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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:32:06 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The way she looked at him was doing nothing to still his emotions that she always seemed to draw from him. And then she had said it: told him that it was what did when they love someone. He knew that saying it was not easy for her, which was why it meant all the more to Doc. To be able to say the word, say that she loved him and then solidify it with a kiss. One that felt deeper than before.
Yes. The words, like her touch, warmed him to the very core of his still beating heart. He parted his lips to encourage the deepened his, a renewed passion in the embrace as his hands went to his gun belt, unfastening it so that it and the guns in the holsters loosened, to which he tossed it to the side. His moved her so that she could sit more comfortable astride him, the contact of their bodies more at ease now that he didn't have the bulk of his pistols hindering them. His hands went to the side of her shirt, one hand tucking a little under it, to touch her skin and caress the side of her body, without lifting it all the way up.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:17:28 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE It worked! Doc smiled as she marched up to the horse, turning to face her but waited to approach. She was touching it as if it was on fire. "No, but cars have about a hundred different parts of it that can make a person go boom." Explode. Catch fire. He may be new to the whole thing but he'd seen pictures of car wrecks, explosions . . . and while he did love dynamite, he preferred not to be in something when it went kaboom.
He listened to her next excuse, complaining about her tight pants. That brought a smirk to Doc's expression. "Come now, I have seen just how flexible you can be," he said with a flirtatious tease in his voice. Even still, he went over to her, leading her to stand right next to the saddle. "I'm gonna help you mount her. Swing one leg over and slide each foot into the stirrup." His hands went to either side of her waist in preparation. "One, two, three," and with her, lifted her up a little, but she would need to hoist herself up too in order to get in the proper position.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 23:09:45 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The worst. She had seemed rather eager about it . . . but he also knew it was just spoken as a way to deflect the actual conversation. Now however, it was said in a tone and with touches that made his heart beat heavier in his chest. And his breath slow down. It had him looking at her with soft intent, and a warm sensation course through his very soul -- the only indication and reminder that he even still had one.
He closed his eyes during the other kiss, breathing into it, trying to hold himself back from touching her more, from deepening it. From letting his emotions intensify. He remained still, his hands still one her, lips lightly moving against hers until he parted them to speak. "Well then, it is a good thing we have this unopened bottle of whiskey . . . " He kissed the corner of her mouth before continuing his sentence. "To help drown out the taste of this canned sauce." Before lightly kissing along her cheek, his hand not on her waist slowly sliding down her shoulder and back to her side.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:59:59 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE She was making jokes all the while, still refusing to get on the horse. Talking about peddles and fillies and all sorts of things to avoid the actual process of mounting. The horse, that is. There was even mimicry involved. He looked at the horse and then turned to look back at her, moving closer and closer to where she stood.
Not failing to notice, that her position was at a significant distance from the horse. "I emerged from that well to enter a whole new era; a world of yours that I knew I had to embrace." He wasn't looking for sympathy, but he was trying to make a point. He was now standing directly in front of her, hardly any space between them as he tilted his head to the side a little, looking directly into her eyes. "Is it so terrible, to ask you to embrace a part of mine?" The world, the era that he was from. Really, he was trying to charm her into it.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:53:43 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He sat but a little but more as she moved to astride him leaning forward to meet his lips. Closing his eyes, he soaked in the feeling of it all. The renewed hope. The emotional ease. The comfort of her touch. Knowing, that he hadn't entirely screwed this up. His hands went to either side of her waist, his legs straightening a little to make it more comfortable for her to rest on him.
The kiss was light, slow, soft, and how he relished in the sensation of it. Hesitantly easing out of it, he remained close, his eyes still closed for a few seconds after the kiss ended. He opened them to look at her, one hand moving from her waist to brush some of her hair back from her cheek. "So, cranberry sauce you say." The words were a bit of a tease, considering he wasn't even thinking of food right now.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:39:47 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE To be fair, he had expected some resistance. He did not expect this to be easy, and knew full well the stubbornness of an Earp. But, he also was going to be determined to teach her a thing or two. One never knew when the skill of riding a horse could come in handy. Especially in a town like this.
