AN: I know I don't usually have these BEFORE the story, but I felt the need to preface that the song mentioned below is "Something in Your Mouth" by Nickleback, off their album Dark Horse. So, enjoy!
Don and Kait made a speedy escape from Emily's room, leaving the almost crying Raph alone with his fiancé. Don told him to take the opportunity to talk to her more, coax her that much farther from the coma, as he shut the door behind him, turning to look down at Kait.
"I hope you and Milo won't mind staying here for a day or two. Just until we can get a sense of what's going on in the Foot." He leaned against the wall beside her, looking down at her hopefully. He desperately wanted to have her undivided attention for a few days.
Kait nodded, looking shyly up at Don, her teeth snagging her bottom lip a little. The little motion distracted Don a bit, his chocolate eyes falling down to her lips for a moment. "I don't want to intrude, and I know Milo doesn't want to, either." As polite as she was trying to be, she hoped that he was sure about letting her stay with them. Standing this close to him, she couldn't help but remember the dream that had come to her earlier about Don. Standing less than a foot from him, there wasn't any of the old apprehension she used to feel. There was only excitement, interest, and hope. She just hoped Don was as willing to integrate, as he had called it, as his older brother was.
Don only nodded back, lost in his own thoughts. "You won't intrude, Kait. I promise."
"And you haven't broken a promise yet." Kait gave him a smile, small but sweet. She was so amazed with herself that she felt his natural around Don.
Don mirrored her smile. "I won't ever break a promise to you." He gently touched her arm before heading back down the stairs, knowing she would be right behind him.
Milo was alert at this point, sitting up on the couch and watching them walk down the stairs. "Kait, I want to go home." He told her quietly, solemnly.
Don looked over his shoulder at the woman that he knew would have to be the liaison between his family and Milo. "Milo, we need to stay down here for a few days, until we know it's safe." She told him gently, sitting beside him on the couch.
"You want to stay down here? With these things?" Milo asked her quietly, looking over at Don.
Don and Milo saw an instant change in Kait. She went from small and gently to sharp and rigid, glaring up at Milo. "Milo, stop that. These are my friends. They have saved me several times, and now you. If you don't start acting like a man instead of a petulant little boy, you and I are going to have problems." She crossed her arms over her chest for added effect.
Milo nodded, his shoulders deflating on each other. "Can we at least get out a little? I need to get rid of this anxiety, blow off some steam. Please? Just a few hours of the normal world and then I'll gladly stay down here for awhile."
Kait looked over at Don, her eyes asking permission. "Not tonight." He murmured quietly, watching Milo for his reaction. "Tomorrow night, I will watch you two go somewhere you don't usually. Alright?"
Milo nodded. "Want to go dancing?" he asked Kait, already twitching for a chance to get out. "I promise not to use you as a wingman to pick somebody up."
Kait again looked to Don for permission. When he nodded in assent, she turned back to Milo. "I'm not sure I really want to dance, but I'll go with you so you can have some fun." She gave her best friend a smile on top of the promise to try and cheer him up.
The change was drastic in Milo's face. He visibly relaxed and his eyes warmed to the kind glow Kait loved to see. The promise of something normal obviously comforted him after the rug was pulled out from beneath his feet. "Is there someplace I could try to get some sleep?" he asked sheepishly.
Don nodded, seeing that it was in fact rather late. "You can take my room." He jerked his thumb up the stairs. "Kait, you can have the bed in the lab. I'll sleep on the couch out here." Milo and Kait nodded.
As an obvious sign of trust, Milo followed Don up the stairs without Kait. But when she was left alone, the day finally crashed down around her. All the near tragedy that had happened in so short of a time brought her to tears curled up on the couch trying not to sob so loud that it would be heard by someone. She almost lost Milo, she almost lost the boys. After all the loss she had suffered, she hated the thought of losing anyone.
Through her tears, she didn't notice Don returning down the stairs. She didn't notice that he heard and saw her crying on the couch. He walked quickly to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her, gently resting his hands on her forearms. "Kait, what's wrong?" he asked quietly, trying to coax her to uncurl herself. "Kait?" he edged himself closer, his plastron touching her shins.
