Author's Notes: FINALLY. I KNOW. After I swore on the Heroes life and everything. FAIL ME. But it was the Holidays and the sucked me in more then I thought possible and so, here it is. I think (I hope) I made up for it with the 7,000 words. Man, never have I written this much in one chapter. OH, and the smut. Dear Lord, we shall not get into that. My first EVER attempt at smut, so yeah...
It takes way to long for Henry's liking, but eventually Magnus releases him. Exactly 3 days after Kate had come to visit him at night. She hadn't done it again since then, but she did pop up to congratulate him on his freedom. He was ordered to take care and to report to her as soon as he felt any form of dizzy spell or lost of conscious. Henry gladly agreed and before the words had even left Magnus' lips he was out of that infirmary.
The first thing he did was take a bath. God, he had missed being able to shower properly. Not that he hadn't in the infirmary, but it was totally different being able to do so in his own room. After that he spent most of the day outside, lounging around the lake, in the shadows of a tree. It was terribly cliché, but he had missed nature far to long.
After what had happened between them in the infirmary, Henry wasn't really sure what to do. He still wanted her, he would always want her. And she still cared, that was a given. But that didn't mean that there was any future for them left.
Kate had avoided him up until that point, not on purpose, but just because there was no real reason outside of work for them to interact. He couldn't remember the last time she had popped by his lab just to say hi. Then again, that was also lost in the past. Back when his presence made her eyes sparkle and filled his heart with stupid cheer happiness that he had that effect on her.
Now every time she looked at him, he saw a glimpse of sadness.
He didn't think that would ever leave.
It was late at night when he finally went back into his own room, throwing his jacket onto his bed and spotting the book that had kept him company during the endless hours of boredom. He wouldn't admit it to Kate, but he had really enjoyed it, even going back and re-reading a few of his favourite passages.
He eyed it for a while, before grabbing it and heading out. It was about time she got it back. Having a sudden idea, he went back and dug around his desk until he found a post it note, scribbling over it quickly. Satisfied, Henry stuck it on the cover of the book and headed towards Kate's room.
If the light was on, he would knock, give her back the book and thank her. Then he would leave, no late-night talks, no invitations to the kitchen. If the light was out, well, he'd leave it on the floor, so that she saw it on her way out. Henry turned the corner wearily, but smiled softly to himself when he saw the faint orange glow seeping out from under the crack between door and floor.
He considered if this was a smart idea, it was late, she was tired and he could probably do it another time. But still, something had made him go there so he figured it was more then enough reason, and he was already there anyway…
Henry knocked. Before he could convince himself otherwise.
He could hear the soft creak of her bed as she got up from it and the sound of her padded feet nearing the door. He really hoped he hadn't woken her up. Kate opened the door and it took Henry a moment to remember what he was doing there. Maybe she wasn't sleeping, but she had definitely been lying down, her tussled hair making him stare more then was acceptable.
He didn't care really, because it wasn't awkward, not to him at least. She looked beautiful. It wasn't the same type of day to day beauty, when she had on make-up and her ten thousand bracelets. It also wasn't the same type of beauty when they needed to attend more 'formal' types of events and she let her girly side slip a bit and actually dressed up.
No, this type of beauty was different, her face was bare, her hair was messed up and she had the most adorable look on her face. Not exactly sleepy, but not wide awake either. This was his favourite look on her. What he had loved waking up to, time and time again.
"Yeah?" Her voice broke him out of his thoughts and Henry shook his head, clearing it a bit. Before awkwardly clearing his throat and trying not to look to guilty.
"I er, I came to give you back this." He said, holding out the book towards her.
Okay, so maybe that hadn't gone as smooth as he had thought.
Kate raised an eyebrow and stared at him, taking the book. "Thanks?"
Henry nodded, as he stuffed his hands into his pocket. This wasn't supposed to be this awkward. Then again, he had been caught staring at her. That could have also been one of the reasons.
"Right, well, I'm gonna go." He said, before she had a chance to say anything else. Gesturing with his thumb to his room, Henry turned around and walked down the hall towards his room.
