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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[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.]

Edited 2017-02-02 04:11 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2017-02-02 05:19 (UTC)

[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.]

[At some point he'd bowed his head even further, hiding his face in her shoulder as he held onto her, a short chorus of audible noises escaping him one after another in time with the pulses of his orgasm. They quiet to breaths as the peak of it starts to subside, his mind gradually becoming aware of the rest of his body, conscious thoughts finally starting to filter through his head as some of the haze clears.

He groans once in the back of his throat at his eyes finally open, blinking rapidly as he comes back to himself, the rising and falling of his chest slowing enough that he doesn't feel like his heart or his lungs are going to fling themselves out of his chest.

Richie can still feel her hand wrapped around him, and as his vision clears, he realizes several things in quiet succession.

First, his attempt at warning her was clearly not enough if he's basing her reaction solely on the fact that she's holding perfectly still against him. Second, his jeans are now uncomfortably digging into his flesh around his thighs, not to mention he's, for all intents and purposes, naked. Third, he's definitely made a mess.

He doesn't have to think very hard about where that might have ended up, confirmed easily by sight as he finally lifts his head from being buring against the crook of her neck, and there's heat in his face as he says something to her, his voice cracking huskily in the wake of his release.]

Hold on. Don't move.

[Not that she has since he regained any resemblance of awareness, but you know.

His hands release her before he rolls over beneath the blankets, and he's kicking his jeans off under the covers as he reaches for his bedside table, opening up the deep drawer there and pulling a few tissues from the box sitting inside.

Richie rolls back towards her, tucking himself back inside his boxer briefs with one hand as he does, before he moves to...clean her up, brows furrowed with concern as he procrastinates in meeting her gaze.]

I - okay.

[Her moving, is so not a thing he even needs to be concerned about right now. He can just think himself lucky that she has the presence of mind to release him as he pulls away from her, Kate's arm moving to try and offer her a modicum of modesty as she drapes it across her chest, not entirely comfortable with being on display and unable at present, to hide herself beneath the covers.

With his back turned, she watches him, uncertainty etched across her features, Kate looking to Richie for some direction on how to feel about all this. The fact that he can't seem to look at her right now, has her own cheeks burning - some blend of embarrassment and shame putting the pink in her cheeks as he starts to clean her up.

Unsure where to look, what to do, Kate's gaze shifts to the headboard of his bed, staring at it like it's suddenly, the most fascinating thing in the world, her lips pressed together as she tries to morph her features into a casual mask of calm when the reality is that her mind is going at about a million miles an hour and calm is somewhere on the floor along with Richie's pants.]

[Richie clears his throat as he makes sure he's...fixed this situation, crumpling up the tissues with one hand and leaning over her to place them on the opposite bedside table to, well, throw away later.

He remains quiet for a bit, swallowing past a nervous lump in his throat, because he's pretty sure she's mad at him or something, and really, this is kind of...a first for him.

Yikes.]

Sorry.

[His eyes finally lift to her face, darting away as his head lowers against, and he runs a hand through his hair to get pieces of it out of his face, daring to lay back down against the pillow, which would let the sheets cover them again.]

I didn't meant to...you know. [He makes a quick fist and then shoots his fingers out in a rather...juevenile parody of what just occurred. This is fine.] Not that it was bad, it was the opposite of that but...you know.

[Someone just shut him up, please.]

[It's like they have a perfectly choreographed dance of missed eye contact, Kate looking up as he checks her face, Richie looking away as she finally checks his again and it culminates in an increasingly awkward aftermath with him thinking she's mad and Kate not even sure what to think right now.

His uncomfortable babbling might have been the very thing that pulled her back in but she looks to him just as he's reenacting the event with crude hand gestures and Kate succumbs to the need to look anywhere but directly at him, her face hot with embarrassment as the color in her cheeks darkens several shades.]

No - it's okay! I know. [Those words coming out quickly in her desperation to halt any further pantomimes and she wriggles her body down beneath the covers rather than pulling them up over her because doing so would mean having to uncover herself and right now she feels like she needs every shield in her arsenal.]

You don't... need to be... sorry. [Her lips pressing together as she dares to look at him again, breath held as she uses him as her compass for how she's supposed to be right now.]

[He clamps his mouth shut as she spits those words out, still not sure if she's angry at him or not, until she finally meets his gaze, the tone of her voice in direct contradiction in his mind to the way she's literally hiding from him in every physical way possible.

His expression goes from awkward to confused in the space of a moment, her body language being interpereted in a way that would correspond to much more frequent situations in which someone would try and place barriers between themselves and him.

It usually involved fear.

He reaches out with an arm as he scoots a little closer, hand touching her shoulder beneath the blanket as his eyes flicker over the details of her face.]

I didn't hurt you, did I? [A beat as he considers something else.] Scare you?

[Did he grab her too hard? He can't really remember, it was kind of a blur there at the end.]

