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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[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.]

[Richie manages to catch on, at least, his body shifting slightly in a way that allows her some semblance of room between them, his mouth breaking from hers to move off to the side, nuzzling her face before he presses a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, and finally her throat, where he continues to press his lips lazily against her skin, his breath brushing the bottom of her ear.

His stomach goes taut as her knuckles make gentle contact, a reaction to her touch ghosting across him.]

[Without the kiss to concentrate on, Kate's left with the movement of her hand, the free one gripping his shoulder a little too tight as his lips carve a gentle path towards her throat. He'd miss her eyes opening, the flicker of panic that swells in their hazel depths before they close again and she's twisting her arm around, her fingers now teasing at his stomach at an awkward angle.

He has to know, she realizes, what this awkward attempt is and she can feel her fingers tremble at the thought of dipping lower. Sure of what she wants to do but less so on how to do it and she dips her head. Kate's face now pressing against his shoulder, her lips running across his skin as her fingers dance down towards the front of his jeans in what has been a painfully slow descent.]

[He can certainly make an educated guess, though his brain is starting to fail him as her fingers travel down their slow path. His muscles are still tight beneath her touch, anticipating what she might be attempting, but he can also feel the way her hand shakes ever so slightly.

His teeth nip at her throat before she feels suction pull gently at the wounds he made earlier, sucking just hard enough to recreate a taste of what it might have felt like when he fed from her earlier. The hand on her waist rises along her side before his rest on her shoulder, his thumb brushing there instead in a quiet attempt to reassure her before his hand turns over and moves to thread itself into her hair, cupping the back of her head as his lips break from her neck to return to her mouth.]

[A whimper of a moan echoes in the cavernous space created by their bodies, Kate's fingers flexing in an attempt to keep them from shaking and for just a moment she lays there with him, allows the feel of that gentle suction to wrap around her, Kate focusing on the warmth that pools in her belly and spreads outwards from there.

He'd be able to feel her pulse beneath his lips, the rapid thrum of blood just below the surface, her quickened breaths that brush hot air against his skin as she keeps her face buried against his shoulder. Instead of trying to push through right away, her fingers roam across the taut surface of his stomach, her touch becoming firmer as the seconds tick by.

His fingers tangle in her hair and Kate exhales a shuddering breath, her eyes closing as she allows his touch to soothe her and she presses her lips to his shoulder again, soft and tender before finally allowing her hand to dip lower.

It's tentative at first, nerves causing her hand to shake, the outer edge of her fingers brushing alongside his zipper and he'd feel her hot breaths fanning out across his shoulder as she works up the courage to touch him fully, until finally, there's some relief in the flat press of her palm between his legs.]

[He breathes out, hot and heavy against her skin, as her hand moves over him, soft but very present pressure, a different kind of friction than what's been created previously by the grinding of their hips. This was more deliberate and, therefore, more intense somehow, even without the force behind it.

She'd feel him easily beneath her palm, as he's been hard for her for awhile now, never quite given the time to completely simmer down while she took her relaxing breaths earlier, and his hips move slightly but eagerly into her touch, the action unbidden and instinctual.

The hand in her hair grips the back of her head a little harder, the other running over her hip and then around to her lower back before his fingers dip just slightly past her waistband to curve into her softness, trying not to hold onto her too tightly.]

[Her heart skips, stutters, breath catching in her throat, her brain sluggish as she registers what she's feeling beneath her hand; the hardened outline of his arousal as it presses against his zipper, her hand now curving around him as she struggles to hold herself steady.

He begins to gently roll into her touch, eager for the friction and her grip on his shoulder tightens, Kate exhaling another shaky breath against his skin. She's too dumbstruck at first to really know what she's doing, too focused on keeping her heart from beating right out of her chest and so she breathes through the nervous energy that makes her body vibrate, letting his scent overwhelm her in the process.

The arms that wrap around her, help to anchor her to him, emotionally just as much as physically until finally, her head lifts to tentatively brush her lips against his shoulder, the hand that moulds against him beginning to apply a little pressure as she traces his length through the material of his jeans.]

[A hum vibrates through his lips, the tight grip she has on his shoulder combined with the tantalizing way her hand starts to move against him causing his brain to haze over further, breath starting to come a little quicker as if in reply. His hands tighten on her once more as well, and as her lips brush against his shoulder, his lips seek out hers, the fingers in her hair helping turn her head towards his face.

His kiss takes on a needy quality, desperate in its intensity, echoing the way his hips continue to seek out her touch in rhythm with her fingers.

Richie whispers her name against her mouth, a verbal indicator that there is absolutely nothing wrong with what she's doing, no matter what kind of insecurity she might hold. Honestly, there really is no wrong way for her to touch him, as far as he's concerned. The fact that she wants to, that she is, is everything.]

