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 becomes a process in which they're feeding into one another, Kate groaning every time his hips rock against hers, Richie driven by the sounds that she makes and she can feel how much he wants her every time he thrusts against her body, Kate breathing harder as both nerves and desire builds, the latter all but eclipsing the former.

His strong hand traces the swell of her breast, Kate's grip on his body tightening and at that first, gentle tease of the hardening nub of nerves, Kate moans against his mouth, her own hips lifting up from the mattress to rock into his as if desperate for more friction.

Her head spins, desire smothering common sense as Kate squirms beneath Richie, the voice that's telling her to slow things down, being silenced by the surge of hormones and she manages to free the hand that's trapped by their bodies, wrapping around his neck and shoulders, her hand cupping the back of his head as her tongue seeks to push past the barrier of his teeth in her aching need to taste him.]

[Richie's fight has been one of logic versus desire, and the latter has won by this point as the act of being with her like this envelops him. He wants her, he'd be lying if he said otherwise, and while he didn't lie to her earlier about what he needs, that doesn't mean he wouldn't take everything she had to give in a heartbeat if she wanted to hand it over.

His foray into actually touching her rewards him with the most enticing noise she's made thus far, and he grins almost wickedly against her lips as she presses up into him, essentially given the reassurance he needs that she wants him too and it's not a matter of not being ready for anything, just that there would eventually be a line that she wouldn't want to cross.

Maybe he'd actively try to find it this time. The heat in his body sure makes him want to.

His lips part further for her as she tugs his face closer in a harder kiss, his tongue less gentle as it wrestles with hers before withdrawing as he gently teases her there. The thumb of his hand brushes back the way it came, before he covers her with the entirely of his palm, giving her flesh a gentle, experimental squeeze.]

[Her breath quickens, heart sets to racing as it pounds against her ribcage and yet still she doesn't try to slow down. The intensifying ache that builds between her legs, makes it increasingly harder for her to remember why she would want to, Kate showing no signs of the fear and panic that usually cut things short.

When the kiss breaks, Kate pulls in a desperate breath of air, her head pressing back into the pillow as she struggles to focus on him with half-lidded eyes. The tease of his tongue draws a whimpering moan from deep inside of her, her fingers kneading his scalp and back as his own moves to cover her breast.

With a gentle arch of her back, Kate presses herself into his touch and another whimper spills past her lips, his name quickly following as she sways between kissing him and reacting instead.]

[Richie senses as she presses her body into his touch, causing his lips to creep up in another pleased grin, his lips catching her whimper and pressing lightly against hers as she reaches for them sporadically in response to him.

His thoughts, hazed with lust, become fixated on trying to make her produce those sounds over and over again, and his chin lifts as she presses her head back into the pillow again, finally daring to see what else she might like.

His head buries itself in the crook of her neck, his tongue dragging across her skin as the hand on her breast drags down slight, not to remove itself, but to roll her nipple between his fingers. While that's going on, his lips lower, teeth dragging along her collarbone before he starts to press kisses along her upper chest and down her sternum.]

[There's so much going on that her mind struggles to keep up with her body, Kate at the point of no longer trying and simply existing in this moment with him. She's aware of his hardened length as Richie presses between her legs, the aching throb that makes her whimper every time he rocks against her and she's painfully aware of the way her body cries out for more, as if every second spent in this bed has been designed to tempt or torture her.

Awareness does not, however, last for very long. The moment his mouth moves down to her neck, Kate's eyes roll back in her head, her fingers closing around the length of his hair as he taunts with every weapon he has in his arsenal. Her back curves against the hand that holds her in place, the sounds that rise up, caught between pleasure and surprise.

Senses assaulted at every angle, Kate squirms beneath his touch, her leg rubbing against his body as the tease of his fingers makes her groan and she's no longer trying to conceal herself, not laid out the way that she is, her nails dragging up and over his shoulder as it joins the other in pushing through his hair.]

[His voice rumbles against her skin as her leg pushes into him, but he's focused almost entirely on her reactions in the immediate moment, breathing hotly against her skin as he continues to press his lips along every inch of skin he can find on his meandering trail across her chest, though Kate might notice that he's slowly inching lower while his other hand continues its work.

