OOM: Texas, 1888. Just outside Oakville

[the_gene_genie]

He's glad when she rides them out of town, away from where anyone might see this. It makes sense, of course. It'd be a bit stupid for her to be teaching him how to do this stuff in full view of the people who think he already knows how.

It feels weird to be back in the saddle after a few days out of it, though. Hurts, too. He'd thought these aches were going away but nope, they were only asleep. So it's a bit of an uncomfortable ride, especially coupled with the heat. He doesn't moan though. He'll be in trouble if she changes her mind about helping him here.

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[ikissdhimbck]

She secures her lariat to her left hip, still shaking her head.

"I don't wanna get back on that horse jus' yet."

They haven't been out here even an hour yet, and it'll be at least twenty minutes before they get back to town. Kate's still feeling last night, goddamn it.

[the_gene_genie]

He stares at her, rope hanging uselessly from his hand.




'....what're you on about?'

[ikissdhimbck]

"Nothin'."

She walks past him, eyeing him up from the corner of her eye.

"I jus' didn't expect you'd ... Keep practicin'."

[the_gene_genie]

'...be any good at it.'

He smirks, (mostly) with humour, and tosses the thing again, tightening it with a sharp yank.


'Ohhhh, ye of little faith.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"All right, all right."

She smirks.

Guilty. But she refuses to tell him he's doing a good job.

"Less fun for me, but y'still gotta learn t'catch a movin' target. You're not done by a long shot."

[the_gene_genie]

Of course she does. Luckily, he's quite capable of telling himself. And he snickers, pulling the rope in again.


'This is the bit where I get t'catch you, an' you end up doin' exactly what I want for the night?'

Bring it on.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Keep dreamin' big, partner."

Not. Gonna. Happen.

[the_gene_genie]

'Don' believe in dreamin'.'


He coils the rope in, more smirk than man, and then saunters over to Concession.

'C'mon then. Sooner we do this, sooner I get me reward.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"You are not practicin' on me, Gene."

[the_gene_genie]

He manages to look hurt.



'Why not? You jus' saw I can do it.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"On a cactus!"

His hurt expression is met without sympathy.

"I'm made of slightly different stuff."

Beat.

"Keep your mouth shut."

[the_gene_genie]

He cackles wickedly and then wanders over, lighting a fag as he goes. Which doesn't stop him catching her around the waist and pulling her to him.

'I know exactly what you're made of,' he murmurs, right before kissing her. 'I've tasted it.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"Hmm."

She nibbles on his bottom lip for a little while, taking her time with him. She's slow and thorough, searching for what combination of teeth and tongue and lips will get a reaction out of him.

"Y'think so?"

His words make her a little warm.

[the_gene_genie]

'Mmmm.'

Oh, it's not hard to get a reaction out of him. Not when she's kissing him like that.

'Could be persuaded t'do it again. Do a proper job. Did too good a job las' time. Didn't, ahh...get time t'enjoy it properly.'

[ikissdhimbck]

She musses his hair, slowly dragging her nails down the nape of his neck. She's vaguely aware of that slow-burning cigarette pinched between his fingers, but she could give a damn less at the moment.

"Mmmph. S'that right?"

By what miracle her voice stays steady and sultry she couldn't say. She's only too glad to keep him occupied with kissing her so he doesn't notice the way her cheeks have flushed with color.

One hand follows the rocky trail down his spine to his backside.

"Terrible, terrible shame. How've y'managed this long so deprived?"

[the_gene_genie]

''cos you won' stop crackin' the whip.'

His hand mirrors hers, cupping the swell of her cheek and using it to press her against him properly. His lips don't stop playing at hers, touching lightly, nipping gently. He is so hard done by.

'Gives me the right 'orn.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"Is that a complaint?"

She doesn't think it is. And, so long as he's trying to get some proper contact between them, she slips her leg between his and presses herself up snug, bending her knee just enough to put some pressure between his legs.

"Maybe I'll make you spend all night hollerin' for me. Hm?"

Her teeth descend his jawline, nip the curve, and keep on falling until she's sucking gently on his neck.

"Y'know what I wanna hear y'say?"

[the_gene_genie]

He groans quietly at the feel of her leg, his hands tightening on her arse.

'Make me yell, I'll return the favour.'

God, her mouth feels good.

'What d'you wan' me t'say?'

[ikissdhimbck]

She dips her tongue into the hollow of his throat, moaning softly. He tastes like salt and the faintest tang of metal, all copper and iron and dirt. She lips her way back up the column of his neck until her mouth is steaming up his hairline, latching onto his earlobe.

"Honda."




Her lips twitch.

"Bridle catch. Half-hitch. Dally. Green-broke."


She feeds him every term she's spent the better part of today teaching him, in a voice just as lusty and wicked as you please.

Did he really think he was going to get off that easy?

(No pun intended.)


"Clove hitch. Earmark. Remuda. Riding drag..."

[the_gene_genie]

He sighs, his hands falling (briefly) to his sides. But he's grinning too.

'You really know how t'kill the mood, you know that?'

Except she hasn't, because it doesnt matter what she says, as long as it's in a tone like that.

His hands go back to her bum, and he pushes himself against her leg.

'You can test me halfway through if y'like.'

Fine with him. It'll mean they've made it that far.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Oh, I dunno. Hearin' you talk like an old cowhand makes me kinda hot under the collar."

Her eyes drop to his hips, and she smirks.

"I'll be sure I pull you up before you're through, then. See how your mind works all addled-like. Though — "

She replaces her leg with her hand.

"You're not gonna want t'get on the back'a that horse too excited."

[the_gene_genie]

He's got several smart responses on the tip of his tongue, but then...well. She's got her hand on his semi, and how's a bloke supposed to think with that going on?

His eyes close briefly.

'I reckon you could think of somethin' t'relieve the problem.'

He'd lay money on it, in fact.

[ikissdhimbck]

"I think I got some cold water in my canteen."

Smirk.

[the_gene_genie]

He is choosing to believe that she's kidding.

'You can do better than that.'

Because the alternative is that she's wound him twice today without following through, and he doesn't want to have to start calling her names. In his head, if nowhere else.

[ikissdhimbck]

She shifts a little closer.

"Are you so certain?"

He can call her all the names he likes. He started it by getting her going, in both instances. Should he feel a little frustration for all the vexation he's caused in her would be no skin off her nose.

But her lips do find their way under his chin, nibbling and kissing, and her free hand seeks out the little round fastenings on his britches.