first three in my inbox get a kiss from kate ! // accepting one more.

            _{SHE’S NOT SURE who is more pathetic, seth or her. green eyes take him in, splayed out on the motel bed like open-heart surgery, over the covers like he was too tired to pull them up. he’s not high right now, though, just sleeping - at least she thinks. she hopes. soft as sunrise, kate takes a seat beside him. legs hang off the bed, a petite hand cups his cheek. she just wants to look at him for a moment, please, god, just let her look at him in a moment of peace. god hasn’t been doing a great job of listening to her lately, though, cause brown eyes open. those long eyelashes flutter, and he moves before she does. his hand wraps around her wrist, the hand so gentle over his unshaven face. kate, he rasps, and she just shakes her head, cuts him off. ‘ don’t. ’ a beat. ‘ don’t say anything, you’ll ruin it. ’ and she’ll call it an impulse decision, but she leans down & kisses him. there’s nothing sinful about it, though - cause it’s not about the bodies, right now. she’s just glad to catch a glimpse of the seth gecko that saved her life (pointedly ignoring the fact that he’s the reason it was in danger in the first place). she’s just glad to see him again. it’s different from kissing kyle - still soft, still tender, but DIFFERENT. seth is a man, is the main thing, she thinks, and kyle was just a boy. but that’s not a line of thinking she’s ready for right now. she pulls away from him & he’s got this look on his face, unreadable and terrifying in a way that makes her think she might’ve made a big mistake. thumb brushes over his cheek anyway, though, for a brief moment before she stands. ‘ go back to sleep, seth. ’ maybe he’ll convince himself he was dreaming.}