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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 1:10:52 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He was missing, and he knew he shouldn't be surprised by it. Ever since facing off with Dolls in the fighting arena . . . he knew the man was well trained. That Wynonna was the same, hell better even. His strengths were not in this, but he saw the benefits of learning. Besides, it was a good outlet; something productive to stay focused on. Something to work his body to exhaustion so that he could at least catch a few moments of sleep before he went completely insane.
Once she got a hold of him, he knew there was no release. He put his hand on her arm to try to pull her off but she was fast enough to quickly pin him to the floor. His body between both her knees as she practically had him pinned. The moment begged for a suggestive, flirtatious comment. It begged for a lot of things. But with his mindset, with all that was happening . . . all he could do was turn his head a little to the side, his eyes lowered so not to meet hers. "Well, that's that." Not the most eloquent thing to say, but his way of admitting defeat. In so many ways.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 0:44:25 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE This ease into consciousness was different than the last. The last time, he had abruptly opened his eyes and shot right up onto his feet. This time, there was more of a lull. He felt awake before opening his eyes, though the throbbing in his head certainly didn't help either. And when he did manage to open them, things were blurry; bright. Too bright. He squinted, his nose wrinkling a little at the discomfort. Once again, he found himself trying to piece together recent events.
He felt a soft surface under him, indicating he was no longer on the ground . . . and then he saw a blurry figure. The silhoutte of them revealing it was a woman. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision so he could see her properly. But when her face actually cleared, it made it no easier to understand. So much for the ease into consciousness. He jerked up, only able to move to an upright position out of the shock and confusion. "What happened?!" He question, eyes darting around the room. The very . . . VERY strange room! And there was a strange woman here too!
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 10, 2020 0:37:47 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc kept smiling when she started talking the horse. It was a nice scene to see. Wynonna bonding with the mare. Agreeing to comply with his request when it came to embracing a part of his world. There were many parts of it he missed so moments like these he cherished. Where it captured glimpses of the life he once came from. As he walked alongside them, Wynonna then told him that they were his friends too.
"Sure," he said without really agreeing. Dolls and him had come near to killing each other and while Office Haught was a fine young woman, it was more Doc's care for Waverly that linked him to her. Yes. It was always through the Earps. "Do you wanna try trotting?" He asked her. "It'd be like . . . jogging, let's say." Trying to compare it to human movements. After all, Wynonna was certainly someone who enjoyed a bit of thrill. Though considering how hard it was to get her on the horse, perhaps this wasn't the kind of thrill she was used to, or preferred.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 9, 2020 23:53:36 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc's eyes shot open as he quickly staggered to his feet. Being on the ground unconscious was never a good thing . . . but neither was his current circumstance. He was in the middle of a wooded area and . . . had no gun. Or hat! Dammit! This was indeed terrible. Taking a few moments, he tried to think of what he last remembered. Where he last was. Everything was hazy; he felt . . . hazy. Blinking a few times, he knew that waiting here just made him a sitting duck. He needed to find Wyatt. Yes! Wyatt. That was the last memorable conversation that entered his mind: Wyatt riding for Purgatory and . . . Doc was too sick to join him. Well, that certainly changed now!
Looking around to gain his bearings, he started walking. Noticing what he was wearing and trying to pay it no mind. Clearly someone -- or something -- was messing with him. And once he located his guns, he was going to get them back. He saw a clearing a up ahead where there seemed to be a . . . road of some sorts. But, not the kind he was used to. It wasn't dusty, wasn't full of dirt. And where were all the horses?! Doc had been so confused and distracted, everything spinning around him, that the loud sound had not alerted him enough in time. He spun around to suddenly get hit with something, and damn, it hit him hard. He fell to the ground, hitting his head on it while hearing a voice shout out his name. An unfamiliar voice but he could not see the face. It just became a blur . . . as everything went dark again.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 9, 2020 23:40:50 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc expected her to take the baby and . . . well he wasn't sure what he would do after that. But instead, she just touched her face and then apologized to him. He remained silent, his eyes still on the newborn. "You don't need to be," he finally said. No. She didn't owe him an apology because . . . there was nothing to apologize for. They had no agreement. No commitment to one another. Quite the opposite in fact; for she had told him that there was no 'us'. He had known that. Or well, he knew he had to accept that.
