Atie's Escape

Lucas stood in line, reading the coffee menu over and over again, yet somehow not comprehending any of it. The early morning buzz of people in the café seemed distant, the menu seemed foreign and the last night's memories invaded his mind.

The soft moans, the taste of her skin, how it felt to be inside her.

A loud ring and vibration from his pocket kicked him into the present.

A flash of disappointment came when he saw it was Jake, but he told himself it wasn't because he had secretly hoped it was Katie. Lucas swore under his breath when he realized he never even asked for her number.

Jake cut right to the chase. "Hey, can you grab some milk? Specifically, a carton that doesn't have lumps in it. Apparently, some people need these kind of instructions." Lucas heard Dean cursing in the background.

"Yea. Will do. See you later."

As Lucas shoved his phone back in his pocket, he felt a small piece of paper crumple. He hurriedly pulled it out and flattened it. It was a receipt, but not his. It was a receipt from the very café he was standing in . . .

*****

"That! Right there! Best coffee you will EVER have." Katie exclaimed "You will want to bathe in the foamy goodness of a salted caramel hot coca." The street lights lit up just then, putting a different mood to their excursion.

Lucas couldn't stop smiling at Katie as she enthusiastically described wine, talked about books and now the brilliance of coffee. He walked and watched her hand gestures and when she'd widen her eyes for emphasis.

"Wait, foam on hot coca?" Lucas stopped her. "Don't you mean whip cream? And, when are you bathing in this foam? Is it open to the public or is it invitation only?"

She giggled off the deep red of her cheeks "Oh, I love foam on my coffee, hot coca, green beans, mashed potatoes, tacos, hot dogs." She sighed "That cafe knows me and my extensive foam needs." Katie shook her head and kept walking on.

"I wasn't aware a person could have foam needs."

"That makes me sad for some reason." She paused "And my lips chapped. Hold on for a second" Katie went rifling through her purse, which seemed to be quite an adventure.

"Jesus, what all do you have in there?" He asked.

"Oh you know, the usual stuff. Wallet, chap-stick, band-aids, severed body parts of various mammals. Here, hold this" She dumped a fist full of receipts into his hand without even thinking about it and went back to digging in her purse. Lucas started to look through them. Almost every single one was from that café. And a few were from Third Place Books. No shock there, he thought.

"You get coffee for .89 cents? And...two cups of oatmeal all for $1.50? Is the café owned by Asians?"

"Oh. Yea. No. I flirt with Maz, who is white as they come. Anyway, he gives me an awesome discount. FOUND IT!" she yelled.

"What if he isn't working?" Lucas asked curiously.

Katie thought about it as she ran her lip balm over her lips. "Maz owns the place. He works there every day for 10 hours straight. By the way, Asians are more in the tea business than coffee" Lucas, for some reason, had to bite back just a pinch of jealously at the thought of Katie flirting with this "Maz." What kind of name was "Maz" anyway?

"I see, so you just bat your eye lashes at men, rip them off, have your way with them, and then leave? I'm just another notch on your bed post, a dime a dozen, is that it?" He joked, mimicking her hand gestures which she gave him a weary glance for.

Katie laughed and then her face went dead serious. "Yes." He had to take a moment to decide if she was serious or not. But, she cracked a smile and started walking again.

*****

"SAM! Order up! One tall dark cherry mocha with soy and one grande salted carmel hot coca with extra, extra foam" The Barista yelled as Lucas slammed his phone shut. In the flash of a second, his head popped up at the order sitting on the counter and the girl grabbing them.

Katie's voice sounded in his head . . . "Me and my two roommates, Sam and Maddy, walk there almost every day . . ."

"Where is Katie today?" the male barista asked the tall girl grabbing the jackets for the coffee.

"Um" She turned around and scanned the cafe "Just at home. You know, lazy" She shrugged.

"Tell her I said 'hi', will you?" The barista asked eagerly, smiling with a clear connotation to it.

"Sure" The girl walked off in a hurry, darting out of the door.

