A/N: I hope you guys know what dulce de leche is. If you don't, google it RIGHT NOW.

This chapter is dedicated to the incredible Manuxinhace, who plants so many plot bunnies in my head that I don't know what to do with myself. I am proud to call you my friend.

DAY 13: Encounter

Against all odds, they did manage to eat. Their hunger for something edible was greater than their hunger for each other, at least for the moment.

It didn't stop Kate from running her bare foot up and down his calves, or Rick from stealing a kiss every time she wasn't chewing, but they did eventually finish the waffles.

Sated, but only in the culinary sense of the word, they stood up to put away the dishes. He caught her wrist at the sink and pulled her into him.

"I don't remember giving you permission to wear my clothes" he wondered out loud, put on a frown and played with the collar of his shirt that she was wearing.
"Oh, I'm sorry" she answered, pretending she didn't know that he loved her in his shirts more than in anything else. "I didn't know you'd be against it, but if that's the case, I'll return them immediately" she said and took pride in the seriousness of her voice and her blank face.

"Please be so kind" he answered, motioning to her shirt, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Kate raised her arms in the small space between their bodies, "accidentally" brushing his chest as she started undoing the shirt, button by teasing little button. When she had completed her task, the valley between her breasts just barely visible through the slit of the opened shirt, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, lightly caressing his skin. She knew exactly what she had to do to drive him mad.

Rick, who had still been fidgeting with the collar, pretended to be unimpressed, pushed the shirt down her shoulders and methodically freed her arms from it, causing her teasing fingers to slip away from his underwear.

"Thank you," he said politely, folded up the shirt and turned around, leaving her bare-breasted and speechless at the sink. She recovered quickly and in a brief childish outburst jumped at his back, clinging to him with her arms around his neck and her long legs around his waist. He slightly tumbled forward, but caught himself at the table, sending the folded shirt sailing towards the floor. Other than a breathy "Oof!" he made no sound, just wrapped a strong arm around her leg. He grabbed the bowl of chocolate sauce with the other hand and started to walk, seemingly unperturbed, as if he was carrying her piggyback every other day.

He sat the bowl down on the counter next to the half-empty bowl of dulce de leche and held up the spoon for her to lick clean. She changed her hold on his neck so that one arm was free, grabbed the spoon from him and smeared the chocolate down his neck.

"Kate" he gasped and tried to get the spoon back from her, but she held on to it tightly as she began to suck and lick on his neck.

His moan vibrated all throughout her body and she chuckled against his skin, nipping her way up to his earlobe to draw more sounds from him.

He decided to switch tactics and grabbed her thighs, running his hands up and down her smooth, sensitive skin and softly tickling the backs of her knees. She pulled away and lowered herself to the ground and he immediately turned them around, pressing her into the counter and capturing her lips in an all-consuming kiss. The spoon slipped out of her hand, clattering when it hit the floor.

His tongue still teasing hers, he reached behind her, blindly looking for something, surprising her when a dollop of warm and viscous dulce de leche hit her shoulder. His mouth made a wet path from her lips down her long neck to her shoulder, his clean hand lacing into her hair to tilt her head back and her knees buckled, prompting her to lean against the counter to keep herself up. She realized that her plan to seduce him had quickly backfired and had to admit that the sounds he was eliciting from her were louder than the ones she had been able to tease out of him.

Rick dipped his finger into the dulce again and drew a heart on the skin of her chest, right above the place where her real one was beating erratically, and when he started to lick it off she didn't know which feeling was strongest; love and lust were running through her veins in equal parts.

His lips formed a seal around her nipple and sucked hard and she clawed at his back in a desperate effort to stop from slipping down against the counter. The strangled cry she gave him would have normally made her feel weak, but all she was conscious of were thoughts of "More!", "Yes!" and "Oh Fuck!".

