So I look at the eyes, straight to the soul doorway
TITLE: Return
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): counted_stars
CHARACTER(S): Catty Turner/Kyp Durron
PROMPT: #111 Agreement
RECIPIENT: Hannah
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Naw
SPOILERS?: Naw
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: What do you think is inside?
WORD COUNT: 604
The moment she returns, he's at her side, fingers wrapped around her upper arms and his forehead pressed to hers. She smiles, faintly, breathing him in, anxiety at the absence and joy of the return flowing easily between their bond. His hands slide down her arms until his fingers touch hers, threading them together.
“Were you worried?” Her voice is light, struggling to bring the teasing lilt to it when she knows that he was, and it bounces back and forth between them.
“I knew you could handle it,” he says, not quite answering a question she already knows the answer to.
She pulls back to look at him, squeezing his hands tightly, reassuringly. “Did Lily tell you that it went well?” A grin slides onto her face, a smug feeling welling up in her. “We got the codes for the next shipment. The Sith are going to be hit hard, and Malak won't even know it until it's too late.”
Kyp grins back at her, slowly walking her backwards, lifting her hands up to pin them to the wall when she backs into it. “I wanted to be there.”
“I know,” Catty says softly, staring at him as he presses against her, her body quick to react to this new position. “But I did okay on my own, and you were needed here more.” There was one slip up, one moment where she thought about how easy it would have been to make the informant hurt, like the people he had already hurt, but she had gotten through it.
His mouth hovers over hers, tickling her lips as he talks. “The only place I'm needed is with you, Catty.”
He presses her hard into the wall, his urgent, possessive need reflecting in the slow kiss he gives her. Her hands struggle against his, but he holds them tighter, surrounding them in his power until she simply surrenders the idea of getting her hands free. She concentrates elsewhere, one leg wrapping around his to keep him anchored against her, teeth dragging along his bottom teeth before she changes the tempo of the kiss. Harder, desperate. His groan reverberates through her, a dark smirk twisting her lips.
“You're always with me,” she counters, lips brushing over his cheek, working over the line of his jaw. She repeats the words through their connection, drawing him in to herself, letting her own power settle over him.
Letting go of her hands, his own settle on her waist, fingers slipping under her shirt to rest on her warm skin. “I worry about you when you're out there.”
Her teeth scrapes along the skin of his neck, her arms coming down to drape along his shoulders. “I worry about you, too.”
His hands slide up over her ribcage, thumbs brushing the bottom edge of her bra, and her breath quickens. It's only been a couple of days, but being away from him feels like forever. Her leg moves higher, and a hand slides out from under her shirt to grasp it, pull her closer. They stand there in the open like that for a moment until he kisses her again, hard and desperate, and she feels his worry for her, his need, as if they were her own-and maybe they are her own, she isn't even sure anymore. She just knows that she's feeling the same.
“I'm going with you next time,” he breathes out, whispering the words against her skin, and she does nothing but nod in return, catching his mouth again to seal the deal.
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): counted_stars
CHARACTER(S): Catty Turner/Kyp Durron
PROMPT: #111 Agreement
RECIPIENT: Hannah
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Naw
SPOILERS?: Naw
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: What do you think is inside?
WORD COUNT: 604
The moment she returns, he's at her side, fingers wrapped around her upper arms and his forehead pressed to hers. She smiles, faintly, breathing him in, anxiety at the absence and joy of the return flowing easily between their bond. His hands slide down her arms until his fingers touch hers, threading them together.
“Were you worried?” Her voice is light, struggling to bring the teasing lilt to it when she knows that he was, and it bounces back and forth between them.
“I knew you could handle it,” he says, not quite answering a question she already knows the answer to.
She pulls back to look at him, squeezing his hands tightly, reassuringly. “Did Lily tell you that it went well?” A grin slides onto her face, a smug feeling welling up in her. “We got the codes for the next shipment. The Sith are going to be hit hard, and Malak won't even know it until it's too late.”
Kyp grins back at her, slowly walking her backwards, lifting her hands up to pin them to the wall when she backs into it. “I wanted to be there.”
“I know,” Catty says softly, staring at him as he presses against her, her body quick to react to this new position. “But I did okay on my own, and you were needed here more.” There was one slip up, one moment where she thought about how easy it would have been to make the informant hurt, like the people he had already hurt, but she had gotten through it.
His mouth hovers over hers, tickling her lips as he talks. “The only place I'm needed is with you, Catty.”
He presses her hard into the wall, his urgent, possessive need reflecting in the slow kiss he gives her. Her hands struggle against his, but he holds them tighter, surrounding them in his power until she simply surrenders the idea of getting her hands free. She concentrates elsewhere, one leg wrapping around his to keep him anchored against her, teeth dragging along his bottom teeth before she changes the tempo of the kiss. Harder, desperate. His groan reverberates through her, a dark smirk twisting her lips.
“You're always with me,” she counters, lips brushing over his cheek, working over the line of his jaw. She repeats the words through their connection, drawing him in to herself, letting her own power settle over him.
Letting go of her hands, his own settle on her waist, fingers slipping under her shirt to rest on her warm skin. “I worry about you when you're out there.”
Her teeth scrapes along the skin of his neck, her arms coming down to drape along his shoulders. “I worry about you, too.”
His hands slide up over her ribcage, thumbs brushing the bottom edge of her bra, and her breath quickens. It's only been a couple of days, but being away from him feels like forever. Her leg moves higher, and a hand slides out from under her shirt to grasp it, pull her closer. They stand there in the open like that for a moment until he kisses her again, hard and desperate, and she feels his worry for her, his need, as if they were her own-and maybe they are her own, she isn't even sure anymore. She just knows that she's feeling the same.
“I'm going with you next time,” he breathes out, whispering the words against her skin, and she does nothing but nod in return, catching his mouth again to seal the deal.