[The moment their lips meet there's an immediate understanding that she should have kissed him again sooner, the pressure of his mouth against her own helping to quell the storm of nerves that was whipping around in her chest. He'd been patient though, understanding, waiting for her to be ready instead of pushing her forward and while her touching him may have been everything to him, his response was that for her.

Lips parting beneath his, she groans against the kiss, Kate's touch growing with confidence at his obvious reaction to her and the way he says her name, spurs her on as she generates a friction between his legs. She can feel the hunger growing, from him, her in kind and the hand that rests against his shoulder wriggles its way down between their bodies, cutting a path all the way down to where her other has found a rhythm.

Groaning against his lips, Kate's second hand fumbles to find the top button of his jeans, the kiss keeping her locked on him as she manages to slide it free without shaking too hard. That done her fingertips trace the closed teeth of his zip, seeking out the metal tab that will help her to release him, his name mumbled in an urgent whisper against his lips before she's right back to kissing him again.]

[His jaw clenches, his teeth gritting together behind their kiss, lips breaking away only briefly for a groan to rumble free of his throat before his mouth is against hers again, letting her swallow the noise as his tongue tangles with hers.

Any resemblance of logic starts to fade as she works him through his pants, and as his name tumbles from her lips, he feels the waist of his jeans loosen around him, heat burning in his face and in his gut as he realizes why, not having really expected her to go that far.

He's sure as fuck not complaining, his eyes shut as his teeth nip at lips here and there, giving them the only chances they have to catch their breaths, before he's renewing his assault on her mouth with his own.]

[It's something akin to relief as she manages to wrestle his zipper open, Kate barely getting a chance to pull in a quick breath of air before Richie's mouth is on hers again, a hard and needy kiss that steals the air from her lungs as her helping hand moves away and while it claws at the side he has resting on the mattress, she's free to finally explore a little more with the other.

Moving in at an angle that's both awkward and unnatural, Kate manages to slip her hand past the opening of his jeans, a gasp stealing his breath as she presses her hand against him, the feeling of it completely different to how it was against his jeans.

Here, her boldness escapes her, Kate's hand merely resting against him, her mind freezing as all sensible thoughts vanish and she forgets how to make her lips work against his.]

[She swallows the groan he makes with her gasp, stealing it away through his lips, as he shifts above her, his knee coming up to brush against the inside of her thighs to part them, also allowing him to put a bit more space between their bodies to give her more room to maneuver her hands. For as much as her mouth falters, he seems eager enough to do the work for her, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth to suck at it gently before releasing it.

He's lost the majority of his mental capacity at the moment, his eyes having rolled closed in the midst of her slipping her hand inside, his nails lightly scraping across her scalp at the back of her head before his hand moves without conscious thought, dragging down her neck, over her shoulder, and down to her chest, still bare underneath him.

She's touching him, and all he wants to do is feel her and touch her back, his hand exploring her upper body, sliding over any skin it can find until it settles over her breast, kneading it gently with his palm.]

Edited 2017-02-02 02:06 (UTC)

[Kate allows him to maneuver her, following his lead as he gently pries her legs apart, a shiver sliding down her spine as his nails roll across her scalp. She's slow to respond to his mouth again, a whimper spilling over as he sucks on her lower lip but the feel of his hand as it begins to explore, shakes her out of her stupor.

Still pressing against him, the shift of her hand pushes the opening to his jeans out of her way, Kate's fingers trailing along his length as they gently mold against him and the nerves fall away, Richie distracting her instead with what his hand is doing.

A moan erupting, Kate's mouth begins to work, renewing the kiss with a hunger that she'd scarcely shown before; her tongue tangling with his and the intensity increasing with her gentle sucking. Clumsy fingers try to claim him as she seeks to find some semblance of a rhythm but the pants that still cling to his hips make it difficult for her to maneuver, inexperienced hands making for uncertain moves as she settles for holding him instead.]

[He can feel his jeans tugging at his hip bones as Kate tries to make room for her hand between him and the fabric, and the hand that he has drifted down the back of her pants grips her skin tighter briefly so that he can coax her completely onto her side before pulling his hand free, placing his side down on the mattress as well next to her, giving them both better maneuverability in general.

Now with a second hand free, he tugs his own pants lower past his hips, because fuck if they aren't frustratingly in the way. The knee between her legs presses upward gently, his thigh putting pressure at the juncture of her thighs, before lowering again while his hands continue to simply find places to touch her; fingertips drifting over the curve of her waist, brushing over the peak of a nipple, dipping down into the valley of her collarbone.

