a check-up.”
“God she royally fucked up. She had to be high.” When he got done with Vanessa, she was gonna wish she’d never heard the name Gecko.
“Wait, you know Dr. Styles?”
“She’s my ex-wife and she’s soon-to-be an ex-doctor, when I’m through with suing her ass. After I get a lawyer I can have him call you. I’m sure that money would help you with your college fund.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, “You didn’t notice when she…I mean, I’m not trying to get into your business or anything, but I can’t imagine her doing that felt like a normal check-up.”
“I was so nervous about the whole thing; I just closed my eyes and put my earbuds in.” Her cheeks flushed as she admitted. “I just wanted to get on birth control…”
He barked out a laugh without meaning to and apologized, “Sorry Princess, I’m not laughing at you, really. If you knew anything about me, you’d know that I ain’t ever gonna judge someone for wanting to be safe, but still get laid. Before I got snipped, I wouldn’t cum in a woman even if I was wearing a condom. So you wantin’ to be able to have some safe fucking fun in college…”
“Oh my god! Stop!” She interrupted, five-alarm-fire blush all the way to her ears.
He thought she’d been blushing about the fact that she hadn’t been paying attention during her appointment, but based on her reaction he was guessing that he was wrong.
She massaged her temples in slow circles, taking slow breaths, “I went to the clinic to get on birth control, because I have the world’s worst cramps and I’m tired of it. I am not having f’ing fun as you so crassly put it. I don’t even have a boyfriend.”
Oh god, he really stuck his foot in his mouth. He was honestly terrified of where this conversation was going because it almost sounded like, she was a virgin. Surely there was no way that an almost twenty-year-old was still a virgin, not looking like her. Fuck he was a shallow asshole. “Relationships aren’t exactly a pre-req for sex.”
“Listen, just because I’m a virgin that doesn’t make me naïve about things.” She growled, before she continued in firm, but sad voice. “I decided a long time ago that I wasn’t going to swap bodily fluids with reckless abandonment, and that I was probably going to wait until I was married to have sex. And now I…” Her eyes filled up with tears.
He reached out for her on instinct, he hated when women cried. He was reason too many times. “Look I’m not judging you one way or the other. I’m not trying to be a bastard or anything; this whole thing is just a lot for me to deal with.”
“A lot for you to deal with?” She scoffed, before moving away from him abruptly and started to quickstep up the path.
He grabbed her arm, before she get anymore distance between them and pulled her back closer, spinning her back to face him. “Whoa hey, slow down.”
She turned her head away and threw-up all over the walking path and…his shoes. He managed to grab her hair to keep it out of her face, thankfully. He let her finish coughing and helped her off the path to a bench. “Here sit down.” He made sure she was settled then wiped off his shoes in the grass before plopping down next to her.
“Is that how you figured out about…about it.” He hesitated.
She rinsed out her mouth and spit next to the bench in the most ladylike way she could manage, before nodding. “I don’t get sick very often, so I thought maybe the pills were bad. I went back to the clinic to ask about it and Dr. Styles gave me the pregnancy test. I just didn’t think things liked this actually happened.”
“Yeah you and me both.” He reclined against the back of the bench and glanced at Kate, really giving her a once over. She was pretty, but oh hell she was so young. He felt kinda like a lecher and given the circumstances it was just gonna be awkward around her the entire time. What was the rule here? He didn’t even figure the conversation was going to be this long or really much of anything to be honest. He expected the conversation to go as follows: I’m Seth, sorry my ex-wife is a psychotic drug addict that inadvertently knocked you up when she meant to knock herself up, here’s the money for you to take care of what you clearly didn’t want to happen, and have a nice life. He’d already made an ass out of himself and it would be nice if he could manage the rest of this conversation without making it any worse. Who the hell gets knocked up as a virgin without the actual fun part?
“So why kids?” Her voice cut into his thoughts and she mirrored his posture on the bench, looking into his eyes. He must have jumped, because she clarified, with a comforting tone. “I mean, why did you decide that you wanted to have a child now?”
“I don’t.” He answered honestly.
“Wait what? I’m so confused. If you didn’t want a child then, why…”
“I had a vasectomy when I was twenty-five, right after I got out of prison and the clinic made me give a just-in-case sample. I guess some guys change their minds; I didn’t. Vanessa decided that we were gonna start a family without asking me. So this whole thing is just a big fucking mess.”
“Oh.” She was fiddling with her hands again.
