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Now that he was asking, outright, she knew that she had to answer him. But giving him the answer that he wanted would probably make Kitty even more upset, regardless of if she was mad about Silas or just mad at Miriam for her behavior in general. Miriam silently reminded herself to stop giving her sorority sister so much free real estate inside of her head. “I… Kitty’s mad at me, I guess. She said I’m giving our sisterhood a bad look. So… I guess her, for one. But there’s probably others, too.”

silas just barely managed to not do a spit take at the name miriam gave him, though he did break out into a minor coughing fit. “kitty? she’s... right.” he set his water bottle back down on the table, trying his damn hardest to not feel the tiniest bit happy that kitty seemed to be pissed at the possibility of him hooking up with other people. “you know she’s totally hypocritical to be mad at you for supposedly getting it on with me, right? i’ve smashed over half the girls in sigma. you’ll have to get rid of the whole damn sorority at this point.” there was more hypocrisy to kitty’s annoyance than that, but silas wasn’t about to dish the details of what had gone down during the party. even if it was, at least in his opinion, a pretty juicy story. 

silas pulled away, but kitty wasn’t letting him get away that easily. she leaned even further into him, ducking her head to press a line of kisses down the arch of his neck. her nose dragged along his shoulder, and for the first time, kitty wondered about the dark makeup she was wearing and its ability to transfer onto other materials. but then silas was talking again, and any thoughts that didn’t directly pertain to the visual of his head between her legs was swiftly abandoned. “yeah,” kitty panted, nodding vigorously as she reached up to smooth back the dampening curls on silas’ forehead. panting, and they’d hardly even done anything but eat chinese food and kiss. who even was she? “yeah, we can do that.”

kitty opened her mouth to respond, but her mind was suddenly blank. and maybe that was better. maybe they shouldn’t talk, since it seemed that when kitty spoke, she put her foot in her mouth and when silas did, she couldn’t think of anything to say. increasingly tonight, it was as though silas would say something, and his eyes would be speaking a foreign language. kitty couldn’t decipher it, or she was terrified of what might happen if she tried. so she kissed him instead, just a light press of lips, hoping against hope that that could be enough. “i mean… i didn’t mean…” but kitty gave up, cupping her hands around silas’ jaw as she leaned in to kiss him again, firmer this time, sitting up in the bed to get a better grip.

silas was a little disappointed when kitty didn’t seem to know the answer to the space sex thing, but he made a mental note to google that shit later, and instead focused on kissing her back. he was slightly concerned that maybe kitty knew something he didn’t, and she was trying to shut him up, but if that was the case... he didn’t exactly mind being shut up in this way. besides, based on his history in the bedroom, he could totally handle being probed, if it came down to kitty handing him over to the aliens. “you smell good.” the words he murmured when he pulled back for air gave him slight deja vu, but he couldn’t quite place them. “are you cool with me going down on you? i promise not to be a little bitch and chicken out this time.” 

kitty knew better than to try and open up that mini-fridge again; she had no intentions of cleaning up whatever would come tumbling out, so she left the remains of her plate on silas’ desk. “you know,” she told him, tucking her ringlets back behind her ear as she gave silas an appraising gaze. “one day, you’re gonna call me that, and somebody’s gonna think you’re being serious.” she crossed to the bed, taking a small quiet breath to steady herself before pulling back the covers. this was the final frontier with silas, and she wasn’t so much nervous as she was… confused about not being nervous. this should feel weird, or abnormal, or like a dream she was going to wake up from any moment. kitty sat on the bed and dropped the covers, her bare leg bumping up against the soft fleece of silas’ sweatpants on the dorm mattress. “is this how you usually do this?” kitty leaned over to brace a palm against silas’ chest, so close their noses brushed. it was like she couldn’t stop bringing up his past conquests, and for the life of her, she had no idea why.

silas pulled kitty in close as she slid into bed with him, a small smile coming to his lips as he whispered against hers. “and if i’m lucky, they’ll be right.” he tried to say it like a joke, but it came out much softer and more serious than he’d intended. his heart was pounding in his chest, suddenly nervous in a way he wasn’t used to, but this was kitty, and this was a very, very long awaited moment. at least for him, anyway. “you mean in my dreams? mm... it varies. usually it’s more straight to the action. but i guess that’s pretty unrealistic, considering how long it’s taken us to get to this point, you know? plus, sometimes we can like, fly, or we’re in space, but i’m not even sure that’d actually work out, since we’d be floating, you know? like... is that possible? space sex, do you think?” 