She sucked in a quiet sob as she latched her arms around Don's neck, holding him tighter than she'd held anyone in awhile. In that moment of him trying to comfort her, Kait let the last of the wall crumble, washing from her mind the words Karai had told her about the brothers. Don was here with her, and in that moment, she didn't want anyone else.
"I just don't want to lose you guys, or lose Milo. I was so close to losing everyone today." she managed to stutter to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as he gently rocked her back and forth.
Running a hand through her hair, he lifted her slightly and quickly turned so that he was on the couch and she was in his lap, almost like a child. But at that moment, he thought of her as the opposite of a child. "I know I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." He told her softly, his chin resting on top of her head. "I know Milo's not going to leave you alone either. He cares about you too much."
"How do you…"
"I'm five inches taller than him and have him beat by a good thirty pounds, most likely, and he still almost punched me today because I was holding your hand." He chuckled slightly, adjusting his hold on Kait so that she sat more on his other leg. "That's care and commitment." He told her as he looked down at her, still fiddling with her hair.
Kait choked out a laugh, tucking herself tighter against his chest. "So I have one person that cares about me? How comforting." She sighed, looking at the pattern of the stitching of her pants.
Don moved her so that she faced him, his hands gripping her shoulders. "Kait, I wouldn't be here right now, like this, with you, if I didn't care."
Kait's hazel eyes widened drastically as she looked into Don's chocolate eyes. In the back of her mind, images from her dream started flashing. "Don, I…" she shook her head, unable to find the words.
His head sunk, misinterpreting her. He began to slide himself out from underneath her, trying to put space between them, but Kait gripped him tighter.
"Don, you're not the only one." She whispered, shyly looking down.
Don laughed quietly, gently pulling her chin up with his fingers. He loved her eyes, and didn't like that they were hiding behind her lashes. "This went so much better than Raph's confessional to Emily." He smiled a little.
Kait tried to laugh, but it came out as another sob. "But what are we supposed to do about it?" she asked quietly, looking up at him with those trusting hazel eyes.
But all he could do was shrug, keeping her close. "I honestly don't know. I can tell you what my brother did. I can tell you what I have wanted to do. But this is just you and me. If nothing happens, nothing happens. But at least I have my feelings out in the open; at least I have the truth out there."
Kait nodded, settling against his chest. "I can live with that." She told him quietly.
She sat there in his arms, leaning against his shoulder, her fingers working at gently untying Don's mask. Once it was off, they sat there, looking at each other and holding each other. In the wake of the confession, there was peace. No tension, no stress; only the care behind a tender touch and a warm smile. Within an hour, Kait's eyes began to flutter shut, her eyelashes blocking Don's view more and more every time she blinked.
"Get some sleep, Kait." Don whispered, his lips nearly touching her ear. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
Kait nodded, curling into his arms and letting her eyes close as she breathed in the slight scent of sandalwood from his skin. Don slowly slid so that he too was lying on the couch, his carapace cradled by the meeting of the back and seat of the couch. Kait required little coaxing to move so that she lay half on top of him and half beside him, her leg wrapped around his and her head wresting on his bicep.
"Good night, Kait." Don whispered, kissing the top of her head before she fell asleep.
Kait eyes opened to a different sensation than usual. Rather than the beeping of an alarm clock, she heard a gentle rumbling in her ear, saying her name again and again. As she opened her eyes, she stretched widely like she usually did as she started waking up. But rather than move on her bed, she felt that stomach dropping sensation of falling. But the fall did not last long as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. Her eyes shot open to Don's face only inches from hers. They were in his lab, which is certainly not where she fell asleep. Kait gave him a weak morning smile as she tried to stretch again, but found that he was holding her too closely.
"You have gotten very good at moving me while I'm asleep." She murmured quietly, knowing she was probably not at her most attractive at the moment, so being flirtatious was not in her best interest.
Don gave her one of his lopsided smiles as he sat down on the cot with her. "Well, you sleep pretty deeply every time I've been around you." He obviously had no problems being flirtation that early in the morning, judging by the deep rumble in his voice and the look in his chocolate eyes.
