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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 1:48:16 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 1:34:56 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc listened as she told him that she'd said it to make him leave. Part of him knew it. That was partly the issue after all. That she had kept herself at an emotional distance which was why he had pushed for some sort of emotional response. She acknowledged his time in hell, saying that he would return if he stayed. He knew he had to accept his fate. That hell may come sooner or later. But this was not about him. Not about his struggles and fears. He wanted to reassure her, and put her own at ease. So instead, he first addressed her remark about more people joining the team; more people that she feared leading down a road of death.
"If there's one thing I learned, is that everybody has to die some day." He had tried to cheat it, but it had come at too high of a cost -- something he'd learned when it was too late. "It is what we do before then that matters." Doc knew he couldn't redeem himself. He was destined for hell, and still . . . that would not stop him for doing what was right. Something that Dolls had told him in one of their last conversations. "Every single person on the team, trusts you you. Believes in you. And yes, that may seem like a great burden to carry, but we are all here of our own volition. It is our choice to make and we all choose this path, with you."
It had been an easy choice for him to make once the heir had returned to Purgatory. Ever since he'd laid eyes on her and yes, sometimes he had challenged that position . . . but he knew that he could never bare the thought of any harm coming to her. That it was better to fight for what was right, than go down a darker path. He just wished he'd learned that sooner in life. "My fate in the life after this one may be sealed, but this life is not. And it does not stop me from being here, with you. However you will have me." Meaning, he was not about to place any more pressure on what they should be. All he wanted, was to know. Whether she loved him or not, she would always be worth fighting for but now . . . there was a brighter hope in what they could truly become, once this was all over. "Nothing will stop me from that." From being with her, fighting for her.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 1:09:19 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 1:00:47 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was relieved to feel her hand gently squeeze his own. Truth was, he had no idea how she was going to react. They have never been in this position before and he had no idea if Wynonna had ever told a man that she loved him. Still, to know that she wasn't pulling away this time, that she wasn't rejecting him this time . . . it did mean a great deal. He gave a small, faint smile, letting their gaze linger upon each other for a few more moments, trying to think of what he could say in this moment. "I have many regrets in my life," he began to say.
"But loving an Earp has never been one of them." Of course in completely different ways. But he wanted her to know that. That despite what fate befell him for being so closely tied to Wyatt, he did not regret being loyal to him -- up until his betrayal. That part, he sorely regretted. And now, he did not regret loving Wynonna, despite whatever the future may hold. He knew there was not much he could say to bring her mind to ease about the others.
It was guilt she carried and he hoped that with time and gentle reminders, that burden of ease would guilt. He feared the weight of it may crush her . . . or perhaps it already was. Yet, she had said what he needed to hear, and he wouldn't hold any further expectation upon her. Almost teasingly, he then reached for the whiskey and placed it back in her hand, a small smile to go with his gesture as he slowly moved his own away from touching hers.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 0:40:29 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 7, 2020 0:29:58 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc remained silent as he took in every word that she said. And, she said what he longed to hear. Truth was, he wasn't sure if she was going to . . . admit it. But she had. She said she loved him, and while the moment was bittersweet . . . it was all he needed to hear in this moment. His heart did hurt for her; hearing all that she had lost, the guilt she carried with her. He knew in many moments that she came to him for support, for encouraging words and he would give her whatever morsels of wisdom he had. But right now, all he could do was listen. His eyes slightly glistened, practically feeling the pain of all she went through. He was here for some of it, but not all. And though he wished he could carry the burden of these emotions and . . . guilt, he couldn't.
But, he could be here for her. And that was what he intended to do. Despite having abruptly left, he knew that he would always be there for her, just in other ways than what they had grown almost too used to. As he told Bulshar, he would never stop fighting for the Earps. But hearing this now, hearing her admittance . . . he knew it should be a happy moment. One that made his heart swell, which, perhaps it did. But clouded with the pain she felt while saying it. And when she was done, she made her way to the barn. Leaving Doc standing there, full access to his car. His phone vibrated and he looked down at it. He knew he had to make a choice. Though deep down he already knew it; there was no choice. Despite what his actions may have suggested, he knew where his heart lay. Letting several moments linger, he quickly -- or what was quick for him -- sent a message to Kate and then made his way to the barn.
Pausing outside the door, he knew full well times when Wynonna needed her space, but he would not leave things the way they were. Much like how she had followed him out to his car despite his apparent desire for distance. The two of them knew each other better than that. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the barn door, closing it behind him. He took off his hat as he took slow steps towards where she was sitting. Her back was against the wall, a bottle of whiskey in her hand, but it look unopened. He set his hat to the side and then crouched down in front of her, taking the bottle from her hand and also setting that to the side.
Abstaining from alcohol was not something he often encouraged or partook in . . . but this moment felt different. He reached out, placing his hand over hers and looking at her, whether she was looking back at him or not still crouched down in front of her. "I love you too, Wynonna Earp." Because of all she had said, that was what they needed to focus on right now. Whether she was afraid of losing him or not. Whether she felt her family curse had her losing the people she loved. Were their dangers getting involved with an Earp? Sure. But Doc would much rather spend his life fighting for them, then life a safe one without. "And I am here. For good."
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 23:30:23 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Again; surface level. She wanted him here, with the others. But it did not answer his questions. And while he was used to her deflection, he wasn't accepting it anymore. They had been through too much, and had felt too much to let this be the remainder of their days. He needed something, anything. Any indication that maybe when the curse broke, something more could happen. Any emotional response as to what was holding her back. Anything but deflecting it to a simpler means; something he could easily give her. Time. Support.
But more than anything else, he had given her his love. His heart. And he needed to know now if it was for nothing. