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It's been a month. Well, give or take, but still at least a month since he and Kate had gone on their first date. It seems like so much longer, after everything that's happened--the casket, the car accident, meeting the surrogate parent, the nightmare--and yet, he's still got butterflies in his stomach as he waits for her on the roof, holding a bottle of champagne. It had taken him most of the day to prepare this date, and she's been working so he wants so badly for this to be relaxing and enjoyable and all those nice words that should be associated with a date.

He'd been very specific. Meet him at his place, no need to knock--not that either of them do anyway. Just beyond the door, he'd placed that little pink flamingo she'd told him about, the one that her friend had put in the casket with her, with a note reading Change of plans. Take the elevator. Inside the elevator, another note: To the roof. The door to the roof has a bouquet of daisies propped on it along with another note: No broken limbs this time. P.S. Don't laugh.

And he's here, on the other side, surrounded by more arrangements of every kind of flower he could get from the shop--carnations, lilies, roses, tulips. He'd had help, of course, especially with dragging the round glasstop table and wrought iron chairs he'd found at the pawn shop up here. Plus another lawn flamingo that he'd strategically placed next to what is now being designated as Kate's chair. He figures he can leave it all, let whoever happens to come up here take advantage of it, but for now there's a lit candelabra on the table along with an ice bucket, two champagne flutes, and two plates of roasted lemongrass chicken that are still steaming under their lids. A portable stereo is playing some soft rock radio, and he's going to be pretty damn broke until he secures a job but he wants this to be special. He wants it to be something she won't forget.

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At his words, she laughs, thumb swiping at the corner of her lips before she presses another kiss to his hip and she could come up with a million flippant comments in response, but she keeps them to herself. As great as she thinks she is, as confident as she normally is, sometimes she isn't sure what to do with a real compliment, especially from someone she cares about so much, but she doesn't want to just brush it off either. Releasing him gently, she crawls back up the bed toward Newt, stretching out on her stomach beside him as she drags her fingertips up the length of his body and yeah, she's feeling pretty pleased with herself, because she's pretty sure she's never made anyone react like that and she's sure it's not all her, she's sure it's just his personality, the fact that he doesn't hold back in anything, but she likes it. A lot.

"Yeah, that was a lot of fun," she agrees and she's very much looking forward to doing it again and again, and she totally can't help getting ahead of herself when she's still so turned on. His skin is damp and she leans in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, tasting salt on her lips. "I could get used to doing that like, all the time. Hey, welcome home, how was your day, blowjob," she teases.

His eyes widen as he lets out a heavy sigh, turning his head to look her with a pleading expression. "You can't say things like that because then I'll start coming home and totally expecting that and it'll just make me spoiled." He looks back up at the ceiling for a moment, dwelling briefly on the fact that they're talking about 'home like they share one and hell, they practically do with how often they're at each other's places on a daily basis. But now's not really the time to really dig into that, he thinks, not when she's just given him an amazing blow job and she still needs taking care of.

He slides his hand from her ass up her back and curls his fingers into her hair. "Of course, I could always just return the favor." He gingerly gets to his knees, cock still sensitive from release, and rolls her onto her back so he's straddling her. He leans down to swirl his tongue over her nipple, rubbing over the other with his palm. He takes her breast in his mouth, sucking lightly as he gasps softly when he grinds his cock against her. He inches his way further down her body until he's between her legs and nudges her thighs open. He kisses down one thigh until coming oh-so-close to her clit before doing the same to the other. He wants to make her feel as good as she's made him, wants to taste her again, wants to make her come again. He can't help but moan as he digs his fingers into her hips and pushes into her with his tongue.

"I don't know, as far as being spoiled goes, this is kind of a great area to concentrate on," she says with a laugh, because it's not like it's fun only for him. If that's how she wants to greet him after he gets home from work every day -- or after she does, depending on her schedule -- she figures they'll both enjoy it. Briefly it occurs to her, too, that they're talking about home like they live together and another night it might have freaked her out, but it doesn't seem so scary right now. She smiles up at him as she rolls onto her back, her hands sliding up his thighs as he sits overtop her and her back arches as the touch of his tongue against her breast. If this is what it's like to be spoiled, then she's absolutely all for it.