She mirrored his smile, experimenting with his strength while copping a feel of his muscles, she used his biceps as a handle to swing herself beside him. He was obviously impressed by her coordination. As a fighter, Don understood the difficulties that come from trying to move in relation to another person. It is one thing to do a motion, however complicated, and a completely different thing to do the same motion when there is an unpredictable variable, someone else's body and their motions. "I used to be in dance." She told him sheepishly. "Up until I was a senior in high school, I was bound and determined to dance professionally. But then I took an art class to get an advanced diploma and fell in love with it. So I put my dancing aside and majored in art in college."
"What kind of dance?" Don asked, a happy smile on his face. He was interested, truly interested, and that surprised Kait.
She shrugged, leaning against his arm. "All kinds. Mostly modern and ballet though." She didn't mind talking about her career change, she just hoped he didn't ask for a demonstration. She didn't think she'd be able to demonstrate the fluid, sensual motions she used in dance around Don.
"Will you show me some time?" he asked her hopefully.
Kait heaved in a theatric sigh, patting his leg. "I was just hoping you wouldn't say that." She gave him a smile all the same. She couldn't be mad at Don, especially not after the night before.
"Why?" he laughed quietly, concern leaking into his voice as he wondered if what she had told him the night before came with a few exceptions.
A blush worked up her cheeks as she thought about her response. "It's a bit of sensual thing. I always put too much body and too much sway into what I did. All my old teachers considered it a fault, but others considered it an appeal. I just don't want you to get the wrong impression of me." Not that it was really the wrong impression, she just ready to share the dream with Don quite yet.
Don nodded, looking at Kait's small body as covertly as he could. "I don't see how that would be a bad thing." He told her quietly. "But then again, I don't know anything about dancing. Zip, zero, nada."
Kait laughed a little and stood from the cot, pulling him with her. She knew her jeans and sweater weren't the most appealing outfit, but it would have to do. Don was taller than her usual partner, but she thought she could show him something to impress him. She guided his right hand to her hip, stepping close to him and holding his left hand and draping her other hand over his shoulder, gently cradling the back of his head.
"Follow my lead." She told him quietly, gently starting a set of easy but intriguing step she had learned years before. It was easy back and forth sway with a few foot movements. As much as she had hoped to show off a few of the spicier moves she remembered, Don had two left feet and there was no hope just yet for him.
Just as they started to laugh at Don's un-coordination, there was a deep throat clearing from the doorway. Embarrassed, the two dancers turned quickly to see who had been watching them. But it was only Leo, leaning against the door frame with a small smile on his face. "We've got breakfast ready when you two are done in here." He told them with a little jest in his voice. It was obvious, though, that he knew what was going on, but he seemed all for it.
Don nodded, glancing down to see whether Kait was ready to leave the privacy of the lab yet. When she nodded, Don released her and walked to his brother. "If we could keep this under wraps, we would…"
"No worries, Don." Leo whispered, patting his shoulder. "I'm on your side." He smiled to Don, and then Kait before he rounded the corner to return to the main room.
The two stood in silence for a few moments, looking at each other a little breathlessly.
"If we were to…" Kait couldn't find the right word to describe what she wanted with Don. Date just didn't feel right. Don nodded, understanding what she meant. "Would your family be against us?"
Don shook his head, smiling. "Mikey might be a little jealous. He thinks you're amazingly attractive. As do I, by the way." His voice sunk to the rumble that she loved to hear.
Kait nodded, biting her lip like she had the night before. "Don, I want to be honest with you about this." He nodded, but his stomach dropped. "I want to give us a try, but not just yet. Heck, Don, I just broke free from Karai's brainwashing about you last night!" she took a deep breath, tentatively reaching up to touch his face. "I don't want you to get shortchanged by my emotional state."
Don nodded, gently resting his hand on top of hers. "I respect that." His stress decreased greatly with her suggestion. "Can I ask one thing in the mean time?" he asked quietly, standing very close to her. Kait nodded. "Let me see you, please."
She couldn't help but give him a blinding smile. "The last thing I wanna do is not see you, Donatello." She whispered, drawing even closer.
