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lostfirefly · 8 months ago

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Today, my love, all I want, I wanna sing for you, yeah, I'll sing for you, baby! Happy birthday to you!

This fic was written back in June and finalized yesterday) But I couldn't leave Buggy without a gift) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Happy birthday to our future king of the pirates! Catherine throws him a party.

Warnings: SFW + NSFW (my first attempt to describe oral part), MDNI. Let's pray for Catherine)

Words: 6435 (sorry)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed , @cyberkittenduck , @buggy-samaaa , @thoraeth

The title is taken from "Happy Birthday" by Kygo feat John Legend.

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/sound of a party whistle/

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“What’s this?” Buggy barely mumbled into the pillow.

/sound of a party whistle/

“Shit! My ears!” Buggy covered his ears with his hands.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!”

“Cotton candy, I’m sleeping!!” Buggy waved Catherine away.

“Get up! Get up! Get up!!” She happily nudged him in the shoulder.

“What the fuck, woman?! It's 9 in the morning!” Buggy rolled over onto his back and barely opened his eyes. He saw Catherine sitting on her knees on the bed, wearing a plush party birthday cake hat. “And again. What the fuck?”

Catherine blew a party whistle again. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUGGY BEAR!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Love you, my old.” Smack. “Grumpy.” Smack. “Beloved.” Smack. “Clown.” Smack. Smack.

“Little shit! I’m not old! And not grumpy!!”

“Yes, you are!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Wait here!” She ran out of the bedroom.

“Fu-u-ck!! I’m sleeping, woman!!!”

“I made you a birthday breakfast!” Catherine returned to the room with a tray holding a large plate of pancakes, generously drizzled with chocolate, maple, and pecan syrup. And next to it was his favorite beer.

“Geeez! I haven't had time to wake up yet.” Buggy rubbed his face. “What time did you get up? How did you get up? If you know what I mean.” He giggled idiotically.

“I always know what you mean, pervert.” Catherine slapped him on his head. “Well, it was hard to get out of your tentacles, Buggy the Octopus, but I did it. Every time I tried to move, you growled and pulled me even closer. But it's your birthday. Moreover! It's your first birthday with me! I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast. 36 pancakes just for you!! Can you imagine?! One pancake for every year of your grumpiness.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Oh, wait, wait! I have another present! Close your eyes.” Catherine jumped out of bed and ran to the closet.

“Fuck, cotton candy, you're moving too fast! It's 9 am, for god's sake!!”

“See? You're grumpy! Please, close your beautiful eyes!! I have a present for you.” Catherine made a pleading face.

“Will you be naked?” Buggy opened his beer and looked at her with the hope in his eyes.

“Tell me, asshole,” Catherine crossed her arms, “why do you always want to see me naked?”

“Have you seen yourself naked? Imagine this picture and tell me how I can not like it?” He took a sip. “Fuck, perfect.”

“Pervert.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Are you going to close your eyes or not?”

“Fine! But I still hope to see you without your clothes.”

“Shush, clown! Don't peek!” Catherine was rummaging around in the closet. “Wait, wait! Ready? Nod if you closed your eyes. Now tell me, did you nod?”

“Yes!”

“And now you can open your green eyes!”

Buggy opened his eyes and looked around. “Where are you, cotton candy?”

“I’m here!” Catherine first showed one leg from behind the door, and then hid it.

“Oh, my God. Please tell me that's what I think it is!!!” Buggy rubbed his hands.

“I don't know what you're thinking about, jerk!” Catherine poked her head out from behind the door. “Hi!, birthday boy!”

“Hi!”

“Wait, wait!” Catherine showed one leg from behind the door again, then the other, she stood facing Buggy. “Ready? One, two, three!” She turned her back to him and shook her buttocks. “Like it?”

“What the fuck? What is this?” Buggy stared at her pajama pants.

“This's your present!!”

“But… I see…”

“Yes! These are your hands in your circus white gloves, and this’s my ass. And you're grabbing my ass.” Catherine shook her butt again. “Like it?”