Her breath hitches when he pushes her legs apart and one of her hands twitches against the bed sheets, clutching them tightly as she feels his moan vibrating across her skin. "Oh, god, Newt," she breathes, pressing toward his mouth, her hips rolling up. The hand that isn't twisted in the sheets gropes for one of his hands on her hip, squeezing blindly, as her breath quickens.

He slides his hands up her legs, over her stomach and to her chest, squeezing her breasts gently as he moves his tongue around inside of her, tasting her and lapping at her wetness. He moves to graze his teeth lightly over her clit, flicking at it with his tongue and sucking at it. He loves that he gets to do this for her, make her feel good, make her moan his name. He's a little out of practice but he thinks he's picked it pretty well, if her reactions are any indication, and it makes him that much more eager.

He pulls a hand back down, circling a finger at her entrance as he continues to lick her clit. He pushes the tip of his finger in, teasing, wanting to make her tell him what she wants. He makes eye contact with her as he rubs his thumb in time with his tongue against her clit before pulling away just slightly. "I want to make you come again," he tells her, his voice still raw from his own orgasm. "Tell me what you need."

For a second she doesn't even realize he's talking to her, asking her to say something, and all she can do it make a soft noise of displeasure in her throat when he pulls away. Suddenly she's very aware of just how unfair it was of her to tease him in the middle of going down on him and it takes her a second longer to put meaning to his words. He looking at her like he actually expects an answer and for just a second all she can do is lift her hips hopefully, pressing toward his fingers.

"Shit," she finally manages to breathe, meeting his gaze, looking down at him. "Your fingers. Oh my god, fuck me with your fingers." And she's never had anyone ask her what she wants, what she needs, she's never been able to talk to anyone like this and the fact that she can, that he's asked, that once she's managed to wrap her brain around the task of forming words she knows she can say whatever she wants, it kind of just makes everything about a hundred times better.

Her words and the gaze she locks onto him send a shiver through him and he places a kiss at the inside of her thigh before inching back up on the bed so they're laid out next to each other, one finger still teasing, and he leans in to explore her mouth with his tongue, he pushes it in all the way to his knuckle. He moans into the kiss, and he wonders if there's ever going to be a point in the evening when he's not turned out because he's been doing a considerably poor job of keeping himself in check but then again, how can he expected to be when she's next to him like this, sprawled out beside him and naked and as intimately vulnerable as he is. He loves her so fucking much, it's kind of ridiculous, and he can't stop thinking it even as he slides two fingers into her now at a steady pace--he loves her, he loves her, and the fact that she feels the same way makes him incapable of speech for at least two seconds, which is a pretty big feat.

He pulls his head back a little so he can watch her expressions, watch her gasp for breath, watch her hips buck up from the mattress as a third finger joins the others. He hooks them now, trying to find that special spot, and he pushes in and out faster, brushing his thumb over her clit for maximum effect. "You look so--" He lets out a breathy sigh, not even able to finish his sentence because Christ, she looks so close to becoming undone that he forgets what he'd even wanted to say in the first place.

She's breathing hard before he pushes even one finger inside of her and she moans when he kisses her, pressing forward, her entire body wanting more of everything, more contact, more of his touch. Her hand slides up, over his shoulder before her fingers curl around the back of his neck, holding onto him as he presses three fingers inside of her and she can't breathe, she can't even hope to catch her breath as she arches into him, her hips lifting and she doesn't even think for a second that she looks too eager, because all she wants is him. This is perfect, he's perfect, and she gasps again, her eyes squeezed shut tight as her head falls back against the mattress.

"Newt," she moans and it's the only thing she manages before she comes, her back curving, hips lifting off the bed. She feels like she's shaking, her muscles trembling as waves of pleasure roll over her and it's only when she relaxes back onto the bed that she even realizes it feels like the rest of her body is tingling. She still can't catch her breath, but she manages a smile, her hand relaxing against the back of his neck. "Holy shit."

