She's enjoying the solitude and relative quiet of camp while Gene's gone. This is... not quite as easy as she'd told herself it would be.
"Jesus, Kate."
She smooths her hand down her belly and pulls in a cleansing breath, dropping a meager armful of brush and twigs near the fire pit. She can count on one hand the number of time she's been alone with a man who wasn't Doc. She's so far outside her comfort zone, she's not sure what to do. Especially given how mixed up Gene can make her feel. If things go on like this, they're bound to get sticky.
Uncomfortable. They're bound to get uncomfortable.
The horses are making some noise, and so she steps over to investigate and soothe them. And then she hears him calling her name.
no subject
"Jesus, Kate."
She smooths her hand down her belly and pulls in a cleansing breath, dropping a meager armful of brush and twigs near the fire pit. She can count on one hand the number of time she's been alone with a man who wasn't Doc. She's so far outside her comfort zone, she's not sure what to do. Especially given how mixed up Gene can make her feel. If things go on like this, they're bound to get sticky.
Uncomfortable. They're bound to get uncomfortable.
The horses are making some noise, and so she steps over to investigate and soothe them. And then she hears him calling her name.
"Trouble?"
Her hand's already on her six.