Lucas wasted no time in approaching her.

"Sam!" He yelled louder than he intended and startled the girl in her tracks. She looked annoyed and disturbed as her eyes shot straight to him.

"Ummm, uh. Do I -- um - who are you?" She asked, averting his gaze and slowly creeping away.

"I'm sorry." He said quickly, realizing how crazy he looked at the moment. "I'm Lucas, I know your roommate, Katie."

"Oh, um right, yeah, sure. Um, I will tell her you said hi too"

"Well, wait! I haven't seen her . . . lately. Did she happen to mention me?" Lucas tried hard not to sound eager and desperate. But, as Sam's face was both weirded out and shocked, he realized that both of those were true.

"She is fine. Good. Last I heard, still in one piece." Sam started to walk off, but Lucas stopped her again.

"Wait! Um, did she mention me at all? Say anything ...about last night?"

"Why would she?" Sam asked him. The question was like a slap across his face. Lucas didn't know what to say. Sam looked uncomfortable, almost as if she regretted saying that.

"Uhhh, ummm,"She sighed, rolled her eyes and released her shoulders all at once. "Well, you two had a 6 hour sex-fest, it tends to come up in conversation." She blurted out. "But, she knows it was a one night stand and she is fine with it. She just asks, well she didn't tell me to ask you but I am just saying, that you leave our coffee place to her. It's a historical site to us." She explained calmly, evaluating him silently.

Lucas looked shocked now "Whoa, wait. She thinks that was a one night stand? Where did she get that? I never said that."

"Well, what was she supposed to think? You aren't exactly a serial monogamer." Sam paused "I know that isn't a word and I don't know why I said it but it was the only way to conjugate that word to fit the sentence. And I don't really know you or your sexual statistics either but I am going off Katie's words."

Lucas took a moment to process what he was pretty sure was an insult.

"Listen, you have to tell her that it wasn't a one night stand. I mean, I didn't mean for us to sleep together, it just happened. I'm not complaining but she just left without saying anything. She didn't even give me a chance..."

"A chance for you to treat her like a used diaper when you woke up?" She interrupted "Katie doesn't do one night stands. I mean, she doesn't even so much as flirt with men, let alone sleep with one. Hell, the last time she got some was like 2..." Sam shut her mouth abruptly. "Anyway, what I am trying to say is that . . . um . . . these drinks are . . . getting cold?" She looked at the two cups in her hand in confusion but she was more confused about what she just said.

"Look, can you tell me how can I get a hold of her? I have to explain that it wasn't like that." Lucas was pleading. His eyes were wide, searching for Sam's better nature.

Sam thought for a minute. The drinks really were getting cold. "Well, you don't have a shot in hell of her talking to your first, that's for sure. " Sam paused "Fine! Okay, um. Stop by our apartment at like... 8 or something. I will work out the details later, but that is all I can think of at the moment. Katie is going to fucking kill me but I feel sorry for you. You're like a lost puppy, whimpering as you roam the streets. Just don't tell her about us arranging this"

Lucas didn't have time to think about what the lost puppy thing meant. "What's your address?" He asked while digging for his phone.

"Sure. It's not like that's weird or anything considering we just met and have no ties what so ever. I always give my number to guys stalking my roommates and act as an intermediary. What's next? A boombox, trench coat, and Peter Gabriel?"

"I'm suddenly realizing how accurately Katie described you."

"Naturally." Sam shrugged "Seriously though, you can't tell Katie. I don't want to wake up cuddling with a severed horse head while covered in blood. It'll ruin my morning and be the beginning of a very long day." Sam paused again, accusingly staring at Lucas "And if you hurt her, I will make sure you wake up next to a severed horse head." He gave Sam yet another odd look but, had to forget about the threat when Sam rattled out their address.

He couldn't believe Katie thought it was a one night stand but it did explain why she left. How the hell could she think that? Maybe that is all she wanted? Maybe she wasn't into him. Sam walked off before Lucas could think to ask.