He lifts his head finally, his eyes flicking up to catch the expression on her face, before it dips down again, rolling his tongue over the opposite nipple before catching it between his teeth before dragging them lightly away, his mouth covering the area entirely when he leans back in, applying gentle suction to the sensitive area.]

[He lifts his mouth from her body and finally she can breathe again, fast breaths, in and out as she tries to clear the haze of desire from her head. A hand untangles from Richie's hair, running down over her face as her tongue snakes out over her lips, her chest heaving as she sucks in desperate breaths of air.

Her chin dips, awareness slowly dawning as her gaze skates over Richie's features but before she can even meet his gaze his tongue is flickering out, hot breath warring with the cool air of the room as his tongue teases the hardened nub at the peak of one breast.

A low, shuddering sound erupts from deep inside of her, Kate's mouth falling open, eyes widening as he captures her between his teeth. The fingers that remain curled through his hair tighten, Kate's lips pressing together in an attempt to stifle the noises that want to break free. Her body rocking up and back as she struggles to gain control of her mind, body and reactions.

His lips wrap around her, drawing her into his mouth and there's no covering the moan that surrounds them, the sound a precious mix of surprise and pleasure as she lowers her head, hot breath rifling through his hair with ever breath she exhales.]

[He can't see the look on her face now, can only hear the sounds she makes, and they're exactly what he was looking for, even lacking the protest he thought he might have heard by now. It makes him all the more excited to tease her, tongue flicking across her from inside his mouth as his hand already on her skin stops only to move lower over her hip, fingers tugging on the waistband of her jeans.

After another few moments of torturing her, his lifts his head again, looking back up at her as he drifts off to the other side, intent on giving her a repeat performance.]

[Her heart stutters as her mind starts to race, Kate's body shuddering beneath him and she can feel it, the excitement building inside of him, in the way he taunts her with his mouth and grips her with his hands.

The tug of her jeans is like a jolt of electricity that shocks her back into clarity, Kate torn between wanting this and knowing if she didn't stop - slow, everything was going to spin out of control.]

Richie... [His name caught between a moan of pleasure and a plea, the time he takes to change his path from one breast to another, all she needs to make her move.]

Richie - [It's clearer now, Kate's fingers dragging back through his hair as she tries to draw his focus from her breasts to her face.]

[The first time she says his name, he doesn't stop, because it doesn't sound like she wants him to, and his name on her lips like that only makes him want it more.

And then she says it again, clear as a bell by comparison.

His eyebrows lift and he looks up, eyes slightly widened and his pupils dilated, seemingly snapping out of a haze almost instantly.]

Yeah?

[His hands move to either side of her, palms pressed into the mattress as he moves back up towards her face, eyes blinking rapidly and timed with the rise and fall of his chest.]

What's up?

[Too much? Did he hurt her? Is something else wrong?]

[He moves and Kate has another chance to breathe, trying to cool herself down as her body continues to vibrate with desire beneath him; every single part of her still wanting this, but for that niggling voice in the back of her mind.

Tongue snaking out over her lower lip, her hand moves to cup his face, an attempt at reassurance even now as her words and body send mixed signals. She's saying his name like she wants him to stop and yet she still has the haze of desire in her eyes, the look of somebody that would like nothing more than to not talk and go right back to where they left off.]

Nothing... [You mean aside from him :) ] No I just... need a moment. [Before she finds herself naked and wondering what happened to that plan to wait.

She pulls in a deep breath, her body shuddering with the exhale, Kate still painfully aware of how ready he is for more with him pressing against her thigh but she tries to focus on his face instead, her fingers trailing back across his cheek, along his hairline and down to his shoulder.]

I feel like if I don't stop... I won't. [Her eyebrows raising as she tries to emphasise the pont of what that might mean.] Not... completely just - [Oh god and now she's babbling.] Just can we... take a minute? Maybe? [...] Please?

