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The wooden beams of the barn creak like old buildings are wont to do, and Kate smiles to herself as she writes ideas—possibilities—on the lined pages of her notepad. No matter how sturdy a building you build, mother nature is always going to try her best to make it known that she could knock it down if she so desired. A sentiment that Kate is very aware of.
Her foot bops up and down, as she hums to herself; one leg crossed over the other.
She hears a faint knock of knuckles on wood, but she doesn't look up from her notes. "Come in," she shouts; assuming it's her mom. It's not. Kate stumbles to her feet in surprise; her pen falling from her hand onto the table.
"Scott!" She tucks a strand of her golden caramel hair behind her ear; biting her lip nervously. "What- What are you doing here?" For a while after the EF5 there, they'd—she'd—wondered if Scott had made it out of that whole disaster zone, alive. Apparently he had. Kate can't decide if she's happy about that fact or not. Sure, she doesn't wish anyone dead, but he'd been a prick to her; obviously hadn't wanted her around, so she's not exactly going to throw a 'I'm happy you survived a tornado' party in his honour.
Especially, because she'd barely survived the same tornado herself.
Scott clears his throat; stepping into the barn. He's not wearing his Storm Par baseball cap, is her first thought. He looks less stoic, less...guarded, without it. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, and his fingers look like they shake. If Kate didn't know any better, she'd say he was nervous. Which is preposterous.
"Javi...he- he said you'd be here."
"Alright," her brow furrows in confusion, "but this is my childhood home so that explains why I'm here, but not you Robo-boy."
Scott swallows, and Kate finds her eyes drawn to the up-and-down bob of his throat. For a brief moment she imagines hitching her teeth there, on the vulnerable line of it, and biting down. Shaking her head to get rid of those thoughts, Kate coughs and wanders over to the diorama she'd made so many years ago, to give herself some room to breathe. Her fingers trail over the model houses. The tread of Scott's footsteps are purposely loud as he comes up behind her; like he doesn't want to spook her—anymore than he had already by just turning up out of the blue, anyway.
"He said I should apologise."
Kate huffs in surprise; twirls round and folds her arms across her chest. Her brows raise to her hairline, because that hadn't been what she was expecting. (Not that she'd had any expectations about how this interaction would go, because she never thought Scott would ever actually be here—in her childhood barn, with her—but still, apologising wouldn't have been the first thing that crossed her mind).
"I see. Well, I won't hold my breath waiting. You sure you're not here to steal my research for Storm Par to pass on to that money grabbing old man?"
If her words poked a nerve, Scott didn't let on. The only sign she got a hit, was the flex of his jaw.
"I left Storm Par."
This just keeps getting more and more surprising.
"You sure? You sure Javi didn't toss you out?"
Scott shakes his head sharply; voice gruff. "I left."
"Alright, I'll believe you," she allows, before muttering under her breath, "thousands wouldn't." Scott chuffs, but doesn't deny she's right. At least he seems to know he's not to everyone's tastes. "So what are you doing here apart from not apologising?"
"Javi...he told me what you did, I couldn't believe—" Scott scrubs a hand over his face; those blue eyes of his no longer hard and glaring like all the other times they've interacted. "I just had to see for myself that you'd actually made it out of there."
Her heart stutters in her chest, because he actually sounds like he means it, but she's skittish about believing him. Because why would he care? "D'aww don't tell me you've grown a heart now, Scott. That's more the tinman than the scarecrow, remember?"
He rolls his eyes. "Hilarious."
"I try."
Scott wanders round the barn then, looking at the diorama before wandering over to her piles of notes; flicking a few pages back and forth. "You really do know your stuff, huh?"
Kate splutters out a slightly offended laugh. "You still think I have no idea what I'm doing?"
"No...I just." Scott shrugs; stuffing his hands in his pockets. He's wearing jeans rather than the blue tac pants he'd worn as part of his Storm Par uniform. They cling to thick thighs, and Kate sort of hates how pretty he is. "With the whole using dandelions and wheat fields stuff it's nice to know there's actual science in amongst the crazy."
