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Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow ([personal profile] ikissdhimbck) wrote2011-06-25 11:40 am

AU: Oakville, Texas. The morning after.

**NOTE: This is part of a plot arc that was meant to occur in Milliways over the Spring/Summer of 2011 in Bar Time. It has since become an AU, and should be treated as a standalone plot not associated with any game, and not fitting into Kate's continuity.**



Kate doesn't sleep well. Once she gets to her room and undresses (for the last time tonight), slips on her chemise, and slides into bed (alone), she finds she can't stop playing their conversation out again and again. As she stares at the ceiling in her darkened room, driving their words so deep into her memory it'll be a while yet before she can erase them, she finds herself growing more and more agitated.

Stupid man.

Stupid drink.


Stupid her.


She wakes up later than she normally does. The light outside her window is already starting to yellow, hinting closer to seven o'clock than to six. She rises and gets dressed, mind still cranking, making sure she looks a smidgen more 'respectable' than when they first rode in. More womanly. More businesslike. And by the time she's finished she has a rehearsed speech all set in her mind. This constant arguing is pointless, and she won't do it anymore.

She steps out into the hall, catching sight of her wearied boots on worn and shabby carpeting. The rug was likely quite fine in its day, but like the knotted old wood it's trying to hide it's grown bedraggled and thin. She contemplates knocking on his door and quickly dismisses the idea. Her day doesn't hinge on whether or not Gene Hunt is happy with her.

She makes her way down to the dining room where the senorita from yesterday is cleaning shot glasses and tumblers, asks for a hot breakfast, and sits herself down at a table.

"Has my associate been down this mornin'?"

"No, ma'am. Only you."

Kate nods.

And waits.



By noon Gene still hasn't come down. She wonders if this is ordinary for him, but she's run out of reasons to linger in the bar without looking like a fool. She leaves a few coins for the barmaid, and debates whether she should go on and head out and just hope he gets the idea whenever he comes to. No. Things are mendable, ignorable, and shouldn't be left to fester simply because of their pride.

She scales the stairs and stops in front of his door, takes a breath, and resists rolling her eyes. She reminds herself that this is the last time this is going to happen. By god, this is the last time. And she knocks.

There's no answer.


She knocks again.


Perhaps he slipped out early, and no one noticed he left? She figures he wouldn't bother to tell her, especially if he's upset about last night. He could've just decided to take a look around town, or — 

Her heart sinks.


Or he could've gone back to The Bar.


She opens his door — it's unlocked, just like he said it would be — and takes a look inside.

"Gene?"

He's definitely not here. Perhaps it should be comforting to note that his bags are still in the room. It doesn't look like he bothered to pack or clean up. But he's gone, along with his coat, which leaves only two equally unhappy possibilities. He's gone back to Milliways, left, had enough of her and this; or he's out, and likely been out all night. All night with...


She rubs at her forehead. Sighs heavily. Sits on the edge of his bed and just... just sits.

Her rehearsed apology and the amendment she planned to offer suddenly feel utterly childish. She feels utterly childish, for so whole-heartedly believing she was going to set things right. For actually believing, after so many failed attempts to overcome her doubts, her worries, this  —  this curse she can't ignore despite how fervently people tell her to, that she could get it together long enough not to mess another good thing up.

She considers feeling angry. For the briefest second, she does. But then all she feels is disappointed. It was never going to be part of the deal to let him in enough for her to get hurt. She wasn't going to care when everything went to hell. And eventually it would, she knew that, and that was okay. It is okay. This all blew up in their faces, just like it was always going to. And she's still okay with it. It's fine.


Just don't mind the gnawing ache in the pit of her stomach.
the_gene_genie: (LoM - Heh/Smirking/Good One)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorfles a laugh against her, which is OK, because he needs to breathe anyway.

'What, you'd be yellin' for me? We'll have t'try it.'

Enough of a break. He gets back to it, teasing and flicking, rubbing inside her. He can't decide whether it'll be better to bring her off again, or just wait until she's nothing but a ball of melted nerve endings, and go for it then.

Decisions decisions.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He mumbles something that could be 'gives me the horn', but seeing as he's not stopping what he's doing, she'll probably not hear it.

He can't ignore the rhythm she's fallen into, and he can't get out of it either. Doesn't want to; she tastes good, and bugger it, it's her first time, so why spoil it now?
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)





Result.

He rocks back onto his heels, absently wiping his mouth off on his forearm, watching her face with a look of amusement on his own. He gives her a minute - just a minute - and then crawls back up on to the bed next to her and kisses her neck.

'OK, then?'
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
'Absolutely anythin' you like.'