'You fail at life.' He told himself over and over again.
Kate, in the mean while, stared at him as he walked away, both her eyebrows raised and a confused look on her face. Shaking her head, she closed the door to her room. He always had been kinda weird anyway.
Henry entered his room quietly, trying to figure out what on earth had been the point of him waking her up at that time of night. Just to return a book. Just to return a book? What the hell was wrong with him?
He reached his room and sprawled out on the bed, still shaking his head at his choice. But whatever, there wasn't anything anymore that he could do about it. Besides, if he thought about it, it wasn't as if she didn't know how he felt about her. She did.
Making a fool out of himself was the next logical step, wasn't it?
There was a knock to his door and Henry groaned, hoping it wasn't Will. The shrink had the worst habit of insomnia and would come chat with Henry if there was light inside his room. Henry really should have turned off the light, but he had been tired and feeling sorry for himself.
Grudgingly pulling himself up and towards the door, Henry opened it, expecting to see Will's messy bed hair and way to eager face.
Instead he saw Kate's face.
"Er, hi." Henry said, opening the door and not really knowing what to do. Kate lifted up the post-it note that were stuck to two of her fingers and Henry found himself turning a nice shade of red. "Er…"
"What's this?" She asked, voice slightly annoyed.
"A…post-it note?" He asked, hoping to deflate the question. When all she did was narrow her eyes, he knew he had to face it. "It's a note Kate."
"Yeah, obviously." She lifted the note again, letting his eyes read the words there. "What do you mean by it?"
Henry sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He knew it had been a bad idea, but at the time he thought it wouldn't hurt and maybe, just maybe…
"I meant what's written there Kate." He murmured.
"You chose to tell me this via a post-it note?" She asks incredously, making him drop his hand to stare at her.
"Look, I'm sorry, I crossed a line. What do you want me to do, take the note back?" He tried to snatch it, but she pulled it away from his grasp.
"Henry…I'm not mad, I just…" She sighed, biting down on her lip. "What were you thinking?"
"The truth." He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. "Look, it was idiot, I'm sorry, I know this makes things awkward, I wasn't thinking, just feeling."
Kate nodded, crossing her arms. "Yeah, you do that a lot."
"Yeah, I'm an idiot, happy now? " Henry sighed again, bowing his head. "I'm gonna go to sleep. 'Night Kate."
"Yes." Kate nodded, a smirk on her face as she watched him roll his eyes before turning around. "Night."
Henry closed the door before him, shaking his head as he leaned against it. He knew what he had written was a coward's way of saying something, but still, he hadn't thought anything about it at the time. At least she had sorta taken it as a joke. She hadn't hit him so that was good.
There was another knock and Henry raised an eyebrow, curious. He opened it slowly, eyebrows rising even more to see Kate standing there again. He opened the door more fully, still keeping part of his body behind it. Maybe she had come to hit him.
"Did you mean it?" She lifted the post-it note again, to which Henry narrowed his eyes, still not understanding, but nodded slowly.
"Okay." Kate nodded. Turning around again, and taking a step away as Henry looked at her as if she'd just grown another head. What the hell had that been about?
She stopped and turned around again, biting her bottom lip as she looked at him in thought for a good while. Henry looked back at her, very confused and was about to ask her if she was all right when she opened her mouth as if to say something.
But she soon shut it again and stared at him, before nodding slowly to herself.
All it took was one step in his direction and before Henry knew what was happening, before he could even ask, think, feel correctly, her arms were around his neck. He had just enough sense to register that she looked nervous, before Kate slowly brought her lips to his, kissing him softly.
His arms wrapped around her waist faster then he could process what was happening, they moved on their own accord. Something they had done innumerable times before. His eager response made her sigh in relief and Kate kissed him a bit more eagerly, smiling slightly when he responded in kind.
Kissing her again was everything that Henry had been missing in his life. Nothing else mattered, but the way her lips felt on his. She was warm, and sweet and everything about her was over-powering to him. He hadn't realized just how much he had really missed her taste until she was everything that he could feel.
