FIC: Surprises, d'orli/kate, R
Title: Surprises
Author: Becca
Pairing: d'orli/kate
Rating: R
Warnings: het
Summary: in which there is needlesslyjealous!Orli and nominallystraight!Dom. and an unusual kiss.
Notes: For zarah5, by request.


Orlando hears his name above the quiet hum of conversation and looks around,
sees Dom and Kate standing nearby with their heads together like the best of
friends. "He's ticklish, y'know, just behind the knees, and-" Kate's
laughter rings out, and she finishes Dom's sentence for him:

"And if you get him going, he can't fight back!" They laugh together, and
Kate leans in - not up, Orlando has that on Dom at least - and whispers
something in Dom's ear, something that makes Dom's whole face soften.
Orlando moves away, disgusted, though when Elijah asks what's wrong he has
no answer, only a snarl.

Later that night, when he sees Kate again, he fancies that her lips look
swollen, bruised, slightly *used.* It's not like he hasn't seen it before,
often enough. His manner turns downright chilly once they're alone together,
and in the suite he heads for the sofa first thing, intending to sleep
there.

"What the *fuck* is your problem?" she snaps suddenly behind him. He doesn't
turn to look at her, just keeps on smoothing out the sheets on the folding
bed. "You'll kill yourself on that thing, with your back," she says, and her
voice is softer, concerned. It almost sounds sincere.

"You and Dom hit it off pretty well," he says flatly, still not turning.

"You-" she chokes. "Is that what this is about? You really are the most
incredible idiot." She shoves him down on the bed abruptly, startling him
with her strength. "He gave me something for you."

"What?" he asks, despite himself.

"This." She leans down and kisses him.

It's not Kate kissing him, for all the evidence he has to the contrary,
because those aren't Kate's sweet, pliant lips on his, hard and rough and
desperate. It isn't Kate's voice making greedy, possessive sounds as a
tongue - not Kate's tongue, certainly! - battles his own for dominance, and
*wins.* It isn't Kate's teeth closing, unforgiving, on his lower lip until
he tastes the copper tang of his own blood. He knows, with a sudden clarity,
that this is Dom's kiss, that Dom kisses like this, like a whirlwind; knows
it the same way he knows his own name, or his mother's smile, or that the
sky is blue; knows it to his very bones, and surrenders to it.

Hours, days, or perhaps only moments later, he opens his eyes and focuses on
Kate, so close. "I like you like this," she whispers, and he voices some
small interrogative as she rakes her teeth roughly across the big pulse
beating crazily in the side of his neck. He reaches for her, needing the
reassurance of her curves, her softness, and she catches his wrists and
presses them into the mattress, pressing him, pinning him with her hands,
her body, and her words; "taking it," she growls in his ear, and presses
harder. "Taking it."

She kneels above him, her skirt pooling around her thighs, and he arches
and strains and reaches for her, for the heat he feels, right *there-* and
she shifts her weight, pinning him more securely. He whimpers - fucking
*whimpers* - and feels her answering smile against his collarbone. "Pretty
little noises," she murmurs, and tastes the sweat pooling in the hollow of
his throat. "Will you make them for Dom, too? Make those pretty little
noises when he presses inside you?" He gasps and shivers at her words,
almost throwing her off, and she raises her head to look at him. "I want to
watch. Want to see your face when he fucks you."

"Dom's straight," he manages to say, even though her words - his fantasy,
Dom fucking him, lips set in just that sneer as he moves - have him so hard,
hard enough to pound nails, hard enough his hips are twitching and jerking
and begging for contact while she hovers just out of reach.

"That's what he said," she whispers in his ear, running the point of her
tongue around the rim of it so he shudders. "But then he said-" her lips
brush his, the ghost of a kiss. "He said, for you, he'd make an exception."
She kisses him for real then, really Kate, sweet and soft and giving. "So I
gave him my key."