Buggy laughed loudly, “Hell, yeah! Come to me, I want to take a closer look.”

Catherine took a couple of steps back, shaking her butt again.

“My perfect hands on your perfect ass!” Buggy gently ran his hand down her thigh.

Catherine slapped him, sat on the bed and started stroking his hair. “Happy birthday, my blue-haired love!” Smack. Smack. “I’m so happy I have you!”

“Thanks.” Buggy took a sip. “Your pants are my favorite gift now.”

“I knew you would like it!” Smack. Smack. “Now eat your pancakes!”

Buggy stuck his fork into the pancakes and took a bite.

“Tasty?” Catherine started stroking his hair, watching him nod, and noticed the way Buggy looked at her. “Why are you staring at me like you love me, clown?”

Buggy chewed a pancake and looked into her eyes. “Cathie-pie.” He swallowed and took her hand. “Will you ma– make me some coffee?”

“Sure!! Wait here!” Smack. Smack. “Large black coffee with three spoons of sugar. I remember.” Catherine quickly ran to the kitchen.

“Idiot!!” Buggy grabbed his head. “Don't ask anything. She'll say no anyway.” He took the fork and exhaled. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“I’m coming back!.” Catherine came into the bedroom, holding the cup and with a wide smile on her face. “I hope you mis–..” She looked at Buggy's sad face. “Why are you sad? Didn't you like the gift? Or the pancakes?”

“No, I’m fine. Your gift is amazing. It's just.. Just.. No one has ever baked me birthday pancakes.” Buggy tried to smile.

“Oh, my love!” Catherine put the coffee on the table and hugged him around the neck. “Now you have me! And now you will have birthday food every year. Oh! I almost forgot!” She ran to the closet and pulled out a plush crown. “This is for you! You can't eat birthday pancakes without a birthday hat!” She sat down on the bed and put the crown on his head. “My dear Buggy Bear. I crown you on and name you king of my heart.” She hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy I took those tickets and met you.”

“Damn!” Buggy trying hard not to blush. “Can you at least not call me by this stupid nickname on my birthday? Let me eat my pancakes, woman!” He settled himself more comfortably, lifted the blanket and winked at Catherine. She narrowed her eyes in delight and squealed as she crawled under the blanket.

“What are our plans for today?” Buggy ate one pancake and took a sip.

“Actually, we have an extensive program today, but I thought you were going to go drink at Arlong's like usual. Today is Wednesday.” Catherine snuggled under his arm.

“Meh, I’ll go there tomorrow.” Buggy ate the last pancake, put the tray aside, and snuggled closer to Catherine.

She immediately hugged him tighter. "What's wrong, my little bear?"

“Can we lie like this for a while?”

“Of course! Is something bothering you?”

“No. Just wondering how I got you.” Buggy giggled. “You see, the charm of a loser worked, and I won you over!”

“Dear god!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “There was no charm, Buggy!! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!”

“But I didn't leave you!”

“I have one more present for you. Do you want to know when I fell in love with you? Remember the first time you saved me? I then thought, “he protected me?”. You were so brave, and I thought you were okay. Seriously, you didn't have to protect me. Then we sat around the campfire and you seemed less annoying to me. And then you saved me again, and I thought 'gosh, his hands are so warm'. And then you came back for me when I was dangling over the precipice. You could have run away, betrayed me. But you came back. And then when that cave collapsed, I was afraid I'd never see you again. And then you took me home, and I kept thinking, “Why doesn't he say that he loves me?”. And do you remember, the three of us were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and telling my sister how we met? You hugged me back then. I don't know if it was by chance or not. And then you suddenly pulled your hand away. And I realized, “Damn, I love him!”

“If I hadn't saved you,” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “how would we have gotten to the treasure?”

“So you only saved me for the gold, bastard? I'm glad we chatted around the fire then. You know, I think you fell in love with me before the pancake morning. You just didn't realize it was love. Okay! Enough romance for the morning,” Catherine clapped her hands, “let's go celebrate your birthday!