His ran his tongue softly against her lips, feeling them again, memorizing them again. Her soft sigh of content gave him more encouragement, as did her fingers stroking the hair on his nape. He took that opportunity to gently press his tongue into her mouth, really tasting her this time.
This was what coming home felt like.
Henry pulled her closer to him, his grip around her waist tightening, as one hand slid up her waist, then her shoulder and neck to gently cup her face. He took a step backwards, taking it as a good sign when she followed him inside without protest. With the tip of his toe, he shut the door.
Kate's tongue dueled with his in an almost lazy fashion, but he could feel that small hint of desperation he was certain was also in his kiss. Henry continued kissing her as if his whole life depended on it – maybe it did. When he couldn't hold it anymore, and had to pull back for air, he held her tighter. He didn't want it to end, to be the last.
They both took deep breaths, Kate's eyes were closed, but he kept his firmly open. Taking in the flush to her skin, her slightly swollen lips. The way her chest rose and fell with each gulp of air that she took. It was wonderful. It was everything he needed. She rested her forehead against his and he waited, all the time in the world. Eventually she opened her eyes, grey met blue and there were so many questions in either stare.
She was shaking, he could feel it as he kept his arms around her. Henry brought his other hand to cup her face, as his thumb caressed softly her jaw and cheek. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but he didn't know where to start. Kate leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and he noticed that she calmed down a bit.
"I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one." He whispered softly, giving her a small smile when she opened her eyes.
Kate responded with a weak chuckle, but her smile relaxed him. Truth was, they were both nervous as hell. "I always did like beating you."
Henry chuckled at that. "Yeah, you did."
Kate brought one of her hands to rest on top of his, entwining their fingers. He became more serious, but there was still a hint of a smile on his face. He searched her eyes, looking for any indication of what she wanted him to do. If she wanted him to do anything at all.
She took a step forward, impossibly close and Henry swallowed, whispering. "Are you su-"
"No." She interrupted him, smiling softly, but nervously. "But that's the fun part."
Henry took a deep breath, feeling his body shake as the implication raced through it. He caressed her face again, taking in all the details of it, before slowly bringing his lips to brush first softly, then more possessively against hers. Kate squeezed their hands, gasping a bit when he picked her up, her legs automatically going around his waist.
He pushed her gently against the closed door, his tongue tracing every inch of her mouth, making them both moan. Kate fumbled for the light switch, turning it off and engulfing them in darkness. They always had preferred the dark anyway. Her hands cupped his face, pulling him closer, always closer.
Henry pulled away from her lips to attack her neck. Her neck had always been his favourite part. His tongue ran greedily against her pulse point, before nipping at the skin, but never enough to break skin. He brushed his lips over the marks, kissing them, soothing them. Henry moved his way up to Kate's ear, blowing hotly on it, feeling her shudder at it. He kissed her neck again, burying his face in it and taking a deep breath.
Her scent intoxicated him to his very core, God, he had missed her. Kate's nails dug into his hair when he slipped a hand under the helm of her shirt, caressing her back. Henry moved to the other side of her neck, giving it the same proper attention. When he sucked at her pulse point, Kate moaned, and this only spurred him on. He could spend the whole night just indulging in her neck.
She, on the other hand, had other plans. Kate pulled on his hair softly, grabbing his face and hungrily claiming his lips again. It was her time to explore and she greedily tasted him, her tongue dueling with his. She couldn't help but smile when he let her take the lead. She loved to beat him after all. Kate nipped at his bottom lip, making him groan.
The hand on her back, rose, fingers dragging lightly over her skin. His other hand wasn't as innocent, as he unashamedly dragged it across one of her thighs, ending on her ass. He kinda had to admit he really liked her ass too. Kate couldn't help but chuckle at his action. So predictable, such a guy.
"Find something funny?" He whispered, a grin on his own face as he nudged her nose with his.
