Quill, Parchment, & Ink

Title: “Good” Indian Girl
Characters: Kate Freelander/Ravi Ganapathiramani
Fandom: Sanctuary
Series:
Written For: Porn Battle Three (way late)
Prompt: good Indian girl
Summary: Kate and Ravi have butted heads since she arrived at Mumbai Sanctuary, can they reach an agreement about what a ‘good Indian girl’ should be?
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Kali Part 1, 2, and 3 but all implied
Warnings: We all know Kate is a naughty, naughty girl, but who says that has to be a bad thing?
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me and I’m not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So this was originally for Sanctuary Porn Battle I, but I had so many that I claimed that this one just didn’t get finished in time. And then I just got sidetracked by other things. I’ve been working on this one and working on it, a few words at a time and finally got it finished tonight. Thanks to illfindmyway and whogeek for all their help with this.




Kate growled softly as she sat up in bed, throwing off the light blanket. Ever since Ravi’s words in the streets about a “good Indian girl”, they’d hovered at the back of her mind, reminding her that she didn’t really belong here. At the same time, they challenged her, egged her on. And Kate Freelander never backed down from a challenge. Deciding she needed to have it out with him, she slipped out of bed and headed for the hallway.

Mumbai Sanctuary (just like her home) was never truly quiet, even at night, and Kate wasn’t used to the noises so she kept to the shadows as she crept down the hall. She turned the knob to his door, slipping into his room and inhaling almost silently as she took in his shape under the thin cotton blanket.

But she wasn’t soundless enough and Ravi sat up, his eyes darker than usual in the moonlight creeping in through his open window. “Kate, what?” he asked and his voice wasn’t nearly deep enough to indicate that he’d been asleep.

She was tired though. Tired of the worry over Will, of thinking that she’d been wrong to put her trust in Magnus, of second guessing that Henry would have one more trick up his sleeve, or that someone would come out of their pasts and save their asses rather than kicking them. Crossing the room on bare feet, and trusting that Ravi was a better housekeeper than she was, she climbed into bed with him. “I don’t want to think right now,” she told him, pushing him back down and straddling his hips. “Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” she added as he opened his mouth. “Just…help me forget for a while.”

He started to speak, thought better of it, then obviously decided he needed to say something. “What are you doing?”

“I told you. I need to forget for a while.”

“And you thought this was a good idea?” He indicated her state of half-dress and where their bodies were pressed together. “Did you walk through the Sanctuary like this?”

Kate grinned saucily at him. “So whoever’s in Security got a nice little peek-a-boo. Or part of one. I kept to the shadows.” She leaned down, pressing her breasts against his chest, and nipped at his lips. “Interested?”

“Interested in?” he questioned.

Her smile widened as she ground down against him, able to feel him hardening beneath her. “Oh, yeah, you’re interested,” she purred. When he just stared back at her, she continued, “Sex, Ravi. That’s all. Sweaty, fuck our brains out, sex. That’s all. No strings. No regrets.”

The Indian man considered it for a minute before reaching for her, pulling her down towards him and into a light kiss. “Kate,” he started when they separated slightly.

“Really? Okay no more talking.” Kate straightened up enough that there was room between their torsos and reached for the hem of her t-shirt. A quick twitch of her fingers and she was pulling it up and over her head, tossing it away from her body as she shook her hair free. “Touching? Touching is very good though.”

Clearly deciding that having an all but naked Kate sitting atop him gave him some sort of permission, Ravi slowly slide his hands up her ribs; spreading his fingers wide so he could touch as much of her skin as possible. He paused just below her breasts, turning his fingers so they brushed the underside. “Yes?” he asked when she gasped at his touch.

“More. Please,” she requested.

Almost as if it was a scientific study, he moved his fingers across her breasts; watching as her nipples peaked under his touch. Kate wiggled in response, smiling as he pressed back up against her; despite the blanket and whatever he was wearing still between them, she could tell he was very happy she hadn’t left. He caught one of her nipples between forefinger and thumb, pinching it slightly and tugging. “So responsive,” he hummed.

