ikissdhimbck | AU: Oakville, Texas - 1888

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AU: Oakville, Texas - 1888 - Morning, with Gene

**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. This thread was never finished.**

She wakes with a start.

The light streaming in through the window is cut by lace curtains, casting patterns against the far wall. Little flowering shadows fall on Gene's shoulder.

Her skin is damp, pasting down the hair at her temples. It's stuffy inside the room, but as she pulls herself to wakefulness she knows it's not the heat making her sweat. It's the hammering of her heart.

She's still wrapped up in Gene. His stomach is rising and falling in even intervals under her hand, and her bones hurt so she's wondering if she moved at all during the night. She can't remember moving, or screaming; she just remembers torches, and broken bottles, and suddenly her eyes were open and her vision was swimming with lacy shadows.

She takes a deep breath, and pulls away from him. Slowly, so as not to wake him. Cautiously, so the bed won't make a peep. She rolls onto her back and squints at the window. It's already bright outside, and she realizes with a curse that she must have slept in late. Bare feet touch sagging hardwood. She plucks the chemise from her dressing screen and pulls it over her head, creeping up on the window so she can have a look outside. The street is busy. It must be seven or eight o'clock already. Dagnabbit.

She's quick about dressing. She needs a bath to wash last night's stink off, so she only needs to look presentable enough to go downstairs and pay for one. And she needs to wake Gene up, or he'll be late meeting the judge and lawman. She emerges from behind the screen wearing a dress, simple white with a floral print, and lace-up heels.

"Gene."

She pulls her loose hair over one shoulder, twisting it into some order. Leaning over, she touches his shoulder.

"Gene, wake up."

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Her eyebrow tics.

"Would that get you up?"

So does his.

'This is one of those things where I say yes, an' you leave me dangling, isn't it?'

Another thought breaks over his face. It's quite obvious.

'We could jus'...y'know. Stay in here a bit.'

A second eyebrow joins the first.

She opens her mouth to say something, but all she can do is laugh.

"I've never known a more eager man."

She loops her forefinger through his gold chain, and tugs lightly.

"Wake up, an' we'll talk. But I'm gonna go have 'em get the water started."

She sets the brush down, and heads for the door. Gene gets one last look, and another soft laugh before she leaves the room.

'Mmm,' he says. It doesn't sound promising, but it was worth a go.

And as soon as she's gone, he contemplates just going back to sleep. But damnit, he's awake now, and hungry. So he lights a fag, and rests while he smokes it, then sighs and drags himself up. Just as far as pulling some underwear on. His clothes from yesterday are fairly disgusting, and he doesn't have any more clean. He'll need to get her to sort that out some time today.

He wanders over to the window to look out. It seems stupid to think, 'it all seems so real', but that's the overriding thought in his head. Ridiculous, but there it is.

Well, the aches in Kate's body are certainly real enough. She isn't gone long, but before she can steel herself for the stairs she lingers outside her door, winding her hair into a braided tress and carefully stretching her limbs.

Lord have mercy.

She gets a surreptitious once-over from the keep while she's requesting the bath, but a little extra coin keeps his mouth shut. She's determined not to be seen (or smelled) by anyone else until she's washed up.

"You're up."

She sounds surprised to find Gene at the window when she makes it back.

He raises his eyebrows at her. If there's any possibility of more, did she really think he'd stay in bed?

Mind you, he still feels half asleep. But for the sake of show - and his ego - he'll make like he's completely up for it.

'Didn' bring any tea back, I s'pose?'

He lives in hope.

Before she can answer, she has to look him over. It's practically reflex. The underwear they make in the future may never strike her as anything less than outrageously funny.

She reins it all in to nothing more than a smile, though.

"Thought 'bout it. But I still smell like you."

He stubs the cigarette out and wanders in her direction, a smile tugging at his lips.

'Hope you're not complainin'.'

Hopefully not, seeing as his arms are going around her again. Seeing as he still smells pretty bad, if she was hoping to lessen the problem, he's just put the kibosh on that.

"There're nicer things t'smell like."