His voice is quiet, but not absent, a parade of pleasured and stifled breaths filtered between busy lips that seem hesitant to part from hers for even a moment.]

[As she settles on her side, her other hand begins its own exploration of his body, sliding across the muscular contours of his abdomen, her fingers stretching out in their eagerness to drink in as much of him as possible. His own eager searching makes her body shiver with exhilaration beneath his touch, Kate wanting more - of it, of him.

The pressure of his leg sees her rock against him, trying to force the growing ache to subside, a groan coming over the top of his as their lips smack together.

The hand that cups him, almost too gently, moves along his length with increasing speed, Kate driven by the noises he makes and the knowledge that she's the cause. Fingers fanning out, she brushes against the opening to his boxer briefs, the nails of her other hand lightly biting into his skin as she dares to slip between the material.

Kate can feel her heart pounding violently inside her chest, the kiss becoming more desperate somehow as she presses herself hard against his leg, but then it stops. A sudden flicker of uncertainty - fear - excitement, a skipped heartbeat's worth of nothingness right before her fingertips brush along his length.]

[He finds himself having to pause, his mind not making room for anything other than reacting to her. His hands come to a stop on either side of her rib cage, fingers gripping into her with desperation. It's been many a night of kissing and mostly innocent touching over the last half a dozen weeks or so, and he's only 'human,' so to speak.

Her nails dig into his flesh and then her fingers are teasing themselves beneath fabric before she grinds herself against him and finally reaches out to feel him, skin on skin, and his body momentarily goes as rigid as where she's touching him.

His breath skips out of him, mouth breaking away as he hides his eyes in her shoulder, groaning quietly behind closed lips as he focused on keeping his shit together, because he promised he would and she's just making it so damn hard.

Not a complaint, by the way. Just a fact.

His eyes lift back up to her face, pressing his hips once more against her hand, and he slowly leans in to recapture her mouth, trying to keep the kiss from feeling too desperate so that he doesn't fucking lose ever bit of self-control he has right now.

He needs a distraction, even a little one, so he forces his hands to move. They run down her sides, pull together over her stomach, and graze over the tops of her thighs, as if his hands are drawn to want to return the feelings she's giving him.]

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[He goes rigid and Kate's first thought is that she's doing something wrong, her hand kept perfectly still against him as her eyes fly open. He buries his face against her shoulder, the low groan going right through her and it's all she needs to know that this is the opposite of wrong.

A giddy wave of nerves rolls through her, Kate's fingers lightly trembling against his arousal and as he presses his hips into her hand, her fingers curl around his width, a shuddering breath filling her lungs at the feel of him moving between her fingers.

The controlled kiss actually helps her to focus, Kate struggling to be aware of anything other than the fact that he's hard and in her hand and she gives an almost, experimental pull, gently stroking him once - then twice as she tries to figure out what on earth she's doing.

Her free hand roams up his chest, up and over his shoulder, stopping once it reaches the back of his head and she holds him in the kiss as her tongue pushes past the barrier of his lips, a gentle roll as it skims across the surface of his tongue.]

[Yeah no, Kate. Definitely the opposite of wrong.

Her fingers curl around him and he sucks in a breath through his teeth mid-kiss, and just when he thinks he's got his wits about him, she's pulling on him once...and then again, and he groans almost pathetically against her mouth, his eyes closed to only slits, his chin lifted as he looks down at her through his eyelashes.

He's glad that she's the one pushing forward with this kiss, because this time it's his lips that falter against hers, his chest rising and falling as he takes a long breath through his nose, and he at least manages to brush his tongue against hers in response as his hips rock against her hand again.

Her legs are still parted slightly, his knee bent between hers to keep them slightly entangled, and his hands continue to try to grip at her thighs before one of them grows bolder as she experimentally strokes him. His hand turns over and then ghosts his knuckles against her jeans at the juncture where her legs meet, forcing himself to keep his eyes open enough to watch the expression on her face.]

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[Kate's fingers splay against the back of his head, rolling over his scalp as she drives the kiss. It's not as wild and hungry as it had been before but there's no less intensity, not with the way she continues to move her hand against him, growing with confidence as the seconds ticked by.

Restricted by the constraints of his briefs, Kate's hand works over the base of his cock, finding a slow yet steady rhythm as his hand move along her thighs, but with his leg between her own, she's not entirely aware of what it is that he's doing, her focus completely on him and his reactions to her as her body instinctively seeks to close the distance that exists between them, despite the difficulty created by what she's doing to him.]

[His head tilts back even further as her nail rake through his hair, his lips breaking away as his eyes open wide and he lets out a groan, less constrained that any noise he's made thus far. But his head lowers back down quickly enough, and while his kiss may not be bordering into wild territory, the press of his mouth against hers is hard and needy, much like the rest of him by this point.

