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the_gene_genie) wrote2011-10-08 09:43 pm
the_gene_genie) wrote2011-10-08 09:43 pm
OOM: Kate's room again.
It's been a few weeks since he last saw her. The first one, he spent making up for not being able to drink the week before. The few after that - well. He's well aware that their last conversation didn't go too well. It seemed sensible to steer clear, and he wasn't all that happy with her either, was he?
But the awkwardness of the thing with Guppy has ebbed away a bit now, and he's been wondering what she's up to. Even if their last conversation was a bit crap, that's no reason not to see where they're at. So, in typical Gene Hunt style, he decides to take the bull by the horns. He still wants to go to Texas, and he still wants to see her. If that means another awkward conversation - well, so be it.
After checking she's not in the bar, and not in the stables, he heads up to her room. His knock is as bold as ever, no sign of nerves.
'You in there?'
But the awkwardness of the thing with Guppy has ebbed away a bit now, and he's been wondering what she's up to. Even if their last conversation was a bit crap, that's no reason not to see where they're at. So, in typical Gene Hunt style, he decides to take the bull by the horns. He still wants to go to Texas, and he still wants to see her. If that means another awkward conversation - well, so be it.
After checking she's not in the bar, and not in the stables, he heads up to her room. His knock is as bold as ever, no sign of nerves.
'You in there?'
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Until now.
"That you'd seen Guppy."
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Shit.
'Yeah.'
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She doesn't even flinch.
Her eyes naturally drift to her last focal point. She eases around him, padding softly to his discarded jacket and picking it up. She carefully folds it over her arm, like she doesn't want to wrinkle it.
Keeping secrets is one thing; putting her in danger is another. She turns back around, and presses his coat against him.
Then she wraps her hand around the back of his neck, and kisses him for the first time tonight. And it isn't just without hesitation, it's no holds barred. It's fierce. It's the kind of kiss that makes sense of phrases like 'kiss your socks off,' or 'kiss the smile right off your face.'
Eventually she has to break for air, sucking lightly on his bottom lip as they part.
"Thank you. For doin' that for me."
He could have lied. He could have refused.
But he didn't.
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...yeah, he'll just be standing there a bit shell-shocked for a minute.
His coat dangles from his hand. He notices it when he looks away from her, and covers his confusion by letting go of her waist, and pulling it on.
He is smiling though. Bit hard not to.
'I'll find somethin' else t'see him about, if that's the payoff.'
Which is to say; she's welcome.
(He will never, ever, understand women.)
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"I hope not."
She looks down, hoping to obscure the color in her cheeks. She's tempted to ask him to stay, but given everything it's best they quit while they're ahead.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
She absently fixes his tie.
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'Yeah,' he says, and kisses her again. Just light, and almost chaste.
The hand slipping 'round to her backside is less chaste but hey, tomorrow's a good few hours away.
'See you tomorrow.'
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It's whispered through her smile, finally breaking loose when she feels his hand slip around to her rump. She gives him a gentle push, herding him toward the door.
Once she has it closed behind him, she rests her forehead against the wood, and takes a breath.