To begin with, Catherine took Buggy around the streets, looking in all his favorite places, as if it were a bar or a regular eatery. They had a little picnic by the sea. Catherine laughed and squealed, running from the water to the sand, occasionally noticing Buggy's sad look when he looked at the water. She tried her best to cheer him up, trying to do acrobatic routines, but she wasn't very good at it. Toward evening, she led the way to his awning.

“What are we doing at my circus?” Buggy pointed at his tent.

“Well,” Catherine shrugged, “you threw a party for me six months ago, now it's my turn. And since the circus now holds a special place in my life, I asked your crew to help me with the preparations.” She pecked him on his nose. “And forgive me, I lied to you a little for a few weeks when I said I was going out alone. I ran here to supervise everything. So welcome to the party named after the best clown in the world!”

Catherine dragged Buggy into the arena, which was filled with tables with hot dogs, pizza, and various alcoholic beverages.

“What the hell?!” Buggy looked around. His entire crew was dressed in pirate costumes, a wide shroud hung from the dome to the floor. There were two anchors on the floor and there were dinghies with a couple of freaks sitting in them. The bar counter, behind which the bartender stood, was made in the style of a ship's nose and deck.

“Welcome to the pirate party!” Catherine happily spread her arms, inviting him to take a closer look. “See! Look, this is a mooring rope. Here is another rope.”

“This is a line, Cathie-pie.” Buggy tried to hide his shocked state, looking around.

“Exactly. And here is another one.” Catherine pointed at the rope, “I forgot the name of this thing.”

“Guess-warp.” Buggy said quietly.

“Yes!” Catherine looked at him with rounded eyes. “Wow, I didn't know you were into this.”

“Hey! I read books sometimes too.”

“Look,” Catherine wrapped her arm around his waist, “we have one big table that resembles the captain's cabin for everyone here. These small ones are shaped like the stern of a ship with a steering wheel if someone wants to sit alone or to chat with others. Some of your friends brought girls, see? They want to be like you. And do you see the two thrones by the big table? Those are our seats. You have to own your throne!” Catherine pointed with her eyes to his place.

Buggy walked around the arena, looking at everything around him. Every chair, every table, everything resembled a giant ship. He went up to the bar and gently ran his fingers along it. Catherine noticed his sad face.

“You don't like it? You probably wanted a regular party. I'm so sorry. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No. I really like it! But.. Why the pirate theme?” Buggy asked quietly, running his fingers over the barstool.

“I don't know. You have the soul of an adventurer and a seeker of treasure.” Catherine pecked him on his cheek. “Oh! I have one more present for you. I'll be right back, okay? You have ten minutes to miss me.”

Buggy saw how Catherine quickly went to his office, noticed Cabaji at the bar and hurried over to him, “Did you tell her something?”

“Happy birthday, Captain!” said with his mouth full, eating canapés

“Yes, yes! I asked a question. Did you tell her something?” Buggy asked quietly.

“No! I swear. Your girlfriend came here a few weeks ago, and offered to organize a party. She wandered around the arena for about an hour and suddenly said that it would be a pirate party. I told the entire crew not to give the slightest hint.”

“Damn! Okay!” Buggy knocked on the counter. “Hey, you, bartender, make me a whiskey and pour a glass of rosé wine for the girl.”

Catherine spun around in front of the mirror for a long time, examining herself from all sides. “My flashy fool's gonna like this.” She squealed and ran back. When Catherine returned to the arena, she hid behind one of the decorations for a moment to watch Buggy. He was basking in the attention of the entire team, actively gesturing and laughing. She straightened her shoulders, looked at herself again and ran towards him.

“Hey, birthday boy!” Catherine gently tapped Buggy on the shoulder. “I'm back!”

“I ordered yo~. Fuck me! Fuck me very much!” Buggy's jaw dropped when he looked at Catherine. She was in the beautiful mid-thigh dress with black lacing on the purple corset, featuring a form-fitting lace up black bodice that accentuates her curves. The off-shoulder design added a touch of the romance and the flowing bunched black skirt had a sexy asymmetrical hemline.

