Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-07-18 04:32 am
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-07-18 04:32 am
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OOM: Room #100, for Tommy Gavin -- The Morning After
Kate wakes with the dawn ... generally speaking.
This morning, however, is different. The light coming in the windows is warm and golden rather than pale blue. It's a nice day outside, and the cowgirl is still abed.
You can blame that on the bourbon.
She's curled around Dug, blankets twisted around her legs from a restless night of tossing and turning. The comfort of the dog snoring beside her chased the worst of her nightmares away, but it's been a hell of a week.
The good news is she probably won't remember most of it.
This morning, however, is different. The light coming in the windows is warm and golden rather than pale blue. It's a nice day outside, and the cowgirl is still abed.
You can blame that on the bourbon.
She's curled around Dug, blankets twisted around her legs from a restless night of tossing and turning. The comfort of the dog snoring beside her chased the worst of her nightmares away, but it's been a hell of a week.
The good news is she probably won't remember most of it.
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"Thank you. However, I think I'm jus' gonna take a long, hot bath, lie down, an' hope I die of embarrassment."
And maybe drink the entire bathtub dry in the process.
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There's a beat before he chuckles. "Sounds like a good plan. Without the dyin' of embarrassment thing, though, heh. Seriously, you didn't do anything that was embarrassing. --Well, not that embarrassing. --Well, nothing that didn't happen just between us. --And by that I mean the whole tryin'a walk up the stairs thing, but even that wasn't so bad, 'cause I got to carry you up anyways--"
He stops himself. Jerks his thumb at the door behind him.
"--Uh, yeah, I'll go now."
Another step.
"Thanks again for-- uh-- y'know." Again with the gesturing at his posterior.
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And then she grins, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, and starts to fiddle with the taps.
"You're welcome. Again."
She gets the right temperature water flowing.
"An' Tommy?"
Keeping her face turned away until the very last second, as if filling a bathtub requires all her focus, she smirks.
"Y'have a pretty cute caboose."
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"...I have a--? Ow!"
He's just backed up into the doorknob.
"I'm okay! I'm okay."
Opening the door, he slips through it halfway before turning to her, smiling a bit sheepishly.
"Uh-- yeah, heh, thanks. So. Uh. Feel better soon, and, uh-- guess I'll see ya 'round. Oh! If you still wanna go ice skating, y'know, that's totally still on. Whenever you're up to it. Anytime. At all. So. Yeah. Okay." He holds a hand up. "Bye."
And he ducks out the door and closes it.
Yep, that went well.