"Wouldn't dream of it." She answered back, brushing her lips against his as she rolled her eyes, chuckling.
"That's my girl."
He caught her eyes as Kate pulled back to stare at him. Make me yours then. They knew the lines by heart, having done these banter innumerous times before. It was their past coming back to them, word by word. But did that mean they were willing to keep on playing the same game?
The silence grew around them and Henry felt his heart start to beat faster. He shouldn't have said anything. But it had slipped out of his mouth before he realized what he had said.
A beat. "Make me yours then." She whispered.
Henry stared at her for only a second, taking in her face as the words he desperately needed to hear left her lips. Not taking his eyes off of hers, he slowly lowered her until her feet were touching the ground. They were going to do this the right way. His hands found hers and he slowly pulled her backwards with him.
They reached the side of the bed and Henry let one of her hands go, long enough to turn the bedside light on. The soft glow of the light bounced of her nervous face, making her impossibly more beautiful in his eyes. His heart was beating like crazy, probably loud enough for her to hear even. But there was a certain calmness to his movements as well. He could tell Kate felt it too.
Henry brought his hands up from her grasp to run up her arms, her shoulders. Taking every part of her body that he could touch. Kate let him, knowing this was as important to him as it was to her. His gentle touch had goosebumps rising over her skin and she sighed, closing her eyes. Kate felt his lips brush over her face, barely touching. Ghost of a kiss. He pulled back and she opened her eyes, always meeting his.
His hands traveled down her body, coming to rest at her waist, his thumbs dipped under her shirt, teasing her skin. He saw the Goosebumps his touched provoked and Henry smiled down at her. He slowly grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head. His hands touching her skin all the way up as his eyes took in every inch of her mocha colored skin that was revealed to him.
Kate helped him pull her shirt off, her eyes only leaving his face when she tossed it over her head. Henry sat down on the bed, his hands on her waist as she took a step closer to him. For a moment he just stared at her, his fingers drifting over her skin softly. Her red lace bra called his attention, but he ignored that for now. He couldn't allow himself to get lost there yet. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against her smooth, toned stomach. Goosebumps ran over her skin again and he grinned against her skin.
"Just don't get smug." Kate managed to breath out, one of her hands holding onto his shoulder as the other threaded itself in his hair.
"I'm never smug." Henry replied, before kissing around her bellybutton, dipping his tongue teasingly into it. She moaned softly and he grinned again. Maybe he was a little smug.
Kate didn't say anything, choosing instead to take a step closer to him, her own hands caressing down his back. Her hands found his and she pulled him up, until he was standing in front of her. Henry's hands went to her waist, resting there while he waited for her next move.
She slowly scraped her nails down the front of his chest, purposely scraping one finger over one of his piercing. It was her turn to grin. Her fingers popped open the buttons of his shirt easily enough and she slowly pushed it off, kissing each bit of skin revealed. Henry's grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly as his eyes closed, just reveling in her kisses. She tossed his shirt along with hers.
Kate's hands roamed his chest, her fingers drifting against his skin. He was still the way she remembered him, muscles just as strong, skin just as soft. There were more scars this time around, stories she didn't know and she promised herself to one day explore each and everyone of them. Bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders, Kate kissed his neck as his arms came around her. Her skin was hot against his, while Henry's hands roamed her back.
He took a minute to just hold her, before his need got the better of him. It didn't help that Kate had gone from kissing his neck to sucking softly on it, her tongue sending shivers down his body. She bit his skin gently, and Henry growled low in her ear, pulling her hips against his. They both moaned at the contact. One of his hands inched forward towards the button of her jeans, deftly popping them open and pulling down the zipper.
"What happened to being shy?" Kate teased, sucking on the tip of his earlobe.
"2 and a half years Kay." Henry pointed out to her.
It didn't help matters when she scraped a finger over one of his piercing, her deep chuckle doing things to him. His finger looped through the belt loops on her jeans, pulling her closer as Henry bent down to kiss her hungrily. Kate moaned into his kiss, the hand previously teasing him going towards his own jean.