He wasn’t sure what she was ‘oh’ing about, because it could have been the ‘I don’t want kids’ thing, it could be mix-up part, and then of course he just told her that he was an ex-con, so there was that. He might as well get to it and rip the bandage off. Let her off the fucking hook. “You don’t have to.”
Kate arched her eyebrow at him, “I don’t have to what?”
He sighed heavy. Why him and why this nice girl, who never asked for any of this crap. “Have it. You don’t have to have it. It wasn’t your choice and it’s not like you planned on it. I know I sure as hell didn’t.”
She bit her lower lip and turned the little opal ring on her finger as she started nervously, “Um… I don’t think I could not have it. I mean God’s got a plan for every person and…” She trialed off, because he must have been making a hell of a face, he knew his jaw was unhinged. “What?”
“You’re a church girl?” He concluded, although it sounded like a question. Oh he did not like where this was going. How busy was that road? Playing in traffic was starting to sound like a good idea again. She couldn’t be serious. This whole thing was a mistake. You didn’t just have someone else’s child out of guilt. She didn’t even need to feel guilty. Him not having children was not going to be a loss to the world at all. Shit like this just did not happen; this was the plot of a lifetime movie, not real life.
“Preacher’s daughter, actually” Kate informed him.
“Fuck me.”
.:.
“You mind running that by me one more time?” Richie eyebrows were arched as he looked at Seth over his glasses, “You take one too many shots to the head, when you were in the yard, Brother? ‘Cause repeated head trauma can affect a person years after the fact. You’ve got to have some of this wrong.”
“I’ll tell you what he’s got wrong, he’s got his head so far up his ass that forgot to go to fuckin’ work.” Eddie was wiping his hands off on a rag. “Seth, you were supposed to be running the garage today. You can’t leave Justin in charge he’s got more rocks in his head than a quarry.” Eddie looked between his nephews and demanded, “Okay, what’s going on?”
“Seth knocked up a teenager.” Richie volunteered.
“I didn’t knock up a teenager!”
“But she is pregnant and it is yours.”
“Yes, but I didn’t touch her. Hell I never even looked at her until today.”
“Now hold the fucking phone!” Eddie pointed at Seth, “Let me get this straight, your girl’s the reincarnation of Mary of Nazareth, which makes your dumb ass Joseph. ‘Cause that’s the only way it any makes sense for her to be knocked up with your kid without you touching her.”
“She’s…not…my girl.” Seth ground his teeth together.
“That’s not really the important part of this conversation, Boy.”
“His psycho ex, Vanessa, hijacked the sperm sample that he had stored when he got snipped, knocked another girl up with said sperm, and the little Madonna is a preacher’s daughter so she’s hell-bent on having his demon-spawn citing moral reasons.” Richie explained, before looking at his slack jawed Uncle and angry brother. “What; is that not accurate? Oh yeah, I forgot the part where she needs somewhere to live, because she goes a Christian college and they aren’t going to let her stay in the dorms anymore.”
Seth reached for the bottle of whiskey in the freezer and poured three shots, drinking one immediately and refilling it. “Yeah that’s about the long and the short of it.”
“Where’s her family?” Eddie took one shot from his nephew and passed the other to Richie, who slid it back to Seth.
“In some little podunk town in rural Texas about four hours from here, she’s studying to be a nurse.” He took the offered shot and started to pour another, but Eddie stopped him.
“And do they know about this situation?” Eddie pressed, still holding the bottle hostage.
“I don’t know.”
Richie pipped in, “How don’t you know? Weren’t you with her all day? You left the house at ten and it’s almost seven.”
Seth tried to get the bottle back from his Uncle again, “I dropped her back off at her dorm about noon. I needed to think. Can I have that?”
“No.” Eddie roared. “You left her alone?!?”
“Yeah.” Seth didn’t see the problem, he needed time to think about the whole ‘I want to have your kid, even though I don’t know you from Adam’ thing. She hadn’t argued when he dropped her off, she hadn’t been crying or anything, and he gave her his cell phone number, just in case.
“Out of my house until you’ve got that girl with you, you dumbass.” Eddie pointed to the door. “And call a damn taxi, you ain’t driving after drinking. You’ve got a kid to think about.”
“Fuck me.”
.:.
Guys I’ve never really done comedy. I really hope you all enjoy this. Love to my Loves!!
Could you write Sethkate - she's mad at him because he almost "let" Amaru kill him to touch her, and she would have just had to watch? :( Ends in hot passion-loving kissing!
Whew boy… some of these prompt end up running long. I really like the beginning of it, with her thought process. I’m not completely sold on the switch. I LOVED this prompt. I hope I did it justice. SethKate for sure.