"Come now, Wynonna. It's not so bad," he assured her. "Far easier than manoeuvring one of those confounded automobiles you and Waverly insist I learn to steer." Which, he still hated but was getting more and more used to. He was embracing all this new technology, some of which was incredibly complicated. Riding a horse was a far simpler task. At least to him. "Which I still manage to do," he added on. "Surely, you can manage learning to ride a horse."
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:33:19 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He moved where she directed him, adjusting his position so that his back was against the wall along with hers, sitting next to her. The comfort of the position as she leaned against him further brought his mind to ease that this . . . them, was not damaged beyond repair. Though he supposed, they never were. They always found a way back to each other. Always found a reason to stay.
She told him that she hadn't called Charlie; that Jeremy had sent him. That did bring his mind to ease some, having had brought it up at the dinner table. Had tensions not already been strong, perhaps it would not have seemed as big a deal. "I hope you know, that you can always call me too." He lowered his gaze so that he met hers. His fingers going to gently cup her cheek for a moment before lowering. "That no matter what, I will be there. Always." Whether they were arguing, lashing out at each other, or not on the best of terms . . . it would never hinder his willingness to be at her side and have her back.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:10:43 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc's smile was unwavering as he turned his attentions back to the horse. "Why thank you," he said proudly. His excitement clouded his understanding of her sarcasm. He just took the compliment happily. It wasn't until her second tease that he actually realized that she was teasing him. "That very well may be," he said playing into it. "As there is only one female that will be getting majority of my attention in the coming days." This beautiful mare.
"A different kind of attention that is," he quickly clarified with a continued smile. She then asked him if he was really so against a car. "Entering this era I fully understand that I must adapt to the times. Including the accessibility that it seems only vehicles will provide." Patting the horse's side a couple more times, he took a few steps away from her and towards Wynonna. "But that does not mean I must fully neglect how we once used to travel to our destinations." With horses. "So just as you once had me learn to drive, I am now returning the favour." He paused again, his smile growing. "And I'm gonna teach you how to ride a horse." There it was; the reveal of why he had brought her here.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 22:02:27 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The question was both simple and complicated at the same time. "I did," he answered truthfully. I did love her, perhaps a part of him would always care for her. But, she had left all those years ago and with the life he had now, he couldn't picture it with her. Not anymore. Not with who he had in his life now. He knew that Kate loved him, that she had come here for him . . . he knew what she wanted. But, he also knew he couldn't give it to her. Not completely. Had Wynonna not come after him, then he might have. How close it had come to that.
"And she does," he confirmed. They had loved each other enough to marry one another; she was after all the only wife Doc had ever had. "Seeing her after so long had been . . . overwhelming." It was the only way he could describe the rush of emotions. The way seeing her had reminded him of his past and how almost simpler things had been back then. And now, she was a vampire, he was over 100 years old, gave up a child, was destined for hell and he was helping break the Earp curse. Not to mention, he was in love with the Earp heir. "And I was weak." So incredibly weak. "But I do not want to be her husband, just as I do not want her to be wife." It had been so long, and . . . he'd fallen out of love with her in the way that a husband shouldn't.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 18:30:06 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He smiled at her teasing words, the expression short lived once again as she turned her body, facing him, and kissing him. He breathed into the kiss, his hands wrapping around her, one sliding down her back to the fabric of her underwear. "Oh, I know how to take my time," he spoke against her lips, in reference to her remark.
Yes, it certainly was not as . . . rewarding to be the fastest in such intimate settings compared to the praised speed of a gunslinger. Besides, it was far more enjoyable when taking one's time. Especially in such circumstances where they did not often have the chance. After all . . . compared to their first time which required a certain hasty speed, it was nice to just slow things down this time around. He adjusted their positions, slightly lifting her so that he could move his legs, his hands on her sides to move her own legs so that they were on either side of his waist, sitting up and astride him now.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 18:12:28 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was beyond excited! Just as he had seen Wyonna's reaction to what he learned was a motorcycle . . . well, he felt the exact same way about getting his hands on a gorgeous chestnut mare. He had spent some time grooming her, bonding with her and building that trust that a rider had with their horse. Yes. She was gorgeous! And Doc felt far more comfortable riding her than any car or other vehicle that this new age found convenience in.
