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Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow ([personal profile] ikissdhimbck) wrote2014-02-04 11:29 pm

OOM: Room #100 -- For Tommy Gavin

Her floor is a battleground of hastily discarded clothes.

She's come to love the steady comfort of having him in her bed night after night, but she'll never tire of the way he pulls at her when they've been separated for a long stretch, eager to get her alone, to have her all to himself. The nearly frantic, desperate love-making punctuated by clumsy hands and a mad rush to find a flat surface; the way they pause only long enough to regather their steam, and then start all over again.

During one of these pauses, he hovers over her, dropping kisses up and down her neck, and she traces the lines around his eyes with her thumb, giggling. He grumbles at her, which only makes her laugh more. At least I'll always know when you're foolin' around, she says, because you'll stop pinnin' me down when you've gone too long without.


Hey! A month is a really long time!



The night passes slowly, bleeding into morning. Work hangs over them both. Kate wants to check on the stock, and Tommy's always ready to get back to the firehouse. It'll be a long day on little sleep, with nothing but a hot shower to bolster them. Well. A hot shower and what goes on while they're taking it.
gavin62truck: (whatever)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-06 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
POUT.

He opens up and lets her stick the thermometer into his mouth, and he heaves a beleaguered sigh, his shoulders sagging. It's as if merely holding a thermometer under his tongue causes him to regress several decades. He doesn't need a magic spell to turn him back into a sulky ten-year-old.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-06 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
"What? No, c'mon, that thing's probably broken, I don't get sick. I'm fine, I can totally function!"

At this point he breaks into a hacking cough, and he turns his head, covering his mouth. It lasts for a few moments, but when it passes, he eyes her as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"It's just a little tickle in my throat, that's all! I just need a lozenge or something."

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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-06 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Her Teacher Face (TM) can get him to do almost anything.

"I don't need to rest," he grumbles pathetically, but he follows when she tugs on his towel, because if he doesn't, she might tug it right off, and then he'll be cold.

Okay, so maybe it is chilly.

He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and sits down on the edge of the bed to dry his damp hair.

"I'm sure it's just one of those twenty-four-hour things."

At least he's conceded that he's caught some sort of a bug, as the so-called tickle in his throat and the sudden weariness in his limbs and joints is actually cause for concern now. He just hates it when he's not feeling one hundred percent.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-06 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The idea of breakfast perks him up a fraction.

The idea of watching her get dressed perks him up a little more.

"I'd rather watch you take your clothes off 'stead of puttin' 'em on, but I'll take what I can get at this point."

Managing a wan smile, he turns his head, pressing his hot cheek to hers.

"Orange juice. Lots of orange juice. And maybe some-- toast."

Because suddenly even just the thought of fried eggs and sausages isn't sitting well with his stomach, empty as it is.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
As much as he enjoys and appreciates her tender touches, he'd rather they lead to something more than just getting him breakfast. But whatever this bug is, it's something fierce, as he doesn't even bother protesting when she tells him to get under the covers. So he lies back and gets as comfortable as he can, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

However, he's not so sick yet that he can't keep his eyes open to watch Kate get dressed. Call it a simple pleasure.

And plus she's just really gorgeous.

By the time she says she'll be back, his eyelids are heavy.

"Mmm, I'll try," he murmurs as another chill courses through his body and weariness overtakes him.

And by the time she does get back, he's asleep, breathing raspy and shallow, curled up in the covers like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
gavin62truck: (giving in)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a lot to knock Tommy down and keep him down, and it seems as if a biological assault on his immune system is doing the trick. Even when he was recovering from his last fight, he was ready and willing to work through the pain and suck it up. It's what he always does, it's in his nature to get right back on his feet no matter what.

Right now?

Staying still and staying warm and staying in bed is nice.

The nap he takes is entirely too short when he wakes from it, the touch of Kate's cool hand gently drawing him out of a fitful doze. He exhales a groan, unwilling to open his eyes or move.

He really isn't feeling like himself.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Another groan.

"No. But I should prob'ly eat something."

Eventually, he rolls over onto his back, cracking open his eyes and blearily blinking up at her.

"Sorry I got sick. Seems like you're always patching me up."
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Yet another groan.

He's good at fetching books and food when someone else is sick, but that's about it. Maybe he'll learn a thing or two about bedside manners this time around.

Pushing himself up, he sits back against the headboard with a couple of pillows to cushion him. The tickle in his throat has evolved into a more irritating scratchiness, and the all-over body ache is beginning to settle into his bones. This flu is working startlingly fast.

"Ugh, yeah, I'm gonna need as much medicine as you got. Is it the kind that makes you pass out for half a day?"
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
He's miserable because he's sick. And he'll let her know just how miserable he is.

"If I manage anything at all, I'll probably just puke it up later anyway, but thanks."

Sipping at the glass of orange juice first, he grimaces when swallowing feels like sandpaper, but he gulps down some more anyway to relieve the dryness.

He then abruptly grabs a paper napkin and sneezes into it.

"Ow, fuck, that hurt." He coughs and winces. "D'you have tissues?"
Edited 2014-02-07 06:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think I've ever used an actual handkerchief before."

He lives in the age of disposable things!

Sniffling, he despondently pokes a spoon into the bowl of grits.

"Nah, you don't hafta stay."

Although he not-so-secretly wants her to, judging by his level of mopey-ness, but he's not that big of a baby.

"Movies would be cool, though. Or sure, even books. About baseball. Both the books and the movies."
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-07 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so maybe he is that big of a baby, for now, but nobody has to know.

"Mmkay."

Feeling flushed at the reassurance that she'll be around if he needs her (she really is too good to him), it makes him feel even more feverish, and his head swims. He puts the spoon down and opts for a sip or two of tea.

The noise that he mumbles into the mug sounds suspiciously like thank you.

He manages a piece of toast and a spoonful of grits, finishes the glass of orange juice, and leaves the banana and cereal untouched before deciding that anything more in his stomach would be a bad idea.

"Could you hand me the NyQuil?"

Oh yeah, she got the good stuff.
gavin62truck: (lean forward)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2014-02-08 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
The green NyQuil comes with a little measuring cup to pour out the correct dosage, but of course Tommy forgoes using it and just takes a couple of swigs straight from the bottle. Because that's how he rolls.

"Welp, that should knock me out until you get back."

Screwing the cap back on and returning the bottle to the shelf, he scoots down under the covers again. As his head sinks the pillow, he exhales a deep sigh-- which abruptly ends with a coughing fit that wracks his body.

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