"You are a real charmer, you know that?"
He shrugs again and wanders back over to where she is; standing closer than before. Close enough she can count the individual lashes that frame his blue eyes. "I'm just saying; science is good, you can trust science. It's nice to see you know the science too and it's not all farm girl 'I feel the vibes of the earth' bullshit."
"Well, we couldn't all go to MIT now, could we? Some of us have to utilise our feral farm girl roots for summin' other than cow tipping." She purposely emphasises her Oklahoma accent, just to annoy him. He doesn't look annoyed though. His mouth is doing this squiggly thing that she thinks might be a smile.
"Please," he scoffs, "you clearly love cows. You wouldn't tip one over."
Kate arches a brow. "And you know me so well, huh?"
Scott steps closer. Their feet bump against each other, and his woodsy cologne teases her nostrils. Kate breathes it in and her belly clenches with arousal. She tilts her head back to look up at him; hands fumbling behind her to grab hold of the edge of the diorama table.
"I'd like to," he says softly.
Kate blinks. Blinks again.
"W-What?"
"I'd...I'd like to know you better."
"You're serious?!" Kate chokes out a shocked laugh. Never having seen this coming. "Who are you and what have you done with glarey Scott?"
"I don't glare," Scott says, glaring at her.
"You're glaring at me right now!" Kate throws up her hands in disbelief.
"I'm—" Scott cuts himself off. Takes a steeling breath. Tries again. "I didn't come here to argue with you."
"No, you apparently came here to apologise and yet I'm still waiting for you to actually say sorry."
Scott runs his fingers through his hair, and Kate can’t help but notice the way his t-shirt clings to the curve of his bicep. Her teeth ache again, and shit—maybe she needs to get away from the farm; spending all her time around animals is making her a little feral, apparently. Or maybe it's just him? And yeah, somehow, that possibility seems both better and worse.
"I'm...I'm sorry, okay?"
She's not letting him get off that easily.
"For...?"
"For being a dick. For doubting you. For not caring about strangers in a town I'd never been to before! For helping a piece of shit millionaire make even more money. For...For just being me I guess."
It was more than she was expecting him to apologise for. And she can't stop herself melting a little at the lost look on his face. He looks like a boy who hasn't worked out yet why eating a whole packet of cookies would be a bad thing—the stomach ache that appears not long after, somehow completely unrelated. He looks confused, and unsure how she's going to react. She decides to cut him a bit of slack.
"N'aww you're not all bad, Scott." Kate pats him on the cheek; her nose crinkles as she can't hold back a smile because he doesn't seem to realise that he leans into the curve of her palm; like a cat seeking out affection.
"No?" He sounds hopeful; like he needs her to confirm he's not a bad person. He's not. Not really. Sure he's not really a people person, and he can be blinded by the perils of surface-level philanthropy that was actually just the greedy machinations of capitalism at work. But she knows what it’s like to get lost in trying to prove something could work, so much so that you fail to see what could go wrong.
"Nah," she taps her mouth with her finger; suppressing a smile, "your ass is cute." Kate makes a point of leaning to side and checking out the curve of his behind. And what a behind it is.
"Gee thanks." Scott rolls his eyes, but his cheeks pinken. Huh. Guess he likes that.
"You are so welcome," she smirks. And then lets it soften. Brushes a strand of hair away from his forehead. "And if Javi likes you, then you can't be a monster." Scott seems to let out a breath she's not even sure he was aware he was holding. Tips forward and rests his face against her collar bone. Kate sucks in a breath; tentatively brings his hand up cup his skull. Runs her fingers through his hair as he shudders out a heaving sob. His whole body is tense and apart from where his forehead is pressing into the jut of her clavicle, he doesn't touch her. Bizarrely, Kate doesn't think it's because he doesn't want to. More like he thinks he's not allowed.
"Scott..." she says, when after five minutes of surprisingly-not-awkward silence, he hasn't moved.
He hums in question. Kate feels the faint vibration of it rumble out of him and over her skin. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know."
