A situationship. Yeah, thats what you would call you n' cate at the moment really. She was fucking with Golden Boy, Along with Andre, and then..you. Oh very special you. You were more of a secret than her affair with Andre, and DEFINITELLY more of a secret than her n' Golden boy Luke. Y'know, Godlikin's power couple or something.

In public, she would deny it. No you two weren't a thing was someone just talking crazy? obviously you werent. she was fucking golden boy not you. But in private was a whole different cate Dunlap. Her breathy sounds, her stupid smirk you adored, her soft pouty lips, it all. She'd craved you then, her denial being shoved off and forgotten once the sky left the blanket of darkness to your side of the world.

Now was...no different.

"oh fuck" breathed out cate, her back against the plush surface of the matress, head laid on a pillow. A soft ease of tension leaving as she embraced the aftermath. You had been going wild on her, not that she minded. Just, gosh she doesn't remember the last time you did this so fucking well. Her hair laid messily on the soft pillow, eyes fluttered shut intaking the wave of pleasure and calmness.

She reached down, hand grasping your chin, now messy due to her eagerness. She wiped her thumb across it all, smeering it gone from view before her finger let you clean yourself off from her thumb. "good...so good," she spoke tired, pulling you closer. Her soft plump lips left some eager kisses against your skin and your lips. Before she had laid her head on your chest. Your soft cushioned chest that she loved. Sometimes so good..she wished you were her's in public, not golden boy.