His face leaned down towards her, but he stopped a few inches away, chuckling to himself. "And I thought I would be so calm, cool, and collected when I finally found someone I cared about." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "That doesn't seem to be the case so far."
Kait giggled a little, quickly slipping from his grasp and walking quickly to the main room. She knew her face was going to be too bright, too excited, but Milo would probably be the only one who would notice the difference. But her trusted companion was not downstairs yet. Probably still asleep. That was normal for him, though. His escape from stress was always to sleep until it went away.
When she sat at the table, looking at the brothers sitting around her, she couldn't help but smile. Don was out of the lab a few moments later, his eyes resting on Kait. He sat opposite her, determined to keep her in his line of sight for as long as possible.
Mikey passed out the pancakes he had made for breakfast as they chattered about the expected leadership who would fill Karai's position. A few minutes into the conversation, Don cleared his throat. "I told Milo and Kait I'd watch them go out for a little bit. Milo isn't taking all this change too well." He glanced over at Kait, hoping he had phrased it well enough to not cast a dim light on her friend. Kait's opinion was now infinitely important to him.
Leo nodded, looking over at Kait. "Where are you two going?" he asked, with his logical leader voice back, rather than the kind, older brother voice he had used in the lab with Don and Kait.
"Milo wanted to go dancing, so we'll probably go to the Sullivan Room. It's in Greenwich Village. We used to go there all the time when we first moved up here, but we haven't gone in a little while." Kait told him, smiling at the memories. She always got attention there because she was a good dancer.
Leo nodded, as did Don. "Is there any place Don can watch you from?"
Kait though for a moment, concentrating on her pancakes for a few seconds. "I know a couple staff members that owe me a favor. It's pretty dark in some of the places. If we can get him covered a little I'm sure I can get him in." she looked over at Don, rather than Leo, for his acceptance of the plan.
"That seems like a feasible plan." Leo nodded. That was the end of the conversation, leaving them all to their own devices until it was done. Kait made a point to stay and help clean up. She was at the sink, cleaning the dishes when Milo trudged downstairs, rubbing his eyes.
"So it wasn't all just a dream." He mumbled, flopping himself down at the table.
Kait laughed a little, taking the food she had saved for him out of the fridge. "No, it isn't a dream." She made sure he was settled before she finished with the dishes. "Milo, can I talk to you sometime today?" she put the last of the dishes in the strainer and turned to him to wait for his answer.
He nodded, his mouth full of pancakes. When he swallowed, he cleared his throat of the syrup. "Sure. What's it about?"
Kait couldn't help but smile a little. "I need guy help."
Milo raised an eyebrow, giving her a smirk. "We're trapped down here with the reptilian Adams Family and you want to talk to me about a guy?" he busied himself with the pancakes for a little while longer.
Kait waited until he had swallowed so he wouldn't choke when she told him. "Because the guy I wanna talk to you about is down here with us." She smiled before loping off to Don's lab to see him.
He was hammering away at the keyboard for his computers, his headset on. She took the opportunity to sneak up behind him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Instead of jumping, one of his hands reached up to touch hers. Leaning back in his chair, he flashed her a smile. "Listening to the chatter from the Foot. Trying to get a read on who they're going to get to fill in the leadership position Raph just opened up for them."
She leaned down, putting her ear on the other side of his headphones. The words were nothing but a scramble of syllables. "Is that in another language?" she asked, not leaning away from him.
Don nodded a little, typing something else on his computer. "Japanese. It is a Japanese gang, after all."
"You speak Japanese?" she laughed a little, but was obviously interested.
He nodded, leaning his head back to look at her. "I just have a few more minutes of this. What do you want to do with this when I'm done?"
Kait shrugged, coming beside him and looking at all the information flashing across his screens. "Well, I was going to talk to Milo for a little. And I was hoping April could stop by my place to pick up an outfit for tonight. As for you and me, I'm going to leave it up to you. I'm still getting the hang of this 'you have a hot guy that will hit on me left and right if I let him.'"
"You think I'm hot?" Don's voice hitched a little, his eyes flashing over to hers.
