Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-08-12 04:29 am
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-08-12 04:29 am
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OOM: Room #100 -- For Tommy Gavin
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It's late.
Dug hasn't shown up tonight, and the cats are curled up on Kate's bed sleeping soundly. She might have joined them already if Tommy hadn't said he'd be coming by.
'I just wanna see you tonight. That's all.'
She's curled up in one of her armchairs reading The Jungle Book, dressed comfortably but still very much clothed. Tommy won't be seeing her in her chemise, thank you. Her guns are laid out on the chest at the foot of her bed.
It's late.
Dug hasn't shown up tonight, and the cats are curled up on Kate's bed sleeping soundly. She might have joined them already if Tommy hadn't said he'd be coming by.
'I just wanna see you tonight. That's all.'
She's curled up in one of her armchairs reading The Jungle Book, dressed comfortably but still very much clothed. Tommy won't be seeing her in her chemise, thank you. Her guns are laid out on the chest at the foot of her bed.
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"I could, but I don't care to."
Do you see why Kate never seemed bothered, all those times you told her what an asshole you were, Tommy? It's because she's kind of an asshole, too.
"Now, are y'gonna get, or are y'gonna give me a kiss first?"
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He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip.
"Nah-uh, honey. Are you gonna bring your sweet little behind over here so I can give you that kiss, or do I hafta get before you can get it?"
One hand is on his hip, the other's on the doorknob.
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The man is incorrigible.
She narrows her eyes.
"I'll meet you halfway, but that's as far as I'm goin'."
Take it or leave it, Thomas.
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"You're on."
He pushes off the doorknob, standing up straighter although there's still a cocky tilt to his hips and head as he eyes her from across the room, waiting for her to make the first move.
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She does take the first step, however. And, being a lady, she doesn't hem or haw about it. She moves the full distance across the room, regardless of whether or not Tommy starts on his end of the deal. It just so happens that right around the middle of the room is that chest at the foot of her bed, and Kate gracefully climbs atop it.
It's her turn to have the high ground.
(And, judging by the self-satisfied smirk hanging off her lips, she's not about to relinquish it. Tommy's just going to have to brace himself to take his kiss like lady.)
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The moment she moves, he moves, and with a just few long, loose strides he's at the halfway mark--
--except she's made a detour upwards, surpassing their fourteen inch height difference.
Standing toe-to-wooden-chest, he raises his eyes up at her, an eyebrow arched, before slowly tilting his head back, a twist to his lips.
"Mmhm. Real cute."
It's not a complaint, at least.
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"I thought it was rather clever myself. Now, shut up."
With that, she leans forward and captures his mouth. He's graced with more than a peck goodbye, because he said he needed distractions to get him through the workday.
Well. Distractions are her specialty.
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With a pleased, rumbling hum, he tilts his chin up into the kiss, parted lips yielding to hers. He reaches for her waist, his hands gliding on silk down over her hips to her thighs.
Best distraction ever.
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Her voice is husky and warm.
"Now, y'best get goin' before I make you apologize t'me proper."
She nips at his earlobe.
"Or we start another fight."
Six of one, half dozen of the other.
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"...." he says.
Congratulations, Kate, you've just rendered Tommy speechless.
After a moment of dazed blinking, drunk on her voice, he huffs out a chuckle and licks her taste off his lips.
"I'll gladly owe you a proper apology next time I see you. Hell, whenever you want one, you can get one outta me. We wouldn't even hafta fight."
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"I'll remember that."
Then, placing her hands on his shoulders, she turns him toward the door.
"Now git!"
To that she adds a smack to his hindquarters.
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"Okay, okay!"
As he opens the door to finally leave, he pauses and turns on the threshold to look at her -- she's still standing on top of the chest in that red silk robe, still grinning, and probably ready to give him another smack if he lingers.
He considers pushing his luck.
Nah. There'll be enough for later.
...Why is it just now dawning on Tommy that this cowgirl is going to be a real handful?
"See ya in that purple dress, honey."
Giving a little wave, he shuts the door behind him.