So what right did he have to be . . . disappointed? To have wanted to share this with her. To have wanted to be a good father for their baby. No. He had no right. While it didn't ease the sting in him that felt worse than when his lungs were on fire with a disease . . . right now, the last thing she needed was to feel any guilt for anything. "Waverly should be back soon," he told her, explaining the reasons behind why he was here. And it certainly wasn't to force this . . . confrontation. But seeing Wynonna right now, he wasn't sure he wanted to leave her alone after all she had been through.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 17:20:24 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was finally out of that confounded well. The irony, by the heir no less. Though that was hardly the most ironic part of his life. The ultimate irony . . . being that he was the best friend of Wyatt Earp, gunned down by Peacemaker, a Revenant and . . . hidden away so that the curse could never be broken until he was found. And alas, here he was. Doc had to gain some understanding of his surroundings. The world had changed dramatically and it was going to take time to fully understand it all . . . but he did not wish to waste any more time hiding in the shadows. He had one thought that kept him going; one thought that was what made him foolish enough to seek out the heir.
Bring down the witch. The one who was responsible for shoving him down the well. While he was with the company of Bob Del Rey and the others . . . he wanted to see this heir. He wanted to see what she was like. The first female heir of 27 years of age -- or so he had heard. Deciding that the one place that he did not mind spending the day at was Shorty's bar. So there he was, his hat tipped down, waiting, watching . . . and then she was drinking. He only recognized her -- never having met her before -- because of Peacemaker. A gun she left sitting on the bar. Unattended. "Mercy me. Now is that what I think it is little lady?"
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 16:44:23 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was a mix of emotions right now and he was doing his very best to keep things under the surface. He went from, having a daughter to having to give her up to . . . neither of those things. Waverly had informed him that the baby could not be taken outside of the Ghost River Triangle which meant . . . the obvious. She was part Revenant. Which in turn, meant that the child was not his. He knew that this shouldn't change anything. And he knew he would still love the baby regardless . . . but he also knew that he was no different than anyone else. That Dolls may as well claim the child to be his.
Hell -- though Doc wouldn't admit it to him -- the Deputy Marshall would be a good dad; a better one. And, he could very well be. Or maybe neither of them would do. Doc hadn't the faintest idea. He just . . . knew he had no right to ask anything of Wynonna when it came to their her daughter. But what he did know, he would protect her just like he did with any other Earp. Currently, he was holding her as she slept, sitting in the living room of The Homestead. Nicole went to bring Wynonna home and Waverly had said something about getting supplies for the baby since they hadn't fully been prepared for this.
Doc had hoped that Waverly would be back before Wynonna got home so that he could leave them be . . . but when he heard Nicole's car pull into the drive way, he knew that would not be the case. Taking a slow breath, he stood up when he heard the door open and Wynonna enter the room. He presumed they had told her already. That the plan of sending her out was not an option. That the Revenant, was indeed her father. "She's sound asleep," he told her quietly, walking towards Wynonna to pass her the baby. Her baby. And even still, he could not help but feel an array of emotions as he held her. Emotions -- as he previously established -- that he had no right to feel.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:57:12 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Well now, this was all going rather well. She seemed to be getting the hang of it . . . the horse moving with ease. Slow enough for Doc to follow along with and for her to grow more comfortable and with ease. "Come now," he began to say when she told him that they wouldn't be getting to know each other as often as he thought.
"I have been making nice with your friends." He paused for a moment. "All of them." His tone specifically referencing the Deputy Marshall Dolls, whom Doc did not care for in the beginning. "Least you can is make nice with one of mine," he said with a teasing tone. "And I intend to keep her in my life for as long as she'll have me." Further playing into the idea of a horse being a man's best friend. Though they said that about dogs . . . Doc fully believed that it counted for horses too.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:52:46 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Somewhere in the back of his mind was the knowledge that there was a bed in the near vicinity. But once he removed the last layer of clothing, and he felt her fingers wrap around him, guiding him to her entrance . . . thoughts of moving were put on hold. He heavily exhaled, a groan mixed with the sound when she moved down on him, his hips jerking to press into her
. He remained still, chest heaving with desire as he felt that sense of completion whenever their bodies were joined. His hands went under her thighs to further support her position, unable to withhold himself any more. His pushed his hips forward, another groan of pleasure escaping him at the sensation. His lips went to her neck, nestling in the crook of it while kissing along her skin to help muffle any more sounds, thrusting deeply inside of her again, and again, somewhere in the midst of it, moaning her name against her skin.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:29:11 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Aliens? Well, that was a conversation for another die. Right now, they were learning to ride a horse. Which, was turning out to be quite the ordeal. But Doc cherished every moment of it. He just looked at her as she pointed out that she was taller than him, deciding not to react and just let her familiarize herself with the mare. He gently touched the horse's neck, meant to calm the animal when she . . . evidently hollered for the breaks.
