Prompt: 31- Passion
Character/Pairing: Kat as Kay/Ginny Weasley
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Technically, femmeslash. With a transgender sort of thing.
Word count: 675
Summary: Kay finds a woman to bed for the night.
A/N: Written for eclecticnpink on IJ. If you want to make a request, please go HERE. For those that haven't met her, Kat suffers from multiple personalities due to abuse as a child -- Kay is a male personality, and Kit is a female personality. Both are Kat's protectors in different ways.
He watched her from the bar while he sipped whiskey. She was tipsy, her pale skin flushed slightly from alcohol and laughter, her freckles enticing on her bare shoulders. Kay shuddered faintly, feeling a jolt of arousal as the redhead threw her head back and laughed, baring her creamy throat to the world.
“Another drink, miss?” the bartender asked. Kay nodded, short hair brushing the smooth forehead and cheekbones that framed a woman’s pouting lips and deep eyes.
Kay was, genetically female. He was just one personality that resided within Katherine’s body, but inside he was all male, with the tastes and lusts thereof.
His eyes followed her when she went off to the loo, miraculously alone. He could follow, he thought, but no. Not yet. Lips curved in satisfaction as her two friends were asked to dance. When Ginny came back out, it was to an empty table.
Kay downed the rest of his drink in one go, earning an admiring glance from the bartender. Most women didn’t handle hard liquor like this one did.
He strode across the room, hips swaying slightly but not with the extra kick many women put on. “Been abandoned?” he said, trailing a hand on the back of her chair, barely touching the smooth expanse of revealed skin, and circled around to be on her other side. He didn’t fail to note that Ginny’s skin broke out in gooseflesh.
Ginny looked up at him, surprise evident in her eyes when it turned out to be a woman whose low alto purred at her. “Um, yes, I suppose so,” she agreed after a moment.
“Want some company?” Kay asked, dark rimmed eyes intense as he looked at her uncertain ones. “Or would you rather dance with me?” He held out a smooth, professionally manicured hand. The nails were practically short but shaped and painted a delicate shade of pink.
“Erm. I’m not the kind of girl who, uh …”
He smiled, a gentle curse of lips that was reassuring. “That’s okay. One dance won’t hurt, I promise. Just one.”
He saw her uncertainty solidify into a brave determination and … curiosity? Wonderful.
He got her out onto the dance floor, keeping to the shadowed edges so she wouldn’t freak out on him. He knew her name – who didn’t? – but he asked anyway. “What’s your name?”
“Ginny. You?” she asked in reply, leaning in close so she wouldn’t have to shout.
“I’m Kay. It’s a pleasure, Ginny.” His voice caressed her name even as he reached out to hook two fingers through the loops of the Muggle jeans she wore, shifting her a little closer. Ginny flushed but didn’t pull back.
They danced, and it created heat between them, heat he doubted even she would deny. With subtlety that Kat would never possess, he directed her back into a shadowed alcove, backing her against a wall and slipping her leg between Ginny’s.
Soft lips hovered over soft lips for along moment before crashing into each other in a hot, hungry, passionate kiss, all tongues and teeth and fuck, tongues and teeth. He groaned, hands traveling up and down her sides, barely hesitating before reaching up for her firm breasts and squeezing. She made a sound of surprised want, then frustration as she tried to grind against his leg but was prevented by her skirt. She grabbed his arse instead, and Kay ground quite satisfactorily against her leg.
Kay scattered hot kisses up her jaw and nipped her ear. “Come to bed with me,” he said. “I promise I’ll make it great.” She hesitated briefly. “I won’t tell anyone.” He squeezed her breasts again, rubbing against her suggestively.
He took the small, pale hands squeezing his breasts as a yes. He Apparated them both to a small hotel room he’d rented earlier. Kit would kill him (if she could) and Kat would be mortified if she ever found out (which wasn’t going to happen, he and Kit had long ago agreed), but like hell he wasn’t going to enjoy himself tonight.