[His eyes flick back and forth between her eyes as he absorbs her words, finding the sincerity of them in her gaze, his expression going from startled to calm rather rapidly after he realizes what's going on.

It's that pause that he'd been expecting, only he'd been so caught up that he hadn't realized that's all it was.

He breathes out, not realizing he'd been holding his breath while she spoke, letting himself exhale as he feels the touch of her fingers caressing his cheek.]

Yeah. Yeah, no problem.

[He doesn't sound dejected or anything at all; in fact he says it simply, moving back to where he'd laid before things had started to ramp up, his side on the mattress with his body draped slightly over her, hand moving to rest on her waist.

He watches her for a moment, letting himself catch his own breath before he speaks again.]

You know I wouldn't let that happen, right? [It had never been his intention, anyway. There were plenty of ways to end up satisfied that didn't have to do with that, even if most of his encounters in the past had ended up there. That hadn't been due to his starting it, though.] I've done a lot of screwed up shit, but I wouldn't do that. Especially not to you.

[He can't quite keep his mind from flashing back to that teller, though. No matter how much he knows that he wouldn't have done that if he'd been in his right mind, if his head hadn't been fucked with, it still bothers him from time to time.

He shoves the thought away as fast as it comes, though. It doesn't matter, not right now.]

[She makes no move to disengage from him, still wanting their closeness and she goes so far as to partially roll on her side so that she can face him, her chest still swelling with every breath that fills her lungs. It's a testament to how far they've come that she's not trying to cover herself up; no carefully places arms to conceal her chest, just the blanket that drapes over them both.

His words catch her by surprise, Kate's mouth falling open, an unexpected pang throbbing in her chest and she immediately shakes her head, her hand moving from his shoulder and back to his cheek in her rush to try and explain.]

No, Richie, I don't think - [But how could she explain it? How did she express what was going on inside of her head without leaving him feeling like she didn't trust him.] It's not you I'm worried about.

[She wasn't so good at this stuff, the talking part, perhaps cause she'd never really had to be before but she feels like now more than ever, it's important that she tries, that she offers him a window into her mind that he might not have glimpsed in her blood.]

I want you. [A simple statement of fact as Kate inches closer to him again, her thumb gliding around his cheekbone, her eyes darting from side to side as she searches his gaze.] I mean I - really, really want you.

[The twitch of her lips showing a smile that was tentative, uneasy and bordering on embarrassed.]

When we're... doing stuff.... I don't want to stop. [She never thought he would push for more, that he would take advantage of her in any way but if she was naked and telling him she wanted it in the moment? Would he be able to stop?]

[It's not exactly what he meant, but the fact that she spelled it out for him, spoke aloud that she already knew he wouldn't do that to her, meant more than just having her accept his words. She knew plenty about the things he had done, what he was capable of, and still trusted him with this thing she valued that she might give him in the heat of a moment.

The fact that she trusted him with anything meant something, really. People didn't tend to do that at all, not when it was just him.

His head tilts into her touch as his eyes remain locked on her in a way that would probably unnerve most people.

Kate was not most people.]

I can give you what you want without doing that. [A beat.] I don't mean it has to be right now, but some time. If you wanted me to.

[Is anything really that unnerving once you know full well that somebody can literally see into your soul? For Kate it's reassuring in a strange kind of way, the intensity that passes between them as he looks at her, reminding her that this isn't just some passing thing for him. It's so much deeper than that.

He speaks and her eyebrows slowly creep up her forehead, Kate gaping at him as she struggles to find the words to respond; her mouth closing again, lips pressing together as a question turns over in her mind.]

But what about... [The muscles in her face twitching as she struggles a little with spitting it out. (badoom ching).] You?

[The corner of his mouth lifts at that, and he has to actually hold back a chuckle before he leans his face closer to hers, speaking conspiratorily.]

I guess that part would be up to you.

[Then he draws his face back, and it's clear by the expression on his face that he's at least 90% fucking with her.]

I'll be just fine, Kate. It's not like I won't be enjoying myself.

[Other people could have made a comment like that to Kate and she'd be lifting her knee to his groin but Richie had a way of being just charming enough that she had to fight against the smile that wants to pull wide across her mouth.

