OOM: Kate, post-row

[the_gene_genie]

He doesn't drag his feet on the way down to the stables, though he's still not sure this is a good idea. But, fact is, much as he's tried to ignore the last row, it won't go away. He's told himself he doesn't care until he's blue in the face, but he's called himself a liar too. And yeah, he was really angry and he's still pissed off when he thinks about it. But he's not as pissed off as he was, and there's a lot he doesn't understand.

Gene doesn't like not understanding things. And he has no intention of hiding away from her either. When he has a problem, he either buries it until it goes away (doesn't seem to be working), or he faces it head on. Seeing as the first option seems to be a non-starter, the second it is.

So there's no trepidation as he walks into the building. None of his usual striding arrogance either though.

'You in here?'

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[ikissdhimbck]

She starts to chuckle, but she's cut off by his mouth. It descends upon hers, making her stomach constrict and her shoulders tense, and yet her hand is brushing by his cheek on its way to his hair. Her fingers slide through the sandy locks, gently holding him to her.

To make up her mind on Gene Hunt is nothing short of an affair; to decide what his intentions are is practically impossible. He is so often an enigma that the only thing to be done is to take things one day at a time.

Brick by brick, my citizens. Brick by brick.

She breaks, pulling back enough to catch his eyes, and calmly searches him out. She smiles again — small, and a little unsure. Nodding to the door, she whispers:


"Get."

[the_gene_genie]

He grins, his eyes full of mischief as he tips an imaginary hat and affects a fake Southern accent.

'Yes, ma'am. Anythin' you say.'

He leaves with considerably more spring in his step than when he entered, that's for sure.