She shrugged with a bit of a smirk. "More or less." She teasingly elongated her syllables.
"Come on, that's not fair." He griped, turning in his chair to face her. "Yes or no?"
Kait laughed, moving to the examination cot. "Why does it matter? It's not like you can…" she waved her arms at him.
Don clicked a few buttons on his keyboard and the data stopped flashing. He stood quickly and walked to her, getting up close to her faster than usual. His usual shy calmness had disappeared for the moment. "Kait, let me put you straight on this. I am as much a man in that respect as any man you have dated. I desire you, Kait, in every way possible. And I am perfectly capable of acting on that." He stayed inches away from her, his eyes burning into hers.
She was trapped there, locked in his eyes as her body nearly quivered with his proximity and his intensity. "Yes." Her voice shook a little.
Don smiled a little, until he saw that she was shaking. "What's wrong, Kait?" he backed away a little. "I didn't mean to pressure you or startle you."
Kait gently put her finger against his mouth. "You didn't. I was, uh, excited."
Don smirked a little, returning to his chair. "Now I see the appeal. I always thought Raph and Casey were crazy, to be that passionate about someone."
"Yeah, it's not that crazy, Donatello. It can make you crazy, though."
Don nodded, clicking his computer back to life. "My phone is on the desk. It has April's number. She's off today. I'm sure she wouldn't mind picking something up for you and Milo to go out tonight." He slid the headset back on and returned to the world of Japanese phone chatter.
So Kait called April, gave her the location of her favorite club dress and her makeup bag before handing the phone to Milo so he could tell April where some of his better clothes were. When she came back to the lab, Don was still working, so she quietly told him that she would be talking with Milo until he was done.
In the living room, Milo was crashed on the couch watching the news. "Can we have that guy talk now?" she asked, camping out with him. As she brought her knees under her chin, she could still smell the sandalwood from Don's skin on her clothes.
Milo nodded, heaving in a big sigh. "Kait, I was thinking about it. I'm tempted to send you to a therapist for caring about one of these things as more than a friend. How could you feel something for them? They're turtles!" His voice had risen a little and unbeknownst to the two, Don was standing in the doorway to the lab, unable to keep himself from listening.
He saw her stand from the couch, glaring down at Milo. "Who I care about is of my own concern. I was just hoping for your advice."
Milo heaved another sigh and pulled Kait down onto the couch with him. "Alright, which one of these guys do you have a crush on? Please tell me it isn't the one with the orange mask."
She couldn't help but laugh. "No, it's not Mikey. It's Don." She felt the blush coming up on her cheeks.
"The nerdy one?" Milo couldn't help but ask.
"He's not nerdy, Milo. He's smart and kind and caring. Which is more than I can say about you right now." She glared up at him, her annoyance apparent.
Milo just looked down at her for a few moments. He had known her since she was seventeen, and she was going to be twenty-seven in two weeks. It had been a long ten years, but he knew very well that for the majority of it, Kait had been emotionally alone. Especially after Greg left, Kait never really let anyone in. But here she was, opening her heart to an overgrown turtle. But he had to remind himself that she had known them longer than he had, and that if she opened her heart to one of them, they had to have something good going for them. "How do you feel about him?" Milo asked quietly, trying to force himself to be open. Ironic, coming from a bisexual man.
Kait's smile was shy but genuine as she thought about Don. "I feel so…so…alive around him. I feel noticed, appreciated, protected, and cared for. He excites me and intrigues me to no end and my heart starts racing when I think about him, about being with him." She expected Milo's disapproval, but she was only met by a small, warm smile.
"How does he feel about you?" He asked, even though he was sure he already knew the answer.
"He told me last night that he cared about me, and he told me this morning that he desires me." Despite the distance of time and space, Kait still remembered the look in Don's eyes as he caged her against the cot and told her that, her body still reacted.
That reaction was not lost on Milo, who smirked. "He seems to have everything you want." He patted her shoulder and went to get something to drink from the kitchen. "Go for it, Kait."
She smiled at him as she settled into the couch, lost in her own thoughts. Don snuck up behind her, propping his forearms on her shoulders. "So I excite you?" he asked quietly, his chin resting on her head.