“Wow! My chatterbox can't find words, I'm amazed. Like it? Do I look like the queen of the seven seas?” She twirled several times and watched him simply nod his head. Catherine laughed, reaching her hand up to his chin. “Close your mouth and tell me something!”

Buggy swallowed and drank his whiskey with one gulp. “Damn! You look so hot, Catherine Mitchell!” He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and started to slide his other hand down her ass.

“What are you doing?” Catherine slapped him on his hands. “There are people around. And Cabaji is still here.”

“What are you standing there for? Get out of here!" Buggy barked at Cabaji, who grabbed his beer and quickly ran away from the bar. “Just fuck. You look... Just fuck.”

“While you're looking for the right words, go change into your circus clothes, please.” Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed and pecked him in his lips. “Your vest and leather pants will go perfectly with our theme. Who knows, maybe I have a gift for you.”

“If the next gift isn't hot sex on my desk, I don't want to talk to you at all, woman.”

“I'm not having sex with you while your friends are here. If you behave well, who knows. Maybe I'll lift the ban on your office for today.” Catherine gently ran her finger down his neck and winked.

"I'm gonna change!" Buggy pushed her away slightly and quickly disappeared into the dark corridor.

Catherine laughed loudly, picked up her wine, took a sip, sat on the bar and looked around the arena. “Perfect.”

The crew's laughter, the clinking of glasses and toasts to the Captain could be heard throughout the arena. While she was waiting for Buggy, one of the crew members came up to her, began to thank her for the party and they started talking. When Buggy returned, the first thing he heard was Catherine’s ringing laughter, and then he saw how she was fluttering freak's hair.

“Hey, I'm back.” Buggy came closer, glanced at the freak, and put his hand on Catherine’s back. The freak swallowed, blushed and quickly ran away.

Catherine smiled and glanced at Buggy. “Wow! I love your circus outfit. You look so hot. And in this dress, I’m now mated with you. We are like a small pirate family today.” Catherine put her glass down and wrapped one arm around Buggy’s neck. “See. They're toasting you. They love you, not like I do, but they do.” She adjusted his bandana. “I’m so proud of you, my blue-haired love.” Catherine kissed Buggy on the cheek and glanced at the crew. “Hey, you bunch of bilge rats, Quick, raise your glasses in the name of your Captain!” She looked at Buggy, who glanced at her with raised eyebrows and laughed. “I've always wanted to say that.” Catherine proudly raised her head and stroked Buggy’s shoulder. “I love you. Oh, I have another gift for you. I'll be right back.” She kissed him on the lips, jumped off the counter and ran off somewhere.

Buggy was sipping his whiskey and chatting with his teammates. He liked to be bathed in attention. He was talking to Mohji when he heard the sounds of fiddling and Catherine's voice.

“Go faster!!” Catherine nudged the freak in the back. “Put this box on the keg!” The freak struggled to lift the big present box.

“What’s this?” Buggy came closer to her, sipping whiskey.

"I've been thinking about what to get you for a long time. Then I thought, you're the captain of this circus. And the captain shouldn't walk without it! Open it!" Catherine took the glass from his hands and invited him to the box.

“Okay.” Buggy opened the lid and frozen for a second, looking inside in surprise. “What the f~?”

“Only the greatest captain should have a fur coat. I know it's a stupid gift, but I couldn't think of anything better.” Catherine watched as he slowly ran his fingers through the fabric. “Your face. You don't like it, do you?”

“No! I like it very much!” Buggy pulled the coat out of the box and slipped it over his shoulders.

“And look how it suits you! It's a sandy color. You can cover me when I'm cold!” Catherine ran her hands over the sleeves and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, my mystery Buggy, who is worth a lot of money somewhere. I love you so, so much!”

Catherine shifter her gaze to the crew. “What are you all standing there for?” She clapped her hands. “Let's have some fun! Woohoo!”