“sounds like i’m about to discover you have a bunch of weird, made-up kinks, kingston,” kitty snorted, but she did sit up a little straighter at the marriage material comment. popping a forkful of shrimp fried rice into her mouth, kitty chewed slowly, rocking back and forth happily on her hip bones. “if that’s how you react to me talking about it, i really have some concerns about your ability to handle the reality of me. like, in practice.” she reached out to tap the tip of silas’ nose, though she got a little distracted on the way back and stroked her fingers over his cheekbone. “but i guess there’s only one way to find out.” kitty leaned to steal a quick kiss before turning back to her plate, already focused on mowing down another pork bun.

silas simply shrugged, stuffing his face in an attempt to get the dinner part out of the way, and move on to the smooching kitty part. they ate in comfortable silence for awhile before the amount of cake he’d ingested earlier finally caught up with him, and he knew he had to stop, if he didn’t want to get a stomachache and be unable to perform. “i’m stuffed.” he stood, packing up his leftovers and stuffing them into the mini-fridge, before moving over to the bed and settling in under the covers, waiting for kitty. “you wanna come find out all my weird, made-up kinks, or what, wifey?” 

kitty blinked as the lights dimmed, looking around as if some culprit other than silas would appear, but it was the marvin gaye song that sent her into giggles. “you cannot be serious right now,” she laughed, pushing silas away by the shoulder. “does that actually work for you?” her smile was genuine, though, as she scooted back over into silas’ orbit and pinched his cheek lightly. “i know we said we wouldn’t talk about… this. or whatever it is we’re doing,” she began, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. “but i have to say that my only rule is…” her smile widened into a full-fledged grin. “i absolutely refuse to fuck you with that playing.”

“i mean, i think it’s less so the song, and more so my intense sexual prowess, but...” silas winked, changing the music over to a playlist that still fit the mood, but was less ridiculous. “your only rule, huh? so... everything else is fair game? sounds like you and i are gonna have a lot of fun, wifey. knew you were marriage material.” he opened one of the takeout boxes and retrieved an egg roll, watching kitty as he bit into it, and swallowed before speaking again. “i have to say, though i’ve thoroughly enjoyed your friendship over the years, this whole thing of you talking about fucking me adds a little extra something special, and i think i’m really going to like this chapter in our journey.” 

“you and the seafood, i swear,” kitty replied immediately, her tone teasing because that seemed like the safest territory at the moment. she’d felt a lot more confident in nothing by silas’ t-shirt and her underwear and her bare feet before he’d stepped back into the room, but there was no backing out now. kitty went for the bag, unpacking food containers and plastic cutlery on silas’ desk. she shifted packages around, arranging everything so the larger containers were at the back, with smaller sauces interspersed in between. satisfied, she turned to the mini-fridge, a pork bun hanging half out of her mouth where her teeth held it fast as she rummaged for a can of coke. “this was a really good idea,” kitty admitted, once she’d planted herself on the ground at the foot of the bed, plate of food balanced precariously on her crossed legs. “but if you tell anyone i said that, i’ll deny it, obviously.” 

kitty sipped delicately at her soda, her eyes tracing the outline of silas’ ass over the can. probably a bad idea, all told, but if he was going to open admire her body every chance she got, she was entitled to do the same. “those sweats are…” her sentence trailed off as kitty searched for the right word. “they’re nice. i should get a pair.” coward. fingers flexing on her fork, kitty patted the ground beside her with her free hand. “what are we watching, huh? no little sisters around to hog the remote.”

silas seated himself beside kitty on the floor, shrugging as he took the soda from her hand to give himself a sip, before handing it back over to her. “i know what i want to watch, but i think it’ll have to wait until after dinner.” instead, he picked up his phone from the end of the bed, tapped on the screen a few times, and smirked widely as the lights dimmed and mood music - specifically marvin gaye’s ‘let’s get it on’ - began playing from the speaker on his nightstand. “eat up, baby, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.” 