[There's a lot of things that Kate's not very good at; When she's backed into a corner while emotions are running high and the only weapon she has is the words she can wield with deadly precision. When the focus is on her or she's wading through the murky waters of first-time sexual encounters. Forgetting herself for the sake of others? That was where she excelled and it's seeing the look on Richie's face as he reaches for her that makes the embarrassment seem like the least of her worries.

Confusion twists her features, Kate allowing herself to breathe again, that first real physical contact since... it happened... offering more assurance that she hadn't done something wrong than his words had up until now.]

What? [Eyes darting away then back to him again as her arm jerkily drops to the bed.] No you -

[But that sets her mind racing to other things, her eyebrows raising a little.]

Was it supposed to hurt? [Well she didn't know. Clearly, her girlfriends hadn't gotten into this side of things with her and maybe being a Culebra changed things somehow.

Almost as soon as that question is out, however, she hears it in her head and Kate knows she sounds just as awkward and inexperienced as she is, the red returning to her cheeks with a vengeance as her lips press hard together.]

Did I... hurt, you? [There'd been an awful lot of aggressive grunting okay and then he hadn't really been able to look at her and sure, he'd said it wasn't bad, the opposite of bad but what if he was just saying that to be nice?]

I just mean...I'm stronger that I used to be you're, well...

[Fucking awkward. This was not supposed to be this hard.]

...you're human and I kind of lost my head there for a minute. [He winces visibly, correcting himself.] Mind. I mean my mind.

[Richie pls.

His eyes widen before he very quickly shakes his head.]

What? No. [He actually breathes out a bit of laughter at that, because holy shit is that the wrong thing to thing.] Definitely no. That was...perfect.

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[See now, that accidental pun had gone right over her head until he drew attention to it by correcting himself and now her scalp is red, because there is literally no other part of her left to braodcast her embarrassment right now.

Oh yeah that headboard is looking very interesting again.]

No, you... [Yep. Beautiful headboard that one. So. Very... Boardlike.

It's only when he's quick to correct that misconception that she dares to lower her gaze again, a guarded look of uncertainty sitting on her features as she pulls in a ragged, uneasy breath.]

Perfect...? [Eyebrows raising a little, like she's trying to be sure he's not just stroking her ego here.]

[By this point, he seems to have found comfort in her face again, despite the uncertainty in her eyes. Richie seems to have accepted that she's not angry, and she's not hurt and this is just...something else.

His own eyebrows lift, mirroring hers before he smirks, shaking his head, eyes dropping briefly in disbelief before the lift back to hers. The hand on her shoulder tentatively slides down her arm before it rests over the back of her hand.]

Do we need to pinky swear on it?

[And of course Richie being kind of a dick - adorable though it might be - is exactly what sees the glimmer of normal Kate return, her head tilting as she offers him a 'really?! get out' look.]

You're not funny. [Except there is a smile that wants to pull at the corners of her mouth and some of the tension is finally easing out of her as the color in her cheeks drains away.

As his hand reaches hers, Kate's turns over, her fingers lacing through his and she lifts it up, hugging it to her chest with their hands now locked together.]

I don't exactly have anything to... compare that to. [Kate pointing out the obvious but she feels like she has to try and explain herself even though it draws attention to, rather than deflects from her inexperience here.]

Neither was insinuating that I was lying to you.

[His tone is pretty light though; he's not really pressed about it. Just commenting on the fact that if she's gonna ask a dumb question, she's gonna get a dumb answer.

Her gesture as her fingers interlock with his has him shifting back closer to her, finally feeling her warmth radiating under the sheet as his own body starts to finally cool.]

I'm learning this shit as I go, too.

[He's used to someone who knows all the ins and out and in-betweens and just brings him along for the ride. This is the kind of stuff that got skipped over, and he's not even sure a couple months in a warehouse even qualifies as 'used to it.']

Do you...want me to...

[He hesitates because he's not sure how to even go about this. Does she want him to return the favor? Is she frustrated now? He doesn't want to like...leave her hanging even if that's not how she actually feels about it.]

[She preferred the term 'creative reassurance' but she supposed that was a fair call and she looks appropriately chastised, despite the grin that still sits on her lips.

It was hard for Kate to wrap her head around the idea that any of this was new to him, the mere fact that he'd been with Santanico suggesting that he had a lot more experience in this stuff than she did, but he had said she was the only girlfriend he'd ever had and she had to try and remember that by way of simply being different to Santanico? This was new for Richie.

She can tell be the way he's intentionally skipping words or detail or anything that even resembles a clue as to what he's talking about, that he's asking her something that relates to what they'd just done but the blank stare that greets him as she waits for the punchline, should comfortably suggest that she has no idea what he's suggesting here.]

Want you to... what, exactly?

[Alright, then. No choice. Time to be blunt.]

I'm asking you if you want me to return the favor.

[He expects the answer might be no, and that would be fine, but-]

I don't want you to think that I'm only thinking about myself.

[Ehehehe ha haaaaaaa....]

But I also don't want to just...not ask you first.

[She'd asked him, in a sideways sort of way. Plus it was easier than unknowingly crossing a line and making her upset or something.]

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

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