He also wondered what number Sam was going to say when she mentioned Katie's dry spell. Hours? Days? Weeks?...Years? Katie seemed to know what she was doing and did it quite well to be out of practice for that long. Then he wondered about how many people she'd slept with. A small detail they somehow glossed over.

A knock on his bedroom door snapped him out of the memory.

"Yea?"

Jake opened the door. "I was half hoping you were naked. " He said in his usual dry sarcastic voice. He held a bowl of cereal in his hand and spoke with a mouth full of fruit loops.

"You know how jealous Dean gets when you flirt with me." Lucas snapped back.

"FUCK YOU!" Dean shouted from the living room.

"You know I only get more turned on when you talk dirty" Lucas shouted back

"Anyway" Jake interjected "We're heading out tonight, you coming?"

Lucas didn't know how to tell Jake that he was secretly pining over the librarian who he saw sporting the walk of shame this morning. Well, she wasn't really, but Lucas couldn't dump all over Jake's dreams.

He and Jake always checked out the library student staff. The problem was, they were impossible to flirt with. So matter of fact and intimidating with their vast knowledge and articulation. Jake and Lucas just didn't know how to counter it, but they still tried.

"Probably. What time?"

"I don't know. " He shrugged as he stuffed another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "Later?" Jake's dead pan sarcasm took awhile for some people to get used to. Luckily, Lucas understood it and Dean didn't care. It all worked somehow.

"I wonder what you would be like without sarcasm"

"What's sarcasm?" Jake added while stuffing another spoon full of cereal in his mouth. Lucas shook his head and laughed as Jake closed the door.

Without a second thought, Lucas was thrown back into last night...

****

His mouth was devouring her salty skin as her clever hands rinsed through his hair.

"How do you like to be fucked?" He whispered in her ear. Lucas could hear her swallow and almost feel her blush, but, her response took him to another level.

"I want to be on top" He froze, barely able to comprehend what she just said. Lucas realized then that things had to slow down because he was losing it before they even started.

He placed slow, open mouthed kisses on her neck and followed down. The moon wasn't enough to see her perfect breasts underneath his mouth, but the feel of her nipple sliding against his tongue made up for it. She let out a long moan.

Katie panted desperately as he kept on carefully teasing with his mouth by lingering over her breasts. Jesus. He just wanted to fuck her so hard until she screamed. The urge boiled inside him, consumed his every thought as his mouth traveled further and further down.

With every slow lick of his tongue over her slit, she raised her hips and fisted his sheets until they tore from the corners. They weren't even fucking yet and he was already a second away from losing it. Finally, his mouth invaded her. Katie fisted his hair and bucked her hips. He went wild.

Suddenly, she straddled him, her eyes had a dangerous look to them. "I need to feel you inside me" She said, each word lingering in his mind. Lucas swallowed. He was nearly shaking from anticipation to the point where he might even beg. Her breath on his ear, the feel of her skin and her mouth were consuming his control. He felt her position him so gently is was unbearable. A lifetime passed before he sunk inside her. He groaned, his nails tearing onto her.

Katie's entire body froze and he heard her suck in a breath and a small whimper not meant for him to hear. "What's wrong?" He asked in between shallow breaths. She smiled against his mouth, holding very still. "Nothing" She whispered as her heavy gaze watched her finger run over his bottom lip. "It's just been awhile" Katie devoured his mouth with an urgent, desperate kiss.

Carefully, her hips started to move with a slow rhythm. She moaned softly against his ear.

"Fuck you're tight" Was all He could manage against Katie's neck as her hips kept going faster and faster. He was trying not to lose it, but nothing seemed to be working. Katie ruthlessly rode him and he could do nothing but let her. His mind went blank, completely gone and engrossed in the heavy lust that dripped from the walls. Her moans were getting louder, her hips faster, her hands frantic, and helpless.