Kate gently grabs his face in both hands and pulls him up. She looks at him; strokes her thumb over the ridge of his cheek bone. Feels the faint rasp of stubble against her skin. "Scott—"
He surges forward then; slots their lips together like two puzzle pieces. Kate gasps out a breath, but she doesn't push him away. He groans low in his throat; skims his large hands up and down her flank. Licks into her mouth and threads his fingers through the hair at her nape. Holds her close and he ravishes her mouth. It's the most passionate she's ever seen him, and that includes him creaming his pants over the science of tornadoes. The fact that it's her that's making him like this—
She can't deny it's making her wet.
Kate grinds up against him; rubbing the seam of her shorts against the meat of his thigh. Scott nips at her bottom lip; swipes his tongue over it straight away to soothe the sting. He keeps kissing her; like he can't help himself. Greedy with his mouth, as greedy as his hand is; pawing and squeezing the flesh of her ass through her shorts. She claws at the broad expanse of his shoulders; feels the muscles flex under her palms.
All of sudden, Scott tears his mouth away; chest heaving with panting breaths. Part of Kate fears he's going to turn tail and run. "Scott?"
He looks at her; blue eyes blazing. Leans in again, though he doesn't kiss her, just brushes his nose against her cheek. Nuzzles the hinge of her jaw, and then sniffing, he sweeps her diorama onto the floor and gently pushes her onto her back, so she's splayed out on the table. Scott stands there in between her spread legs; a curve to his plush mouth. He palms her inner thigh and then maintaining eye contact, he crouches down. Undoes her shorts and shimmies them down her legs; chucking them over his shoulder. Pushes her legs open even wider. Kate gulps; looking down the length of her body at where he was staring right at the crotch of her pale blue panties. She knows without looking, that there's going to be a damp spot from how wet she is. She'd feel more embarrassed about it, if he wasn't staring at her like he was a wolf and she was the lamb, about to be devoured.
Scott curls his fingers under the gusset of her panties and then tugs. They rip like tissue paper. "Jesus!" Her pussy throbs with arousal from the show of strength and desperation. "Those were new, Caveman!"
"And worth every penny," he murmurs; parting the folds of her pussy and stroking his thumbs up and down the slick, swollen skin. His breaths ghost over the valley of her cunt, and fuck, she wants his mouth on her so bad. "Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy."
"You seen many?" she asks, a little hysterically; not used to having a man between her legs acting so reverently. Not since Jeb anyway.
"No." Oh. That's—she's not sure how to handle that. Scott doesn't seem to care that he'd just admitted that he doesn't do this very often; that this might actually mean something. "But I know I'm right. Now, you gonna let me eat you out, or you gonna carry on asking questions?"
Kate chuffs good-naturedly and waves at him to be her guest.
He doesn't wait for her to change her mind; just buries his face right up in her cunt and starts feasting. She can tell he doesn't do this often, or at all, normally—he's too rough with his tongue, too greedy; not caring if he's hitting her good spots, just wanting to lick and slurp at every bit of her pussy he can find. That doesn't mean it doesn't feel good though, because it does. He sucks on the aching nub of her clit and feeds two fingers into the wet channel of her cunt; rubbing the pads over her swollen walls. It's like he wants—no, needs—her to come all over his face.
A baptism of forgiveness and pussy slick? She has no idea, but Scott's not letting up. His face must be red as a beet by now; she can feel the huffs and puffs of his breaths tickling her inner thighs, but he doesn't pull up and away, just keeps devouring her cunt, like he's been starved for years. The fire in her veins pulls tight, and soon she's arching her back and writhing underneath him; cunt spasming over and over as she comes. Gushes all over the lower half of his face; his fingers drawing out her orgasm, until she's batting at his head weakly, protesting, "too sensitive."
He stands then, and yep, she was right; his face is flushed red, and shiny with her slick. He looks indecent, and she can't look away as he licks his lips, then sucks his fingers clean. Scott thumbs open his jeans and shoves them down to his knees; his boxer briefs quickly follow. Kate's eyes widen, because fuck, that was a big dick. He strokes it a few times, and then blankets her body with his bulk. She wraps her arms around his neck and hitches her leg over his hip. Scott reaches in between them and lines his cock up with her swollen entrance. Looks her in the eye and waits for her to jerk out a nod.
