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dontmindmyshadowhunting · 4 years ago

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To never being parted (Kitty Fan Fic) - Part 2 Chap 1 - I meant what I said

This is the sequel to my flower cards inspired Kitty Fan Fic “Am I Forgotten?”

It gets pretty wild and I am way too shy to tagg anyone on this but don’t hesitate if you want me too.

AO3 Link here.

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“Ty- Ty, can I touch you... here?”

“Of course, you can. Kit, I told you…”

“Yes, I remember. I can touch you anywhere I want to. You don’t mind if it’s me.”

“Actually, you can touch me anywhere you want to. But what I want is for you to touch me everywhere.”

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“EARTH TO KIT?”

Kit startled.

“Yep. Back to Earth. Sorry, I was in Heaven.”

Jace lifted a golden eyebrow.

They were in the middle of the Institute’s training room and had been doing experiments with Kit’s wings for the past two hours. Staying focused had not been an easy task. Pictures of the moments Kit had spent with Ty on the Institute’s roof the previous evening kept springing to mind, at the most unexpected moments.

What happens on the Institute’s roof stays on the Institute’s roof, Kit reminded himself.

He was now on top of one of the rafters, wings unfolded, and he was supposed to… What was it again?

“I am on it,” Kit said. “As soon as you remind me what it is I am supposed to do.”

Jace sighed.

“I think we can call it a day. I have other things to do. It is my birthday after all.”

Kit folded his wings and executed a front flip, landing gracefully on the floor.

“Not using your wings?” Jace smiled.

“Where would be the fun in that?”

“Spoken like a true Herondale. So, they don’t hurt you anymore? Not even a bit?” Jace asked as they were heading out of the training room.

“No. I guess it only hurts the first time.”

“That is true of other things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, you don’t. So, what are your plans before you join the best party of the year tonight?”

“Shower. I’ll probably head to the library afterwards.”

“Doing some research? I believe the Centurions have been spending most of their afternoon there.”

“Really? Didn’t know that.”

“Sure, you didn’t.”

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When Kit arrived at the Institute’s library, he spared a moment to stand in the doorway to observe Ty at his leisure.

Ty was bent over a book, his headphones on. His hair slanted across his face and his long eyelashes created a dark curtain over his gray eyes. His long, calloused fingers were caressing the page of the book he was reading, and Kit remembered with a blush how they had felt on his bare skin.

Ty picked a pen and wrote a few lines in a black leather-bound book. He paused, and brought the pen to his lips, staring at the page thoughtfully, his head cocked to the side. Slowly, unconsciously, he traced the shape of his lower lip with the tip of the pen. Kit watched intently as Ty slipped the pen into his mouth and started nibbling.

Holy shit. Scratch the angel wings. Kit wanted to be a pen.

He was brought back to the moments he had shared with Ty the previous night on the New York Institute’s roof.

They had spent hours kissing and touching, as if they needed to make up for all the time lost, until the chill of the night air had chased them inside. He had felt like he could never get enough of Ty’s caresses, his flesh reacting to each touch as if it was the first, each graze of Ty's fingers leaving goosebumps in its wake. Ty kept whispering words they both liked, his lips brushing over Kit’s skin, as they traced the scars and Marks all over Kit's body. Words Kit strained to hear through the pounding of his heart inside his ribcage like a church bell echoing in his ears. Kit had come inside his pants, but had barely noticed as his body was in a constant state of euphoria. He had felt like he was flying, as if the butterflies fluttering around his stomach were lifting him.

“So, you can fly?” Kit snapped out of his reverie as Anush came to stand before him, a wide grin on his face, one of his arms secured in a cast. “Isn’t that any man’s dream? And you have wings. Actual wings. How cool is that ?”

“It’s pretty cool,” Kit answered. His dream was to be a pen. What could you do?

“So, Beatriz and I are heading out to shop for a last minute birthday gift. Do you want to come with us?”

“Nah, I am good.”

“Ok, see you later then.”

As Anush moved out of the way, Kit noticed that Ty had not moved his gaze from the book he was reading.

Kit felt a pang of disappointment, but tried to ignore it as he went to hunt for a book. After all, he needed an excuse to be in the library.

As Kit scanned the bookshelves, he noticed a large leather-bound book, with golden inscriptions on it, on one of the top shelves. He couldn’t make out the words but he knew from his lessons with Tessa and Jem that it was an ancient language. He tiptoed to grab the book but it was beyond his reach. It was at this moment that he felt a long body pressed against his back and froze.

“Allow me,” said a low clear voice, that sent an electric current down Kit’s stomach. Long delicate fingers seized the book and handed it to Kit.

With the item in hand, Kit turned slowly to face Ty. It was not an easy task, seeing how close Ty was to him.

Kit cleared his throat. “You do know I have wings, right? I could use them to reach higher places than you do.”

“Let’s make a deal. Sometimes, you take care of me.” Ty said, cocking his head to one side. ”Sometimes, I take care of you.” He cocked his head to the other side.

“So who’s turn is it?” Kit’s voice was quavery. “Mine?”

“Oh, no. You saved my life yesterday. I just fetched a book you could have gotten anyway. It’s still mine.”

Ty leaned further against Kit, their bodies now fitting like two puzzle pieces.

As close as he was, there was no way Ty would not notice the hardness that had started growing against Kit’s stomach.

Ty’s gray eyes widened and his breath hitched as he acknowledged Kit’s arousal. Kit turned his face away, blushing. He didn’t dare to meet Ty’s eyes.

“Kit,” Ty said after a moment. He sounded breathless. “Do you... want me?”

Kit closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

“So fucking much it hurts.”

Kit felt Ty’s lips press against his ear, his breath tickling his skin, as he whispered. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Kit opened his eyes and slowly turned to face Ty. Ty’s gaze was ablaze and the pupils had swallowed up all the gray in his eyes, which were now pitch black.

Kit brought one finger against Ty’s temple then moved it down his delicate jawline. Ty closed his eyes.

“I have dreamt about this so many times,” Kit said. He started describing every move his finger made, emboldened by the sound of Ty’s heavy breathing. “Touching your face. Caressing your cheeks. Tracing the circle around your eyes, the shape of your lips…”

“Kit,” Ty interrupted in a deep low voice, opening his eyes. “Why don’t you stop talking about it and just... do me ?”

Kit gasped. “You mean do it ?”

Ty spoke slowly, enunciating every word. “I meant what I said.”

Freaking hell.

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