"Small piece of advice. You shout on a horse before you two are familiar with each other, it can startle the animal." And, perhaps it was not best to start shouting things so early on. But, Wynonna seemed to be getting the hang of it because after taking a few steps back, it finally started to walk forward. Doc's lips curled into a smile as he watched proudly. "Well now there you go," he encouraged as he watched with a continued smile. And, well . . . damn, if she didn't look good on that horse. It only made his smile grow as he began to walk alongside Wynonna and the animal. "Her name is Betsy," he told her. "Talkin' to her helps her get used to your voice," he added on, casually walking alongside the two of them.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:22:38 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He moved his hands back, raising his arms when she proceeded to pull his shirt up off of him. He opened his eyes, watching her reach for his hat and put it on. His eyes remained fixed on her as she stood up. As if he wasn't aroused enough, that sure as hell did it for him. She was perhaps the only one who could get away with wearing his hat . . . and of course it helped that she was hardly wearing anything else. Reaching of her hand he used her help to pull himself to his feet, his body getting pushed back against the barn wall as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled every down in one go. He closed his eyes, hand on the back of her head and fingers tangling in her hair as encouragement, a groan of pleasure escaping him as his body thickened with arousal.
With need. With her hands around his neck, his hungrily kissed her, groaning into the embrace, bodies pressed together. He used the opportunity to kick off his pants, underwear and shoes before stepping forward, taking her with him until they crossed midway through the barn, and in the process, unclasped her bar. He moved forward until her back against one of the beams. With her back now against it, the contact of their lips unbroken, his hands went to pull down the straps of her bra, moving his chest back just enough to let it fall so that their unclad chests were now pressed against each other, as his hands fell to her underwear to remove the last article of clothing that covered either of them.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 8, 2020 0:05:56 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He extended his hand, motioning to the horse a if to say go ahead then. Resuming his previous position, he hovered close to her, fortunately making more progress this time around as she got one foot into the stirrup. He quickly extended his hands on her to help regain her balance before she got a little too swing happy -- which would have resulted in her falling over on the other side. But she regained herself and managed to sit on the saddle. Albeit, she was clinging to the horse, but it was a start.
"And what kind of Westerns did you watch exactly?" He said teasingly, considering that was one hell of a way to mount . . . and couldn't help but mock her earlier spoken confidence of how she knew how to do it. And then, she asked about the steering wheel. He reached over and took hold of the reins, passing them to her. "They're called reigns," he informed her. "Didn't your western movies tell you that too?" He asked, unable to keep the smirk from his face. "Now, you give them a little flick, and dig your heels in to get the horse to start movin'. If you want her to halt, you give the reigns a pull." He paused for a moment. "But you gotta sit up in the saddle," he said . . . an obvious thing but she had to first resume position.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:59:31 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE His eyes remained closed when he felt her finger trail over his lips, the sensation further fuelling his desire. She fortunately completed the task that he was building towards, and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her flawless figure. His hands now roamed over her almost fully bare body, eagerly kissing her again, breath slightly hitched as she bit at his lips before deepening the kiss.
He slightly lifted himself off the wall, just enough to take off the jacket he was wearing and letting it fall to the crowd, immediately missing the warmth of her skin. And while there, started to unbutton his shirt, only getting it half open until the urge to touch her became too great again. So he moved one hand back to her body, roaming over her back while his other finished the tasks of his buttons. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, slipping his tongue inside to explore her, quenching the burning thirst he held for her between each time they found their way in this intimate setting, to each other's arms.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:41:59 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Well . . . that had certainly backfired. Literally. Because she went back . . . into him. So instead of using her weight to support the movement, she just fell back into him . . . apparently deciding against it. The Earp heir . . . afraid of a horse. Well, Doc never thought he'd see the day. "The idea was to get you on the horse, not to get me on it," he told her, as if it was obvious. She went on about the count and he just looked at her quizzically. She was stalling. Clearly. But, he was determined to help her on.
"Look here," he told her. He waited until she was able to stand on her own, not relying on his hands or weight, and stepped towards the horse. Apparently, she needed some visuals to aid her. "You lift one foot up to the stirrup." His hands were on the saddle and he raised a leg so that his foot was hooked into the designated space. He then hoisted himself up, swinging his other leg over and tucking it into the other stirrup. Damn! It felt mighty good to be on a horse again. "And there you have it," he both told and showed her. Not sitting on it too long, he dismounted and went back to stand next to her. "Easy as pie," he added. "And I have tight jeans on too," he commented with a smile, and a hint of flirtation.
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