He doesn't move his hand until she's done riding out her orgasm, probably couldn't even move if he tried because the way she's been holding on to him, gripping his neck, the fact that it's all because he's able of making her feel as good as she's made him feel--it's just been so long since he's had this with someone, he'd forgotten how actually euphoric it is. It helps to be doing it with someone you're already in love with, he thinks, and he can admit that he's glad that they'd waited because he thinks it's made tonight that much sweeter.

He kisses across up her cheek, across her forehead, down the other cheek before landing on her lips as he slowly pulls out of her, regretting the loss of feeling her tightness around his fingers. "I love hearing you say my name like that," he tells her with a soft smile. "Makes me want to do it again. And again and again and again."

Her eyes are still closed as she runs her hand down his back and across his shoulder as he speaks. She smiles, then stretches a little before opening her eyes, her movements slow and languid as she tips her head back slightly to meet his gaze. "Mm, okay," she agrees with a soft laugh, because at this point she's pretty much on board with never having to leave his bed again if this is how it's going to go every time. "We can do it again and again and again."

Right now, she kind of wants to just lie here for awhile, trying to figure out a way to make her body work again, but after that, she thinks they can do it over and over again. They have all night; she doesn't work tomorrow, he's still without a job, and she's pretty sure that's exactly how things should be for a night like this. There's literally nowhere else she has to be. "I think you broke me, though. Like, in the best possible ways, but seriously, I can't move," she tells him, still smiling, and she tries to roll toward him, but her body is seriously having none of that. All she can manage is the movement of her hand against his shoulder, her palm resting against his warm skin.

He bites back a laugh at the thought that he's capable of making her actually immobile but it definitely boosts the ego a bit. He can't get over how much he himself doesn't even want to move because that's hardly ever the case, he's always itching to go somewhere, do something, tap a foot against the ground, anything. But he's content lying here next to her, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his skin and draping his arm over her abdomen so he can brush his thumb against her hipbone.

"Well, I hope not, I prefer you in full working condition," he answers, returning her smile. He wants to memorize every inch of her in this moment, wants to be able to remember every moment of this night with complete clarity because right now because he'd forgotten what it's like to be this close with someone. He certainly hasn't felt for anyone what he feels for Kate, doesn't suspect he ever will again. He has no intention of letting it slip away.

"It's your fault, you have only yourself to blame," she murmurs, her chest still rising and falling more rapidly than normal as she finally manages to catch her breath. She really can't imagine going anywhere right now, because the idea of not being here with him is just completely impossible for her to deal with in this moment. Slowly, she manages to shift her weight toward him, holding herself up on one elbow so she can lean forward enough to kiss him.

"This was a really, really good date," she tells him with a laugh, because the actual date part of the date hadn't really lasted that long, though she's not sure that matters. Their dinner has been left up on the roof, but skipping the meal had been totally worth it, given how she feels right now. After a moment, she does suddenly remember that there's a bottle of champagne on the table in the hall and she thinks she'll go get that for the two of them as soon as she can trust her legs to get her there. "I mean it, I'm not sure I've ever had such a good date before."

"I'm pretty sure at least half the blame belongs to you," he says, gesturing down at the lower half of his body with a laugh. He opens his palm against hers, fanning his fingers out and marching them against her own. "Takes two to tango, sweetheart." There's nowhere he's rather be, he's certain of that, and he's so pleased that the night has gone so well.

She echoes his thoughts, and he smirks. "Good date indeed," he agrees, returning her kiss and catching her lips for another quick one before she's able to pull away. "I've never said it before," he admits. "Never told anyone I love them before, not like this. He's not sure why he feels the need to tell her that; maybe because he wants her to know just how important this has been to him, even though he's fairly certain they're on the same page here. Still, she's had a serious relationship before, something she's got on him despite his many more years of life experience. "And I can say that this is, without a doubt, the best date ever. Not only because of the sex." He winks. "Promise."

