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 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.]

[Still hooked over her shoulders, her bra, more or less, stays in place, keeping her as modest as she can really be in this situation as he helps her onto her side, Kate a little more aware of her lack of coverage, but no trace of panic in her eyes.]

Mmm. [Almost pretending to think about it before it's followed up with a definite;] Yes.

[The wide smile that pulls at her mouth, shifts as he draws her into him, Kate's heart beating a little faster in her chest as she falls into his gaze; more aware still, of the strap that slips down her shoulder, of the fact that neither had made any moves to fasten the clasp on her bra.]

Are you complaining? [Kate's leg shifting, pushing between his as they become entangled.]

Nah.

[He says the word casually. Totally not a big deal. He doesn't mind in the slightest.

Their legs entwine and he shifts even closer, his hand sliding up her waist and under the loose band of her bra, his thumb running back and forth over the skin there as he leans in to murmur against her mouth.]

If you'd been a paying customer, would you have left me a nice tip?

[This is his dumbass way of asking if she has any suggestions. He's pretty sure he did alright by her reaction but...you know.]

Anything I can do to improve?

[Drawn in by his lips brushing against hers, Kate's arm slips over his side, not obsessed with trying to keep herself covered like she had been in the past.]

No. [The grin likely being felt before she could finish that teasing response.] But that's only because I'm cheap.

[Eyes fluttering closed, Kate's tongue trails out to tease at his lower lip, her teeth taking over as she lightly nips at him.]

It was perfect. [Finally offering some reassurance.] But it was also the first time anyones ever done that so... [She was in virgin territory here.

Mind the pun.]

[Seeing as she's not exactly in a hurry to try and fix the very loose article of clothing she's only half wearing, he's instead going to let his hand run over her shoulder, finger hooking in the strap that's hanging over her upper arm, pulling it lower.

That can't be comfortable, can it? These things sure as fuck never look comfortable.]

Low standards then, huh? I can work with that.

[His teeth drags over his own lower lip where she's nipped at him, the continuous smirk on his face only growing more confident as time passes.]

[Oh Richard. They're not comfortable at all and most women would honestly rather live without them but at present, kate's not quite bold enough to voluntarily remove it completely.

She doesn't however, make a single move to stop him from aiding in its removal. It's almost like, if she doesn't openly acknowledge what he's doing, then she doesn't have to panic over it.]

Maybe you're just setting the bar very high.

[She'd been working very hard not to think too much about the bra strap that was moving down her arm but it reached a point where there was nowhere for it to go, either back up her arm, or off completely and she all but froze as she lay there with him, her mind see-sawing between one option and the other.

As if to buy herself a few seconds, her lips press against his, a slow, drawn out kiss that sends a wave of warmth through her body and she shifts again, inching closer to Richie before, without overthinking it, she pulls her arm back from his waist so that he can pull the strap free, Kate's lips still gently working against his.]

[That's permission enough in his book as he pulls the strap free from her arm, letting the entire article of clothing fall against the mattress between them. To save her the trouble of dealing with that, he draws out the kiss even longer as his arm against the bed does the last quick tug to get the other strap from where it's trapped, pushing the whole thing off the edge of the bed without breaking from her mouth.

He pulls her back in close, his chest pressing against hers, now fully bare, as he reaches for the covers to drag over them both in an effort to make sure she doesn't get cold. Then his hands are on her again, resting against either side of her ribcage, thumbs brushing over the outer edge of her curves.]

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[A wave of nerves arcs through her chest as he helps to rid her of the undergarment, Kate's heart doing a series of flips and false starts as she almost forgets how to move her lips against his. Their kiss makes it that much easier, though, distracting her, and him to some degree and before she can second guess everything she's doing, he's pulling her beneath the blankets and dragging her in close.

It's only once she's beneath the security that the covers provide that she remembers to breathe again, closing the kiss with a series of tender presses before exhaling a shuddering breath that fans out across his face.

It's hard to ignore the rising nerves that roll around inside of her, Kate's senses heightened as his thumbs trace her curves, her gaze trailing along the line of his lower lip as she drags in another shaky breath.

Another shiver winds its way down her spine, Kate's hand moving back to rest against his waist and for another few seconds she merely inhales and exhales, trying to find the easy calm she'd experienced only a little while ago.

