entrancelogs | ❝ Do you ever feel like your life and everything in it...❞

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❝ Do you ever feel like your life and everything in it...❞

Who: Kate Fuller & You (Yeah and maybe Richie Gecko okay. This could happen)
Where: Various Locations in Wonderland
When: Early to Mid January.
Rating: PG+ to NSFW.
Summary: Kate settles into Wonderland
The Story: ❝...is just slowly turning upside down, like a ship flipping over in the ocean?❞

ɴ.ʙ I welcome threadjacking from anyone (tagging into ongoing threads to have more than 2 characters in it). That said, if you'd prefer the thread to only be with Kate, just put [closed] in the subject line! Prose or Action is good with me, I'll match whatever I get.

[ Despite her appearance with Richie at the New Years Eve Ball, Kate's presence in the Mansion is not easily noticed as January rolls around. She keeps to her room on the tenth floor, getting out only when the walls feel like their closing in on her. If encountered during the day, you can be fairly certain that Kate will be alone but as the sun goes down, there's every chance you'll find any conversation you might have with her, interrupted by a tall man with glasses who if you think is sizing you up, undoubtedly is. ]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴇʟ

[ The house of God had once been a place where Kate felt welcomed with open arms, a sanctuary that wrapped her in peace and warmth in a way that even her home could not. It was one of the few places where she had the certainty of belonging that so few ever found in life and she'd thought it would always be that for her, no matter where her life took her. Now? She wasn't so sure.

It had been many months since Kate had stepped foot in a Chapel and though Richie had shown her the one here in Wonderland as a way of putting her at ease, she already wondered if it existed to torment her more than comfort her. Kate had never wavered in her beliefs, despite all she'd seen and experienced this last year. She'd held firm to the knowledge that God loved her because as far as she was concerned, God was love but having time to stop and think about every choice she'd made, Kate could feel the weight of every one of those decisions whenever she stepped foot inside the chapel.

While she doesn't spend hours on end here, Kate can still be found in the Chapel at various times throughout the day, usually when there doesn't appear to be anyone else around. Always tucked into one of the pews at the back, as if she weren't sure she should really be here at all. ]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ

[ While some people took to the magic of Wonderland; the ease and comfort it afforded those who lived here, Kate found it difficult to trust anything that could be achieved without effort. She'd tried eating in the dining room where most people took their meals but these attempts usually ended with her being more hungry than satisfied and she always ended up retreating to the kitchen where she could fix her own meal.

She was hardly what you'd call a gourmet cook, but Kate had always helped her mother in the kitchen and she'd in many ways taken on the role of caretaker in the time since her mother's death. It wasn't like her father had been in a state to do so and Scott? It was a miracle if Kate could get him to set the table.

Used to cooking for two or more, Kate will be prone to making too much and never one to see food go to waste, anyone who happens into the kitchen while she's here will be offered some of whatever she's making. Those who happen to frequent the kitchen might even realize that she's the one responsible for the plates of food that have handwritten notes beneath them, inviting anyone to take it for themselves. ]

ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ

[ When you spend your whole life in the small town of Bethel, Texas, a place that despite the bitter cold that came during Winter, had never seen an inch of snow in the time Kate had lived there, the Winter Wonderland that existed beyond the Mansion walls had its own kind of appeal.

Some days, Kate would be content to sit by a window, a cup of hot chocolate warming her hands as she watched the flurries of snow, dance through the air. On days when the weather was mild enough to dare venture out, however, Kate would don multiple layers of clothing and would brave the biting cold just to experience what for her, was more magical than anything she'd seen inside the mansion.]

ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ

[ Set something up yourself! Kate will explore the various parts of the Mansion so it won't be inconceivable that you'd come across her almost anywhere. She will also be curious about the mirror side of Wonderland so Mirrors! are more than welcome to tag her as well. Alternatively, if you want to hash an idea out with me, you're welcome to PM her journal or hit me up on plurk:

brooklyn2181]

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[It's not the first time since getting here that Richie has been thankful that she was here. That he'd gotten this second chance to be there in a way he'd never been able to, to make sure that he didn't make the same mistakes. There had never been a death that he had carried with him like hers. He'd felt it the moment he'd had to leave her behind, laying next to the blood well as he raced away on a motorcycle.