Without A Fight (…but there is a fight)
Sometimes she thinks that they’ve taught her to steal too well.That it’s now often too easy and too second nature. She’s sitting alone on thetrunk of the black Camero with a Pal-Mal that she’d pilfered from Richie packhanging out of her mouth and whiskey-sour that she took from Seth’s desk in her hands. Stealing a thing isn’t a thing. It doesn’t bother her to steal from them and why should it? They stole herfirst. She’s not really angry at them, but her anger is overwhelming on nightslike this when she wakes up from a nightmare.
Nights like tonightwhen she dozed off listening to the boys plan their next job and the next thingshe knew she was waking up to the haunted memories of the last moments of livesAmaru took. Pulling someone's soul away from them, that is the type of stealing from which there is no redemption from. She knows on some logical level that she had no control over what Amaru had done, but some nights that knowledge was simply no comfort.
The doctor had been thinking about his wife and children,how he loved them and how he was going to a break his promise to be at his daughter’ssoccer game. The nurse had been thinking about how he was only at this job fora few more days. Manola couldn’t believe that she was dying in front of herlover and she didn’t want Kisa to blame herself. Her brother had been broken; seeing her in the flesh, all his thoughts were consumedwith God’s judgement. Richie’s mindwas a mess: the logical half screaming to fight back, while the rest of wantedto save her. All of them, every soul that Amaru took felt fear and panic; noneof them had wanted to die. But Seth…
When Amaru touched Seth all she felt was devastating guiltand how he deserved this. It wasn’t like the remorse that Scott felt, because hewas still trying to resist, but Seth hadn’t even tried to fight back. He stoodthere and took it, just let her start to kill him… And for what? For the sakeof guilt? For some twisted sense of he’dearned it? Penance? She’d begged him to kill her. She didn’t want to watchhim die or let that twisted demon kill anyone else, but he didn’t even try to stopher.
She throws the glass across the parking lot and it shattered against the pavement. She fights the urge to just start screaming. The backdoor opens and closes behind her and it’s only a single puff of the cigarettebefore she smells gun-oil and earthy aftershave.
“You alright, Princess?” He leans against the car, closeenough to, but not quite touching her.
She flicks the cigarette way and watches it snuff itself outon the wet pavement. “Peachy.” She’s trying to remember all the relaxationtechniques that she’s learned over the past few months so she doesn’t explode.Her ears feel hot and she’s still thinking about screaming consequences bedamned.
“Yeah you sure sound like it.” He huffs, because he hatessecrets, hates it when he doesn’t know what the people around him are thinking.“You take my drink, just to break the glass?
“Take it out of my cut.” She growls.
He arches his eyebrow, “What the hell is up your craw?”
“Nothing. I’m allowed to be mad.”
“Okay. So what the fuck are you so pissed about?”
She grinds her teeth together. “You.”
“Me? I didn’t do anything!” He pushes himself away from the carand looks up as rain drops start pinging on the cars in the lot.
“That’s the problem.” She folds her arms over her chest.
He looks agitated, “I’m not playing this game. I’m notplaying the pronoun game where you say something cryptic and then we play twentyquestions until you finally tell me what’s got you so pissed. You want to tellme; then tell me. We need to get insidebefore this damn rain hits us. Come on.”
Lightning illuminates the parking lot and the rain startspouring down on them. He grabs her hands and jerks her off the car, trying todrag her back into Jed’s, but she resists. She doesn’t want to go back inside,she’s angry and she doesn’t care about the rain.
“I’d rather play in the darkness, thank you.” She snipspulling her hands away and planting her feet. There’s this rush in herears, screaming at her to push all of his buttons. Make him pay for all thepain he caused her, so she picks words that’ll bring up bad memories.
He advances into her space, much like he did in thoseMexican motels, when she’d challenge him and he’d reach by her to collect hisdrugs. This time his eyes aren’t angry, there’s almost a softness to them as hegets so close she can feel his body heat, despite the chill of the rain. “What iswrong? What didn’t I do? You gottatalk to me.”
She has to look up when he’s this close, he’s got a fewinches on her and it used to intimidate her, but those days are long gone. “Youwere going to let her kill you.”
“Who? The guard at the bank? She never even touched her gun.I had…”
“Amaru.” She digs her nails into her palms, she hates sayingthat name out loud. “You didn’t even resist when she tried to try to take yoursoul. You were going to let her kill you.”
He blinks and whether it’s from the rain or her words sheisn’t sure. “It’s not like I knew what was happening.”
