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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[ikissdhimbck]

She sighs happily at the tender touch.

"Can't imagine."

Her hand sinks back down his body, rubbing his ribs all the way to his waist. She then curls her arm around him to get at his low back.

"I think if y'had... I might'a run off with you t'Colorada, then an' there. Would'a made y'take me on them adventures of yours."

[scurlock]

He grins.

"I think if you'd have done that, your daddy would have been leadin' the posse t'come hunt my hide down and git y'back."

As much fun as they might have had, it wouldn't have ended well.

Doc smirks, and looks at her.

"Guess we'll have t'just settle for runnin' away t'gether now, then."

[ikissdhimbck]

Her eyes are shining with equal parts laughter and adoration.

"Guess so."

Her hand pauses just east of his spine.

"Lay on your belly, honey?"

[scurlock]

He shifts on the bed, taking a moment to get situated on his stomach, arms stretched out and tucked under the pillow he rests his head on.

"Play nice."

No tickling.

[ikissdhimbck]

She laughs wickedly, shifting up onto her hip.

"Wouldn't dream of anythin' else."

Of course, Doc may disagree when her hands go from slow, tender strokes up and down the length of his back, to his shoulders where she returns the favor for his earlier neck rub.

Of course, to get at the right angle, this means she has to slip her leg over the small of his back and straddle his waist, her meager weight balanced on his hips.

As she rubs his shoulders, she leans down until her lips are at his ear.

"Where we gonna run 'way together, cowboy?"

[scurlock]

He is very grateful for the fact that his hips are pressed against the mattress, and not her body, for a variety of reasons.

(Most of which are probably pretty obvious, given how his fingers curl around the fabric of the pillowcase.)

"M'gonna show y'the world, darlin'. Wherever y'like t'go."

[ikissdhimbck]

She kneads the tension out of his muscles, keeping her touch tender but firm enough to work out the knots. She may be small and delicate, but she doesn't have weak hands by any stretch.

"The whole world?"

[scurlock]

"All of it."

He's not too tense, but there are obvious spots of soreness here and there.

Doc groans as her fingers connect with a knot, fingers curling tighter in the pillowcase.

[ikissdhimbck]

As he had done with her, earlier, she focuses on that knot with the heels of her thumbs, until she can feel it uncoil under her touch.

She brushes her lips against the nape of his neck as her fingers dance down his ribs.

"We'd better git started, then."

They've got a lot of ground to cover.

Together.

[scurlock]

"Whenev....whenever y'wanna go. I got nothin' but open desert ahead of me out'n...out...the door."

Electricity shudders down his spine. If he had the ability to show it via sparks, he might catch the bedsheets on fire.

He presses his face into the pillow and attempts to hide a plaintive whimper from her, but fails.

He's incredibly sore, but that feels so good.

[ikissdhimbck]

She breathes a quiet chuckle at the sound of that whimper, and clucks her tongue with a soft 'aww.'

"My poor baby."

She probably sounds more apologetic than she actually feels; turn about's fair play, after all.

"Y'been so tight, ever since y'got back," she murmurs into his skin, before placing another kiss between his shoulders.

She slowly scoots her body down until she's straddling the backs of his thighs, hands working over his low back.

"Think your body's still tryin' t'catch up."

[scurlock]

"M'catchin' up jus'fine, y'just can't quite tell atta moment, cuz m'lyin' like this..."

His words are muttered in an amused, devious tone -- tempered with the obvious signs of 'weakness'. She has him under her control.

For now, anyway.

[ikissdhimbck]

Her mouth pulls into a crooked grin. The deviousness in his voice is hard to miss, even tempered as it is. And, if that's the way he wants to play...

She bends over his back, leaving lingering kisses in the wake of her hands, until her lips find themselves at his waist.

"S'that right?"

She drags her teeth over the skin just north of his hipbone.

[scurlock]

"Ah, yes--"

Doc squeezes his eyes shut as he squirms against the mattress, trying to focus on anything other than the way she's making him feel (incredible) and the sensations coursing through his veins.

[ikissdhimbck]

His response elicits a moan from her, a quiet little sound that shudders from the back of her throat before she even realizes it.

"On second thought..."

Her hands climb up his back, turning his skin pink as the blood circulates through the flesh. Down they come again, over his ribs, circling around to his tummy until they're pinned between his body and the mattress.

"I don't wanna go anywhere, just yet."

[scurlock]

"Not goin' nowhere tonight, stayin' here in bed with you."

And possibly tomorrow morning, as well.

The skin on his stomach twitches under her touch.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Am I selfish?"

She nuzzles the gentle dip of his side, where his ribcage falls away to muscle.

"Wantin' t'keep you to myself?"

[scurlock]

"Oh, no...y'ain't selfish. You're smart, 'cause all I want t'do is be kept here."

His words fall from his tongue in a hint of a ramble, but it's okay because she'll understand why.

[ikissdhimbck]

She smirks.

The tips of her fingers find the hem of his bottoms, and tuck themselves underneath.

"It's safe, here."

She scatters more lingering kisses over his skin, though there's a sense of desperation to them, now.

"I know what's gonna happen."

There aren't any surprises.

There aren't any bad guys.

[scurlock]

Doc unfolds his arms from under the pillow, slipping one hand down alongside her arm until his fingers tangle with her own at his waist.

"Y'said you weren't sure if I wanted you...well I do. S'more'n just need...s'want."

[ikissdhimbck]

She sighs softly.




Squeezing his hand before letting go, she eases herself back up and resettles her hands around his shoulders.

"Y'wanna hear a secret?"

Her lips feather the edge of his ear.

[scurlock]

"Of course, darlin'."

Doc closes his eyes as a wave of goosebumps rises on his neck, hair standing on end.

[ikissdhimbck]

Her hands move to his neck to chase those goosebumps away, rubbing the tired muscles there tenderly. She brushes her nose along his ear.

"I want you, too."

She swallows softly, and smirks.

[scurlock]

He feels like there's an unspoken 'but' there, somewhere between her words.

"Well it ain't like m'goin' anywhere soon."

[ikissdhimbck]

"You said that already."

She smiles against his skin, pressing a few tentative kisses against the patch of skin behind his ear.


After a pause, her voice grows even softer.

"Say it again?"