"Now who's not being shy?" He murmured, running his tongue against her lips.
He felt Kate's lips turn up into a devilish smirk. "Oh I was never shy Foss." Her hand left his jean button, cupping him roughly as Henry moaned against her. Yeah, she wasn't shy at all.
His head fell onto her shoulder and her quiet chuckle made him roll his eyes, but there was a smile on his face. Fine, he could play this game. He loved playing this game. Pulling her hips against his again, Henry latched onto her neck as he easily pulled her jeans down, kissing down her chest and stomach as he removed her pants. Kate stepped out of them and they were thrown somewhere in a corner – probably with the rest of their clothes. He bent down, knees bent as he let his hands roam up and down her smooth toned legs.
"You're amazing." Henry managed to croak out, his breath catching in his throat.
She blushed. She always blushed whenever he sent an unexpected compliment her way. You would think after years she'd have gotten use to it. No such thing. Kate's hands threaded into his hair again, pushing the hair back, making him look up at her. Henry caught her eyes and again, for a moment, they just stayed staring at each other.
She tugged lightly on his hair and Henry stood up again, his hands finding her waist by their own accord. He caught her off guard when he swooped her off her feet, quite literally. Kate gave a surprised yelp, before laughing, one arm going around his neck as she rested her head on his chest.
"Doing this right, eh?" She couldn't help but tease.
Henry didn't answer, winking at her as he chuckled. Their eyes locked as he gently lowered her onto the soft mattress. Kate moved back, more to the center of the bed as Henry crawled over her, lowering his body until they were touching chests. Her hand rose to stroke his face and he closed his eyes, leaning into it. One hand supported himself as the other roamed her skin freely.
Down her chest, towards her stomach, up her thigh. Always careful not to touch exactly where she wanted him to. In a way he was still anxious about their suddenly re-found relationship. If you could call it that.
"You think to much." She murmured, making his eyes meet hers and smiling.
"I have a lot to think about." He murmured back. Kate raised an eyebrow and he shrugged, bending down to nibble on her collarbone. "It's just-"
"I want this Hank. I want you." She said. "Not because I'm confused, not because you almost died and I'm working on a post-death adrenaline high, not even because sex with you is the most mind-fucking experience I've ever had." This last comment made him chuckle softly. "It's okay. We're gonna be okay."
"…I'm still sorry." He repeated.
Kate answered him by pulling him down towards her again, kissing him desperately. She couldn't stand the guilt in his eyes. Their relationship wasn't perfect, it wasn't all buried and forgotten, there was still a lot of stuff that they would have to work on. But for now, all she wanted was to feel him around her, inside of her, everywhere.
Deepening the kiss, she scraped her nails softly down his chest. With some added leverage she pushed him backwards, changing their positions so she was the one on top. Straddling his legs, Kate's lips curved up into a devilish smile again as she grounded her hips against his, she heard him moan.
Okay, he could take a hint.
Sitting up, Henry grabbed her hips as he slowly thrust up against hers, seeing in satisfaction the way her head fell back, eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip. A look of pure bliss on her face. Yeah, he definitely missed seeing that. Feeling more in a teasing mood, Henry cupped one of her breasts, a smirk on his face as her breath became more ragged. Kate lowered her head, eyes meeting his in a challenging way. He didn't back down, nor stop his movements. Henry calmly met her gaze as his thumb brushed over a pert nipple, enjoying her reaction a little too much.
"Enjoying yourself?" She breathed out, the hands on his shoulder digging in ever so slightly as she narrowed her eyes at him.
Again, he didn't answer, only winked at her. Henry continued massaging her breast as he leaned forward to brush his lips against her ear, breathing hotly. "Not nearly as much as I could be."
This sent a fresh wave of goosebumps across her skin and Henry smirked. Kate rolled her eyes before threading her fingers into his hair and pulling him back to stare at her. He met her gaze, hand on her breast still teasing.
It was her turn to lean forward and whisper. "Then get to it cowboy." Kate ran her tongue up his neck, before she thrust her hips against his again.