She finds a rhythm quickly enough as she seemingly starts to get used to the feel of him, and his hands quickly rise back up to her stomach, a palm on each side of her waist, as if gripping onto her will hold him steady. His hips tilt toward her hand each time she strokes down on him, and she would feel him somehow feel even harder, even if she had previously thought it wasn't possible.

His lips open up against hers, another pleasured noise escaping him, and she'd feel his body shudder once, her name spilling from his lips as soon as his brain can figure out how to make his vocal chords form the word.]

[That's the kind of noise she won't be able to forget in a hurry, the sound of it going through her and triggering a giddy, thrilling wave of pleasure that starts at her chest and curls between her legs as she presses her hips, firm against Richie's leg.

Emboldened by his response and unable to explore him fully inside his briefs, Kate's hand moves to guide him past the opening and she's suddenly far more aware of his size now that he's not trapped by a layer of material, their kiss faltering as that realization rolls around in her head and she actually pulls all the way from base to tip for the first time.

Another flicker of nerves flares up inside her chest, the kiss easing a little as she wills her heart to slow its racing beat, her lips giving him a series of tender presses instead as she slowly starts to try and find some kind of rhythm once again.]

[His leg presses up to meet her as she moves her hips against him, and though he'd be perfectly happy to be more aware of what she might want from him, she's made that nearly impossible as she pulls him free through the fly of his boxer briefs, stroking him from top to bottom in one smooth movement.

Even if she hadn't faltered, he would have, his head pitching forward til his forehead leans against hers, his breath whooshing out of him in an almost violent exhale, his arms slipping under hers and clinging to her, hands roaming across her back and gripping at her skin.

He reciprocates as her lips do find his again, tender but mildly distracted, because his gaze is focused temporarily downward, unable to take his eyes away from what she's doing to him, at least for the next few moments.]

[He wraps his arms around her, pulling her in and Kate adjusts her grip on Richie, her fingers gently squeezing as her thumb runs along the underside of his length. Focused on his reactions, she stops trying to kiss him, her forehead instead resting against his as her other hand curls through his hair.

Hot breath fans out across his face, his moans giving her more confidence; Kate's hand pulling all the way up to the tip, thumb rolling over the head then back down again as if determined to see that she pays attention to every inch of him.

Rocking her hips against his leg, her hand begins to match the motion, picking up speed as she tries to increase the friction between them and a moan of her own spills over now, the ache between her legs growing, arousal dampening the thin material that sits between her jeans and her body.

For Kate, the focus is Richie, though; The way he throbs beneath her touch, every little gasp and sigh and groan of pleasure that wraps around them both and as if determined to hear more, she lets those sounds guide her, Kate's hand moving faster still as she pulls along his length.]

[Welp, he's in trouble.

He can feel the tension coiling up in his gut, pressure building beneath her hand, to the point where he can literally feel himself throbbing in her grip as it tightens around him. Her thumb runs over the tip, which causes him to make a strange muffled sound as his tongue presses against the roof of his mouth, and then she's suddenly picking up the pace and he realizes pretty rapidly, in an almost strange moment of clarity, that he's about to crash face first into the finish line.]

Kate-

[He breathes her name out between rapid inhales, his grip on her body tightening as every muscle in his abdomen tightens, his eyes screwing shut as his lips press together almost painfully, trying to spit out something, anything, that might be intelligible.]

I- [He loses his voice again for half a second, before:] I'm-

[And then there's no thought as release comes, intense and potent, his hips involuntarily pressing up into her hand as he spills out over it, his hands clinging to her as his fingers press into her back, as if he might lose himself if he were to let go of her.]

[There was an absent awareness, before she even started, about how this would logically end. She might have been inexperienced but that didn't mean she lived under a rock. The people she'd gone to school with weren't half as devoted to God as she had been and between television and the internet? She wasn't stupid. That didn't mean that Kate was in any way prepared for what was coming.

(L i t e r a l l y.)

The way his breathing changes, the sound of her name on his lips? A thrill goes through her body, a giddy high that settles over her as they practically cling to one another. She can feel him bucking against her hand, Kate's fingers milking every inch of his length but it's only when she feels something hitting her stomach that she actually realizes what's happening.

Her eyes fly open, mouth along with it, Kate gaping for a few seconds as his release happens against her, her mind going a mile a minute as she holds perfectly still. Rather than release him, however, she allows Richie to ride out his orgasm, Kate all the while, holding him to her, forcing the look of surprise and uncertainty away as she waits for his thrusts to slow and stop.]

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