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The first thing Kate saw when she opened her eyes was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. It took a moment but it all came rushing back, the bullet wounds, getting arrested, prison, the prison break, and the entirety of last night when Seth had introduced her to the realm of pleasure that she had always denied herself. Reaching up, Kate gently ran her finger over his brow and down the slope of his nose stopping when she felt the luscious softness of his lips. There wasn’t a spot on her body that those lips hadn’t touched. It made her jump when those lips fastened themselves around her finger, sucking on the tip. Laughing, Kate pulled it back and his eyes opened. “Morning.” He groaned, bring his arms up to stretch the kinks out of his back. Last night his body had seen more sexual activity than it had in years and he was feeling it.
“Good morning.” Kate leaned over him, pressing her lips to his.
He used his arms to cushion his head and looked up at her as she stayed leaning over him. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. A little gross, but good. I’ll feel better after a shower.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” He winked, fully intending on following her when she went.
Instead of moving off of him, Kate shifted so her entire body was on top of his, her head only coming to his sternum. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” She giggled biting into the skin right over his heart making him hiss.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” Finally giving into the urge, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him only breaking away when she needed air. His hands came up to hold her waist, running up and down the bare skin. Suddenly her stomach growled making both Seth and Kate stop and look at it before breaking out into side splitting laughter. “I’d probably better take that shower so I can get some food.”
“Get going.” He slapped her butt and pushed her so she could slide off the bed and head into the bathroom.
To her surprise, Kate didn’t feel at all shy or embarrassed when she got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, completely naked. Seth watched the sway of her hips, admiring the way her barely there muscles moved as she walked. How did he get so lucky? He wondered. “Are you coming?” Kate called over her shoulder, knowing that he would be joining her soon.
“Not yet.” He remarked getting up and following her into the bathroom and under the hot spray of the shower.
By the time they finally got around to actually washing themselves, the water had cooled to luke warm and was slowly on the way to being frigid cold.
Normally, when Seth would get out of the shower, he would put on one of his many suits. However, since there was nowhere to go or no place to be, he settled for donning a pair of sweat pants and skipping the shirt entirely. From the way Kate licked her lips when she looked at him, it was worth it.
Her clothes were still at the apartment, and try as she might, Kate couldn’t bring herself to put on the blood-stained clothes from the day before. From Seth’s closet she grabbed a plain black t-shirt and a loose pair of boxers, rolling the waistband a few times so they would stay up around her slim waist. Again, he was hit with the urge to pull her into his arms, toss her onto the bed, and ravage her until she couldn’t remember her own name. He was fully intent on doing just that when her stomach let out another loud rumble.
“Come on, princess. Let’s get some food in you.” He slung his arm over her shoulder and led her out the door, pressing a kiss to her hair as they went.
In the kitchen, Richie was standing at the stove shirtless with Kisa sitting on a stool in only an oversized t-shirt. As Kate examined the scene, she realized that this felt like home. This was what she had been missing over the past few years, a family. Somehow, these three had become her family. No one else in her life had ever or would ever be willing to commit a crime and break her out of prison, but they did.
“You look like you had a good night.” Kisa smiled, noticing the way Kate was walking. It was clear what she and Seth had been up to all night.
A deep blush blossomed on Kate’s cheeks but she refused to be embarrassed. If this was what families did, how they talked to each other, then she wasn’t going to put a stop to it. “Yes we did. It sounded like you had a good night as well.” Kate casually threw back, remembering how at one point in the night she and Seth had heard Richie and Kisa from all the way in their room. At least she hoped they had been in their room, Kate eyed the kitchen counter suspiciously.
At Kate’s comment, Kisa’s cheeks flushed. “Pregnancy makes her a screamer.” Richie looked over his shoulder, smiling at his girlfriend.
“Shut up, Richard.” Seth and Kisa said in unison. For two people who had previously hated each other, Kate could see an alarming amount of similarities between them. And apparently, the realization was dawning on them too because their expressions were slowly changing from disgust to amusement and back again. The hatchet may have been buried, but it was clear that the two had a long way to go before the fence was fully mended.
“Fuck, my stomach.” Richie bent over, clutching his stomach.
“What did you do?”
“The bacon grease popped and got me.” He cringed, looking between his fingers at the red dots where the grease had landed.
