Seth/Kate pairing.
Just an idea that was playing around my head, not sure whether or not to continue or leave it as is.
Disclaimer: Don't own the from Dawn till Dusk the Series.
He sat there on the edge of the bed staring over at the syringe and the little brown satchel, the one that promised him sweet relief from the torment that was his life. He would already have used it if it weren't for her sweet light snore behind him reminding him what he had left. Kate was his only light left in this world, but she deserved more than this. He had dragged her into this dark misery with him because he was selfish. Now she needed him and he was thinking about leaving her, part of him at least. The only part left that still felt things. She deserved his best, but Seth Gecko's best had always depended on the morality of the job at hand, he was very good at being bad and not much else. That was better than nothing out here though, where all they had was each other. The needle called to him and he knew if things stayed the same he would reach for it soon, but not tonight. He looked back over his shoulder at Kate's sleeping form before crawling into bed beside her and falling into a cold restless sleep.
When he woke the next morning, he found Kate sitting in the exact same position he had been sitting last night. The harsh crack of light from between the curtains fell across her back. She was still, he couldn't even see the rise and fall of her breath showing on her small frame. He looked away from her embarrassed when he realised what she was looking at, his weakness. He had meant to hide it, as he had now for several nights. "So, this is your solution Seth?" she asked calmly, clearly aware he had woken. "I haven't taken any" he defended. "Yet' she finished for him. Tears streamed silently down her face and she wiped them away as discretely as she could manage but he saw them glisten in the light as they fell and he felt like an asshole.
"I'm going to take a shower" she said as she stood and walked toward their bathroom. "I'm not as strong as you Kate, don't hold me to your high fucking standards" he bit out bitterly. She turned and looked at him, she wasn't angry or even hurt like he expected her to be. She just looked at him sadly, sweetly, lovingly. He looked away, unable to bear the weight of her caring gaze. "I just wish you would share some of that pain with me Seth, that's all" and she went inside and closed the door.
He waited to hear the spray of the shower come on before he replied "I think I have caused you enough pain princess". He turned around and tried to go back to sleep but he instead listened to the sound of the shower hum and the sounds she made as she washed herself. An occasional hum, or a lyric of a song he didn't know, the sound of her knocking the shampoo bottle which she did almost every time. It was a shitty room, so it was hard not to hear her, sometimes he heard her sob, sometimes he heard her sigh and moan. On those occasions, he found incredibly difficult not to picture what she was doing, but he always did and it drove him crazy. He always fantasised about joining her but he didn't want to be that guy. She was far too good for him. Today there were no sighs or moans, though, just the odd frustrated sigh or muttered utterance before she got out of the shower. He listened to the clang and clatter as she dried herself and got dressed or so he assumed.
She emerged a couple of minutes later scrubbed clean and beautiful as always, she sat on the bed beside him and he felt her eyes on him. "I left some hot water for you if you are interested" she said quietly. He didn't reply or even acknowledge her. The minutes ticked on before he heard her sigh "Fuck you, Seth" she finally said and she stood up grabbing the syringe dropping it to the ground and crushed it under her boot. She grabbed the satchel and was about to walk into the bathroom with it when he grabbed her arm "What the fuck Kate? He yelled advancing on her aggressively "You have no right". She stood her ground staring defiantly back at him, challenging him to do something, needing him to do something, anything.
He stood there for several moments seething waiting for her to back down, instead she smirked almost mocking him. His pain and anger bubbled over and he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her savagely. She moaned into the kiss and pushed herself into him. He growled somewhere between fury and lust and he picked her up and threw her onto the bed viciously. She looked back at him heatedly and something in him snapped. He wanted to hurt her, make her see that he wasn't worth it. He needed her to see that he was already a lost cause. Then she would leave him and he could finally dissolve into the pain that tormented him.
He climbed over her, straddling her and looked into her eyes and she stared back into his, refusing to give him an inch. She didn't move, she didn't run, if anything she was still waiting for him to do something with that same smile dancing around the edge of her mouth. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was openly mocking him now. He kissed her roughly and felt her return it, he ripped open her sleep top, one of his old tanks she had stolen and palmed her bare breasts roughly. She moaned and writhed underneath him causing him to harden. What was wrong with her? Why wasn't she running? What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed her to see him for the twisted broken person he was, wanted her to push him away tell him he is too broken and fucked up and just leave him to his misery.
He reached down to her shorts and yanked them roughly down. He palmed her roughly before pushing two fingers deep inside her. Fuck she was so wet, why couldn't she just understand that he was fucked up and leave. He wanted her to feel his pain, then leave him to it. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard length and stroked himself once before pushing his cock inside her wet folds and thrust inside her hard. He stared into her eyes waiting for the moment where she got scared or disgusted. She smiled, her eyes burning into his and moaned then flinched for a moment and arched her back to meet him.
The colour nearly drained from his face, when he realised she was a virgin and he had just… He started to pull back when Kate's hand shot up and grabbed his hair tight. "If you stop Seth, I will leave. I want this, please share your pain with me. I can take it, I want to take it." Her voice fierce but oddly tender. She stared at him with the same defiance as earlier. As Seth looked into her eyes he saw that she already knew that he was fucked up, knew it all along and she was still here. What the fuck was wrong with her? Maybe he should leave now before it was too late, or just stop now and watch her leave but he already knew that he was too selfish to let her go anywhere. So instead he pounded into her hard and fast letting out all his anger and frustration and pain on her and she took it willingly, moaning and screaming her enjoyment. It was twisted and wrong. He still was waiting for the moment where it would be too much and she would leave him forever.
At some point during the early afternoon as they fucked each other again he realized the anger and pain had dissolved at least for now, and they were just two people tenderly, lovingly enjoying their time together. Afterwards, he tried to think back on when the change had happened and he had no idea. She lay in the nook of his arm as he ran his finger gently down her arm. "What is wrong with us Kate? You shouldn't want me and I shouldn't have…" said Seth. "Shut up Seth. I wanted it and I needed it too and I imagine I will want and need it again, many, many times" replied Kate with a playful suggestive smirk. Seth groaned "Fuck Kate don't say things like that. I'm supposed to be the grown up here". Kate laughed a light laugh "Fuck you Seth Gecko, but we both know I'm the only adult here in this relationship". She flinched at her use of the word relationship. Seth just laughed and pulled her close and kissed her softly. When they got up later to go in search of food they disposed of the rest of Seth's stash, and Kate became his drug of choice and one he indulged in often.
Their relationship by most standards was fucked up. Kate often wondered herself what was wrong with her. She had no idea why she loved it when Seth fucked her like he hated her or the way he treated her like a princess at all other times. She loved his intensity, loved the delicious ways he made her hurt, then the soft way he kissed her afterwards. The tender way he touched her and his gentle smiles, the way he opened doors for her and let his hand rest on the small of her back as they walked. She loved all of it.
Since that night together, their jobs went smoother and they were eerily in sync as they gliding through banks like an orchestrated dance. They always knew where each other was and what was next, they communicated in glances and subtle motions and they always understood each other. They had developed somewhat of a reputation for being good. They would never be as notorious as the Gecko brothers had been, but they were a better team.