"Ah, fuck!" Kate whines; throwing her head back so it thunks against the table, each fat inch of his cock filling her deliciously. Scott pauses, and she tugs on his hair. "Keep going, I didn't say stop."
"Bossy little witch," he grumbles, sounding impossibly fond, but he carries on pushing in in in, until he's balls deep inside her. She clenches down around him; revelling in the sharp hiss he lets escape.
"Fuck me, Scott. Show me how sorry you are."
He takes that as the challenge it is; digging his blunt fingers into the squish of her waist and sneaking the other hand under her blouse to palm her breast through the cotton of her bra, and pulling his hips back to thrust back in. Her moans are swallowed by his kisses. Scott sets a hard, sharp rhythm; thick cock rubbing over her g-spot with every wet drag inside her. It feels incredible and she's pretty sure she won't last long.
Kate yanks his mouth off her so she can draw in a ragged breath, and he latches onto her throat instead; sucking deep, bruising love bites against her pulse. Guess, she wasn't the only one who wanted to bite down where you could taste the beat of a heart. She rucks up the back of his t-shirt as he fucks her; nails scratching lines of red over his firm back.
"Trust you to be a wildcat in bed," Scott snorts out a laugh; moving from one side of her neck to the other; pinching her nipple and moving his hand from her waist to rub her clit.
"Says you, Bitey Mc—ah, fuck—McBitey!"
"You love it," he bites down on the hollow of her throat as he snaps his hips in a particularly rough and deep thrust; shoving her up the table, only stopped from truly escaping by his firm grip on her tit. She's going to wear bruises in the shape of his handprints after this, and it's not as terrible a thought as she would've imagined before this. His fingers strum at her clit and Kate can feel that hook-like feeling in her gut again, signalling her impending release.
"M'gonna come," she rakes her nails up the length of his spine, wanting her marks to last as well. Scott grunts; hitches her leg up higher. Slides in that little bit deeper; feels like he's in her throat.
"Do it, Kate." She gasps; the first time he's called her by her actual name. "Come for me."
She's wound so tight, it only takes a few pinches of her nipple and her clit, and the press of teeth against her skin, and she's falling apart around him. She wets his cock with her release, and he fucks into her harder; like an animal. Captures her lips in a filthy kiss and moans against her mouth as his hips stutter; spilling his load hot and wet insider her a moment later. They lay there catching their breaths; Scott's dick pulsing inside her in the aftermath.
He collapses on top of her after while, and she lets out an Oof as he covers her. "Don't mind me," she drawls.
"You're surprisingly comfy."
She reaches down and pokes him in the ass, and he hums but doesn't move. Seeing as he's disinclined to get off of her, she just contents herself by palming his ass cheek. He did have a great ass after all. Scott nuzzles his way into the crook of her neck and Kate sighs, because she has a feeling they're going to be laying here a while. Would never have clocked Mr Stoic as a cuddler, but she can't deny the evidence right in front of her. Or on top of her even. She hopes her mom isn't going to come and find her for dinner any time soon; not sure how to explain this, especially as her mom had been hinting at her to invite Tyler over again, though she hadn’t wanted to. Twisting her head to the side she finally properly registers the space where her diorama used to be and knows it's now on the floor, in pieces.
"You broke my diorama, Scott. I put a lot of work into that when I was younger."
"You've got real tornados you can play with now, Sweetheart."
"Is that what you're calling that thing you did with your tongue?"
He peers up at her; levelling her with a flat look. It's so like the one he gave her when they first met, that she can't help but laugh, because she knows now that he's not all grouchy like he pretends to be. He actually quite likes her.
"Oh shut up," Scott grumbles.
"Make me."
Scott narrows his eyes at her very obvious baiting, but kisses her anyway. And yeah, that will get her to stop talking. She has no idea what happens between them now, but she's survived being in the very eye of the worst storm she'd ever seen, so she'll figure it out.
And until she does, they can always spend their time kissing.