Catherine’s ringing laughter, music, drunken toasts and dancing filled the entire tent. Mohji was dancing till he fell down, Cabaji was dancing with some girl.

“Damn, she's so happy. And she did all this for me. She constantly makes sure everyone has drinks and is having fun. She laughs loudly. I love the way she wrinkles her nose when she laughs. She gets asked to еру dance. Not that I'm thrilled about it, but I kind of like it. look at her, clown.. And now she's dancing with... hey, watch the hands! My hands are the only ones allowed on her waist! Oh, she moved them herself. What was I talking about? Oh yeah... And I love how before and after she is invited to dance, she runs up and gives me kisses. What does she even see in me? She's alive and funny and real, and I w–”

“Hey, handsome! Why are you sad here?!” Catherine’s voice pulled Buggy out of his thoughts. She took the glass of whiskey from his hands, put it on the counter and took Buggy by the hands. “Let's go dance!”

“I don't know. I'm a bad dancer, Cathie-pie.”

“I don't care, this's my favorite song and I wanted to dance to it with you. Ple-e-ease!!” Catherine made sad cat eyes and watched as Buggy rolled his eyes in response, but nodded. Catherine clenched her fists and squealed happily, dragging him to the center of the arena. “See? We're under your favorite spotlights.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands on her waist, and began to rock him from side to side to the music rhythm. “I don't know what kind of parties you've thrown before, but this one seems pretty good, huh?”

Buggy exhaled and blushed. “This one's even better.”

Catherine narrowed her eyes and squealed. “I knew you loved me!” Smack. Smack. “Do you know how much I love you? Just li-i-ike tha-a-at!” She spread her arms wide and laughed.

Buggy lifted her hand and Catherine twirled around her own axis. They swayed to the rhythm of the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced under the spotlight. Catherine’s hair cascaded down her back like a sunset river, while Buggy's strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they spun and twirled in perfect sync. The music faded away, and they slowed to a stop, their chests heaving in unison as they gazed into each other's eyes. For a moment, they stood still, savoring the magic of the moment, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the depths of their love.

“Hi.” Catherine said quietly.

“Hi.”

“I have another surprise!” Catherine cleared her throat and ran to the middle of the arena and, raising her hands to face level, she clapped theatrically. “Bring the surprise!!”

Сabaji rolled out a large table with a huge black cake on it. Catherine clapped her hands again and the whole team began to sing “Happy Birthday.” Buggy burst out laughing and came closer to Catherine.

“We rehearsed for a long time!” Catherine almost laughed until she cried, watching everyone blush with shame, singing a congratulatory song. “And this is your cake. We are having a pirate party, right? We have a pirate ship and we have our own captain. And what ship is without a flag. See! This is Jolly Roger. And he has your bones and your nose.” She whispered quietly. “I hope you don't take offense, because it won't be your flag without your lovely nose.”

When all the drunken guests had left, Catherine noticed that Buggy hasn't come back. He said he'd be gone for a while, and he didn't come back. She waved to the last guests leaving the tent and walked down the hallways, but Buggy wasn't there.

Catherine knocked on his office. “Are you here? Can I come in?” She carefully opened the door, and saw how he immediately slammed the bottom drawer of his desk shut with a key. “I found you. What are you doing here alone? I miss you. You look sad. I think I did something wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.”

“No, Cathie-pie, it's okay. How could you offend me?” Buggy exhaled.

“Are you sad because you're getting old?”

“Hey! I’m not old. Just... It's complicated, and I don't want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay, we won't talk. We’re gonna drink! I brought whiskey and wine just for us.” Catherine moved closer to the table and hugged Buggy from behind. “Whatever happened to you in the past, I don't care. I'm glad that the past led you to Cairo. Because I met you. I love you so, so much!” Catherine sat down on the table, put her feet on his lap and took a sip straight from the bottle. “So, what are our plans next?”

Buggy looked at Catherine for a moment and slowly ran his hand down her bare leg. “The dress is so sexy. I've been looking at you all evening, and it turns me on terribly.”

