Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2014-02-04 11:29 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2014-02-04 11:29 pm
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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.
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.
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"That sounds great, darlin'. I could prob'ly do with something warm in my belly right about now. And maybe we could watch one of them movies you brought-- if you got time to spare."
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She can't help but love the twang in his voice just a little bit.
"I thought y'might feel that way. Let me get the tray, an' y'can eat right here. How d'you feel 'bout baseball?"
As she moves away, activity in the room returns to a slow hum. The paper bag crinkles as she takes it out of the basket, laying out the food on his now-empty breakfast tray; digging out the books and DVDs Miss Bar gave her; fussing with the laptop to get it to turn on.
Even if she did have to be somewhere else, she wouldn't dream of leaving his side.
(Somebody's got to keep an eye on him.)