Kisa walked over to him, looking at the small burns. “Are you alright?” Pushing his lips into a pout, Richie nodded. He looked like a big puppy who had been kicked. Even Kate and Seth were feeling sympathy for him. Kisa made a show of examining the wounds, going so far as to kiss them better. Unexpectedly she smacked the back of his head, “I told you to wear an apron.”
Richie grabbed his head where she had smacked him and backed away back to the bacon. “I’m not wearing the damn apron.”
“Fine, be a stubborn ass and get third degree burns.” Seth laughed, finding the situation hilarious.
“Why won’t he wear the apron?” Kate whispered, missing out on what was clearly an inside joke.
“Show her, Seth. Show her the goddamn thing.” He stood over a foot from the stove using a fork to flip the bacon, wincing when ever he would get popped by the grease.
Seth untangled himself from Kate and pulled a frilly pink apron from one of the kitchen drawers. “That’s not even the best part.” He turned the apron so she could read the front.
“Queen of the Kitchen.” Unable to stop herself, Kate burst out laughing completely able to picture Richie in it.
“Unbelievable, I thought you’d be on my side.” He shut off the stove and scooped all the bacon onto a plate, setting it in the middle of the kitchen table. The four sat down, everyone taking a few pieces.
“So, what are we going to do now?” Kate asked between bites.
“Well, you can’t stay here. Eventually, once the heat dies down, we’ll either have to move cities or leave the country.” Seth explained, having thought this through a few times.
“Oh.” She bowed her head to look at her hands, fidgeting nervously. Once more she was reminded of the cost of the prison break. Because of her, their lives were in upheaval.
Before she could apologize, Seth took her hand and began to play with her fingers, distracting her from the depressing thoughts that were running rampant in her mind. “I was thinking we could take a long vacation in Mexico. Maybe hit the beach, do a little sight seeing. If we get bored we could pull a few jobs. What do ya say, princess?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t have to feel obligated to go with me.”
“I don’t feel obligated. I want to go with you. The sand, the sun, you in a tiny bikini all wet at the ocean. Sounds like El Rey to me.”
“El Rey?”
“Paradise.”
Blushing, Kate nodded. “That does sound nice. Are you sure?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been in my entire life. You’re what I want. As long as I have you, I’m happy.”
“Ok. Let’s do it, let’s go to Mexico.”
He leaned forward and kissed her, finding it easy to get lost.
“Ahem.” They broke apart when Richie cleared his throat. “Plus, if you ever get bored of your Mexican honeymoon, I can fake your deaths, arrange for some new passports, and you can come back. We just have to wait a while before we take that plan of action.”
“Yes. It wouldn’t do for the godparents of BG to be stuck in Mexico, unable to cross the border to see her.” Kisa chimed in.
“Alright.” Kate looked around at them, her eyes starting to tear up. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve having you all in my life, but I’m glad that you are.”
Kisa leaned across the table and pulled the younger girl into a tight hug.
“Man, I’m going to miss this.” Richie smiled, admiring the way Kate and Kisa’s bodies were pressed together.
“Shut up, Richard!” Seth, Kate, and Kisa chorused, all of them bursting in to laughter.
By a week later the arrangements had been made and the heat had died down enough that Seth and Kate could make it to the border with only a small chance of getting caught. They tossed the last of their bags into the trunk of a plain white car.
Richie and Kisa had already said their goodbyes, promising to stay in touch via the burner phones that all four of them now carried. The plan was to stay in Mexico until it was time for BG’s baptism. In a little over a month, Richie would fake their deaths and by the time the baptism rolled around, Kate and Seth would have new papers to come back into the States.
“You ready to roll, princess?” Seth revved the engine to life and looked over at his newest partner in crime.
“Let’s go puddin.” Seth pulled a face at the nickname, not liking it at all.
“No? Baby cakes?” He shook his head.
“Darling?” No, that wouldn’t work. Unable to think of anything else, Kate kissed him then shoved his shoulder so he would start driving. “Let’s roll, handsome.”
“Now that I could live with.” He smirked and pulled out of the garage, pointing the car south and heading down the road toward the sunset.
Their lives may not be a white picket fence, minivan, 2.5 kids, and a dog but it was exciting and they looked forward to embarking on this adventure together.