“Bullshit.” She calls him out, jamming her finger into hischest. “You felt exactly what she was doing and were going to let her. I couldhear you, thinking some twisted idea about how you deserved it.”
“I did. I did deserve it.” He growls looming over her now,but not touching. “All that shit I put you through. I deserved…”
“Well I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve to watch youdie. You think I wanted to watch that?” He steps back slightly but sheadvances back into his space, not letting him get away. “Do you have any idea howthat felt?!? Her laughing in my mind about you being a sacrificial lamb! Do youknow what it would have done to me to watch you die? How my heart would havebroken…”
His hands are suddenly buried in her hair and his mouth ison hers insistent, demanding more with every inch he takes. The rain ispouring down now, but she barely feels it. All can she feel is his heat. He’s alive and he’s here. She grabs histie to pull him closer and moans as he forces his tongue into her mouth,deepening the kiss. One of his hands leaves her hair and grips her hip, pullingher flush with him while he backs her up against the car. She gasps as his mouthfinds her neck, biting and mouthing his way down as one of his hands slipsunder her shirt.
The rain is soaking them, but she doesn’t care. She wantsthis…She just wants. She’s achy and needy and her body feels so raw as hepours all of his energy into her like a electricity. She’s hot and cold all atthe same time and she just doesn’t know what to do with all of it. She’s hungryand there’s this overpowering emptiness that needs to be filled. She wants tofeel this, feel him. How can she be mad at him one moment and letting him gropeher the next. Maybe she’s just going mad. Richie told her once that love is the ultimate insanity and the cure for it all wrapped up together. All she knows is that she needs Seth and everything he’s giving her. She digs her nails into his shoulder as she pushes herself back up on the trunk.
“Tell me to stop.” He snarls against her ear, there’s a low,dangerous quality to his voice that she forgot he had, but instead of scaringher it makes her grind against him. She wants all of him, the dangerous part,the gentle part…she wants all of it. She wants him. “Tell to me stop, Kate.”
She doesn’t.
Great prompt so much fun! Thanks for it, anon. Love to my Loves.
Sethkate give each other goosebumps, soft caresses
It was hot; Kate could feel her skin burning under the noonsun. The concrete patio and the chlorine from the pool amplifying the noon rays.She needed to get out of the cool water and reapply her sun block. She toweledoff the excess moisture and made her way over to Seth, who was reclined on theoversized lounge chair. She was about to ask for his help, but afterlooking at him closer she realized he’d fallen asleep.
Between the day drinking and the shade it must have beenenough for him to relax completely. She carefully slipped into the chair nextto him, almost touching, but not quite. She watched the rise and fall of hisbare chest, his slightly parted lips, and those dark lashes, she’d kill for,but more importantly he looked at peace.
She touched a single finger to his wrist at the lowest lickof the flame pattern that ran up his arm; experimenting to see if he’d wake up,but he didn’t even flinch. She let her finger trace the pattern up his arm,gooseflesh peppering his skin, despite the heat. She made it all the way to hisshoulder, before he twitched a little. She pausedas her finger brushed his collarbone, when she felt his palm wander up herthigh. His hand was so warm, but goosebumps ran up her flesh, matching his.
“You shouldn’t molest people when they’re sleeping,Princess.”
36. Being so close that you can feel your lips brush whenyou whisper
The air conditioner hummed softly, the rhythmic white noisehad lulled him to sleep, without his permission. He blinked his eyes a fewtimes to get himself reoriented, remember where he was. His head felt heavy;still drunk? He hadn’t been asleep for very long. His body hurt, like he’d beenin a fight. Oh right, he and Richie had a knock-down drag out when Richie triedto crash the car. He must still be sore from…No, he wasn’t sore from that. Hewas sore from nearly being pulled apart by chains, from fighting fuckingvampires and from Richie biting him in the goddamn neck.
The room came back into focus: dingy walls, dirty bedspread,and the tiny teenager on the bed next to him. She was curled up into his chest,fingers clinging tightly to his wife-beater, even sleeping he doubted he couldbreak her grip. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she smelled likecheap hotel soap. He angled his head just a little, so he could see her face.She let out a small whimper, features twitching; fuck she was having anightmare. He brushed his knuckled down her cheek and leaned closer to her,lips brushing against her hair as he whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. No more bumps, no morescrapes, I promise.” His throat tightened as his guilt and loss prompted a nearly inaudible confession, “I’m so sorry for everything, Kate.”
She sighed, breath warming the crook of neck as she murmuredin her sleep. “I forgive you.”