Lying down so she was almost prone on top of him, Kate winked at him before pressing her lips to his and licking into his mouth. She clutched at his shoulders as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her as tight against her as he could. For a minute they fought for control of the kiss, then Ravi slide a hand up her bare back until he could sink it into her black locks.

“Come on. Come on.” She broke away to breathe, tugging at the blanket that was between them. “Get rid of this.” She lifted up far enough to wrench the blanket out from underneath her, pulling it far enough down that she could kick it away. “Really? Pajama pants?”

“I often get called out in the middle of the night on Sanctuary business. Normally I wear a shirt also, but it was just too hot tonight,” he commented.

Kate raised an eyebrow at his comment, then leaned down as if she was going to kiss him again. Bypassing his lips, she sucked lightly on his collarbone before moving lower. “You want this, right?” she asked as her hands glided ahead of her mouth.

“Um, now you ask?” he questioned, gasping slightly as she reached the waistband of his pants and proceeded to pull them down.

“Figured I’d just check.” She lifted her head, rolling her brown eyes up at him so she could watch him.

“I think it might be a little…” Ravi started, then changed it to a yelp of something as she wrapped her mouth around his cock and slowly slid it down. His hands clutched at her shoulders for a second before moving to the sheets; clearly not wanting to grab her.

Kate drew her mouth off him, sucking lightly on the tip, before letting him fall from between her lips. “I sure hope that was a compliment,” she said, her breath blowing over him.

Ravi shuddered beneath her. “Kate,” he almost begged.

“Yes,” she agreed, sitting up. “Do you have…? My outfit was ill-conceived for bringing anything.”

“In the drawer.” Ravi indicated the small table near his bed. “There should be a couple.”

Kate rolled gracefully off the bed; hooking her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her long legs. She peeked out from beneath her long lashes, watching Ravi’s face as she moved. When she got them to her ankles, she kicked them away. Only then did she head for the table he’d specified; her ass swinging slowly.

Ravi took a deep breath as Kate bent over slightly, rifling through the low drawer. Holding up the packet in triumph, she made her way back to him. Climbing back onto the bed, she straddled his thighs. "You wanna do it? Or you want me to?" When Ravi just stared back at her, she replied, "Me then."

Ripping the packet open, Kate slowly rolled it down; moving up as she got it settled. She rose up on her knees, holding him steady as she sank down; moaning at the stretch as she settled fully against him. Ravi’s hands came up, skittering across her legs as if he wasn’t sure where to hold her. She rolled her hips in response and he dug his fingers in as he gasped.

“Like that?” she purred.

“Kaaate,” he groaned as she tightened around him. “Are you serious?”

Grinning in response, she cupped her breasts. “Gonna make me do all the work?”

“You’re the one on top,” he pointed out.

She rolled her hips again, commenting, “And you’re too coherent.”

Ravi rubbed his thumb across her hipbone, asking, “What are you going to do about it?”

Grasping his hand, she guided it up her torso until his fingers covered her breast. The feel of his calluses on her skin made her shudder and transmitted through to him. Bracing one hand against his shoulder, she cupped her other breast with her free hand; flicking her nail across her nipple.

"Goddess, Kate," Ravi breathed. "So beautiful. So gorgeous." He trailed his free hand down her body until he reached where they were joined, rubbing against her clit and causing her to moan.

Moving in earnest now, Kate rocked against him, matching her movements to his. Her breathing quickened as she felt herself tighten around him. Ravi flicked his thumb across her clit just as she pressed down and Kate cried out as she convulsed in pleasure.

The feel of her; around him, above him, was almost enough to tip him over the edge. She tipped her head back down, looking at him; her brown eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. “Feel so good,” she told him, her words almost slurring from the pleasure.

She leaned down, canting her hips into his and changing the angle, teasing him as she almost got close enough for him to kiss before pulling away. He gripped her hips, pushing up into her, and letting out a groan as he tensed and came.

Kate grinned down at him as she tossed her black hair over her shoulder. “I bet your good Indian girls don’t act like that,” she teased.

Ravi ran a hand up her sweat soaked side, still panting lightly as he returned her grin. “Did I say I was complaining?”