Kait stiffened a little, turning to look at him and her face ending up only inches away from his. "Yes, you do. I mean, I had a very intimate dream about you even when I was trying to avoid you." Her mouth was working on its own and was apparently bound and determined to divulge all her secrets.
He smirked, but his usual shyness was obvious on his face. He sat down next to her on the couch. "Glad to know I'm not the only one." He told her quietly, slowly sliding an arm over her shoulders, adjusting so that she lay slightly against his shoulder, like he had often seen Casey sit with April.
"How long are we going to keep pretending we aren't an item?" Kait asked him, draping her legs across his lap as she turned to look up at him.
It surprised him how much self control it took to rest his hand on her knee. "That's all up to you, Kait." He told her shyly, revealing his dedication to her in his eyes. "I'm here for you any time of the day, any day, regardless if you call me your boyfriend or not." His small smile was comforting to her.
Milo took that as the inopportune time to return from the kitchen, almost dropping his soda as he saw the two on the couch. "Well, you certainly don't waste any time." He grumbled, sitting on the love seat.
Kait smiled, embarrassed. Don mirrored the same expression on his face until he heard a knock on the door. Before Kait could move off his lap, Don picked her up as he stood, gently setting her on her feet. "I'll be right back, and I will gladly finish where we left off in my room." He whispered in her ear before walked quickly to the door, leaving goose-bumps all over Kait's body. "Kait!" he called from the door. "April has your stuff." He returned to the living room with April, who had a bag in her hand, and a piece of blue fabric in his hands. "What is this?" he asked, an eye ridge quirked up.
Kait blushed and rushed to him, snatching it from his hands. "That is my dress." She hissed quietly, flopping back onto the couch, glaring at him playfully.
For reasons unknown to her, a blush started working up Don's cheeks as he sat down beside her. "I'm sorry, Kait." He murmured quietly.
"Why?" she whispered back, flashing him a little smile to try to calm him.
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I thought it would be a little longer." He whispered, eyeing her long legs. She may have been petite, but the majority of her frame was leg.
Kait tried not to laugh as she tugged his arm, her world just revolving around herself and Don, completely ignoring April and Milo, who thankfully didn't notice the furtive exchange. "Come one, Don. I'll show you it covers everything just fine." She gave him a little smile before dragging him up the stairs to where he had shown her the bathroom was the other day. "Wait out here, I'll be right back."
Don nodded, resisting the urge to make a flirtatious comment, propping himself against the wall beside the door, waiting patiently.
Inside, Kait quickly stripped herself out of her clothes and slid into the blue dress, tugging it down around her legs so it fit right, pulling her hair out and trying to straighten it out in the small bathroom mirror. Hesitantly, she opened the door, sticking her head out to see if Don was still outside.
"Promise not to flip?" she asked quickly, suddenly self conscious of how tight the dress was.
When Don nodded, Kait opened the door all the way, letting him see. Shock flooded his face as his eyes widened. "Wow…" he managed to push out, looking at how the royal blue fabric hugged every curve of her body. He was jealous that the dress got to touch her and hold her when all he could really could was look and dream.
She spun quickly, her blonde hair splaying out around her. When she turned back to Don, he was only inches away from her. "What do you think?" she asked breathlessly.
"I think I want you to stay here tonight." He murmured quietly, his eyes boring into hers again.
"Why should I do that?" she asked, feeling herself being slowly backed against the cool tile wall.
He looked down for a moment, gathering himself to be daring for once in his life. "Because I want you all to myself tonight." He whispered, closing his eyes a little when he realized how stupid that made him sound. Kait stifled a laugh, making it even worse.
Before he could open his eyes, her hands were on his cheeks, pulling his head down towards her level. "If I wasn't bound by blood honor to take care of Milo," she whispered to him. "I'd be right here with you."
The self-restraint they exhibited was amazing as they both fought the urge to get closer, touch skin, touch lips. They were on a dry run, they told themselves, and this was just a chance to see what it felt like. There was to be no kissing yet.