“Everything turns you on, asshole, even if I'm walking around the house in that shark pajama you got me.”

“Shut up, please.” Buggy ran his lips over her legs, leaving a thin trail of lipstick on her skin.

“What are you doing? Stop!” Catherine tried to gently push him away. “Stop it. Not here. Please..” Catherine's breathing quickened. “Damn you, clown. Just imagine. Everyone saw me in this dress. Your whole crew was staring at me, can you believe it?” She reached out, pulled his bandana off, and Buggy’s hair fell about the back and shone like a cascade of water. “The who-o-ole crew.”

Buggy abruptly motioned her over to him, kicked a chair and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Stop it!”

“You know, I'm willing to bet money that you were pissed off that your freaks were dancing with me, looking at me. At my bare legs, my bare shoulders. You do realize that I'm not wearing a bra right now, right?”

Buggy stood between Catherine’s legs, and she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I said stop it!”

Catherine immediately wrapped her legs around him and ran her hand from his hair to his neck. “Uh-oh, someone's jealous.”

“I'm not jealous. Let them stare, I don't care. You're mine, my Cathie-pie. And you're my main birthday present for today.” Buggy ran his hand under the hem of her dress.

“I’m not your pr-!” Catherine was cut off by his mouth crashing desperately against hers, his kiss so urgent that it took her a few seconds to regain control of herself. Her mind blanked, and for those few precious seconds, all she could feel was him, his lips and hands all over her. His kiss was more frantic, his touch was rougher than usual, more frenzied, as though he wanted to get as much of her against him as he possibly could.

"I like the way you smell. I like the way you taste, Cathie-pie." As he spoke, the rest of his body began to respond to the feel of her in his arms -- not just due to the allure of intimacy, but also because of the warmth, the softness, and the surprising strength in her thighs, contrasted with the delicate nature of her elbows and wrists, which stirred within him a profound desire to yield to any request she might make.

She now mirrored his intense urgency, moving her body against his as she struggled for dominance until, as always, she surrendered completely in his embrace. She became malleable in his grasp, letting out soft sounds whenever he caressed her in a particular manner; each deliberate stroke of his tongue within her mouth, the way he positioned her thigh over his hip while pressing his arousal against her center, and the smirk he wore against her neck as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin there. His hand on her waist tightened its hold, drawing her body closer to his.

“What if your guys imagined me naked?” Catherine slowly began to unfasten the straps on his vest.

“Are you doing this on purpose, little shit?” Buggy took off his vest, knelt down and began kissing her legs.

“I like to piss you off, asshole.” Catherine felt him move his lips higher. “My love, the door. Please lock the door.”

“No one's here anyway.” Buggy held on as best he could, but with every touch of her soft skin, he felt himself losing control.

Catherine felt his hands begin to squeeze her legs tighter, the kisses became longer. “Someone's going to die.” Catherine giggled and put her hand on his hair. “Don't you want to come up here?”

“Wait! I'm enjoying the moment.” Buggy lifted the hem of her dress slightly. “You’re driving me crazy tonight,” he groaned. “This dress? Phenomenal. Did you wear it for me?” He raised his gaze to her while positioned half-kneeling on the floor, his hands gliding over her exposed thighs, having pushed the dress up to her hips. His eyes were filled with intensity, silently pleading for the response he desired.

Catherine wove her fingers through his hair as he transitioned from his fingertips to his lips, hovering perilously near the edge of her panties. “I–”

“Answer, cotton candy. The captain asked a question.” The words came out more of a grumble, vibrating against her body.

Fuck, she loved it when he spoke like that. It was his captain’s voice. The one which made her legs quiver and sent heat straight to her core. It was dominating. When he spoke to her like that, she was a lost cause.

Catherine murmured. “I knew my captain would like it.”

“Like it?” Buggy pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and instantly her legs began to wobble. “Baby, I love it.”

That name – just hearing him call her baby at such moments – was enough to send her mind spiraling. Catherine should have known it was only a matter of time before they fell back into each other’s arms. Buggy groaned as he pulled the panties down, and she knew exactly why. She moaned, tugging desperately at his hair with her fingers.

