Didn't do it for him

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Wynonna had her jacket off and was running the cloth over the pool table. "Just saying--if you had to have a super power fire breath would be the most problematic! Bad ass, but not going to get you laid. Though imagine if we used it to clear the drive way next time it snowed! NO shovel needed! Boom! Marshmallows for everyone!"

Tossing the rag to rest on her shoulder she walked up to the bar and looked at Doc. Leaning on the bar she grinned at him, amused with herself over his smart use of fire powers. She was using it to fill up the silence too. Doc had done a lot for Dolls and she was grateful. She just didn't know how to say thank you. Even more so since he had said he'd done it for her, not Dolls.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

While Doc knew that Dolls was far from ordinary -- or human -- he'd hardly expected the man to breathe fire. Glowing eyes, sure. Superhuman strength. And now . . . fire breather. The entire scene had been shocking and yet not surprising at all. The fact that the drugs had worked -- perhaps a little too well -- was enough of a relief to subdue any other emotions upon seeing the -- whatever he was, breathe fire. Rosita had done well, as did Jeremy. Now they would just have to wait to see the aftermath. Truth was, as Doc had told Wynonna, he did it for her. While he no longer wished the man dead -- so to speak -- his now amicable 'relationship' with him, if one could even call it that, was because of Wynonna.

In much the same way that Dolls treatment of Doc was because of her too. After all, in the early days neither of them was able to kill the other knowing they would never have her forgiveness. Doc looked at Wynonna with a smile, starting to walk over to her, or the bar rather to give them a reward for a good days work. "I am sure the former Deputy Marshall would revel in the thought of being your own personal snow blower," he said with a smirk, moving behind the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. "I for one, did not know he could do that," he added, pouring the drinks for them, and for whatever reason, wanted Wynonna to know that he hadn't the knowledge of the extent of Dolls' . . . capabilities.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Doc brought over the drinks and glasses. Oh good! She needed a drink after any for of work! "I thought Jeremy was going going to pee on your floor." She joked, not an honest one. She was willing to bet he hadn't known it either. She was also avoiding talking to Dolls about it right now too. Not sure she was ready to know if he knew that he could breathe fire or not. It did explain how he knew so much about the supernatural.

"I thought he was going to change colors. Like a chameleon!" Another joke to avoid talking about the real issue, but also one to keep the mood light. She let him pour them drinks and she drank her's effortlessly, enjoying the burn that hard liquor always gave. And the ease to her head full of thoughts. After a long but comfortable moment of silence she asked, "How long have you been working to help Dolls?"

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Ah yes, Jeremy. A funny fellow that one was, but loyal and valuable no less. "Being in our company . . . it was only a matter of time before found himself in a life or death situation." Taking a swig of his drink, he set the cup back on the surface but curled his fingers around it. "Won't be the last either." Whatever lay ahead of them, there was bound to be more risks, more danger, more threats. That was part of the thrill.

She then asked him how long he had been working to help him. The need to keep any more of this from her was gone. She deserved the honest answer now. "Ever since we helped him escape from the facility," he answered. "I knew his dependency on the drug would hinder him from getting too far. So, we needed to act fast." Hence, the purchasing of Shorty's, blackmailing Lucado, and enlisting Rosita's help. "I hope you understand the reasons we could not tell you." We this time, meaning him and Dolls. He had explained it earlier, but truly wanted to make sure they were alright. After all, they had bigger arguments and disagreements than something like this.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

She didn't understand why they didn't tell her, but she understood it too. At least most of it. While she would have rather known from the start, she was not going to quival over the end game. "Thank you," she told him in a rare moment of honestly. "For helping him." Though the last time that she'd said this he had told her that he hadn't done it for Dolls, and it had made her giddy. That must be how Waverly felt every time she breathed. It was nice.

Things had not always been so simple between her and Doc, but times like this she wished they were. Wished there wasn't a curse that kept things dangerous, and she wasn't the one it spear headed for. Looking at him, Wynonna smiled softly thinking about how good they were when they worked together.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc looked at her as she thanked him for helping Dolls. "Well it is as I said before, I didn't do it for him." On some level . . . he did. But ultimately, it was because of Wynonna. Before he had not killed Dolls because of her. Then he tolerated Dolls because of her. And now . . . he was -- dare he say -- friends with the man, because of her. He knew how difficult it would be for Wynonna if any harm came to Xavier Dolls and if Doc wasn't doing anything to help him, well then, he would be partly to blame.