Henry's response was to growl, the hand still resting on her waist holding on to her as her thrust up. This teasing thing was getting old and fast. His hand slipped away from her breast, but before Kate could protest he had unclasped her bra and the red lace garment went flying across the room. Location unknown.
Rolling them over again, so he was the one on top, Henry entwined their hands, pinning them over her head. He thrust against her again, loving hearing her moan as his head bent down to capture a breast into his mouth. Kate's body arched into his touch as his tongue danced around her nipple. Pulling back with an audible 'pop' he did the same thing with her left breast, letting one of her hands go as he massaged the right one. Hand now free, she threaded it into his hair again, holding him against her.
Kate started thrusting up against him and Henry could smell her arousal. It was probably driving him crazy more then the withering goddess underneath him. He did a particularly good thing with his tongue and she moaned again, letting go of his hair as she blindly searched for his jeans. Having already opened them, Kate tried pulling them down.
Henry couldn't help but chuckle at her frustration, but he quickly shut up when she slipped a hand under his boxers, grasping him. He was hot and hard under her palm.
"Off." She ordered, her eyes finding his and showing that she wasn't joking.
Henry nodded, too gone to even try and disobey. "Off." He repeated, pulling his jeans and boxers down and shucking them off.
He was quickly back on her, lips capturing hers as he tried not to thrust into her hand. Kate wasn't making matters easy, her hand slid up and down his shaft, finger swirling over the tip. She was driving him crazy. All was fair in love and war, and in matters of sex all bets were off. Henry palmed her through her panties, also red and lace and for a second he wondered when she started to match her underwear.
Grabbing her wrist, making her stop before this ended way to early for both of them, he pinned her arms over her head again. Holding onto her wrist with one hand, Henry started to lower his head over her body tortuously slow. He stopped at her breasts a bit, giving them the attention they deserved, the more she moaned, the more he teased. His lips and tongue joined his hand on her breasts. He wondered how long he could keep his torture up before she kicked his ass. He looked at her, catching her eyes as a devilish smile came over his face.
Kate narrowed her eyes at him, pulling against his restraint on her uselessly. Hooking one leg across his waist she thrust up, the friction of the red lace against her driving them both crazy. He was so close, the thin material between them barely keeping them apart, but it was still not enough. She needed more.
"Can't you feel how wet I am for you?" Kate purred, knowing the moment her words affected him. Yeah, she had some secret weapons up her sleeves. Getting Henry to do what she wanted when she wanted was one of them.
His blue eyes were dark with lust and possessiveness. His hand slipped easily under the lace and Kate moaned in content when his fingers started stroking her.
"Is this what you want?" He growled, swiftly inserting a finger into her as he continued stroking.
Kate was to far gone to respond, her hips rising to meet his thrusting finger. But he kept his movements to a terribly and painfully slow pace.
"Hank." She pleaded, moaning again as he inserted another finger.
Bending down to kiss her neck, Henry bit her softly, sucking on the skin until there was a mark. His mark. She was his.
"Yeah Kay?" He asked innocently, kissing her neck tenderly as her let her hands go so one hand could caress her breasts while the other continued to stroke her folds.
Kate opened her mouth to speak, but he chose that moment to pass him thumb over her clit and she bit down on her bottom lip again, moaning. Her nails digging into his back only serving to spur him on.
"Yeah Kay?" He asked again, adding more pressure to her clit. Henry grinned as she swatted his arm, mouth opening in pleasure as her hips arched off the bed again. So close.
Henry captured her lips again, his tongue lazily tracing her mouth. His fingers started trusting faster inside of her as his thumb brushed over her clit again and again. Her nails dug into his skin and Henry captured her scream with his kiss as her body arched again. Her walls clenched against his fingers and he didn't stop stroking her until Kate had come down from her high. After a few moments, she blinked her eyes open at him, lazily returning his kiss.