Seriously. Anything. As long as it's something. He's already pulling one of her hands down between his legs, groaning quietly as he runs his mouth up her jaw, and moves to press her legs open again with the obvious intention of moving between them.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He let's out an indeterminate sort of noise into her mouth when she takes him in hand, and does move now, sliding easily on top of her without breaking lip contact.

'We'll see, eh?'

He hasn't made a woman come three times in an hour for bloody years. He's not going to complain either way.

He raises himself up, braced on his hands again, pushing firmly into her grip. The playful amusement that he's been wearing on his face has dropped away, replaced with something more urgent.

'G'on, luv. Slip him in.'
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a hitch in the breath he lets out when she rubs him against her, and while he'd like to be able to just do this now, he knows he has to be careful. Ready or not, he's not about to go too hard and hurt her.

So he eases forward, feels some resistance, pulls back, nudges forward again. There's give, this time, so he presses on but Christ, this is going to be hard. Or really, really good, he can't decide yet. He's barely breached her and it already feels like she's squeezing the life out of him.

'...Christ luv, you are tighter than a virgin Catholic schoolgirl on a first date.'

'...you OK?'
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Her staying silent isn't the most encouraging, but he has to take her word for it. Later, he might admit that in part, it's because he doesn't want to stop. But right now, he's going with trusting her to tell the truth.

He keeps his eyes on her face as he pushes in and pulls back, pushes further, using the natural lube of two orgasms to hopefully ease it for both of them. Maybe it would work better if he went faster, but he can't risk it, so it's slow and...excruciating, in a great kind of way. She is so tight and it's not comfortable, but all the hints are there that if they can get past this, then it'll be amazing. His breath is already coming hard with the effort of restraint, her skin feels sticky against his in the heat of the room, and she is slowly, gloriously, crushing him to death.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-03 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He's trying his best, really his best, to take it slow and he does hold back more when she asks him to. Snail's-pace slow, so that all the good bits of this are stacking up inside his muscles and nerves, with nowhere to go. He has no idea whether she's enjoying it or not, whether those few moans are from pleasure or pain, but her hand is in his hair and she's not telling him to stop.

Until she does. He can't argue with those thighs, rock-hard as they are from a lifetime of horseriding. If they say he's not going any further, then he's not going any further.

'...yeah. OK.'

He pulls back, out of her, hissing with the way she drags at him. Fight to get in, fight to get out. It's the story of her all over, really. But he's happy enough to sprawl on to his back, reaching for her at once, with his other hand reassuring Sergeant Rock that it's all going to be OK. (Got to keep his self-esteem up. Very important, that.)
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-04 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
His kiss is hungry and insistent, his hands roam her body as soon as she's straddling him, hips and ribs and breasts. They stay there while her hands run down him, a pout on his lips that disappears as soon as she's got her hand on his cock again, melting into something pained and desperate when she sinks down on him again.

One hand falls away to grip the sheets, and he groans, pushing up to meet her as she clenches around him again. He can't help it, can't control it.


'...you alright? Not hurtin'?'

He fairly gasps it out, arching up again, gripping her hips to keep her steady. It's still almost painful but it's almost making it better, somehow.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-04 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
He squeezes his eyes shut while her mouth plays over his chest. He's exercising more restraint than he knew he had, waiting like this. The relief when she starts to move is glorious for him too, but then she stops again, and readjusts and he's reduced to breathing hard to tamp down the desire.

But it's OK. She's finding what works for her and it's fine. It's just torture as well, because she's right on the most sensitive bit of him, rocking where it feels best. He attempts to distract himself by watching her face, but it doesn't really help. No escaping the fact that he's flat on his back with a beautiful girl riding him.

'Suits ya, this. You look good up there.'
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-04 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
He snorts a breathless laugh, half in surprise. He's never heard her swear like that before. Not sure he likes it but hell, if there were ever a situation that called for it...

'It'll get easier.'

He doesn't know if it will. Not for sure. It should, but he's not going to try and put her off the prospect. He wants the opportunity to do this again, and again, and some more after that. Every time she speeds up a little it brings the promise of all kinds of heaven. It's probably lucky that she's this tight really; if there weren't that element of discomfort, he'd have a hard time controlling this.

He needs distraction. If she's going to start groaning, he needs to not think about it. It's hard enough now, when she's still going so slow, with them both slippery with sweat and heat and, at least in his case, bone-deep arousal that's ready to ignite properly.

'You really never 'ad a bloke go down on you before?'
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2011-07-04 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
He does conversation when he feels like it.'some birds lend themselves to it, some don't. Sometimes he just needs to take his mind off the woman on top of him, so he talks.

'Oral sex,' he clarifies, encouraging her back into rhythm with hands on her hips. 'Really never 'ad it?'

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