He wanted to spare Wynonna of feeling any loss for the man. She had lost enough loved ones in her life. Besides, it allowed them these precious moments. Moments where her guard was lowered enough to smile softly like that. As if she was simply a woman and he a man and there was nothing else outside of these walls. No complications, no life or death threats. No curse to break. Here they were simply Wynonna and Doc. And damn, when she smiled at him like that he felt like a school boy, weak in the knees and heart racing. Enough that he could help but take off his hat and lean forward, lightly kissing her lips and hoping it would not tarnish the moment.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

He took his hat off-HE TOOK HIS HAT OFF! That was her first sign that he was about to kiss her. Doc leaned in and slowly kissed her, and Wynonna felt her eyes close and her heart speed up. Her lips moved softly under his, tasting the whiskey there that mixed with the taste that was him. When the kiss broke and he stood up, she sat there for a moment before leaning up to kiss him again.

She was always better with actions then words. Actions had always meant more to her then words. His actions of helping Dolls meant something to her. It showed her that she meant something to him too. While she wasn't sure she was ready to dive deeper in to what this meant, she did know she couldn't go another moment without acting on how she felt. And she felt a lot right now. Not just in her pants, but her chest. In her heart. When the kiss broke again, she felt the need to make sure he understood that "This is not a thank you." She wasn't doing this because she was thanking him. She was doing this because she wanted too. Which was why she went to kiss him again.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

When they pulled away from the kiss, as he so often did, he felt the immediate deprivation of her touch. A touch that he was craving more and more with each passing day. But then she kissed him again and he found that longing sated . . . for now. He closed his eyes, soaking in the kiss and letting it consume every fibre of his being. When she pulled away, he belatedly opened his eyes as she told him this was not a thank you.

He wanted to teasingly reply with 'then what it is' but even his flirtatious remark was silenced in this intimate moment. He knew that she never had to thank her, not for this . . . but that she may anyway. Surely, she knew he loved her and hoped she knew just how much he would do for her. He softly smiled, an expression that was short lived for then she kissed him again and this time he raised his hand up to touch cup her cheek, the skin covered by his fingers and palm. He coaxed her mouth open a little more with his own, deepening the embrace, not even realizing that as he tried to shift closer to her, he knocked over his drink and for once, hardly cared about the spilled alcohol.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

She didn't pay attention to the sounds of the glass tiping over, or the whiskey ending up on the floor (WASTE!) and instead only felt his kiss. Like the many that had become it, the kiss made her feel things. Physical and emotional things. Both of which was new to her in the powerful way she felt them. Yes, she loved Dolls, but this was different. Dolls made her feel like she was apart of something, and important. Doc made her feel important to him, and apart of something between them. Which both excited her and scared the shit out of her.

Her hands moved to his ribs, and bunched in his shirt as she pulled him closer to her. It wasn't enough to just feel the heat of him through their clothes. Stepping to the side, moving to the steps, she didn't like him break the kiss. Tugging on his shirt, she pulled him toward where she knew his bed was. Leaving his hat and the spilled whiskey for anyone to find.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

When she moved closer as well, he knew there was no stopping it. Once they were in the moment, uninterrupted, unguarded . . . they just let themselves be. Be together. Blocking out the world beyond whatever walls they found themselves in. His hand on her cheek slid to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he moved with her, direction and spatial skills indicating where they were going.

Moving forward as she tugged him by the shirt towards the stairs. He didn't open his eyes for a moment as each foot went up one stair after the other. He didn't dare break the kiss; not even to breathe. Once they were at the top, he started undoing his belt so that by the time they took those extra steps inside his bedroom, his belt and holsters with the guns already fell to the ground. Both his hands then went to the ends of the shirt, starting to pull it off of her, and using the broken contact of their lips to take a quick, short breath before eagerly seeking out her mouth again, the heat of the moment evident in the way they hungrily pressed against hers.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

Doc got them up the steps, and when she heard his gun belt drop, Wynonna moaned into the kiss. She knew what was coming with that sound. He pulled off her shirt, leaving her in a black bra and jeans. Her turn. Reaching for his buttons she undid a few of them before pulling it apart and letting the few stop buttons fly. She bit his shoulder while pulling his undershirt up from his jeans, and then over his head.