He wasn't quite the same after that.

In some ways, he can't hate Wonderland. It had let her live again, even at the cost of other things he knew she desperately wanted. But the selfish part of him wanted her to eventually learn to leave those things behind, to stay with him.

Maybe, when someone figured out a way to get back, he could take her with him. He could fix things.

His hand slips from her chin, joined by the other as the dip down to the backs of her thighs, smoothly lifting her up off the ground and carrying her a short distance to the couch. He turns and sits, settling her in his lap before raising his hands back up to cradle her face between them, his lips never leaving hers.]

[Palm flat against his chest, her hand carves a path up his body, over one broad shoulder to brace against him as he gathers her up. All but oblivious to their movement, Kate remains wrapped up in the kiss, captured by the softness of his lips she's held firm against his hard, muscular frame.

Sinking down on the couch, she melts against Richie, legs parting automatically to straddle him as he draws her in close. The tender press of her lips holding something more than hunger; a depth of feeling that pours from her with every brush.

Strong, large hands capture her face, the swell of emotion causing her to shudder and Kate's arms curl into her body, fingers splaying as they rest against his chest. If she lives for his smiles, then she longs for this feeling; that of being safe and warm and wanted, the barriers lowering as his scent wraps around her and she opens herself up to him.]

[His thumbs drag over her cheeks, fingertips pressing gently into her hair as his head tilts, his lips gently parting her own so that he can taste her.

She's everywhere these days, her long hair brushing his face when they kiss, her scent lingering his pillows and sheets, remnants of her soul flashing through his mind when his fangs sink through her skin, the sound of her breath when she sleeps beside him.

He once said that feeling like you truly belonged felt like home. He's starting to think that maybe, in part, he'd meant her all along.

His hands lower from her face to wrap around her instead, one hand cradling the back of her head and neck, in a never-ended attempt to pull her closer, as if he could keep her forever if he just hung on hard enough.]

[Then her hands move up and over his shoulders, draping around him so there can be no space between them, Kate's fingers pushing up through his hair as her chest presses flush against his.

With a soft whimper, she breaks the kiss, warm breath fanning out across his face and maintaining their closeness, her hand sweeps down to remove his glasses, discarding them on the couch while never once breaking eye contact.

Rather than move in to kiss him again, she takes a moment to just lookk at him, her fingers trailing along his hairline as she falls into the intensity of his blue eyes. What she wouldn't have given to know what was going on behind that intelligent gaze, to have just a glimmer of insight into what he was feeling the way he could with her.

With another sweep of her hand, Kate exposes the long line of her neck, the healing little wounds that stand out against her milky white skin and she tilts her head by way of invitation, her fingers gently pressing against his scalp to show him this wasn't a simple offer, this was a want.]

[His eyes languidly open as she breaks away briefly, her breath brushing against his face as he blinks a few times through the haze that comes from letting himself drown in her.

The corner of his mouth perks up as she casually gets rid of his glasses, since they tend to stick around only if this isn't going to last awhile.

Things he is 100% okay with.

Her eyes seem to flick back and forth as they search his, and his follow along, their thoughts seemingly running along the same path. Funny, then, that she thinks she can't see into what he's thinking, because as she brushes aside her hair and offers herself to him, he almost wonders if she really can read his mind.

His eye focus on hers as her fingers press into the back of his head, urging him onward, a sign that she enjoys it as much as he does, and that makes him want it all the more, his eyes flicking to slit gold in an instant as they continue to meet her gaze before they finally drop to the pinpricks decorating her throat.

