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]

"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.

[the_gene_genie]

'You've proved you can twice already,' he points out.

Were they to get into it, he's pretty sure that the near miss this morning was at her instigation. He'd been innocently eating breakfat, thankyouverymuch.

He's hyper-aware of what that spare hand is doing - well, both of them, if we're honest. Pretty hard to ignore the other one. So he feels safe enough in finding her breast, squeezing lightly, remembering the feel of it in his mouth.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Suppose I have."

Her lips brush his pulse point, followed by the tip of her tongue. She sucks gently on the flesh while her hand parts fabric. She's trying to work a little slack into his britches so she can slip her hand inside.

"Though, it ain't gonna be so easy out here."

[the_gene_genie]

'...believe me, sweet'eart. We'll manage.'

Hell yes. He couldn't give a toss where they are. And the prospect of not having to keep the volume down is a welcome one as well.

[ikissdhimbck]

"I'm sure."

She snorts softly. She reckons Gene could make the best of any situation, as far as satisfying Little Gene is concerned. She doesn't know any other man as determined to come as he is.

There is something kind of exciting about being out in the middle of nowhere, just twilight and sand and their two bodies, the brightest thing left around them the glowing tip of his forgotten cigarette. It's been a while since someone caught her under the moonlight, touching her just so. But the mechanics of getting him undone robs the moment of any romance.

"D'you wanna find someplace where y'can recline a bit?"

She has no idea if any such place exists, but there could be a sturdy enough tree nearby. She wouldn't want his knees to give out on her, after all. If they even get that far  —  these elastic-banded underpants of his don't make life easy on her.

"...An' when are y'gonna wear some decent drawers?"

[the_gene_genie]

'You mean you want me to sit my arse down?'

Done. He takes her hand, and looks around - there's a heap of rocks over there that'll do. So he tugs her in that direction, and flicks his cigarette away.

'...define decent.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"I was jus' thinkin' y'might — "

Not sit, per se, but at least have something to brace himself against. He's already tugging her along, though, so she's willing to follow.

His question makes her smirk.

"There's no way of gettin' inside these without pullin' 'em off. An' the stuff they're made of is ... tricky."

And surely uncomfortable?

[the_gene_genie]

He shoots her a funny look. When they get to the rocks, he leans against one with a smirk.

'Look.'

Demonstration A: a hand slipping under the elastic. He doesn't look like he has any problem getting inside them. She's welcome to try, if she likes.

'Have t'wear these to see him alright when I'm chasin' bastards aroun' the place.'

He pulls her in, wanting to kiss her, tipping his hat back on his head.

'An' anyway,' he murmurs, leaning in, 'I don' have any problem with you takin' 'em off t'get inside 'em.'

[ikissdhimbck]

Yes, but as Gene has many times mentioned, there are layers to get around before the offending article can be shucked. First the waistcoat, then the suspenders, then the boots, then the trousers, all before the pants can come off.

"All right," she mumbles against his mouth, shrugging a shoulder as she leans back in. "Jus' figured he'd like a lil' breathin' room."

At least a good pair of cotton drawers has the option of the easy-access slit in the front. But, Kate can take direction easily enough. She slips her hand under the elastic band, skimming her fingers down his belly until her touch is back where it started.

[the_gene_genie]

'He's alrigh',' he murmurs back. And he definitely is now, that's for sure. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief at finally, finally getting what he wants (it's been a long day), and presses his lips gently to hers.

'Anyway. You're not one to talk abou' awkward clothes.'

His hands run down her front, pausing briefly at her chest before falling to the hem of her blouse, so he can start on the buttons.

'Never seen a...ah..a bird trussed up so tight.'

[ikissdhimbck]

She chortles, pausing only momentarily before she gets back to kissing him.

"Never seen women so content t'wear so few clothes outside'a Milliways."

She remembers the simple dress Miss Bar gave her when she went to his Manchester for their driving lessons. She also remembers how uncomfortably exposed she felt.

She presses her body up against his side as her fingers stroke and squeeze, her kisses falling constantly and persistently to hopefully wipe his mind of any other thoughts.