But then she's leaning into him again, her lips brushing his and a soft, hum of a moan vibrates between them as some of those nerves start to dissipate, her lips parting so she can taste him.]

[He watches her quietly, his gaze shifting from her eyes to her mouth and then back again, watching her roll thoughts over in her head, watching her breathing, her chest pressing against him with each inhale as they slow.

Once she leans back into him, his eyes slide closed, mouth parting for her as his head tilts, tongue meeting hers halfway.

His hands release her briefly to move to the neck of his shirt, undoing the first few buttons with slow, measured movements. After another round of reading her soul, the emotional intensity of that encounter still burning through his veins, he has a hard time resisting the urge to want to rid himself of the barriers that still keep them apart, his skin craving hers the way his tongue craves the taste of her soul.]

[Kate's mouth moves against his, slow and gentle, the tentative dance of their tongues sending a thrill through her body. One that wars with the wave of giddiness that starts in her chest and settles in her stomach. She breathes him in, allowing his scent to wrap around her and Kate falls back into the safety and security she always feels in his arms, the knots in her stomach slowly starting to release as her body relaxes against his.

The wild hammer of her heart begins to slow and settle, the kiss deepening in response and the hand that so uselessly rested at his side, begins to cut a path up his body, growing in confidence with every inch that it travels.

Eyes fluttering open when he releases her, Kate watches his fingers work over the buttons of his shirt, her body aching with the memory of his skin against her skin. The kiss stalls, as if she's forgotten how to move her mouth, unable to think through her actions and maintain their intimacy.

With a tilt of her head, Kate peers up at Richie, her fingers kneading flesh through the material of his shirt and she knows what he wants - like she can read the thoughts racing through his head, knows because they so clearly echo her own and the hand at his side weaves between them, trembling fingers brushing against the closed button of his shirt before trying to slip it free.]

[His eyes flick down at her, bright and hazy in the same breath, another contradiction to go along with the rest of him. His lips part as he realizes what she's doing, and he allows her to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt instead, busying his hands by brushing them through her hair, letting his fingers trail along the side of her face, down her neck, over her shoulder, another act of memorizing her.

He shrugs off the shirt once she's finished the last few buttons, pulling his arms free before losing it somewhere on the floor behind her, and then he's reaching behind his head to pull at the neck of his undershirt, removing that over his head in one smooth movement.

Once that's gone, he's reaching for her, pulling her into a simple embrace just so he can exist for a moment, feel her warmth, his only other movement to press his lips gently against her shoulder.]

[Nerves threaten to overwhelm her, Kate's heart in her throat as she watches him peel off the layers, a shuddering intake of air making her shoulders shake as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her flush against him.

Blood rushes to her head, pounds in her ears, her chest all but heaving with her quickened breaths and it takes Kate several moments just to pull herself back from the edge of panic to simply exist in his arms with him.

The gentle brush of his lips against her shoulder, acts like a balm to soothe her, Kate's arm moving back around his body to hold herself firm against him and her face presses against his chest as she exhales a shaky stream of hot air, Kate willing herself to settle so she can simply focus on being here with him.]

[She feels small in his arms, fragile in a way, and yet he knows that so much of that is just an illusion. In many ways, she's stronger than he is, so sturdy in her convictions and her ability to look past the surface in a way that is similar and yet different from his own.

Kate may think that he's steadying her in this moment, but she does the same for him every day. Who knows what he would be up to, the things he'd be doing, if she weren't here. He would go about his business, act 'fine,' but when had he ever actually been okay?

Instead, she brings out this person in him that he didn't think existed, an almost semblance of normal, his more impulsive tendencies buried beneath a desire to just be in her orbit.]

You okay?

[It bears asking because he knows what it's like to not be okay and not want to say anything.]

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[Nothing in her life had been okay, not for the better part of a year. She'd found a way to keep moving, to put one foot in front of the other, not because she knew how but because there was no other choice. Somebody had to hold it together, hold her family together, hold Seth together. Somebody had to keep everyone's heads above water, even though she felt as though she was drowning most days.

Kate went through the motions of existing in the hopes that one day, she'd learn how to live with the constant ache that she carried with her but she hadn't been okay, not really and the truth is, nobody really wanted to know that.

It's funny then, how two words can be so simple and yet turn a moment completely on its head. How the act of simply asking, of wanting to know, can be everything to somebody who feels like nobody has truly considered how she is for a very long time.