As he draws back, she actually wriggles closer, her fingers dancing along his collarbone as she tries not to succumb to embarrassment while they had this conversation. If she couldn't even talk about this with him, without wanting to find a rock to crawl under? She clearly had no business doing it.]

But if I... want to... [Because of course she was at least curious, it was impossible not to be when she could feel his reaction to her.]

Because I do... want to... with you. [And even saying such things was all new territory for her, but just about everything about them was that for Kate.]

[She seems to follow him even as he tries to put that short distance back between their faces, and so he's leaning back in to meet her until their noses are nearly touching, grinning at her all over again. It's funny how easily she seems to be able to bring that out of him, smiles that are real instead of just 100% smarmy.]

Then I'm all yours.

[Her own smile widens in response to his, Kate's nose brushing Richie's as she slips an arm around his body, her fingers trailing down his spine as the other hand moves to the nape of his neck.

She doesn't rush to pick things up again, giving themselves a little time to simmer down, to get comfortable with the feel of her body pressed to his and her leg slips between his legs, her thigh gently pressing at his groin as her fingers dance a path up towards his ear.]

Are you really... [Her smile taking on a slightly mischievous curl as she shifts to light teasing.]

[His head tilts as her fingers travel up the side of his neck, continuing to stare at her despite her face close enough to brush his, and he shifts towards her as Kate's leg pushes against him again, his chin lifting as he stifles a nearly inaudible noise, his eyes glittering darkly at her.

He sees you teasing him, missy.

Richie shrugs nonchalantly at her words, his words sarcastic.]

And here I thought I was being kind of obvious.

[You say teasing, she says warming up...]

Just making sure. [But before he can throw any comments back, her head tilts, Kate's lips brushing against his, smiling against the teasing, drawn out kiss that never fully takes hold.

The hand at his back travels the length of his spine, fingertips teasing the waist of his jeans and she gently captures his lower lip between her teeth, her tongue trailing aling the outer edge before releasing it again.]

[Oh ho ho~

He's curious to see what this is all about, and if she's going to be proactive in the moment, he's certainly not going to stop her. His eyes are half-lidded as he watches her, his tongue wetting his lips as her teeth release his lip, his thumb running back and forth over the skin near her waist as he waits to see if she's going somewhere with this.

She can keep tugging at his jeans, though. He's one hundred percent okay with this.]

[Richard, if you're waiting for Kate to really start something, you'll probably die of old age first, which is saying something considering you're immortal and you both happen to be in a place where people don't age...

That doesn't mean she's not testing her own limits here, Kate's fingertips skimming along the waist of his jeans, around to his hip as she pulls her face back an inch, eyes darting from side to side as she drinks him in, gaze lingering on his mouth again.

Her eyes open a little wider and he might catch a flicker of uncertainty there as her hand lingers at his hip, like she's daring herself to do something but isn't sure she has the courage to follow through and she kisses him again, firmer this time as her hand curves around his leg, massaging the muscle through the denim.]

[He's a patient guy, okay. She wanted to slow down, he's just seeing if she has something in mind before he jumps the gun.

She let him take his time to touch and explore, and even if this is a tamer version of that, he's not gonna go and interrupt her.

Instead, he busies himself with her mouth, plying it open with his as he runs his tongue just below the bow of her upper lip. His leg hitches a little tighter over her, returning her kiss with similar intensity as her hands press into him through the fabric of his pants.]

[The kissing side at least was something she'd gotten comfortable with and for a few moments Kate allows herself to get drawn into the way his lips move against hers; firm and soft at once, the taste of him as his tongue teases.

Her hand continues to press into his leg, rubbing against him, slowly teasing around to the front of his body, hinting at the thoughts running through her mind but never quite following through.

He'd feel her breathing shift as she works to keep kissing him back, her reaction not quite fitting of an innocent kiss and it would likely look as though she's backing off when she releases him, the sudden stop suggesting as much but then her hand is trying to work its way between their bodies, her knuckles brushing against his abdomen as it inches across.]

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