He breathes a little heavier in her arms, the way he tends to when his body knows that what he craves is coming, and for once he doesn't even particularly try to hide his transformation. If she wants this, then she truly isn't afraid, and perhaps she can appreciate him despite the temporary monstrous features, the way he's gentle despite his dangerous appearance. Fangs descend and his forehead is delicately decorated in scales as he lowers his face to her skin, carefully slipping his fangs through the same two wounds he's already created.

He doesn't need to mark her more than he already has.

His hand smooths through her hair before his arm cradles the side of her head, his fangs slipping free once their job is finished, though she would still feel them skimming along her skin as she feels the gentle and slow pull of his mouth as he takes what he so desperately needs.]

[She feels rather than sees him shift, Kate's eyes fluttering closed and as if she can control what it is that he sees when he looks into her soul, Kate summons up every image of him that she can find in her memory, focusing on their time spent together in Wonderland.

With the flood of images comes the emotion attached to those memories, the feeling of safety and warmth. The thrill of excitement, the overwhelming nerves. The undeniable attraction she feels anytime he was near; one that has been there from the moment they first met, even in times when she should have felt otherwise.

The puncture of skin sees her gasp, her fingers pressing into his scalp but her whole body relaxes against him as he withdraws his fangs, a moan summoned from deep inside of her as he pulls against the small wound on her neck.

Kate presses into him, hips firm against his, her heart hammering harder as she too gets lost in the emotion of those memories, becoming all but overwhelmed by the depth of feeling that rises up inside of her, surprising even her with its intensity.]

[Her emotions hit him like a freight train, something he both cannot and would not want to look away from. For a moment he can't actually see anything, his visible sight blacking out as her memories flash through his mind, hazy but real, and he realizes that she's done this on purpose.

Despite everything he has and hasn't done, this is how she sees him. Not a Culebra. Not Seth's brother. Not a wackjob. She sees him.

And she always has.

He'd hear her hiss deeply in her ear, though it sounds about as content and blissful as a hiss can sound, before he pulls back slightly to watch for a moment as her blood beads on her skin, his tongue extending to taste her more sensuously before his mouth recovers the wound so that he can fall back into her thoughts, the way she feels about him.

When he finally pulls away again, his chest is still heaving with quick and heavy breaths, clearly affected by what's just passed between them, and with the intensity of his emotional response, his face stays briefly changed, unable to quite put it away in his heightened state.]

Kate...

[Memories weave through with her desire at the sensation of his mouth on her neck, Kate left compromised by the flood of feeling that rocks through her body; the steady hum of want and need and him as she clings to Richie. In trying to offer him something, she opens herself up in kind, Kate starting to see just how much he'd come to mean to her in the weeks and months that they'd been here together.

She groans as he pulls away, eyes half lidded and hazy with longing as she struggles to focus on his face, Kate not immediately registering the aspect of the snake despite looking right at him. All she sees is Richie, the emotion that ripples his features as his eyes burn into hers and it's only the difference in them that makes her realize he was still half transformed.

Without a word, a tentative hand comes up to brush fingers along his forehead, the scaled skin that feels both warm and inhuman despite the very human feelings that come off him in waves. She's never looked at a Culebra without the underlying fear for her safety, but looking at Richie now? The only danger he posed to her was rendering her so completely gone that she might never find herself again.

Her gaze rakes over every transformed inch of him, the colors that bloom across his forehead and temple and she's struck by how beautiful he looks, the bold patterns and warm colors that she's never been able to appreciate before now. She had no doubt he could look terrifying, had caught small glimpses of it already but as open and vulnerable as he was right now, she stood by her words to Klaus. He was not, a monster.

Her eyes dip to his mouth, the fangs that stand long and deadly, able to strike at any moment but she doesn't draw away, doesn't recoil, instead allows her fingers to trace a path along his brow, around and across his cheekbone, gently tracing the line of his lower lip before she looks into his eyes once more.]

Did you? [See. Voice barely more than a whisper.]

[The moments her hand touches his face, he seems to start to relax, those scales lightly showing on his forehead starting to slowly melt back into his skin. Her eyes do their journey across his face as his breaths become longer and spaced apart, not quite galloping at the intense speed from before. As her fingers trace across his bottom lip, his mouth closes, fangs concealed when his lips part again, and as she looks back into his eyes, the blink once, and are blue again.]

