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]

"I know."

The answer comes quick, and just a hair apologetic. She eases against his side once he's settled, allowing one milky-white leg to drape over his.

"Y'didn't hurt me. Not like that. S'just an adjustment, an' ... It was better, wasn't it?"

Her hand comes to rest against his stomach. She'll take him up on sharing his drink, but not right now. She wants to hear his answer, first.

[the_gene_genie]

'Yeah, it was,' he says, immediately.

And it really was. All except the actual climax, because he'd let himself get too wound up to get it all out. But even so, he's pretty damn chuffed.

'Reckon you're gettin' used to it, a bit.'

He lights a fag contemplatively. He still has an idea of how fantastic it'll be once she really gets used to him. But only an idea, because he can't yet imagine the heights of bliss that'll occur if he's ever allowed to do it the way he wants.

And he grins at her.

'We'll jus' have t'practice every day, until it don' bother you any more.'

[ikissdhimbck]

She scoffs, but it's with barely-disguised affection rather than any contempt. She rests her head on his shoulder, letting his answer alleviate some of her worries.

"Hope so."

He takes care of her, but even so the discomfort robs her of enjoying this the way she'd like. She wonders, in those deeply ingrained old-world sensibilities, if it's not just what she deserves for all her sins. That relief should be wrapped in burs, prickly and painful.

"Though, y'have t'be a rustler tomorrow. Y'should be thinkin' 'bout that."

[the_gene_genie]

'At this moment,' he says, decisively, 'I'm not thinkin' abou' anything but this fag, this drink, an' that sex.'

So there.

The cows can wait.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Stubborn ass."

She smirks, carving a gentle little pattern into his abdomen with the tip of her forefinger. She reaches for the whiskey, and helps herself to a healthy swallow. She doesn't need any help getting drowsy, but maybe it'll do something to dull the ache.

"Jus' remember — "

She exhales, savoring the burn. She pushes herself up on her elbow, and leaves a smattering of nibbling little kisses under his jaw.

" — Honda. Half-hitch. Dally..."

[the_gene_genie]

He groans loudly - a very different groan than before - and puts the glass back on the nightstand.

'Kate?'

He turns his head towards her, and kisses her firmly.

'Shush.'

[ikissdhimbck]

"Shh, yourself."

She's laughing even as she brings her forefinger to his lips, but then that kiss. Well, that's a much better way of keeping each other quiet.

"M'jus' tryin' t'help."

She leans in for one more, slightly more tender than the last. She doesn't close her eyes, though. She's worried about him.

"Let's get some sleep."

[the_gene_genie]

'I know.'

And he appreciates it, really. But he's pretty sure he'll be fine. He usually is.

'Alright, then.'

He grinds his smoke out, and settles next to her. He needs a bath, but hell with it, it can wait. His arms fall around her comfortably, as if they're used to doing it.

'Night, luv.'

[ikissdhimbck]

They both need a bath. A good, long one, with lots of soap.

"G'night."

She should get up and snuff out the lamp, but the moment his arms come around her she feels instantly comforted, and the thought of moving becomes all the more impossible. She drapes an arm across him, and uses his shoulder as a pillow.

She'll buy more oil tomorrow.