He felt every muscle in her clench, including around his cock. She didn't ease up and whispered something so wicked he lost it the control he'd been fighting since they were making out in the street. Lucas's eyes clamped shut, every muscle in his body shook, and his fingers rent into her back.

For a moment, they simply kept that position. Sweat soaked them both, Katie's hair clung to her neck and jaw. Lucas was so out of breath, he thought he might die. They fell backwards. Carefully, he slipped out of her and she rolled onto her back beside him. The air was heavy, humid with body heat.

Several moments passed in silence. They simply caught their breath and stare at the ceiling trying desperately to regain their sanity. Lucas didn't want to move, didn't want to even think. Then, out of nowhere and without warning, Katie started to laugh hysterically.

Laughter bubbled up inside Lucas. They both lay there, without even knowing why.

*****

Lucas now stood in front of Katie's door. It was precisely 8pm. He stared at the apartment number as if it would knock for him. He didn't want to move yet, but didn't want to do nothing.

Fuck it. He knocked on the door before he could talk himself out of it. Muffled shouting and loud footsteps all led up to the door being violently swung open with Katie standing behind it. She looked shocked, and confused but not disgusted. A sign of hope.

A smile swept his face, the kind that look stupid and goofy and happen when people don't realize it.

Then, she started talking, or rambling more like it. The smile wasn't that stupid kind anymore, it was the kind where he was trying not to crack up. Did she just say he was a delivery guy?

"Can we talk? Maybe grab some coffee or something?" He interrupted, knowing she would of kept going had he not. But, she was shocked again at the question. He'd never seen Katie like this. Last night, she was quick witted, and had a remark for everything. Now she was stuttering and confused.

Luckily, Sam came to the door.

After an odd encounter with Katie's drunken roommate and a curious statement, Lucas now stood in Katie's room. the walls were cluttered with pictures,so many it was hard to even concentrate on one. It wasn't the cleanest room, but it wasn't messy either. It was simply lived in. Although, her closet was bursting with more clothes than he could comprehend at the moment.

His focus went back to Katie, who stood in the middle of the room, looking around her room as well, trying to judge it objectively. She wore a black shirt that clung to her body so well it made him envy the shirt. He had to mentally force himself to stop checking her out. Katie didn't seem amused by his appraisal either.

She was no longer at a loss for words like she was at the door. In fact, she was now giving him the same look as the one at the bakery. Annoyed and unreadable.

". . . And how did you know where I live?"

Now, Lucas froze. Having to explain how he got here never actually crossed his mind. He was too busy day dreaming about sex and just seeing her again. And now that she was in front of him, all he could do was think about how to get her naked again.

He scratched his chin and looked at some of her pictures. "Well . . . it's a funny yet amazingly interesting story actually." He paused a minute. "Wait. What was your overly touchy roommate going to say? Before Sam stopped her."

Katie opened her mouth then closed it. Stalemate. Neither knew what to say and the silence amplified the fact that both of them were in an awkward situation.

"I asked you first" Katie snapped back with a slightly defensive glare.

"You ran out without even leaving so much as a note. I think you owe me an explanation first." Lucas smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Her eyes widened in outrage. Not the reaction he was expecting.

"That is ridiculous! So what, I ran out. Like that is the worst thing I could have done. Would a note have made you feel better?" She lifted her fingers to mimic quotation marks " Something awesome like 'Hey Lucas, last night was cool. I'll see you around I guess, Love Katie.' Would that have made things better for you? Plus, for all I knew, you were going to wake up and treat me like . . ."

"Like a used diaper?" He cut her off without even thinking about it.

Katie's head cocked back, her face unreadable. Fear swept through Lucas for some reason be couldn't explain. He didn't know what he said, but obviously it wasn't the right thing.

"Wait . . . what did you just say?" She asked accusingly, taking a step toward him. His eyes widened.

Oh, shit, Lucas thought as Katie stomped out of her room without even waiting for an answer.

"SAM!" She screamed so loud and frightening he wondered if four horsemen would come stomping through the walls followed by fire and brimstone.