Yeah. [The deep huskiness of his voice says loud and clear that he knows what she's talking about.] I wish you could, too.

[His tongue wets his lips, making sure they're clean, before he swallows one more time, her heavy emotions still mingling with his own in his head, the experience dizzying.]

[One shoulder tenses then relaxes, an approximation of a shrug, the gentle tug at one corner of her mouth, something close to a half smile. Overwhelmed by the emotion of the moment, everything now feels dull almost numb somehow. The full sensory equivalent of looking into the sun and then trying to see in the darkness of a room.]

Me too. [But she has faith and believing in him had in her experience, never led her astray. The fact that he held her still and wasn't trying to push her away was the gentle assurance she needed; that he hadn't been scared off.

She can feel the steady throb from where he'd bitten her, Kate inching closer to rest her forehead against his and the fingers that linger near his mouth, dance along his chin, his jaw, following a path until her arm is once again draped around his shoulders.]

Think we can worry about the drapes later? [Because after that, she didn't want to separate from him for any reason. She didn't even care whether they watched a movie or not, she just knew that she wanted to spend the remainder of this day, wrapped up with him.]

[He watches her from this close, his eyes dropping to her wound, which he reaches to run a thumb over, collected the last, half-drying drop before he drags it over his tongue, intent on not wasting a single drop. The metaphor in that isn't lost on him, either.

He gets one last emotional rush, his breath catching and his eyes blinking once slowly as her words ring in his ears.

He chuckles quietly at that, his gaze growing more mischievous as her rolls those words over, his fingers wiping at his mouth briefly in unconscious concern for her...more delicate sensibilities. By the time he's done, he has a full blown smirk on his face.]

Let 'em fucking watch. [His lips move in closer, almost brushing against hers.] Maybe then they'll understand what I'll do to them if they ever try to touch you.

[He'd feel the sudden pull of air with their lips that close, Kate's own parting with surprise, her eyes fluttering open. She's not that naive. She can read between the lines of what he'll do and in spite of herself, that surprise turns to awe, Kate's grip on his body tightening in response to the thrill it gives her.

He'd kill them. Without hesitation and without remorse and while she's fairly sure she shouldn't be okay with that, her response is to press her lips to his, traces of blood or no.

With another surge of emotion, Kate's hips press down on top of Richie, her fingers pushing up through his hair, nails scraping at his skin as it comes back down and what starts as a soft press of lips becomes harder, hunger threatening to take hold before she forces herself to break away and speak.]

Bedroom?

[Richie had been so caught up in her soul previously that he'd barely felt the physical press of her on top of him, of her grip on his body.

That wasn't the case, now.

His smirk widens at her reaction, as her apparently acceptance of his rather violent solution to a potential problem, instead of annoyance or revulsion. Because sometimes, violence is the only answer, a fact of life that Richie understood more than even his brother did.

Take a look at their father, after all.]

Bedroom.

[Hunger of a different sort surges in his eyes, the darkest side of him already sated for the moment. Kate's grip around his neck is already solid, and so it's easy to pick her up after a quick adjustment, his hands gripping her thighs around his waist as they head into his room.

He does give a quick middle finger to the floor length mirror in his room as he passes it, though.]

[They might have done this a few times by now and Kate's legs immediately wrap around his body, holding herself securely against him as he carries her towards his bedroom. She doesn't stop kissing him though, a teasing trail of her tongue at first, her fingers curling through the length of his hair as the other grips his shoulder.

She remains oblivious to his subtle 'fuck you' to the mirror, Kate caught up in the scent and feel of him and she's vaguely aware that the nerves she'd felt before, the ones that had threatened to overwhelm her in the past, had lessened over time. She'd been in here multiple times now, slept alongside him, spent some nights more involved with him than any movie they had playing and with that, the unknown was no longer something to fear, Kate in many ways, more at ease in here with Richie than she was in her own room.