Don backed away, dimming the electric tingle that had shot to life between. "You should change so you don't get anything on your dress. I'll meet you downstairs when you're done." He told her shyly before he quickly escaped the bathroom. Milo gave him a small smirk as Don plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote from the human and flipping through the channels to find something interesting. Kait was with them a little while later, sitting next to Don, whose arm was across the back of the couch, conveniently where her shoulders were.
Several hours passed in good company between the brothers, Kait, and Milo. Kait and Don managed to keep a lid on their emotions enough to appear normal, even though Leo and Milo already knew better. Soon enough dinner came, although Kait and Milo abstained, knowing they would be eating at the club. It was notorious for amazing food, music, and atmosphere.
At nine, Kait in her dress, sky high black heels, a bit of bold makeup, and her hair in an intricately twisted half-up style was waiting in the living room for Don and Milo. Milo was still getting dressed in Don's room, and Don was hogging the bathroom. Milo came down first, his suave dress shirt tucked into a pair of fitted black jeans. His dress shoes looked expensive but they were still great for dancing. His hair was sideswiped a bit, highlighting the angles in his face. Don was the last one down, almost falling down the stairs as he looked at Kait. She looked perfect to him.
But at the same time, it almost crushed his heart that she was going dancing with Milo, not him. Don took a deep breath and walked to them quickly, motioning to the door. "Let's get going. I want to be on the street as little as possible."
They timed their arrival to just before the club opened, giving Kait and Milo the chance to talk to some old friends, convincing them that Don was a bodyguard because of a recent stalker, that he was to be left completely alone in a darkened staff only tunnel, and that no one was to know he was there.
So Don, in Raph's trench and hat, stood in the shadows as he watched Kait and Milo eat at the bar before the dance scene picked up. Kait looked so happy, laughing and talking with Milo, helping him fix his hair and shirt as he messed it up again and again.
He had to give credit to the two: Milo never touched Kait, which Don assumed was an understood male jealousy issue, and Kait constantly glanced over at him, reminding him that she wasn't forgetting about him.
But the credit disappeared once the dancing started. The floor wasn't packed, but it was busy and there was a lot of energy. Kait started dancing near Milo, using him simply as a prop to her dancing. He had underestimated her skill greatly when he saw her moving and swaying and bending. His blood started pumping as he watched her. At first it was out of arousal, but then it was jealousy. The DJ caught sight of her and played a song he had heard on the radio, a song about a dancer with a pink thong that sucks on her thumb while she dances. Kait, caught up in the moment, played along, ramping up the steam to her dance moves. The men around her loved it, the women around her hated it, and Don began to doubt himself.
Once the song was over, though, the doubt disappeared. Out of breath and a little red, she sashayed over to him, gently pushing him deeper into the shadows.
"What about Milo?" Don asked quietly.
She smiled a little, looking back into the crowd. "He found a hot guy and he's grinding on him. I decided I wanted to dance with you for a little." She gently nudged him against the wall, looking to see she hadn't been followed into the hallway.
"You know I don't know how to dance, Kait." He murmured, looking down at her suspiciously.
She flashed a smile that made Don's blood boil as she stood the step to close the distance between them, pressing her chest against his plastron. "All you have to do is hold on." She whispered, guiding his hands to her lower hips.
Don was shocked as the DJ played a fast song and Kait moved with it, moving against him, but it was the movement that drove him over the edge. After only a minute of the song, he pushed Kait across the hallways, his hands against the wall, his arms caging her in.
"I don't know about you," Don growled into her ear, his shyness blown away by his desire. "But I've dipped my feet into the water long enough. I think the water is just fine and I wanna dive in already."
Kait looked up at him, helpless. Her fears and doubts pounded against her heart, but its fluttering drove them all away to sulk in the corners of her extremities. "Dive in." she whispered.
She only had a moment to breathe before Don's lips crashed into hers.
AN: I know it took me a little longer than usual, but I think the length should make up for that (this is 12 pages on my computer).
And to my readers that have been impatiently waiting for these two to wake up, I hope this satisfies.
But trust me, this will be far from smooth sailing. She isn't getting by any easier than Emily did, believe me.
As always, questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome.
Sincerely,
C M