She's not prepared for the wave of emotion that washes over her when he speaks, Kate's grip on him tightening, as if he can be the anchor that keeps her from being lost at sea and she lets out a shuddering breath, presses her lips against his chest, waiting for the rising emotion to settle and subside as she swallows past the lump that's lodged in the back of her throat.

Kate doesn't respond at first - can't, instead brushing her cheek against his bare chest, pulling comfort and calm from his closeness, the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart. She feels her own pulse start to steady, as if responding to his and the ache that had surfaced begins to ease as she focuses on Richie.

Finally lifting her gaze, she drinks in his features, her grip on him easing, becoming more tender than desperate.]

I will be.

[She wasn't exactly talking about this moment but it applied to it just as much as it did to everything else and is if to show him that, she stretches up, her lips seeking his in s soft yet tender kiss.]

[She doesn't answer him with words, not right away. Instead, Richie is there to hold her while she brushes her lips and skin against him, listens to the beat of his heart. It's not all that unlike what he does himself at times when he curls up with her to just exist for a while, to take comfort he's lacked over the years.

He knows what her life was like before they came together in Wonderland, the shit she went through with Seth and her brother after Richie went his own way, as if the crap in the Twister, not to mention her family drama, hadn't been enough. He didn't feel sympathy for her, not exactly. He's not sure she would even want that. Life sucked and life was unfair and he'd come to terms with that a long time ago. You either dealt with it or the world tore you apart.

The world hadn't torn Kate apart.

Not the one he held in his arms, anyway.

He holds still as she leans back in, letting her reassure him because as these thoughts speed through his overactive brain, he needs it in order to pull himself back out of the darker recesses of his mind. He finally kisses her back, tentatively at first, and then with slowly growing hunger as he lets her presence consume him.]

[Kate didn't need his sympathy any more than she needed him to rescue her. All she really needed, wanted was this. To be seen, to matter. To be asked. She needed patience and understanding and somebody to just, check in with her from time to time, to let her know that what she felt was important.The rest of it would work itself out along the way and that would be so much easier to bear, knowing she didn't have to deal with it alone. That's what he gave her and it was more valuable than anything she could ever ask for instead.

As he kisses her back, the tension melts away, Kate humming softly against his lips, a surge of emotion rolling through her as it slowly intensifies. Her lips part, her tongue snaking out to dance with his, and a feeling of certainty washes over her, quelling her nerves as she wraps herself up in Richie.

Her hand moves over the muscular plains of his back, a groan rumbling in her chest as the other winds up to cup his face and she can finally appreciate the sensation of skin against skin, the hum of pleasure that comes from their bodies brushing together. He'd feel her breathing change, made ragged with her desire as her nails lightly run across his bare skin, her body rolling into him as if craving the friction.]

[Over time, he's figured out what that sounds means when accompanied by the rolls of her hips. It's how he knows that she's not overthinking things, when the way he touches her seems to take over, and she stops holding back.

He gets why she would. He's done it plenty over the years, though more out of necessity and lack of opportunity than anything else. Acting on his urges almost always ended badly, people not reacting to him the way he might have wanted, his general difficulty in connecting with people outside of his brother and Eddie just a simple fact of life. He was different. He knew that, and it didn't really bother him.

Kate was probably the first person outside of what he considered family that he felt like he could talk to without having to try so hard.

It's what made him try harder in some ways, though in a completely different way. Because she made him human, which was almost ironic considering he wasn't even actually human anymore.

His hands drift down to her hips in reaction to the movement of her body, fingers pressing in before he rolls onto his back, taking her with him and settling her body on top of his so that she could continue to do as she pleased to find what it was she wanted from him.]

[She stiffens as he rolls onto his back, the control she gains leaving her more uncertain than confident, Kate tucking herself against his chest as her hands come up to cradle his face, arms providing a shield for her exposed sides, her chest staying pressed against his so she won't be on display.

Every time they were together, she felt like she was at war between want and experience, her body craving more but her brain cutting in to tell her she wasn't ready. Despite his assurances, there was a part of her that always worried he'd someday grow impatient or frustrated, that eventually, she was going to find that limit that he existed didn't exist. And then she'd remember this was Richie and the knots would start to ease because while he'd shown her in a thousand ways that he wanted her, she knew he wanted to simply exist with her more.