His tongue left her breast and their wild gazes met, his hand snaking out again for the bowl of liquid torture. Before his coated fingers could touch her tingling skin though, she grabbed his wrist and brought the digits to her mouth, sucking and licking until he couldn't take it anymore and hauled her away from the counter.

He almost threw her onto the table, but instead of complaining she reached out to push his boxers down. He stepped out of them and leaned down to caress her breasts and dip his tongue into her navel. Biting into her curves and soothing the spots with his talented hot mouth, he kissed his way up her body. When he reached her mouth, she pulled him down on her, his erection pressing into all the right places against her panties.

They both groaned at the realization that there was still a piece of fabric separating them and Rick pulled away to rid her of it. She pushed him backwards until she could slide off the table, swatting at his hands when they went to her hips. He held his breath and gripped the edges of the tabletop when she went down on her knees in front of him.

She looked up at him and smiled, angel and devil in one person, and trailed a finger down his shaft.

Her mouth closed around his tip and he had to fight hard to stay in control of his movements. She took him in a little deeper, humming softly, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Her thumb and forefinger were forming a tight ring around him as she pumped up and down.

"Shit, Kate!" he gasped, but she only teased him more, swirling her tongue and licking down his length and guiding her hands around his hip to grab his ass. When his body involuntarily thrust forwards, he almost choked on air and immediately pulled back, cupping her face with a surprising tenderness and guiding her up to her feet to kiss her.

She stretched out against him, her pert nipples pressed to his chest and her heat impossible to ignore where their lower bodies rubbed against each other.

Her hands fisted in his hair and she bit down on his lower lip, her tongue slipping out to lap at the marks and glide into his mouth, devouring him, savoring him as if he were a thousand times more delicious than the dessert he had licked from her body.

He didn't realize that she had turned them around until his back hit the table and she pushed him down on top of it. Quickly divesting herself of her panties, she climbed onto the table and straddled him. Reaching between them, she took him into her hands and positioned him at her entrance. Their gazes locked and none of them dared to breathe.

He slipped into her with ease, but she still stopped for a second to adjust to his size.

"You missed me too, haven't you?" he asked teasingly, a little proud of himself that he could form a coherent sentence whilst seated deeply within her.

"A little" she gasped out and started to rock above him, the rhythm she was setting anything but sweet and slow. He was already close, but from his position beneath her with his legs dangling off the table, he had no leverage to meet her thrusts.

Collecting whatever strength he had in his body, he sat up and cradled her against him, the sudden change of angle causing her to cry out and spasm around him, her fingers digging into his back so forcefully that she was drawing blood.

"Rick!" she whimpered, burying her head into the crook of his neck and pressing her lips against his pulse. "Oh God, Rick!"

When she started to relax against him he stood up cradling her to him, still joined, and turned her around so she was lying on the table. It made her the perfect height so he remained standing and brushed a strand of hair from her face as she came down from her orgasm.

When her legs wrapped around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into his butt, he knew she was ready again. After an initial slow retreat and thrust, he gave no warning and drove himself into her, speeding up quickly until he was pounding into her hard and fast, over and over again.

Her teeth were gritted together, but he could tell from the look in her almost black eyes that she wasn't in pain.

When her hands came up to cup and squeeze her own breasts, Rick swore under his breath and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs up until her feet were by his shoulders. She came instantaneously, clamping down hard around him and milking every last bit of him as he released into her.

Her legs limply sank down at his sides and because his own just couldn't support his weight anymore, he slipped out of her and took a deep breath. Sliding one hand beneath her shoulder and the other around her waist, Rick slowly pulled her up.

Together they tumbled the three steps to the nearest chair and he collapsed on it, pulling Kate into his lap.

He pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheeks and her lips and she sighed in pleasure, her hands running along his not yet shaven jaw as they both came back to themselves, their thundering hearts completely in synch.

A/N: Oh and yes, the title of this chapter really is meant to be a very, very terrible pun. Excuse me, please.
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