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]

"Well, that's because most men don't realize what an honor it is t'be able t'run their hands through the finest strands of pure gold in the world," he comments. "And most'a them ain't got my delicate touch, y'see. So they don't deserve it."

Sometimes he doesn't even think he deserves it.

[ikissdhimbck]

She quirks an eyebrow without opening her eyes.

"S'that right?"

The amusement comes out clear in her soft voice.

"Guess that means I'm lucky, huh? Findin' a fella with such skilled hands."

[scurlock]

"Know how t'handle the pen and the gun...I got very skilled hands."

He's teasing (mostly) and she'll be able to hear the smile in his voice.

After several moments of playing with working with her hair, he drops his hands to her shoulders, smoothing his fingers over her robe as he starts to rub at them.

He'll get to the brush in a moment. Now, she needs a neckrub.

[ikissdhimbck]

Slowly, her head lulls to one side, and as her mouth falls open a quiet groan escapes.

Goosebumps are now cropping up on every inch of her skin.

"S'... s'not what you... you said..." a quiet gasp, "...don't stop."

[scurlock]

"I didn't intend t'stop anytime soon."

He can feel the tension in her shoulders and her neck, and works to urge it away. His fingers brush her hair over her shoulder, and he leans in close to press his lips against the back of her neck as he massages her shoulders.

[ikissdhimbck]

It's just not fair.

Speak to a girl like that, kiss her like that, and now touch her the way he's touching her? She arches her back, leaning into his touch, moving her head to give his mouth better access to her skin.

"God."

Her skin is tingling under that sheer silk.

[scurlock]

"Y'gotta helluva lotta tension in these here shoulders, believe I should take care'a that 'fore I git t'comin' out your hair."

He's not like most men.

He likes it that way.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Mmmmm."



That's certainly not a complaint.

She curls her hands against her belly, breathing deep as he slowly turns her into a raw, short-circuiting mess of wires.

(She likes it, too.)

[scurlock]

"So y'just relax now, and let me take care'a you, darlin'."

He presses another lingering kiss to her neck, lips brushing over her spine, before settles back and focus his attention on his hands.

[ikissdhimbck]

She shivers when his mouth ghosts over her spine, licking suddenly too-dry lips with a tongue that feels like cotton.

She nods, and her head slowly rolls forward until she's exposed every digit of her spinal column to him.

She trusts him.

"Yer so good t'me."

One hand moves back, coming to rest against his knee.

[scurlock]

"I'm only doin' what you deserve. You deserve a man who treats you right, who takes care of you...without holdin' you back from your spirit."

He hopes he does that.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'don'... don't..."

He finds a sore muscle, and she moans. Her fingers curl into the outside of his thigh, and the warm folds of her robe.

"Y'treat me right. Too right. Oh, Doc, my body's on fire."

[scurlock]

"If y'want me to stop, I will."

He doubts she does, which is why he traces her spine as his hands sink to her back.

[ikissdhimbck]

She doesn't answer. Not straight away, at least.

She arches her back in response to his touch, yet more soft moans leaving her mouth.




"No, don't stop."

[scurlock]

Doc keeps his hands above the midpoint of her back, and stays away from the sensitive zones at her waist and hips -- knowing exactly what that would do to her, and how unfair it would be.

He seeks out knots and works to remove them, varying light strokes with firm pressure.

[ikissdhimbck]

And Kate doesn't speak for the duration of it; she couldn't even if she wanted to. What he's doing to her feels so good, it's too difficult to focus on anything else.

Eventually she gives up trying entirely, just letting his hands mold and control her, carried away by the sensations he's awakening in her flesh.

Her fingers stay firm at his thigh, pressing into his skin when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, and wandering the soft flannel of his sleep pants when he hasn't.

[scurlock]

The fingers pressing into his thigh remind him of the touch of her hand against his waist, the feeling of her palm against his stomach, and the closeness of her body against his as they wrestled in the snow.

He shivers.

"Feelin' better?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Much."



She doesn't shift or move; she doesn't even open her eyes. But the barest hint of a smile crosses her mouth. Perhaps he can hear it in her next words.


"Shall I do you now?"

[scurlock]

"Let me brush your hair, first? I certainly won't turn you down, though."

He reaches for the brush on the bed and sweeps her hair back over her shoulder.

[ikissdhimbck]

She responds only with another soft moan, but it's hard to tell whether it's disappointment or pleasure in the sound.

It doesn't really matter; she certainly isn't going to turn him down.

"Y'really have a knack fer gettin' into trouble with those hands of yers, y'know," she murmurs, her voice deep and husky.

[scurlock]

He loves it when her voice sounds like that, which is why he leans in to press a kiss against her ear.

"I know how to git outta trouble with 'em, too."

[ikissdhimbck]

There are so many chills ripping through her skin at this point, it's useless trying to keep track.

"S'that right?" she breathes, sounding more than a little dubious.

It's time for her other hand to circle back and mimic the placement of the first, thumbs running along the inseam of his britches on both inner-thighs.

"Yer gonna hafta teach me that trick."

[scurlock]

"I'll t-teach y'everythin' I know."

A quiet groan escapes his mouth as sighs, pulling back as he begins to brush through the strands of her hair, working out any tangles.

[ikissdhimbck]

"I'll hold y'to that."

She sighs contentedly. There are few things in life more comforting to a woman than the feeling of someone playing with her hair.

[scurlock]

He's quiet while he begins his 'work', but after a few moments he's humming that old ballad under his breath, savoring the stillness of the room.

No words, just the tune.