Exhaling a shuddering breath against his lips, she shifts on top of him, trying to nestle against his body while remaining concealed beneath the covers.]

Is this... okay? [Her lips brushing his as her voice, though quiet, splits the air.] I'm not, crushing you... or anything? [Because she would not sit or try to support her own weight, not like this and while it was foolish to think anyone as small as her could crush Richie with their weight? She did so often resort to talking whenever the nerves got too much, buying herself the time she needed to settle.]

[He chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest and into hers as she shifts against him.]

No, you're not.

[Kate your weight is probably in double digits.]

Besides, I can technically survive without air anyway.

[He smirks against her lips, brushing her hair out of their faces and over one of her ears.

He ponders something for a moment before he speaks again, seemingly out of nowhere.]

You don't have to hide so much. I won't look if you don't want me to. [A beat.] Or we could go back to where we were. Whatever you want.

[Look, she doesn't know. It's not like she has a lot of experience with laying on top of people, Richie. Plus when you lay on her, you hold yourself up and she thinks maybe she should be doing that but then it's girls gone wild up in this bed and that's a little scary for her.]

You can? [Did this suddenly turn into a Culebra Biology class?

Why this.]

No, it's... [She moves a little, about to pull back but can't without exposing more of herself, Kate's fingers pressing into his shoulders as she practically clings to him. (She is an actual Gecko right now).]

It's not the looking. [Okay no it is totally the looking, at least in part.] You know it's just... new and... [And she can't actually string together a coherent sentence.]

[Is she impressed? She's probably impressed. Maybe. At least he realizes he probably shouldn't talk about how he can survive getting shot in the head.

He's just going to...rewind this a little bit and roll her back onto her side and then ever so slightly onto her back. Not only is he somehow aware that she's not being entirely forthcoming, she doesn't need to be worried about things like suffocating him when that's the absolute furthest thing she should even be thinking about.

He adjusts the pillows under her head with one hand before he settles against her, though most of his weight is on the mattress beside her, his leg slipping between hers and the blankets falling over them to conceal her from view.

He can still easily touch her, and his hand skims across her stomach before settling against her ribcage before he leans in to kiss her, hopefully effectively solving this little predicament he's gotten them into.]

[Her fingers dig into his shoulders as they're moving again, Kate still stiff and awkward but as soon as he's creating a canopy with his body, some of that tension starts to ease.

She breathes in, slowly exhales, her fingers easing their grip one by one and she even drops her arm enough so that she's no longer completely trying to hide from view.

~~Yes. Good work, Richie.~~

Relaxing back into the pillow, Kate's eyes lift, her gaze skating over Richie's features, another giddy wave rolling through her as his hand dances across her stomach, her own moving to rest against his side.

His mouth descends, her own yielding, tentative for the space of several heartbeats but she warms up to the brush of his lips, Kate shifting beneath him as her lips part, her tongue gently probing once more.]

[His hand continues to wander, sliding up her side, his thumb brushing against the gentle curve there before it moves around to her back, fingers pushing and dragging in the places he remembers causing the most reaction when he was working at her muscles earlier.

As her tongue slips into his mouth, his own tangles gently with it, his head tilting to the side so that it can deepen even further, the press of his lips progressively becoming more desperate, hunger building back up in his chest.

After exploring the delicate muscles along her spine, his hand travels back down, running over her hip and under her knee, hooking it up over his waist as he presses himself against her, instinct taking over briefly as the quiet desire in his lungs turns into something more and drops into his gut. His lips break from hers as he exhales a silent groan, though they quickly reclaim her mouth, this time with more obvious purpose.]

[His slow exploration allows her to get comfortable, to stop thinking about what his hands are doing and where they might go next, the tension that had been there finally leaving her as she sinks into the kiss, allowing Richie to set the pace as Kate follows his lead.

He guides her leg but she's only too willing to hook it over him, their hips drawn flush, and her head dances with the memory of his arousal, his hardened length rubbing between her legs just from the feel of her against him and then he groans, Kate almost sure he can read her mind as a warmth rises up her neck and spreads across her cheeks.

The hunger as their lips meet again excites her, Kate's hands doing their own exploration now and her nails skim across his back, her leg encouraging the press of his body as it tightens around him, Kate's lips vibrating beneath his as a low groan rises up, smothered only by their kiss.]

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