Her legs drop down as he lays her back on the bed, Kate's hands keeping him with her as she toes off her shoes, the sneakers hitting the ground with two unceremonious clunks before she starts to scoot back, forced to break away in the process. Kate stills on the bed however, watching Richie for a quiet moment, expecting he was going to ditch his shoes as well.

There would appear to be something going on behind her eyes, a decision being measured and weighed, Kate pulling in a shuddering breath as she finally sets her mind to a course of action. The mirrors all but forgotten, for the moment at least, Kate looks up at Richie, holding his gaze as she starts to slip free of the flannel shirt she'd been wearing as a light jacket, Kate clearly not here just to watch a movie right now.]

[Richie kisses her back in a distracted sort of way, though the distraction is mostly just trying to get her onto the bed and get his shoes off without hurting or tripping either of them. He is many things, but overly graceful when distracted is not one of them.

He manages, at least, laying her back on the bed and missing the actual decision making going on in her eyes because it's clear he's...not here just to watch a movie either. Instead, he's pulling off his belt through the loops and tossing it aside, followed by his own jacket which is not, in fact, a suit jacket, even if he is wearing a button-up shirt beneath it, sans tie.

He's learning.

It's not until he presses a knee between her legs to climb onto the bed himself that he realizes she's...taking her top layer off all by herself.

He looks obviously pleased by this, happy that they're apparently on the same train of thought, his hands slipping under the fabric of her shirt to settle against her waist so the can both make their way toward the pillows and blankets.]

[Her heels sink into the mattress as she pushes her way back along the bed, chest gently shifting with the change in her breathing. She's not overly concerned about getting beneath the covers, at least not consciously as yet, Kate far more caught up in the way his fingers press into her flesh, the sight of him looming over her, the desire that burns in his eyes.

Reaching for him again, her fingers wrap around the material of his button up shirt, Kate dragging it free from his jeans in her eagerness to see and feel more of him. Propping herself up against the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, Kate's fingers dance along the exposed skin at his waist, lightly pulling at him as her legs part, making room for him to join her.

Usually, at this point, there's an air of nervousness hanging over her, a desire to remain hidden, even from him but there's something different about her now, a confidence about her that suggests she knows what she's doing and has no desire to stop or slow down.]

[Richie is all too content to follow her cues, smirking when she tugs at the waistband of his dark jeans, crawling on his hands and knees over her, before he settles his body between her legs, holding up the majority of his weight on one elbow while the other arm reaches up so his fingers can tangle in her hair as it slips behind her head.

For a moment it looks like he's going to lean in and kiss her, but instead his face moves past hers, burying itself in the crook of her neck, his lips dragging across all the skin she's left exposed, leaving behind a meandering trail of kisses over her shoulder, across her collarbone, his tongue licking away any traces of saltiness that might have collected where the valley between her breasts begins.

Once he reaches the other side, where her throat is untouched by his fangs, he breathes hotly against her skin while his hands push up on the fabric of her tank so he can run his hands up her abdomen, fingers running gently across the divets between her ribs.]

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[Kate even goes so far as to lift her head, ready to meet his mouth with her own but then she can feel the heat of his breath against her neck, the sensual play of his lips across her skin and she tilts her head back instead, letting it sink into the pillows as she exposes her throat and collarbone for him to explore.

Every time she finds herself with him like this, it becomes harder and harder to stop; her body always crying out for more as the fear gets washed away by her desire. And she does want him; he'd have to be deaf and blind not to know that. The way her body reacts to his every touch, the soft moans of pleasure and longing that spill over.

A shuddering sigh escapes; half contentment, half desire and her hand comes up to tangle through his hair, Kate's legs shifting, one hitching up on his thigh while her body arches into his touch. Rather than rush ahead to pull at his clothes, she allows herself a moment to drink in the feel of those kisses, her free hand moving to grip his side, pressing into his ribs as he exhales hot air against her neck.]