"No, not only because of the sex," she agrees with a laugh. "I mean, don't get me wrong, dude, that was..." She trails off and shakes her head, still smiling, because she's not sure she actually has a word for just how good that was. "But the whole I love you part? That was pretty great, too." And it makes her feel warm when he says he's never told anyone else that he loves them, it's not something she's expected at all. She can't imagine why anyone wouldn't fall completely in love with Newt and it's not like she's given it much thought, but she's just assumed there's been others, people he's been in love with, people he's fallen out of love with, maybe.

And maybe there have been, but he's never said it before. It feels pretty important.

"I've never said it so easily," she tells him with another laugh. "It's never been so easy." It's not like she's said it a bunch in the past, there's only been Harry, but even that hadn't been anywhere near this easy.

"Awesome?" he finishes for her, puffing out his chest with a smug but playful grin. "Mind-blowing? Awe-inspiring?" He presses a kiss to her shoulder and murmurs his agreement. "That part was definitely a highlight of the evening." Highlight of his life, if he's honest, because in no way is he exaggerating when he says he's never felt for anyone else what he feels for her. There have been people he thinks he could have loved, had he not been so preoccupied with his research, but he supposes it's all just come down to timing.

"It is so easy, right?" He knows they've had a similar conversation before but it's different now because this time they love each other, and he's still a little dazed at how everything has worked out so perfectly. "I never really thought that it would happen. Not in a sadsack kinda way, I just didn't ever think it would be something I cared about, y'know?" Whether she's fully aware of it or not, she's changed so much about the way he looks at things. He doesn't think there'd been anything wrong with his view on life in the first place, but it's so much better now that he has someone to share it with.

"Mind-blowing, yeah, that one," she agrees and she's laughing at the look on his face, but she means it, too. It's not like she's never had good sex before, but there's good sex and then there's whatever the hell he did to her tonight and there's no comparison. And she knows it's at least partly due to the fact that she's in love with him, that she has been for awhile, that they waited, that he's in love with her, all those things, but it's more than that. Like with everything else, it just feels like they're in sync and she's not sure she's ever had that before.

"Never cared about it and then I came along and everything changed?" she asks, reaching over to smooth her hand down his chest. She can't stop touching him, even now, and her fingertips trace lines of ink, drawing his tattoos over again. She's not entirely serious, she knows stuff like that doesn't just change overnight, but that's sort of how she feels. One moment she'd been complaining to Kurt that she wanted to find someone to date again, but that she didn't want to have to date a bunch of losers first, and the next there was Newt. He changed everything she was anticipating, everything she thought she'd have to do if she ever wanted to find someone like him. He'd made it so easy.

"I'll take it," he replies, and he's more pleased about it than he's really letting on. He hadn't seen much action at the 'Dome, a bit when he'd still been new to working with the PPDC but sex had become less and less of a necessity once the kaiju parts started rolling in and the realization had truly hit him that the fate of the world was at least partially in his hands. It's not like he'd been expecting sex with Kate to be mediocre or anything, but the fact that it had been so fucking fantastic--she'd gotten him hard and made him come twice in a stupidly short period of time, for Christ's sake, and he's pretty sure she'll succeed in doing it again tonight--is still rocking him. They just fit, everything about them, it's been a perfect match.

"I know it sounds stupid," he says, tugging at a loose thread he finds on the sheets. He knows she's not mocking him but now he remembers why he's always had a distinct dislike for most romantic comedies. Every line just comes off as so cheesy, so unrealistic because who the hell would say shit like that in real life? Turns out this guy does, Doctor Newton Geiszler, man of science. He's not going to write poetry and recite it to her outside her window--mostly because he could just walk into her apartment and also, she's on the top floor, goddamn it--but she always manages to improve his day when she's with him, and he doesn't think that's just a coincidence. "It's true, though. I don't know. It's kind of hard to put my finger on it because I've never felt this way before, but I wouldn't be able to go back to a life without you in it. Which sounds even more stupid and maybe a little creepy, I should just quit while I'm ahead."

