Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2013-10-04 02:34 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2013-10-04 02:34 pm
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OOM: Milliways grounds - lunch with Tommy
It's Tommy's first day working in the stables. Kate sets him up with a grooming bucket and shows him what to do, handling her morning chores between bringing him horses — though she works a little more aggressively than usual. It's just been a few days since Tommy fought with Voodoo, and despite his claims that he feels much better, the bruises have mottled and turned uglier colors. Kate's temper hasn't abated, and likely never will. God help Voodoo if he ever tries approaching her.
Once it's time for afternoon tea, Tommy suggests they go someplace quiet to eat together. It only takes her a moment to decide on the field out beyond the lake where she likes to take Beaut from time to time. Instructing him to finish up and put his tools away, she heads out first, on horseback. It's a typical sight around this time of day, so nobody else is likely to suspect she'll be meeting someone.
When Tommy does mosey along, he'll find her just a few paces away from the beaten path in a great field of dandelions and poppies. Beaut is grazing freely while she's unpacking a basket of food on a large checkered blanket.
Once it's time for afternoon tea, Tommy suggests they go someplace quiet to eat together. It only takes her a moment to decide on the field out beyond the lake where she likes to take Beaut from time to time. Instructing him to finish up and put his tools away, she heads out first, on horseback. It's a typical sight around this time of day, so nobody else is likely to suspect she'll be meeting someone.
When Tommy does mosey along, he'll find her just a few paces away from the beaten path in a great field of dandelions and poppies. Beaut is grazing freely while she's unpacking a basket of food on a large checkered blanket.
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"No, that-- I wasn't-- I shouldn't have--"
Palm pressed to her cheek (and grateful that she takes his hand), he keeps shaking his head, unable to process just how fucked up everything had become because Voodoo decided to be an asshole.
Inhaling a sharp breath, he holds it for a second, before leaning in to press his lips to her hair, exhaling a sigh at the same time.
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"We can go back now."
Her voice is barely a whisper. She uncurls the arm slung across her belly, pinching the front of his shirt, giving a gentle tug. It's as affectionate as she can be right now.
"Finish our lunch, if — if y'wanna."
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He wraps his fingers around her hand at his shirt, squeezing it firmly, warmly. Giving her something (someone) to hold onto, if she wants to.
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Something about this moment is steadying. His hand in hers, her hand in his, the open air and space and freedom around her, just breathing, Beaut somewhere at her back, hoofbeats muted.
Eventually she nods, turns to press a kiss to his palm, and releases his hand. The other two can stay entwined as they walk back to their blanket.
"Y'don't, ah — y'don't have anywhere t'be tonight, do you?"
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They make the trek back to the picnic site, their pace as unhurried as when they'd left it. Then at her question, he gives her a sidelong look, before his lowered gaze returns to the grass ahead of him.
"Yeah, I do. Or at least, I hope so."
Another glance, another brief squeeze.
"Your place?"
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She raises her eyes, brushing an errant strand of hair out of her face. If he's not mistaken, there's a touch of relief in her expression.
"Yes."
It's simple, but that one word speaks volumes.
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And somehow that little yes makes him feel like his heart just grew three sizes.