Her mouth took his again as she tugged on his belt and jeans. Leaving them undone, but on him, she pushed him back on the bed. Smiling brightly at the sight of him, she pushed her jeans down and slipped them off with her boots. Crawling over him she grinned down at him. Slowly lowering her face she kissed him slowly but deeply. This. She loved this. She . . . loved him. And it was the best worst thing in the world.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

His hands ran over her almost bare back, preparing to remove her bra . . . until he felt her quickly remove his shirt, not even paying attention to the flying buttons. He sharply inhaled when her teeth pressed into the skin of his shoulder, the pleasure of the touch fuelling his arousal, that was already getting too tight for his jeans. Which, fortunately she also took care of, undoing them and then pushing him onto the bed. He collapsed on it, taking he opportunity to kick off his boots, his eyes remaining on her as she removed her pants. They slowly wandered over ever inch of her perfect, alluring figure.

Had she not moved on top of him, he surely would have pulled her down . . . the distance having been too much to bare. But they quickly made up for those lost seconds. His hands returned to her back, unclasping her bra and letting it open. He was getting better at understanding women's -- of this era -- lingerie. His lips moving against hers, his hands slid over her back to her shoulder, starting to lower the straps of her undergarment, but with the angle, couldn't fully removing. In one swift motion, he turned them so that he was on top of her, toying with the power play. His lips moved from hers, to her neck, kissing along the side of it as one hand moved to complete the task of fully taking off her bra while the other slid down her bare upper thigh, taking in the softness of her skin.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

Doc flipped her own in order to better remove her bra. Wynonna lifted her hands up to cup her own breast and squeeze them for both his viewing pleasure, as well as her own. "Take your jeans off," came her breathless words as she did. She wanted him naked. Kissing his lips, and putting her feet flat on the bed to better lift her hips to rub against him she encouraged him to follow her 'request'.

When he pushed off her to get them off, Wynonna rolled over and crawled up on her hands and knees, before finally standing up on her knees and looking back over at him. Slowly turning, displaying herself for him, she smiled wide. The age difference was kind of hot, but she never went more then to tease him. "Come on, old man, keep up."

When he moved toward her, she moved back. Just enough to keep out of his reach. Her laughter teasing him as well.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

He was not one to object to her command. After all, he did have a thing for strong women. He did as told, pushing his pants down as she moved off to the side, straying too far for his liking. No. He liked the contact between them, but her actions did make him smile. For if there was one thing he also liked . . . it was this playful nature. Further proof of how easy it was to forget about the outside world when they were in each others company in this way. She called him an old man, swiftly moving away from his reach whenever he tried to grab her.

"Need I remind you, I have the fastest gunslinger that ever walked the earth. And with that, comes quick reflexes . . . " After a couple of failed attempts, he finished his words at the same moment he managed to wrap an arm around her, holding her from behind. "And fast hands," he added in a suggestive voice. He was now positioned behind her as she was on her knees, his arm wrapped around her lower front, and her back pressed against his chest, holding her against him. With his free hand, he brushed her hair to the side, kissing along her shoulder, before lowering the same hand to her breast to cup and massage it. "So how are you liking those old man hands now?" He asked in between each kiss along her skin.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

Doc teased her saying he was the fastest gun slinger to ever walk the Earth, and with that came---He grabbed her and held her to him--fast hands. Laughing she rubbed her butt against his cotton clad cock. Her head dropped back on his shoulder as she did, the feeling making her grew wet in anticipation. Then he asked how she liked his old man hands now. Reaching out to to cover his with her own, she answered "I've always liked your hands. Though in bed, it's not in to be the fastest anymore." Another tease.

Turning in his arms so they were both kneeling on the bed and facing each other. Her arms lifted to rest on his shoulders as she pressed her breast to his chest. Tilting her face she kissed him slowly, lingering to get full enjoyment out of the moment. One hand slipped lower to go under his arm, and hold his hand to her, as she rubbed over his skin. The other moved to pull his face deeper into her kiss, without speeding it up.

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