OOM: Room #100 - for Doc Scurlock

[ikissdhimbck]

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It's been a while since Kate has spent any considerable amount of time in her own room, so it has remained rather tidy. The only real exceptions are a stack of clean laundry on her desk chair she hasn't gotten to yet, and the bedspread, which is a little disheveled from stolen naps here and there between checking on and being with Doc. On her desk is the book of poetry she had taken from his room, along with the little orange paper crane that marks her place. The poetry and favors from the wake are spread out, including several little steel green cranes, which sit awkward and deformed in some small way ('first attempts' at origami that weren't so bad as to throw away). There's also a rather extraordinary little music box, and a half-eaten box of chocolate. On the table in the corner, there are a few newspapers and posters, handmade notes about Cuero, and the like.

The real focus of attention, however, is the bathroom; complete with all its fancy little soaps, and relaxing scents, and nice, hot water. That's Kate's focus, at least, once she unlocks her door and steps inside.

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[scurlock]

He responds without words, but with actions; ducking his head to allow his mouth better access to the hollow of her throat, he wraps his arm around her a bit more securely (possessively) and pulls her closer.

[ikissdhimbck]

Another gasp, and this time she can't restrain the quiet moan that escapes her mouth.

The hand that's not currently knotted in his hair is clutching tightly at her towel, oh-so-tempted to let go so she can wrap herself around his body, but protectively keeping the knot in the terrycloth in place.

"I love you. I'd do anythin' for you."

[scurlock]

"And I'd do anythin' for you. M'completely yours, darlin'."

The close proximity of their bodies, plus the earlier 'wrestling match' in the snow outside, is giving Doc motivation to 'convince her' to get rid of that towel so he can show her just how much he loves her.

But he won't, not now.

I'm not going to screw this up.

"Completely," he kisses her again. "Yours."

[ikissdhimbck]

She tips her head in the other direction, so she can claim his mouth with her own. It's not an innocent peck or a tender smooch -- her typical fare, since he's been back. It's deep and probing -- not rough, or overly aggressive, but passionate and sincere, pouring all her gratitude and affection for him into one, sweet, lingering gesture.

When they break, she continues to pepper his mouth with gentle kisses, tongue and teeth lingering over his lips. Her hand slips from his hair to rest against his cheek, her thumb brushing tender strokes under his eye.

"You mean so much t'me," she murmurs against his moist skin, unable to pull away. "So much."

[scurlock]

"Y'mean..."

Everything.

His words are cut off by a quiet groan as a shiver rips down his spine; his cold skin is practically on fire everywhere her lips and hands touch.

He wants more of it -- needs more of it.

[ikissdhimbck]

There's a warning bell ringing distantly, somewhere in the back of her mind.

You have to tell him.

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, ignoring the thought. She won't get carried away; she won't. She just wants to keep him close for a little while, to feel his mouth on hers, to feel that pleasant warmth in the pit of her stomach.

She feels as if she might break, should she leave his embrace.

[scurlock]

He continues to kiss her, mouth pressing firmly against hers. Passion and a hint of possession, to remind her of his promise.

Don't take it too far.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss -- but not the embrace.

"Yours."

[ikissdhimbck]

She spends a long time just trying to catch her breath, eyes closed to the world so she can better concentrate on the warmth of his body and the tingle in her spine.

She licks her lips to savor his taste, and nods, before opening her eyes again.

She doesn't need to tell him that she's his; it's written all over her face, and spoken in the wordless way she lets him possess her.

"Y'... y'still wanted t'warm up a bit?"

[scurlock]

"Well, m'pretty warm now," he admits, a sly smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth.

Doc shakes his head.

"Could use t'shower, real quick...if you're sure y'don't mind?"

[ikissdhimbck]

There's a soft blush in her cheeks from her own 'heat'. She smirks lopsidedly, and nods her head.

"Don't mind. I'll jus' gather my things up an' be outta your hair."

It'll give her some time and space to calm down -- which, at this point, she desperately needs.

Reluctantly, she steps back and gathers her clothes.

[scurlock]

Doc nods, but glances over his shoulder once she's walked out of the bathroom.

"Don't y'forget y'promised t'let me comb your hair," he says, smile on his features as he shrugs the towel off of his shoulders.

[ikissdhimbck]

What she thinks, is she's already plenty turned on as it is without his hands playing in her hair.

What she says, however, is "You can bet I won't, cowboy."

She lets out a slow breath once she hears the shower running, carding a hand through her wet and tangled knots.

(Those words pretty much describe her in general, right now: wet, and tangled in knots.)

[scurlock]

He leaves the door open a crack in case she needs to slip into the bathroom to fetch anything, and then steps into the shower, swallowing down a groan as the hot water hits his chilled skin.

He'll wash up, in a moment. For now, he'll just savor the hot water on his tired muscles.

(And try to calm the raging fire burning in his chest.)

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate slips on her silk dressing gown so she can wrap her towel around her hair, and distractedly makes her way around the room.

She can't concentrate on any one thing.

Eventually, she manages clean knickers and sets herself on the edge of her bed to apply lotion to her skin, relieved when the tremble finally leaves her fingertips.

[scurlock]

For awhile, the only sound that is in the bathroom is that of the running water.

Until he starts to sing, that is.

It's quiet, at first, but if she listens close enough she might be able to make out the words; it's an old cowboy ballad he doesn't know the name of, but it doesn't matter.

[ikissdhimbck]

Her hands pause over her knee when she thinks she hears his voice.





She smiles when she realizes he's singing.

She finishes up with the lotion, singing along -- she knows the song, because Jim would sometimes sing while working in the stables alone -- and then moves for the bathroom door.

She leans back against the doorjamb and closes her eyes, just savoring the moment.

[scurlock]

He knows he's going to smell like her, once he's through -- even though Bar sent up soap, with those hot towels -- but he doesn't mind.

(He loves the way she smells after she steps out of the shower, which might explain why he always offers to fix her hair.)

The shower shuts off a moment later, and he continues to sing as he grabs a towel and dries his skin.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'missed yer calling," she calls from the other side of the door, laughing quietly.

[scurlock]

He cuts off singing, and then laughs.

"I did not," he protests.

His back is to the door as he reaches up to towel off his hair.

[ikissdhimbck]

She catches a flash of skin from the crack in the door, before snapping her attention forward again. She bites her lip, and grins.

"You did," she argues, moving back toward the bed. "I love your voice."

[scurlock]

He wraps the towel around his shoulders after pulling on the pajama pants, toweling his arms dry before he tosses the towel down onto the rack.

(He still doesn't bother with a shirt.)

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'better not leave a mess!"

That's right, Doc. Fear the angry!wife voice.



She'll more than make up for it with the vision she presents, once he leaves the bathroom. She's stretched out on her bed in that silk robe, with her brush laying next to her.

Just calling his name.

[scurlock]

He stops in the doorway, brushing the hair back out of his eyes.

And then he smiles.

"...y'always take my breath away."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Always?"

She pats the empty (lonely) side of the bed.

[scurlock]

"Always. Even when I'm dreamin' of you."

He makes his way over to the bed and crawls onto the empty side, settling against the headboard.