oom, doc's room upstairs, for kate

[scurlock]

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 the ridiculously 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.

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[ikissdhimbck]

She closes her eyes and lets him take the lead, encouraging his hands and mouth and body with quiet moans and breathless murmuring, telling him what feels good, what she wants more of, what she can't do without.

Though, he's pretty good at working her into a tizzy without her input.

[scurlock]

He is pretty good at it - and part of him enjoys it due to the fact that it's a form of confirmation that he's doing something right for a change.

(He can't get their relationship to work most times, but here and now, they're speaking the same language.)

Doc follows her 'instruction', down to the letter.

[ikissdhimbck]

And it's several hours later when their bodies lay tangled and spent, cooling in the summer night air where the sheets are too twisted to cover their skin, when she slowly and quietly creeps out of bed, careful not to pull away what little covers Doc's sleeping form.

She gathers up her strewn clothing in the low light of the room, tiptoeing about so as not to wake him. The kittens are curled up in the nice 'nest' she made for them (by way of her discarded trousers), and require much prompting in order to move so she can dress herself.

She does so silently, moving into the bathroom and shutting the door so she can turn on a light to see what she's doing without risk of waking him.

[scurlock]

By the time she's finished dressing, the kittens have made their way up onto the bed and curled themselves up against Doc's neck.

(This action wakes him up, and he's sleepily focused on the bathroom door, knowing she's dressing with the intent to leave him for the night.

Just like the last time they were together, and the times before.)

[ikissdhimbck]

She tugs her long, mussed hair out from the collar of her shirt once everything is buttoned, intentionally avoiding his bathroom mirror as she moves to flip off the light and then open the door out to his room again.

She takes a second to let her eyes adjust to the change in light, and then moves to where she kicked her boots off earlier. Quietly pulling out the desk chair, she works on slipping her boots on her feet.

[scurlock]

He shifts against the mattress and pushes himself up on one elbow, watching her.

"Y'don't have'ta leave, y'know that," he murmurs. "I know y'ain't gonna stay, but...y'don't have to go."

His fingertips slide over the fur on Roz's back, prompting the kitten to stretch out.

[ikissdhimbck]

She quietly finishes putting herself together, and when she is done she makes her way over to the bed.

She gives both Roz and Goldie affectionate scritches, smirking a little when they start kneading and purring. Then, she turns her attention to Doc.

"Go back t'bed, Doc," she whispers, dragging a hand through his bedhead. "I'll see y'tomorrow."

[scurlock]

He tips his head towards her hand, closing his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, darlin'."

He doesn't want to watch her walk away, and eventually he'll have to get out of bed to lock the door - but until then, he'll keep his eyes closed.

(He also wants to avoid her seeing any hints of emotion in his eyes, to keep her from feeling guilty. He can play tired.)

Doc settles back down and drags the sheet over his waist a bit more, as a kitten flicks him in the face with a tail.

Love you.

[ikissdhimbck]

The door quietly clicks behind her as she goes.