Henry nudged her nose with his, kissing her cheek, going down towards her jaw and collarbone. Kate slowly stroked his hair, breathing deeply. He slowly took out his fingers, caressing her folds a few more times just to see her reaction. Being able to watch her come undone in his arms was what he lived for. His fingers hooked on her panties and he slowly dragged the lace down her thighs. The material against her sensitive skin sending a shiver down Kate's back.
Henry's hand traced up her leg, never getting enough of how her skin felt. He stopped at her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, before moving her hips slightly, pulling her underneath him more. Kate's eyes met his again as she continued to stroke his face with one hand and his back with the other. Henry moved, rubbing the tip of his erection against her folds, making them both moan. Kate lifted her hips, needing him inside of her.
He positioned just the tip in, holding himself back from slamming into her. Henry's eyes looked back at hers, one hand coming up to stroke her beautiful face.
"Are you sure?" He asked again, the guilt back in his eyes. Henry knew there was no way he could even try to stay away from her if he made love to her again.
Kate breathed out, lifting her head to brush her lips against his. Her eyes left no doubts as they stared back at him passionately. "I love you."
Henry's breath hitched in his throat. "I love you too." He murmured back. "Never stopped."
"I know." She replied, smiling softly at him. "Me neither, despite everything."
He answered her by sliding slowly into her, watching as Kate's eyes closed in bliss. His own faltering as he felt all of her around him again. Henry kept pushing into her, letting her adjust to him until he was fully within her. Kate's eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him, lifting her head to kiss him again.
Henry kissed her back as he started to thrust against her, Kate meeting his moves thrust by thrust. His hand wandered back to her ass and he squeezed it, moving their angle just a bit so he could hit her sweet spot. She moaned in approval.
He kept thrusting slowly at first, wanting to make it last. When their pace became to erratic to kiss, Henry just stared down at her, taking in every detail of her face when she was like this. This was the image that had been etched in his mind during the whole time he was away from her.
"Oh God, Henry." Her nails dug into his back, and Henry moved faster against her. His hold on her waist leaving marks on her beautiful skin. He'd kiss it better in the morning.
"Faster." She moaned out, knowing that he wanted to prolong the moment between them, but she was so close.
Henry complied, not being able to maintain his own slow rhythm as much as he wanted to. He pounded into her harder and faster, loving the way his name rolled off her lips with every thrust. Henry pulled out, turning his hips a bit, before plunging into her again as he growled into her ear.
"Come on Kay." He breathed, knowing she was on the edge. He pulled back again, before slamming back into her. "I love you." He repeated, his lips attaching themselves to her neck.
Kate's body arched backwards as she moaned out his name, her orgasm racing through her body with an intensity she hadn't ever felt. Henry didn't stop, prolonging her pleasure as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her clench around him. Her hips still met his and all it took was a few more thrusts for him to come crashing along with her.
"God, Kay!" He growled, finger digging into her waist as his spilled inside of her, her walls sucking him dry with each movement. "Fuck."
When he came back from his high, Henry slowly opened his eyes, breathing deeply, seeing Kate's face staring back him. She was breathing deeply and he thrust against her one more time just because he could. Her eyes closed and she moaned, her hands lazily stroking his back.
Henry lowered himself gently over her, supporting most of his weight to the side. He didn't want to pull out just yet and she didn't seem to mind, arms coming to rest around him, holding him to her. They were both breathing deeply, bodies covered in sweat, totally spent and satisfied.
"Damn, I've missed you." He murmured, kissing her neck softly.
Kate smiled, stroking his hair. "Missed me, or missed the sex?" She couldn't help but tease him.
Henry lifted his head to glare mockingly at her. "Way to ruin the moment there Freelander."
She only laughed, pulling him against her again as he buried his face in her neck once more. "Yeah, yeah, I've missed you too, you idiot."
"And for the record, I missed both you and the sex." He smirked, nipping at her neck. "Take it as a compliment."
Again, she only laughed. Henry brought his head up to kiss her softly, before finally pulling back and lying down beside her. Kate turned on her side to stare at him, her hand coming up to caress his face. He leaned into her touch, knowing he most certainly had a goofy grin on his face. He kept staring at her with an intensity she hadn't felt in a long time.
