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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      From_Dusk_Till_Dawn_(1996), From_Dusk_Till_Dawn:_The_Series
  Relationship:
      Kate_Fuller/Seth_Gecko
  Character:
      Kate_Fuller, Seth_Gecko
  Additional Tags:
      Implied/Referenced_Underage_Relationship(s), Implied/Referenced_Character
      Death, Birthday_Sex, On_the_Run, Underage_Sex, Cunnilingus, Woman_on_Top,
      Older_Man/Younger_Woman
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-30 Words: 996
****** some say love is a burning thing ******
by weatheredlaw
Summary
     I have ruined you, I have ruined you, I have broken, destroyed, and
     maimed whatever girl you used to be.
Notes
     don't stop me now i'm havin such a good time i'm havin a ball
You're not a bad man.
No, I am. You're just a kid.
Not really.
Yes, really.
No. I'm not.
 
 
 
"Your mom must have been the crafty one then, huh? That where you get this
from?" She has her hands on the cut over his brow, rubbing alcohol sliding down
the curve of her wrist and dripping onto her jeans.
"Does it hurt?"
"I've had worse."
"That's not what I asked."
Seth tilts his head up to look at her and smiles. "Yeah, princess. It hurts."
 
 
 
It's just you and me now, then.
We can go anywhere.
We can try.
Gecko's don't try.
I'm not a Gecko.
No, you sure as hell aren't.
 
 
 
It isn't the back of a church, that's for damn sure. Kate slides her tongue
into his mouth and Seth is grateful that this is it, this is the last place on
Earth he could ever be found, so this? This isn't so bad. The very last man
left standing with a heartbroken girl seated at the right hand of whatever
prophet he turned out to be.
False prophet. Isn't that in the bible? A false prophet would come to tell of
the return of the Lord? And those who followed him would rot in Hell?
Richie knew the Bible better. Richie knew everything better.
Sometimes he wakes up and there isn't any way to get out of the rat maze he's
laid for himself in his head. He wakes up and Kate is still sleeping and maybe
he should feel guilty for all the things he's done to her, but he can't.
And maybe that's what makes him a terrible person, but honestly, he knows
better. He knows the only regrets he ever had were for Richie. For what he
could have done better. He could have done so much better, he thinks. He puts
it down on paper, letters to his brother that won't get to him, that won't make
it past the ink smudges on his fingertips.
Does he cry? Maybe. If Kate knows she doesn't say anything. If she knows about
the letters she won't say anything either. Frankly Kate won't even mention
Richie's name unless Seth does it first.
Does he love her for that?
Maybe.
 
 
 
I have ruined you, I have ruined you, I have broken, destroyed, and maimed
whatever girl you used to be.
I am death, destroyer of worlds.
I am time, destroyer of all things.
 
 
 
Preacher's daughter.
There's a song about this, somewhere, but it sure as hell isn't about her
swinging her leg over Seth's hips, wrapping her hand around his cock and
guiding him inside her, slow and steady with this rotten look on her face,
mouth open as a desperate, laughing gasp is pushed into the air between them.
Fuck.
That song is about necking the preacher's girl in a peach tree or something,
isn't it? Isn't it? Fuck if Seth knows, fuck if he'll know anything after she's
done with him, her pace slow and brutal as he buries his face in her neck,
hands on the small of her back. She could do this for hours, but Seth is a
broken man with no will, not a single ounce of it to speak of, and he always
comes too fast, always feels guilty.
"Don't, it's alright. You're alright." She ties the condom off and tosses it
into the trash, pushing him down and kissing him before practically sitting on
his face. He moans into her, hands gripping her hips tight as she rides his
mouth.
I have ruined you, I have ruined you, I have ruined you.
 
 
 
Candles in a pan of cornbread. Seth's never really liked cake, but he likes
sweet things, and he likes Kate. She puts candles in a pan of cornbread and
croons happy birthday in his ear while she fucks him, the only light from his
burning excuse for a cake in their tiny apartment.
They are so alone in their old world, but not in this one. He rolls her over
and fucks her in earnest now, wrists trapped under his hands while she tosses
her hand back and screams for him, because she knows he likes it. It's a
bruising, terrible pace he sets, but she doesn't tell him to stop, won't ever
tell him to stop because Kate was always the girl for him, the only one with
the guts to takes what Seth can give, what Seth is.
When he comes, he pulls out, dropping his mouth down and eating her out
hungrily. He circles her clit with his thumb and feels her spasm around his
mouth, fingers pulling on his hair. He keeps going until she begs him to stop,
until she can't take anymore. He looks up at her, both of them a writhing,
heaving mess -- a perfect match to the mess of a life they've made for each
other.
"Happy birthday," she finally says, when he's laying next to her, head tucked
under her chin.
You have ruined me, you have ruined me, you have ruined me.
 
 
 
Two bullets that roll around in the glove compartment.
He could write their names on them, if he wanted to, but Kate thinks it's
morbid.
"I'm not interested in dying. Not without you," she says, mouth pressed against
his ear.
"Saving it for a special occasion?"
"Death is always a special occasion, Gecko." She puts her bare feet on the dash
and slides her sunglasses up her nose again, leaning back. "Where to next,
then?"
He shrugs, drumming on the steering wheel before looking at her. "You know how
much money we have?"
"A lot," she deadpans.
"Enough to get you and me to Europe."
"Europe--"
"France, Spain, hell we could go to Russia I bet it's not that bad."
Kate raises an eyebrow and grins, pointing out to the open road in front of
them. "Wherever you wanna go. Just get me the hell out of Mexico."
"Damn fuckin' straight."
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