A Muzzle For A Horse

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

The offer to reside on the Homestead was indeed a very generous one. A gesture that Doc did not take for granted. In return, he did try to help around the land where he could. Chopping up firewood was just the first task that he knew of -- as Waverly had suggested. So he was on his way from the barn to the main house to see if the sisters required his assistance with anything this morning. Giving a light knock on the door, he waited a few moments but there was no response.

He then proceeded to enter, making his way to the kitchen when something by the stairs caught his attention. Curiosity got the better of him as he went towards it and couldn't resist bending down to pick it up. What on Earth . . . It appeared to be a colourful . . . skimpy . . . fabric of sorts. He held it up by the thin string that seemed to be attached to it and there was only one thing he could think of that it resembled. "How peculiar," he thought out loud, trying to figure out how practical this really was.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Wynonna left her room and went down the steps, coming to stop to watch Doc hold up her underwear and try to figure out what it was. Since he wasn't impressed she assumed that was the first time he's seen the new modern underware. Guys seemed to like it. "Do you want to try it on, or are you hoping I will?" She asked with humor in her tone, and a slight grin at her own funniness.

She wasn't modest, and most of her clothes tended to be black or red lace. A sexy tom boy look. She'd spent years perfecting the careless look but not from vanity. She liked her style, and wasn't going to change it. Reaching for them she turned them right side up and showed him so he'd know what they were. Then she grinned because she knew just what she was doing.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc looked at Wynonna as she descended the stairs and then back at the strange piece of cloth. "Why on Earth would I want to try this on? It looks like a muzzle for a horse." That as the only thing he could think of that would require such thin straps on the side.

Very impractical though. A horse would snap that thing right off. Then, she took it from him and held it the right way up. Doc may be a bit slow but he wasn't that slow in picking up modern things. "I see," he said a bit pensively, slightly tilting his head to the side, a smile appearing on his lips. "So that is what women folk are wearin' these days then." They had sex before but she had not been wearing one of those. He most certainly would have remembered if she was.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

She laughed when he said that he wouldn't want to try it on. "Some men folk wear it too." She joked, but was honest at the same time. "Though, if they were for you then they'd need to be bigger in the front." She said, stepping closer, and letting her voice hold that amused double meaning that she hoped he get.

Remembering the their time in the woods made her think of sex. And thinking of it made her want it again. While she was't sure about a relationship with anyone right now--there was a lot going on, and this curse tended to people killed--SHE tended to get people killed--she did think about the maybes with him. About what if everything was different and she wasn't this damaged girl. "I'm wearing black ones now." She used the humor to keep the mood light but promising.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Men wore that?! It was not a mental image that Doc wished to have in his mind. He'd much rather picture it on Wynonna . . . which, she was certainly helping make clearer as she moved closer to him, speaking of how they would have to be bigger in the front. Why yes, yes they would. And she knew that quite well considering what occurred between them in the woods.

He knew what she said afterwards, and he was willing to be in her life however she wished him to be . . . but the flirtatious exchanges between them and now the way it was carrying on . . . Doc couldn't help but wonder. "Are you now . . . " He said with the same tone, his smile still in place as his eyes dropped before moving back to meet her own. "''fraid I've never seen them before. Might be easier to understand this . . . clothing by seeing on your first hand." He hadn't even fully realized that he too had shifted a bit closer to her. Yes, they were treading in dangerous waters but something that had been so good . . . so incredible, shouldn't only be a one time occurrence. It was too amazing to be just a one time thing.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

"They are confusing shaped, so that might be best." Wynonna said, stepping closer to him. So close she had to tilt her face up slightly to be able to drop her eyes from his to his lips. "And as one of the new people who know how you are behind it's my job to help you out." Very piratical!

Stretching up slightly she tiled her face and kissed him. Slowly at first, giving herself a moment to feel the first giddiness that tickled her belly when he kissed her, before deepening the kiss. Her hand came up tot he back of his head and pulled him into it. Her fingers knocked his hat off in the process. Her other hand came up to bunch in his shirt at the side of his ribs.

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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

All conversation and thought was ceased the moment Wynonna's lips touched his. The woman had the ability to steal his breath and make his heart race. He only recognized that his hat was off of him when it eased the access he had to her lips, making it far easier to reach, far more convenient. He deepened the embrace, his own hand going to her waist, turning her a little bit and stepping forward to move her until her back was against the nearby wall.

Some kisses were tender. Some short. Others . . . led to something more. Both hands rested on either side of her waist, gently pressing her against the wall. It was moments like these where previous conversations of how there was no 'us' fled his mind . . . and yet, the irony cause it was situations like these where he needed to remember it the most. But he supposed he was the fool who would rather be with her in some way, than no way at all.

It may set him up for heartbreak in the future but he would take whatever he could get. Easing out of it, he worked to catch his breath, and let his thoughts catch up to his mind . . . but not too much. "Wynonna . . . " Was all he managed to get out, not even sure what to say. Perhaps giving her the chance to stop them before it went any further. Perhaps just to say it for the sake of it. Either way, it escaped his lips and he waited only a few more seconds before he kissed her again; more intensely, more heated.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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Her back the the wall, and she decided that she liked it when he pressed her there. Doc said her name before kissing her again, and Wynonna decided thinking was done! She had wanted Doc from early on, and he seemed to be alright with no strings. She wasn't sure she could be that for anyone. Besides, she liked him, maybe too much, maybe way way too much--and being with him satisfied that in ways she wasn't sure had ever been satisfied before.

Moaning into the kiss, her fingers threaded his hair. His mustache tickled her face and even while she had teased him about it before, she liked that too. Her hand that held his cheek pulled him tighter into the kiss, while her other moved over his arm. This had started off as more of a way to get off--but now it was about how good he felt. How good he tasted.

She pushed him back slightly, so she could reach for the gun belt that held peacemaker, and drop it to the side, before un buttoning her pants. "I said I'd show you." She teased, pulling them down lower to step out of them. While he looked, she pulled her shirt over her head and then leaned on the wall. Something about being half naked while he was clothed was hot. "Look like a mussel now?" She asked with a laugh, reaching for his shirt to pull him back into her.

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