"What?" She whispered, pushing his hair back.
"You." He replied, catching her hand and turning his head to kiss her wrist.
"What about me?"
"You're beautiful." He answered, smiling softly at the blush that crept up her face. "And I've missed being able to tell you that."
Henry pulled her to him as Kate turned around, so that her back was to his chest. "What else did you miss telling me?" She asked, as his arms went around her waist.
"Well, for starters, that I love you. And I'm pretty sure I will keep on loving you until I'm old and grey and missing a couple of teeth."
Kate chuckled. "Only pretty sure?" She asked, raising her eyebrow teasingly.
"Always." He whispered hotly against her ear, pulling her closer to him. He nudged his nose against her neck, as she stroked his arm. "I missed telling you how much you mean to me. How I love waking up to your sleepy face – even when you have smelly breath." Henry chuckled as she swatted his arm. "Just, I dunno…Everything."
"Well then…" Kate replied, holding her silence for a beat. "It's a good thing you have all the time in the world to tell me how wonderful I am and how big of an idiot you were for leaving me."
She was teasing, but a part of her really meant it. Luckily for him, she was still hopelessly in love with him. Idiot or not.
Henry tightened his hold on her, pulling her stupidly close to him. "Terrible, huge idiot."
Kate nodded, smiling when he kissed her neck again. "Now go to sleep Hank."
"Mhmm." He murmured, tangling their legs together as he hid his face in her neck, breathing deeply. "Love ya Kay."
"…Love ya too Sweet Pea." Kate smirked, knowing he was rolling his eyes at the stupid old nickname.
Before falling asleep herself, Kate looked over at the bedside table where she could just barely make out the outline of 'Gone With the Trash'. She smiled, pulling Henry closer to her as she thought about the post-it note.
'Thanks for the book…You're still my favourite girl.'
Yeah, totally an idiot.
Coming back to the Sanctuary after 4 months away, Declan was happy to take a break from his Head of House duties. Besides, there was something about the Old City Sanctuary that always made him feel at home. Rounding a corner he spotted Magnus hovering outside the library door.
"We wouldn't by any chance be lurking, would we?" He whispered softly against her ear, smirking a bit when she jumped back a bit.
Glaring at him softly, Declan only smiled innocently back at her, as Magnus shook her head. "Nonsense."
He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes, motioning towards the library door. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Declan took a quick peek in, smiling softly at the scene in front of him.
Henry was sitting on one of the couches, his tablet in his hands as he poked and prodded at it, frowning every once in a while. Draped across his lap where Kate's legs, while her back was to the armrest. In her hand, worn out from being read so many times, was 'Gone With The Trash'.
He saw Kate chuckle at something and Henry lift his head up as she showed him the passage she was reading. Henry grinned, shaking his head at going back to his tablet. One of his hands going over her legs and caressing them softly.
Pulling back, Declan was content to see how genuinely happy he was for the couple in front of him. Magnus studied his face, smiling softly at him as he smiled back.
"Are you alright?" She asked, always the worrier.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's hard to feel bad when you've lost to the better man something that was his to begin with."
Magnus nodded softly, as she crossed her arms, she knew what he meant
"Seems like the have the right idea though." Declan commented, lifting his eyes to catch hers.
He saw the tiniest hint of a flush to her skin and couldn't help but notice how beautiful that made her. "The young usually do."
"Young love is usually hard to forget like that." He held her eye for another second, as she did the same to him. Declan smiled softly at her, before holding out his hand and bowing slightly. "How about some Tea, Helen?"
Magnus smiled at his ways, rolling her eyes, but Declan didn't miss the spark in them. "Tea sounds lovely." She replied, putting her hand in his.
Declan smiled softly back at her, squeezing her hand gently and holding onto it as they made their way down the hallway, towards the kitchen. He could just make out Kate and Henry's laughter coming from the open library doors.
Love ever after, indeed.