So he'd told Wynonna to meet him here; in the open field. If she had him driving a car, he was going to teach her to ride a horse. A basic skill that everyone should know how to do. At least in his day, it was a given. He hadn't told her why to come here, only to meet him here . . . being purposely ambiguous so that she could not argue or reject the idea. So when he saw her come, he smiled, his hand stroking the snout of the horse. "Ain't she a beaut?" He asked Wynonna, patting the horse a few times.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 17:39:52 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE They were back to talking about the Christmas dinner but at least this time, it wasn't a heated conversation filled with tension. "I'd like that," he told her truthfully when she said that he could stay and be with everyone . . . be with her. Yes, it was true. He supposed he too was part of this family. Though he had not failed to notice that she had mentioned, without specifically naming, Kate. He knew he had to explain this to her, somehow. "Kate and I . . . we're from a different time." Literally but also, on a deeper level. And he was going to elaborate on that.
"I got caught up in the memories and that, familiarity." Which was why he had just let himself go with her; not overthinking things and wishing that he had been stronger. "But what once existed between us, is no more." The love that they once had that was strong enough to bind them through the union of marriage . . . had lessened. Had become less intense. "I wish only to move on from that pat of my life, closing that chapter. And starting a new one . . . with you." Meaning, there was no other woman. And now knowing how she felt about him, now knowing that there could be a possibility for them . . . well, he wasn't going to be taking that revelation lightly.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 2:32:57 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc knew that, and understood it of course. "I know," he said softly, not about to pressure her into something when there was so much more going on that they needed to address. "All I'm asking, is that you do not shut out the possibility of it." And that was all he needed to know; what he had needed to hear all along. That any kiss in the future, would not be made with understand that it could never be anything more. It could. It might. And that hope was worth clinging onto. He closed his eyes for a brief moment when he felt her hand upon his cheek, hearing her say that if it could be anyone, it would be him. After referencing their daughter. All he wanted, was to be a family. To have that love around them. But as they both knew, there was a great deal more than needed to be done before they could get to that point.
Looking at her again, he knew just how much of a break through this was, and didn't want to downplay that. "I can't imagine it being anyone else," he told her honestly. Wife included, and he knew that was a topic they also needed to address, considering the fact that he had kept it from her . . . and slept with her. He leaned forward, lightly kissing her lips in a soft, but emotional embrace. Not letting it linger too long for it was not done to silence the conversation, but rather, give some hope to the future; to them. Easing out of it, he rested his forehead against hers. "Do not shut it out," he repeated his earlier words, this kiss a reminder of what was between them. That was all he was asking. To not deprive herself of happiness because as he once told her, he would do whatever it took to make her happy.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 2:21:34 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 1:59:06 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE What did he want from her. Oh the irony of the question considering he had just recently asked her that. But the tone of the conversation had completely changed. Her's required a softer answer, but as always, an honest one. Her admittance, her verbalizing of emotions, was all he needed to know so that he knew how to act with her. So that they would not continue to face this . . . uncertainty. "To let yourself know that this . . . that we could be something wonderful." So many times she had told him that there was no 'us'. Not romantically anyway.
He reached over, his fingers gently brushing away her tears. "If you let us." He knew now -- and perhaps on some level always had -- that it was not due to her lack of desire or want. But rather, the fear that kept her from acting on how she felt -- how he now knew she felt. And perhaps saying it out loud made it more real for her. "To not deprive yourself of being happy." Continued answers to her single question. "Of letting someone love you. Of letting yourself be loved." As she was already by so many, but in this case, it was a different kind of love he was referring to. The kind that existed between them. "We have one life to live, Wynonna. And I am asking you to consider, living that life with me." As two people who love each other did.
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