Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

I'll kill you if you don't come back to me, Part 3

If you knew one thing it was that Kayce Dutton was a secret sucker for Italian food. Maybe it was growing up only eating steaks and potatoes, but ever since you two started dating he realized where his food-heart truly was. So, you told Gator that you'd be fixing something for just you and Kayce tonight and made simple spaghetti with meatballs, a large green salad and grabbed a bottle of John's good red cabernet.

Luck was in your favor because John would be out for the evening, meaning the dining room table was open. While it was larger than what two people needed, you set up space at the far corner, lighting a candle when you heard footsteps approaching. Everything was placed and you started to pour the wine when Kayce walked into the room.

"You tryin' to get me drunk?" He asked walking straight to you, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you close.

His mood seemed to be better than when you saw him that morning in the kitchen. The day had then transpired into a busy one for you. A paper was due for one of your classes, along with a research project you're leading. Before you knew it, it was time to start dinner and you hadn't seen Kayce since.

"Depends," You smiled up at him. "Are you gonna talk tonight?"

You took note of his smile not dimming with your question. His eyes were brighter as he squeezed your sides playfully. He took the wine bottle from you and placed it on the table before kissing you.

It was one of his kisses that left you breathless. His lips were warm against yours, pressing into your frame where all you could do was hold on to whatever part of him your fingers could find. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing your bodies together as the other hand held on to the back of your head. Before you knew it his tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to gasp which meant he had better access. Your hand reached up and removed his hat, your hips pressing into his. Kayce took a step back and when he felt the large chair he sat down, taking you with him and not breaking the heated kiss once.

Your legs straddled one of his as his hand on your waist moved to where his fingers dipped into the pocket on the back of your jeans. You drunk him in though with your lips, needing more of him. Your fingers gripped his button down, pulling him closer to you if that was even possible. Kayce's lips moved to your jaw, as he slowly placed lazy kisses against your skin causing your mind to become hazier. You almost rolled your hips into his because you remembered the food in front of you. Uncurling your fingers, you pressed against his chest and leaned your top half back away from his mouth.

Kayce had a lazy smile on his face now, he knew exactly what he was doing, and you couldn't believe you almost fell for it. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head and willing your senses to come back to you slowly.

"Kayce," You shook your head giggling. "You don't get that until we talk."

"Why talk when we can do that?" He shrugged, still smiling up at you.

"Tell you what cowboy," You leaned up off him and maneuvered yourself into your chair. "You answer some questions of mine and there can be more of that later."

"More of what?" Kayce asked, his eyes moving all over your body as you adjusted in your seat.

You laughed, reaching for your wine as you thought of what you could say to gain the upper hand here.

"Tell me about last night," You said taking a sip. "And I'll fuck you outside under the stars."

You enjoyed the shocked expression that danced across Kayce's face. Had he been drinking he surely would have spit out whatever had been in his mouth. You weren't typically so blunt; you usually were a bit quieter when it came to anything remotely related to the intimate part of your relationship with Kayce. Mostly because he took charge of things and you loved it. Kayce knew what he wanted, he knew how to make every movement feel like a firework between you both and he knew exactly had to make you feel good depending on the mood. It was very rare that you would turn the tables, but tonight seemed like the only way you stood a chance having the upper hand.