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]

"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.