"A Moment of Weakness" for Doc

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Doc Holliday

I personally like #11 but it's whatever!

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc felt . . . woozy. Different. He'd never quite felt like this before so knew that he wasn't drunk. He had been drinking, but it was not the alcohol that made him feel this way. Despite the new liquor of this age, it was not enough to take him down like this. It was a, strange feeling. Almost as if he was walking underwater but . . . also, there were other effects.

Ones that he was trying to force off for the time being until he figured out what was going on. And fortunately, he knew the person to go to for that sort of thing. Pushing open the door to the Homestead, and not even remembering that he shut it, he staggered to the couch and practically collapsed in it. Sitting down felt good. Yes. It allowed him to close his eyes and figure out why his body was aching . . . or well, one part of him in particular. "Wynonna?!" He called out, hoping that Waverly was not home.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Wynonna could hear something in his voice, so she grabbed her donut and walked quickly into the other room. She pushed the door shut as she past, after looking out to make sure he wasn't being chased. "Doc?" Seeing him distressed she dropped the donut to the table and in front of him. He looked . . . distributed. And hard.

Was this a booty call? "What's wrong?" Kneeling down so she could be on eye level, she put her hand on his knee to balance herself. Tonight was one of her few nights 'off' and with Waverly out dancing with Nicole, Jeremy, and Robin; she had been spending it alone with a 12 of her sprinkled friends.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Oh she was close. And getting closer. And closer. And touching his knee! That was when he shot up and staggered a few steps to the side. "Do not touch me," he breathed, more distressed about it than demanding. Because, damn it felt good when she did. He felt himself . . . aroused. These tight jeans were not helping; damn tight modern pants! And Wynonna was only making this arousal thicken. It was as if he was acutely aware of her every detail.

Her touch. Her intoxicating scent. The way she had been so close to him. He had come to her for help and yet seeing her -- feeling her -- so close suggested a kind of help she could give him that would perhaps ease this ache in his body. "I've been poisoned," he exclaimed. "Someone poisoned my drink." Because surely, that was what this was. Of course he had been aroused by Wynonna before but not like this. He knew how to control himself -- most of the time -- but right now, he felt like he had none.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Don't touch him?? Like hell! Wynonna stood up and watched him struggle. He told her he was poisoned. "Poisoned?!" WHY had he not gone to the hospital?! DAMN IT DOC! She was reaching for her phone, when he added that his drink had been poisoned.

Now, Wynonna was a girl who spend a good bit of her life in shady bars with shady men. This was the only reason she paused. He was hard. He wasn't throwing up, pale, or weak. Dropping her phone she fought a grin, as she picked up her donut. Salty water. "Did your drink taste a little salty when you drank it?" She asked, making sure, but she was pretty sure.

No no, teasing him now would be just mean. Still . . .

Wynonna took a big bit and let the filling it her shirt. "Oh shit," she pretended to be upset--badly. Then she sat the donut down and shrugged. Using her finger she scooped it up and brought it to her lips, making eye contact with him as she sucked it off. Yeah, he was in for a lllooonnngggg night. Win for her.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Yes! Poisoned! He had been poisoned! What else could this possibly be? He knew about different concoctions, and this was undoubtedly a poison. Yet suddenly, she did not seem all too concerned. In fact, she seemed to know what it was. "It . . . " He was trying to answer her question but then got distracted when she conveniently spilled some of her donut on her "Might--" What in tarnation was she doing?! He could be dying and she was sucking her finger!

Which, did nothing to ease his own ache because while he tried to stop looking, he couldn't stop staring. Subtle was not a word he'd use to describe her so what in the hell was she doing right now? "Have--dammit Wynonna do you have to be eatin' donuts right now?!" He turned away from her and took a few more steps to the side, gripping the shelf and making sure his back stayed to her. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe through this and trying to somehow will his body to stop . . . waking up. "Salty drinks," he repeated. "What about them?" She clearly knew something because her demanour had changed after saying it. Even though Doc may be dying, he still wasn't stupid. He might be aroused, and hard, but he wasn't stupid.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Wynonna smiled when he 'dammit Wynonna'-ed her. Once the drug ran his system he'd be FINE! It would take some hours but the only thing the doctors would tell him to do was drink water and enjoy the trip. Unless he took so much he was going to black out she wasn't going to call 911. She did however, pick up her phone and text Haught so she could have someone look in it. Then she spoke to his back. "My shirt is all sticky now!" Pulling it over her head she threw it so it landed by his feet.

Picking up the donut she purposely smeared a little on her boobs, before laughing silently. Poor Doc. When he turned around she couldn't WAIT to see his face! "Salty water. It's a drug. Makes trigger finger happy in your pants." Some people took it for fun. "You'll be fiiiinnnne! Next time don't drink the salty drink." Walking a little closer she lifted her arm to pose on the wall, so her bra would make her girls look bigger.

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