“Lock the door, please.”

Buggy shook his head and emitted a low growl of contentment, then rewarded her by trailing his tongue along her warmth. Her back arched off the table as she attempted to draw him even closer to her.

“That's my girl,” he hissed, before delving into her with his tongue.

Catherine whimpered at the sudden explosion of pleasure, her senses going into overdrive. She was lost, completely helpless, not even aware of the words which were tumbling from her lips.

“Fuck, my love. The do, pl~”

Buggy switched between sucking her clit slowly into his mouth and circling her entrance. Catherine moved one of her hands to her mouth because she realized she’d moaned aloud, because even the sight of him kneeling there, almost made her come. As he continued to pleasure her with renewed intensity and deliberate movements of his tongue, it was not long before she felt herself nearing the brink, stifling a cry of his name. Buggy remained positioned between her legs, one hand resting firmly on her abdomen to provide support. Catherine’s legs trembled, and she realized that without his assistance, she would have collapsed to the floor by that point. Her heart raced even as he gradually rose to his feet.

"I hate you," she said, grasping his hand.

The corner of his mouth curled upward as he cupped her jaw with his hand. “Still alive?” He leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to savor her own essence on his tongue. It was dirty and hot and everything.

“It seems like you're the birthday boy, but I got the present?” Catherine giggled.

“Got? In the past tense? Oh, cotton candy, we're not done yet.” Buggy groaned against her skin, where his mouth was trailing hot kisses over her neck and collarbone. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he murmured into her ear, and she couldn’t help the desperate whimper that tore from her throat.

Catherine allowed herself to meet his gaze, her brow lifting in challenge. “Do it, then.” She grabbed his back and pressed him closer. His long blue hair spilling around them.

Buggy took off his pants and underwear, smashed into her lips and Catherine moaned softly through the kiss, feeling him enter her. One smooth movement and he was inside her, filling her to the point of ecstasy before withdrawing achingly slowly. She moaned when his second thrust was harder, harsher than the first and she gripped at the edge of the desk to fully support herself.

“The door!” Catherine whimpered through the kiss, feeling him pull her closer to him,

“I don't give a shit! There is no one here.” His lips traveled up the column of her neck, the tip of his nose tracing the side of her face as he breathed against her ear.

She dug her fingers into his hair, when he started picking up the pace. The tension in the air was broken only by his moans and her sighs.

“Don't stop. Don't. I-- I want this, want you. Please, Bug-"

Buggy swallowed her gasp as they mashed into a hard kiss, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. Thoughts washed over Buggy's head like a giant wave. Catherine accidentally reminded him of his past. The past he ran away from, trying to forget who he was and what he had, and now all that was good in his miserable life was her.

“I love you. I love you. I so fucking love you..” Buggy whispered near her lips in a low voice, thrusting until she gasped, the hands on his shoulders turning harsh with the addition of nails.

“Lo- fuck.. y- too.” Catherine smashed into his lips, trying to stifle her moans, which were getting louder.

Buggy's heavy thrusts send a tingling sensation along her spine, while his deep grunts intensified as he became increasingly aroused. With another thrust, Catherine’s nails grazed his back, introducing a unique pain that only motivated him further. As Buggy thrust once more, her body tensed, anticipating the sensations that were about to unfold. His lips departed from hers, trailing down to her neck and further, without the use of his teeth. Catherine slightly arched her neck, allowing him greater access. She pressed her fingers into his back as he drove into her with increased intensity, no longer kissing or caressing her skin.

“I’m so close, my love. Oh, fuck. Fuck me harder and rougher, please.”

Buggy growled, moaning her name. The love he felt in her heart, hearing her endless love words, made him make his thrusts even stronger, even more potent. As she wanted. Catherine tried not to moan his name loudly, afraid of who might be hearing her, breathless pleas as his rod slowly dragged inside her. One more hard thrust and a wave of brain-frying pleasure washed over her as felt they came together.

