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oom, doc's room upstairs, for kate
Even after ten years, not much has really changed about Doc's room. In the month since he's been back, he's moved a few things here and there, changed the sheets and blankets - no need for winter cover when it's a warm summer season, and so on - and added a good deal more books.
As Doc opens the room, he steps aside to let Kate in ahead of him. She's spent several nights here as well, over the last month. It's familiar territory.
Safe.
There's a few more shreds of that silk scarf on the bed, along with several other various cat toys that have been dragged out of theridiculously enormous basket near the couch and strewn over the cushion.
The desk is covered with a ledger and the pages full of his handwriting, neat and precise. A book of Shakespeare is on the bed, closed with a book marking a particular chapter he left off on.
He moves to open the windows, to let the cool summer night's air in, after he's shut and locked the door.
As Doc opens the room, he steps aside to let Kate in ahead of him. She's spent several nights here as well, over the last month. It's familiar territory.
Safe.
There's a few more shreds of that silk scarf on the bed, along with several other various cat toys that have been dragged out of the
The desk is covered with a ledger and the pages full of his handwriting, neat and precise. A book of Shakespeare is on the bed, closed with a book marking a particular chapter he left off on.
He moves to open the windows, to let the cool summer night's air in, after he's shut and locked the door.
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"I can promise you I ain't gonna go lookin' for him, or for any sort'a trouble to do with him."
He can't promise he'll stay out of it if it comes to him, first.
He's an outlaw.
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After some time, she slowly pulls her arms back, placing them on his hips and encouraging him to turn around.
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The skin on his stomach twitches a little, at her touch.
He doesn't speak because he's not sure what to say.
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It isn't a moment for words, anyway.
She keeps her blue eyes on his, her gaze intent and focused and still tinged with smoke. Her hands slowly drift across his midsection, fingertips lingering over scars and blemishes, sinking down to his waistband. Watching him -- watching the way he reacts.
After a quiet moment, she reaches down to the hem of her camisole, and slowly tugs the silk and lace up and over her head, before leaning in and pressing her bare chest against his.
"Jus' promise... you'll always come back t'me."
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Doc slides his hands up her arms and then lightly cups her face, thumbs tracing over her cheekbones as he leans closer.
"Even if I gotta walk through hellfire t'git there...I ain't scared, not one bit."
His lips brush the corner of her mouth, then he moves to kiss her properly - praying she doesn't turn her head this time.
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A chill races down her spine when his lips make contact with the corner of her mouth. It's not an entirely pleasant sensation. Her heart is beating so hard and so loud she feels like she might break.
She watches as he moves toward her, nearly paralyzed with fear. She wants to kiss him, but she knows
'Call it for luck.
'For luck.'
'You kissed the onion picker.'
'Just one little kiss...'
'God will punish you!'
what will happen.
She squeezes her eyes shut and tips her head, letting his lips graze her cheek instead.
Her breathing is coming in ragged.
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Protector.
"I love you, Kate."
I understand.
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'I love you, Kate.'
She buries her face in his neck, not speaking or moving for a long time. There are tears bristling in her eyes she has to fight from her voice, first.
Eventually pulling back, avoiding his eyes, she hooks her fingers in his belt loops and starts tugging him towards the bedroom.
"C'mon, now. I believe y'made some promises I got every intention of makin' sure y'keep."
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We ain't just sinners, but she won't even look at you.
And another.
"I suppose we do."
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Letting go of his belt loops, she starts to slip off her britches as she tips her head back and nuzzles the underside of his chin.
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"Y'outta git comfortable, if y'want this backrub."
A beat.
"Hopefully we can avoid the boys gettin' in the way."
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"Suppose y'can always hope," she teases him.
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He moves to the bed to lift the book from the blanket, intent on setting it aside.
And then he pauses, cracking the spine open to the page he was reading - glancing over at the kittens - before he looks back at her.
"You ever read Hamlet?"
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She stretches out against the blankets.
"What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how
express and admirable! In action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the
world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me."
She sighs, eyes gazing out on the far wall.
"My daddy used t'recite that passage. All the time."
She's silent and reflective for a long moment, before she sucks in a breath and resettles herself.
"Why d'you ask?"
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Doc closes the book and sets it aside on his desk.
"Troublemakin' courtiers who always go 'round in a pair."
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"And spies for the king," she adds, amused. "S'appropriate."
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He settles back down on the bed at her side, with that bottle of lotion in his hands - sweeping her hair off her back and moving it to one side of her head so it doesn't get in the way.
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"Goldie," she offers.
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The lotion - lavender scent - goes into his hands and he rubs a bit in before he moves to leave a trail over her shoulders, his palms skimming over her shoulderblades as he starts to work on the tough spots.
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She moans softly.
Goldie -- the smaller of the two kittens -- decides to help Doc out, and begins a very intensive session of kitteh!massage that involves grabbing up tresses of Kate's hair into his teeth and paws, and tugging fiercely.
Kate starts laughing.
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He eyes the kitten.
"I get the feelin' I'm the one that'll be brushin' that out later, brat."
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Rosencrantz joins the party, then, sitting on the edge of the bed with an expression that reads something along the lines of, 'What's up, guys?'
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He gives the kitten a stern look, as he adds more lotion to her skin and begins to work his hands down along her spine.
Don't you even think 'bout joinin' your brother.
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'I love you, Kate.'
The expression on her face isn't exactly serene as her thoughts begin to wander, an empty regret gnawing on her insides, but her body slowly relaxes under his touch.
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When he reaches her hips, he pauses for a moment to trace two fingers over her curves.
"You really are the most beautiful I ever been with."
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