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]

"Good or bad."

He nods, slowly.

"M'with you."

[ikissdhimbck]

Her fingers curl against his sides.

But she doesn't speak for a long while.




Eventually, she relaxes.

"Okay."

Beat.

"Why don't y'git some sleep? 'Parently we have all the time in the world t'talk."

[scurlock]

"You should try'n sleep too, I love wakin' up here in your arms, like this."

He smiles gently.

"Safe."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Okay."

Maybe she'll sleep -- later. She's too keyed up right now to close her eyes and even think about not thinking, but she's not about to tell him that.

She snuggles into his bare chest, ear over his heart, watching over him.

"Next time y'start a snow fight, you better prepare yourself for war."

That's a promise.

[scurlock]

Doc laughs under his breath.

"Next time I start a war?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"You did start it!"

[scurlock]

"I did, y'just distracted me so much that I...had other things on my mind."

He offers her a small smile, a little bashful in his expression.

[ikissdhimbck]

Pause.




She smiles crookedly, fingers twitching at his waist.

"When was this?"

[scurlock]

"When we was wrasslin'."

[ikissdhimbck]

'Wrasslin'.'


She giggles, amused.


"That all?"

[scurlock]

"Well...when y'was..."

He blushes a deeper hue of scarlet, voice trailing off.

"When y'was kissin' me all over, felt like heaven, didn't care that I was lyin' in a snowpile."

[ikissdhimbck]

She, of course, knows all this already. But she can't resist the opportunity to tease him some.

"T'be honest," she whispers, tipping her head to leave slow, wet kisses across his breast, "when y'had me in your arms in the washroom, I thought I was gonna burst into flames. An' hearin' y'moan my name..."

Her hands curl into fists at his waist with the memory.

[scurlock]

He swallows down a moan as her hands curl into those fists; aching for her fingertips against his hips, wishing that she'd touch him.

"Yeah, I know the feelin'," he rasps.

Kind of how he's feeling right now, actually.

[ikissdhimbck]

Her mouth stills over his collarbone. She stills for a long moment, just breathing in his scent.

"T'be honest..."

She sighs, laying her cheek flat against his breast again. Her thumb is feathering his waist.

"...I'm relieved."

[scurlock]

"Y'are?"

Doc smiles and reaches down, his hand coming to rest against the small of her back, fingers trailing along her spine.

[ikissdhimbck]

Without lifting her head, she nods.

"I wasn't sure y'wanted me anymore."

She draws her hand back, until her palm is covering his bellybutton and her fingers are tracing his scar.

Her mouth quirks softly.

"But I can see I was wrong. It was silly of me t'worry."

[scurlock]

His skin is jumping under her touch, and he shivers as a warm shudder ripples its way down his spine.

(That scar has always been sensitive. Now, it especially is.)

"I'll always...want you. Always."

Doc closes his eyes and tips his head back against the mattress, pulling in a gentle breath.

[ikissdhimbck]

She knows he's not lying.

(She can tell from the pleasured reaction she's getting out of him. It's not fair, really. She knows all of his spots -- or, at least, all of his future spots, but they seem to be working just fine right now -- but he has yet to learn hers.

But he's learning fast.)

"Even when I'm old an' gray?"

She gently drags her nails across that scar, tickling the damaged skin.

[scurlock]

That gets a groan out of him.



"...g-grey, white, don'matter what color y'are, darlin'."

[ikissdhimbck]

She chuckles quietly.

She considers kissing the hollow of his throat, wanting to hear more of that smoke-and-a-shot-glass whisper he reserves just for her, but decides against it. She presses her lips to the old scar on his left shoulder instead, and carefully scoots up his body.

She's sharing his pillow when she comes to rest, watching every expression, every emotion, flicker over his face.

"Y'know what I've missed?"

[scurlock]

"Hmm?"

He's lost in thought, words tangling with sensation in his mind.

"Whas'it y'missed, darlin'."

[ikissdhimbck]

She pauses, smiling at him.

When she doesn't answer right away, he turns his head and meets her eyes.


"When y'came back so much older, you was... confident. Hardened. Sure. Y'knew what y'wanted. An' y'knew how t'get it."

She drags her hand up his body, letting her fingers trace his bottom lip. She reaches up to the cuff of his ear.

"S'been a while since I've seen y'blush. That bashful look y'git in your eyes whenever we're touchin'. The shy slur of your words when yer embarrassed. Reminds me of the first day we met. You ducked your head t'hide your eyes, and the tips of your ears turned pink."

Her smile broadens.

"S'the first time I've felt my heart skip a beat."

[scurlock]

His ears are more than just pink right now -- they're practically gone scarlet, thanks to the pounding heartbeat raging in his chest and the fire burning in his belly.

"I don't blush."

Doc attempts to be serious as he says it, clearing his throat to regain his true voice.

(And then he ducks his head to lower his eyes, laughing nervously under his breath.)

[ikissdhimbck]

She's out and out grinning by the time he clears his throat.

"Well, that's a shame," she whispers, attempting solemnity through the mirth in her eyes. "Considerin' I think that's the moment I fell in love with you. Considerin' how beautiful I think y'are."

Now it's her turn to glance away shyly.

"Handsome, I mean."

[scurlock]

He looks up, again.

"Really?"

A beat.

"You...y'think that?"



Maybe he blushes sometimes, then. Just for her.