Buggy pulled her closer and collapsed against her with a drawn out moan, his heart beating like a drum against her chest. His weight was pushing her down on the hard wood table, but she didn't care; she loved his weight on top of her, the feeling of his sweat-slicked body, the musky scent of an aroused male.

They didn't separate immediately. Catherine remained entwined with him as Buggy gradually regained his composure, taking deep breaths. Catherine held him close, providing a few extra moments for him to feel secure. His head rested on her shoulder while she gently massaged his back.

“You okay? With me?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his back, and saw him nod. “You know, you smell like the salty sea. Musk and the sea.”

“This's the best present ever, cotton candy.” Buggy chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Liar. I'm sure you did this.. well.. present.. with other girls on your birthday too.”

“This is different. You are not “other girls”. How am I supposed to work at this desk now? How do you say it?” Buggy started imitating her. “This is our first sex on the desk, Buggy. Let's celebrate this every year.”

“Go to hell, pervert.” Catherine gently kissed him on his nose. “By the way, I asked you to close the door. I wouldn't be surprised if you were hoping someone would come in.” She saw him shrug. “How can you think about that? It's such an intimate thing! Half of Cairo probably already knows that I'm sleeping with you.”

“Not true!”

“I don't want to talk to you!” Catherine gently stroked his cheek. “But.. Happy birthday, my silly clown. Love you so, so much.”

Buggy kissed her again and helped her down from the table. While he was fixing his makeup, Catherine wiped his lipstick traces from her body and quickly cleaned up the mess on the table.

Catherine adjusted her dress. “God, I hope Richie didn't hear us."

“Do you think that furry lump is gonna tell everyone what we did here?” Buggy reluctantly looked at himself in the mirror.

Catherine noticed his sad face and immediately ran up to hug him. “You’re my best and the most handsome clown in the world. You know, I have an idea! We take a couple of bottles of booze, the rest of the cake and go home. We'll lie in bed in our pajamas, watching some stupid show and eating cake.”

“Not bad.” Buggy kissed her head. “Do you want to take your favorite stupid walk along the embankment?”

“Really? I want! I really want! I love walking with you!” Catherine squealed happily. “Give me 10 minutes, I need to change my clothes, I can't walk down the street looking like this.”

“But I hoped you would stay in your sexy dress.” Buggy plopped down on the couch.

“Nope! It was a gift just for you, my flashy fool. Otherwise, you'll get mad if someone looks at me in this dress.” Catherine hid behind the closet door, started to undress, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a flying head. “Hey, clown! Don't peek!”

“Are you serious? I've seen you naked a thousand times!”

“I'll take your head now and hide it somewhere in the closet. For God's sake, Buggy, zip up your pants and wait for me, please!” She heard him fall onto the couch and exhale. Buggy tried to peek again, but Catherine threw a pillow at him.

“I'll take your shirt? Okay? And we can g~. what's this?” She pulled out a photo. “Wow! You not only have my picture in your wallet, but also on your shelf?”

“Hey! Give it back!” Buggy sent his hand, pulled the photo out of her hands, and put it in the drawer. “It doesn't mean anything.”

“But this is you and me, when you took me out on a picnic last week. You were grumbling and freaking out because I wanted to take a picture of us. Sure, I'd be happier if I weren't lying between your underwear. Why do you need spare underwear here? Although, you know, don't answer, I don't want to know what you're doing here.” Catherine tiptoed over to the couch, throwing on her shirt, and kissed him on the lips. "I knew you loved me, my Buggy Bear." Smack. “Okay, let's take the cake and go home. I think I've already trampled you with romance tod~.” Catherine opened the door and froze. “Buggy…”

"What?" He sent his head towards the door.

They stared silently at the blushing Cabaji who was returning to the green room, screaming. “I didn't hear anything!!”

“Did you want someone to see us?” Catherine looked at Buggy, not understanding whether he was proud of this situation or ashamed. "Congratulations, clown, your dream has almost come true."

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