Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2009-08-28 11:35 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2009-08-28 11:35 pm
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OOM: Room #100
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It's not the most romantic, or passionate, or perfect reunion in the world. There are the common problems that come with two people reacquainting themselves with each other, plus the nervousness of a novice and the eagerness of a man who's waited ten years for this moment.
However, their second go round goes off with much better success, for both parties. It's a learning process, committed with whispers and moans, gentle fingertips and patient bodies. Affection, tenderness, and devotion between two people not without their failings, but who haven't completely forgotten what it feels like to work together.
It's past sundown at this point, a red sunset painting the walls of Kate's room as Doc sleeps soundly in a tangle of sheets and blankets. The light breakfast Bar had brought up to the room earlier has been picked at, and now Kate is sitting on the back of the armchair again, a silk robe wrapped around her body and her hair loose at her shoulders, as she watches the sky burn.
It's not the most romantic, or passionate, or perfect reunion in the world. There are the common problems that come with two people reacquainting themselves with each other, plus the nervousness of a novice and the eagerness of a man who's waited ten years for this moment.
However, their second go round goes off with much better success, for both parties. It's a learning process, committed with whispers and moans, gentle fingertips and patient bodies. Affection, tenderness, and devotion between two people not without their failings, but who haven't completely forgotten what it feels like to work together.
It's past sundown at this point, a red sunset painting the walls of Kate's room as Doc sleeps soundly in a tangle of sheets and blankets. The light breakfast Bar had brought up to the room earlier has been picked at, and now Kate is sitting on the back of the armchair again, a silk robe wrapped around her body and her hair loose at her shoulders, as she watches the sky burn.
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"When'd y'know you was fallin' in love with her?"
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"Probably 'bout the time I'd stay up nights wonderin' what I could do t'git her away from Murphy so that I could have her for myself. It was crazy...but I knew it was right."
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She closes her eyes, and sighs.
"Tell me more."
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As her fingers slide across his skin, it occasionally jumps and shivers at the contact - but not in a bad way.
Doc thinks.
"She taught me how to speak Chinese...sort of. I was never really any good at it...just knew enough t'git by if I needed to give her parents a message, or somethin'. That was hard. I never quite knew was people were sayin', sometimes...she'd translate, but it was still strange. She hated my guns, so I kept 'em in a drawer of the dresser...drove me crazy for awhile, not havin' them on me. I got used to it."
Another brief pause.
"She loved Jonathan with all she had, though. He looked like her more than he did me. I think sometimes she was grateful that he wasn't blonde...I know she would have loved him just as much if he had been, though."
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For a long time she remains quiet, her mind too busy in deep contemplation to form proper words.
"Tell me 'bout him."
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He missed quite a bit - too much - of that boy's life and childhood. He's thirteen now, wherever he is - and that thought gives Doc pause. It's strange, almost an adult...when all he can see is a tiny black haired boy.
"It was hot as blazes in the city, the day he was born. I don't know if I've ever been so nervous, sittin' out in the livin' room of her parents' apartment and waitin', not gettin' no word 'cept for bein' able to hear her cryin' 'cause it hurt so much. I was scared t'death the whole time I was waitin' for him to be born and I was scared t'death the moment they told me that he had been, and that he was alright.
"He was small...I remember how red he was...not much hair, 'cept for a real fine layer all over the top of his head...dark as night. His eyes were real dark, too."
Doc shifts one arm, moving his right elbow slightly with a nod.
"He's got a tiny little birthmark on the outside of his arm. It looked strange on his pale skin, once he wasn't so red no more. No other marks on his body."
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(One hand unconsciously slips to her belly as she imagines what it must be like to grow new life in your womb.)
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that you'll take the best care of 'em that you can
"I broke that promise to my boy, the day I got arrested."
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He swallows hard, pushing down the emotion in his voice.
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"'ave y'ever thought about goin' back t'see them?"
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His lips press against the skin beside her eyebrow, contact featherlight, before he sighs.
"I thought 'bout goin' back south, goin' home, too. It just...I don't know if they'd even want t'see me."
He doesn't clarify who 'they' is.
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She's not quite sure what to say.
Eventually, she settles back down against his breast, nuzzling in close and using him like a big body pillow.
"They'd want t'see you."
Her words, though soft, are firm.
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It's not a 'no', and it's not an excuse, either. Just a statement of fact.
It's especially true, now that he's got her in his arms again.
He begins to trail his hand along her spine.
"But you're probably right. You are, right."
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alone...
Yeah. She knows the feeling.
"He pulled an onion cart."
She swallows thickly, staring out at some far-off part of the room as she remembers warmer, fonder days not that far removed.
"Grew 'em up on the other side of town, past the lake. His own secret spot; said 'the water flowed uphill.'"
She smiles wanly.
"Said lots of things like that. He always smelled sweet, like fresh turned dirt and sweet water."
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"Best onions in town?"
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"Wouldn't use anythin' else. They were the sweetest onions I ever tasted.
"He knew Poe, an' Longfellow, an' Byron. He'd come t'the schoolhouse every day, t'fix things, and we'd talk for hours. His voice was so sweet. Most'a times I couldn't get through the first line in a poem, 'fore he was recitin' it by memory. God, he was so smart."
She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing on.
"And he thought y'did a right fine job on them desks y'fixed," she mumbles through a watery smile.
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"Wish I'd had the honor of meetin' him. Any man who can recite Poe from memory is surely someone I'd admire."
There would be other reasons too, of course - as long as Sam made her happy.
(He knows Sam would have made her happier than he ever will.)
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"I didn't mean t'fall in love. It jus' happened so easily."
Her fingers curl into a fist at his back, and her voice drops so low it's barely audible anymore.
"He made me feel safe.
"An' wanted."
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he made me feel safe
and wanted
Did he not?
He tightens his hold on her, ever-so-slightly.
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"When did you know it was love?"
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"When... when I went home, just before..."
She pauses, nuzzling her face in deeper, wishing she could hide away.
Wishing she could disappear.
"You an' I had fought, 'bout Yen an' Jonathan. I was so hurt. An' I went home an' he wasn't there, and I needed him. I didn't know it, but I did.
"When he came back, an' I heard him out in the street peddlin' his wares, I didn't even hesitate. I ran t'him, and he... s'like he put a bandage 'round my broken heart. He kissed me, an' I think that's when I knew... I knew he was more t'me than I wanted to admit.
"He made me whole 'gain."
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"Makin' y'whole 'gain...s'what love is best at," he murmurs.
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"An' look what it got 'im."
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Doc shakes his head.
"That was hate, that got Sam killed."
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Her face feels hot, but her body feels almost chilled as she clings to him.
"I'm sorry. T'you both."
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