Kate finds herself smiling as her finger moves down a line on the centre of his chest, and she shakes her head before she ducks down to press a kiss against his collarbone. "It doesn't sound stupid," she says, because it pretty accurately sums up what she's been feeling and at the time they'd met, she'd been actively interested in dating someone again, but even that hadn't prepared her for any of this. She'd been expecting to maybe find some guy eventually, go on a couple of dates, maybe get laid, maybe actually like him, but more likely than not, she'd expected everything to fall apart pretty quickly. It's not that she's always a pessimist, she's just dated enough shitty dudes to know that most things don't work out and that sometimes she has a tendency to hook up with guys who aren't necessarily good for her.

But Newt pretty much blew every expectation she had out of the water.

"And it's not creepy," she murmurs, inching her way up from his collarbone to his jaw, smiling against his skin. "I know all about creepy and none of this is creepy. Or if it is creepy, it's my kind of creepy, and I like it and I guess I'm creepy, too, and I've said that word like, way too many times now." It's definitely not creepy. Gene was creepy, breaking into her house after having sex with her one time, talking like they were meant to be together forever and then writing her weird free verse poetry that he'd left her DVDs of in her bedroom. That is what Kate considers creepy.

He closes his eyes, smiling contentedly at the feel of her lips against his skin. She's glad that she doesn't find the things he says overwhelming because he knows it could easily come across as just that. He's sure their friends will have something to say about it, whether in a lecture or a tease, because it seems to Newt that being so certain of being in love with someone so soon into a relationship isn't really typical. But he's never been particularly good at typical, and Kate sure as hell isn't a stranger to the abnormal. Besides, why would he even want to be like everyone else? His relationship with Kate is special, different, and that's why it makes sense that they be a little unorthodox.

"Yeah, you have said it a lot, maybe you're the creepy one," he teases. He wraps his arms around her, just reveling in their closeness and how soft her skin feels and how good her hair smells. "But if that's the case, don't stop because apparently it's a turn-on for me."

"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm totally creepy, dude," she says, pulling back a little and tilting her head, her hair falling over her shoulder. "But I'm glad it's working for you, it's not really one of those things you can just stop being if someone doesn't like it." She's never stopped being anything just because someone doesn't like it, which had kind of kept her sane through most of junior high. By high school people had stopped giving her a hard time because of her total dismissal of their bullshit. If she couldn't be ruffled, it wasn't fun anymore, but there had been a lot of cruel comments leading up to that, a lot of places where she could have just tried to fit in, be the normal kid instead of the kid with the freak mother.

But she'd never bothered. And she knows she doesn't need to bother changing now.

"You don't have to go back to a life without me," she tells him with a small shrug and a smile. "I mean... I'm not going anywhere." It's not something either of them can really promise, she knows that. This place might decide to take one or both of them away, but there are some things in her control and she can promise she'll be here as long as the city lets her.

"The creepiest," he agrees, nodding earnestly at the assessment. He can't hide his affectionate smile, though, when she go on about not being capable of being something you're not just for the sake of someone else. It's one of the many things he loves about her, after all, that she's so uninhibited around him. No pretenses, no bullshit, no filter, just herself; he's always been the same way, never really putting feelers out when meeting new people to see how he should act. He is who he is, he makes no apologies for it. He thinks that's why it's been so easy to fall in love with Kate, the fact that both of them are comfortable with themselves and with each other. It makes things a hell of a lot easier, he's finding.

"Neither am I," he says softly, brushing her hair off her shoulder and tucking it behind her ear. He'd talked about this a bit with Carla Jean not too long ago, about having plans for the future when the future is so uncertain. It's always uncertain, though, isn't it? No matter where you are, curveballs are possible. Probable, even. Five years is a long time to be stuck in a city with no way out, the mere thought gives him a bit of cabin fever. But it'll be more bearable with Kate by his side, at least he knows this.

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