[Her fingertips press into his sides and he rocks against her, lips lifting to her ear before he quietly speaks to her.]

Roll over.

[Then he's lifting his body up slightly so his weight is mostly on his knees, his hands moving to her waist to guide her.]

[As he lifts up he'd see the confusion reflecting back at him, more curious than put off for the moment at least and while she does open her mouth as if to ask him why, there's a shift in her eyes, a trust being given as she allows him to guide her onto her stomach.]

Relax.

[His hands move back down to her waist, where her shirt is still slightly pushed up to her ribcage, and proceeds to shimmy it upward and over her head, tossing it aside on the floor. The brush of fabric over her head pulls her hair along with it, and once his hands are free, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the nape of her neck while his fingers make quick work of the closure on her bra.

It's a lot easier to do from this angle, okay?

Once that's done, his hands splay out across her back, pressing into either side of her spine as they move up the now unrestricted path from hips to shoulders. He presses another kiss to the curve where her neck curves to meet the rest of her body before he sits up slightly, his hand replacing his mouth on one side and his other matching on the opposite, his thumbs starting to work into her shoulders.]

You'll have to tell me if I push too hard.

[Being told to relax doesn't immediately mean that she can, especially with Kate not being entirely sure what was happening and while she'd been intending to remove her shirt all along, this position means that he doesn't get to see the look of uncertainty that plays across her features as he does so.

Kate tries to get comfortable, however, her arms coming up for her to rest against, turning her head to the side just as his fingers begin to make quick work of her bra. There is a stiffness there, a tension that runs through her shoulders but no sooner does he begin to press his hands into the muscles that surround her spine, does everything fall into place, her body shuddering gently as she exhales the breath she's been holding in.

His lips brush against her neck, sending a shiver sliding down her spine and despite the straps of her bra slipping over her shoulder, Kate relaxes further into the mattress, humming her understanding back at Richie as he starts to work the knots out of her shoulders.]

[It's handy that he picks up little skills and things from the people he's 'had to' consume since becoming a Culebra. No doubt at least one of them knew a bit about how to do this, given that his fingers apparently know where to go and what to press, how to find knots and ease them out. He's no professional, but it sure seems like he's done this before.

He works her back from top to bottom, smoothing out each spot of tension he comes across with almost technical precision. If he's gonna do something, he wants to be as damn good at it as he can be, and this is no exception.

He uses any sounds she makes to guide him, trying to interpret the good pain versus the not so good, focus on places where pained groans turned into something better.

She'll know it's almost over when his nails start to lightly drag over her skin, easing away any lingering tightness from the press of his fingers, his head dipping back down to press his lips right behind her ear before he trails his palms down her sides.]

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[It's fair to say that in Kate's thus short life, she's never once had somebody massage her back; Not even fully clothed, let alone the way that she is now but if anyone was in need of relaxing like this, it was the person slowly turning to jello beneath Richie's strong, skilled hands.

As the minutes tick by, she relaxes more and more, the soft sounds she makes in response to his touch, coming without restraint, her body seeming to melt into the mattress as he manipulates the tension out of her, one inch at a time.

By the time he's finished, she's in that hazy, half awake place, still conscious and very aware of his hands but not tensing as he brushes areas that before might have made her jumpy, more comfortable with him than she's perhaps ever been before.

The gentle scrape of his nails makes her shiver beneath his touch, a pleasant hum of contentment vibrating in her chest and as his lips press against her, Kate's head turns towards him, a small smile lingering as she tries to catch sight of him in her periphery.]

I wish I'd known you could do that... [Her smile widening a little as she exhales another dreamy sigh and Kate tries to turn a little so she can open herself up to a kiss, far too relaxed to be concerned about being on display right now.]

[His hands are there to help her turn over and, to his credit, his eyes remain focused on her face as he gives her the kiss she's searching for before he lifts his head to speak.]

That mean you're making me your personal masseuse now?

[He shifts from off her back, laying down beside and facing her with one arm draped over her waist, pulling her gently closer to him.]

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