At least he'll fit in with the cowhands.

But, she doesn't push him away. In fact, she goes as far as to wrap her arms around him, resting her chin against his chest. She's trembling a little. It's hardly noticeable, but definitely there. If she let herself close her eyes right now, she might even fall asleep standing up.

"Are y'ready for today?"

'I'll be fine.'

This close to 'today', it's a little more real, but he's sure he can manage. He frowns at her though, looking down at the way she's leaning on him.

'Wha's the matter? Not still freaked by them tossers las' night, are ya?'

She hesitates.

"I'll be fine."

Her lips twitch, punctuating the remark.

"Might even catch up on some sleep, if I've got you outta my hair."

'Oh yeah?'

He smirks, not looking the least bit sorry.

'You can't say you didn' love it, sweet'eart. No foolin' the Gene Genie.'

He leans down to kiss her, seeing as she's there, and all.

"Did y'jus' refer t'yourself in the third — "

Her incredulity is cut short by the press of his mouth. She chuckles, sliding her arms up around his neck.

"Jus' wish it was easier," she sighs, once they come up for air. "For both of us."

His hand may have found her butt. He thinks he can hardly be blamed. And her comment just gets a shrug.

'It's still fun. An' you said it was gettin' easier, or were you jus' yankin' my chain?'

Beat.

'Metaphorically speakin'.'

She rolls her eyes. She thinks she can hardly be blamed.

"I've only been yankin' one chain. An' only when y'want me to."

She rests her head against his chest. She figures sooner or later he'll gripe at her about this being girly, but at the moment she doesn't care. She'll enjoy it while it lasts.

"We've only been intimate like that twice. S'not a helluva lot to go on."

'Well.'

He pretends to think about a possible solution to this, but his hands appear to be way ahead of him. They're sliding down her backside, and starting to bunch her dress up, making it creep inch by inch up her legs.

'...we could always give it another go.'

He thinks he can hardly be blamed. It's morning. He's always randy in the morning.

If she knew his full name, she'd be whipping that out right now.

"I think you're jus' insatiable."

She thinks about smacking his hands away, but she's too comfortable the way she is. So, she'll just have to sound extra threatening.

"I don't want my bathwater t'go cold. An' when did that deputy wanna see you, anyhow?"

'They probably haven' got it hot yet.'

Her dress is at the top of her thighs, and he drops his head to kiss her neck.

'An', I don' know. He said...'ave you got no knickers on!?'

Colour him shocked.

...She hopes that's not genuinely what he said.

"I'm wearin' a shift," she says, looking down at her bare legs. "I wasn't plannin' on leavin' the hotel yet."

He stares at her a moment.

And then bends, locks his arms under her arse, picks her up and carries her to the bed, where she's deposited unceremoniously on her back.

'Good.'

"Gene!"

She lets out a little gasp, powerless to resist him. Her hands press flat against the mattress when he lets her go.

"What the devil — "

He grins; one of his rare, open, full-faced grins, and crawls over her, leaning down to kiss her hard.

'Women with no knickers on,' he says, between kisses, 'rgive me the right 'orn.'

As evidenced by his hand already skimming up the inside of her thigh.

"You — "

She's — well, frankly, she's stunned. It isn't until he's kissed her a few times that she relaxes, and starts to laugh quietly, against his lips.

God, he should smile more.

"Is there anythin' that doesn't turn you on? Oh, Jesus. What'm I gon' do with you?"

'You keep askin' me that. An' you already know the answer.'

He lies down half on top of her, pressing his leg between hers, still kissing her. Truth is, he often goes weeks without bothering all that much about sex, but that's when things are bad at work, and he's got more important stuff on his mind. The more relaxed he is, the more he gets in the mood.

"Maybe I think someday you're gonna tell me somethin' different."

She sighs, arching slightly. To be honest, now that he has her relaxing she's really not all that opposed to the idea. She's enjoying kissing him, anyhow. Wrapping him up in her arms. Feeling him press against her body.

"If you're late," she hums between kisses; "I'm not gon' be held accountable."

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