kitty rolled her eyes as silas went out the door, turning to look around the room with an appraising eye. she didn’t think she’d ever been alone in silas’ room at beaumont, but as much as she longed to indulge in some snooping, she wasn’t sure what to expect if she was caught. it could even spoil the evening, and kitty found herself unwilling to risk it. instead, she walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer silas had indicated. sifting through the t-shirts, though, nothing really caught her eye. standard-issue men’s t-shirts, of the best quality, of course, but nothing all that special, until she unearthed a gray t-shirt she actually recognized. kitty smoothed her hands over the fabric, immediately recalling the silas of freshman year, a rapier balanced so casually in his hand as to almost be called lazy, but nothing lazy in the muscles shifting in his back underneath this very fabric…

kitty pulled the t-shirt out, making quick work of her dress and tossing the shirt on instead. it wasn’t like it had his name on it or anything. as far as she knew, silas hadn’t even seen her that day in the gym, so putting this specific shirt on… it didn’t have to mean anything, she told herself, tossing her dress onto silas’ desk and forcing herself to only take deep inhales of the shirt’s scent on every other breath. it wasn’t a big deal, just a small thing that made her feel more at home because of course it did, silas had been around for years. kitty shook out her curls, watching silas’ bed out of the corner of her eye like it was a monster that might rise up and eat her if she didn’t keep it firmly in her sights. this didn’t have to be a thing so long as she didn’t make it into one.

the sight of kitty in his shirt was something that, realistically, shouldn’t be all that strange, but it definitely threw silas off a little when he stepped back into the room. it was hot. that was the only way he could put it. which, yeah, okay, maybe his vocabulary wasn’t the biggest, but... still. and it wasn’t just because of how nice her legs looked, either. he’d seen her in less clothing than this many times, at the beach or by the pool, but this felt... different. it was his shirt. it was domestic, and it was hot, and he knew he was just... absolutely fucked. “dinner’s here.” he held up the takeout bag, forcing himself to look back up from kitty’s legs to her face. “there’s some paper plates and utensils in the bag, take whatever you want, but leave me some crab rangoon, will ya?” 

after setting the bag on top of his desk, silas crossed the room, pulling out a pair of sweatpants from his dresser and laying them over the bed. he took his time in undressing out of his suit, dropping the clothing into his nearly overflowing hamper, before tugging on the sweatpants - pointedly not putting on a shirt. "if you’re thirsty, there’s some drinks in the mini-fridge. help yourself.” 

“wait, how often do you check on that?” kitty joked, but her snickers were quite literally cut short by silas’ lips, by the pressure of his chest pushing her back against the door. her eyes fluttered shut, letting out a heavy slow breath through her nose. it was still surprising to kitty how easy it was, how natural, to fall into this relatively new facet of their relationship. she pulled away slightly, running her nose along the sharp slant of silas’ cheekbone. in this position, it was easier for her to reach his waist than his lapels, and kitty took advantage of it, circling her arms just above his belt. “this is nice,” she told him, and meant it. not many of her hookups had involved hugging, but she supposed she shouldn’t have expected anything involving silas to go according to plan at this point. she was rocking back up on her toes for another kiss when a brassy bell rang out through the house. kitty sat back on her heels, eyes bright. “oooh, is that the food?”

silas blinked when kitty stepped back, the dizzy haze in his mind that was everything kitty taking even longer than usual to disappear so he could think properly. ...or at least properly for him. “hmm? oh. yeah, probably.” he stepped back from her, but not before sneaking one more quick kiss. “feel free to change while i’m gone, t-shirts are in the second drawer on the left.” he pointed to the drawer with his thumb, checking her out and smirking as he opened the door once again. “unless you want to be naked when i get back, but you should know that the food will definitely end up getting cold, if that’s the case.” with a wink, a click of his tongue, and a set of finger guns he slipped out of the room, whistling softly as he headed back down the stairs to grab their food. 

kitty’s interlocking her fingers with silas’ when he grabbed for her hand was pure instinct. that was her story, if anyone asked, and she intended to stick to it. “oh, no. what have you been telling the other guys about me?” kitty asked on a dramatic sigh, following silas up the stairs to the second floor, her eyes on her shoes dangling from his other hand. “oh, and. uh. do you still have that, um…” she bit her lip as they reached the doorway of the bedroom silas shared, humming lightly under her breath instead of completing her sentence. “where’d your roomie get to, anyway?”

“nothing. they only care about who i’ve fucked, and last time i checked, we’ve never done that.” silas gave her hand a squeeze, before dropping it to unlock his bedroom door and guide kitty inside. “who gives a shit?” he murmured, pushing the door shut, and pressing kitty up against it as he moved in, not letting another second go by without kissing her now that they had some privacy. her shoes fell out of his hand and to the floor in a soft clatter as he pulled her in against him, kissing her in a way that he knew he shouldn’t, because he was getting way too worked up for a guy that was going to have to head downstairs any minute to go grab their food. still, just because he knew something was a bad idea, didn’t mean he was going to stop. in fact, that pretty much always only tended to encourage him further.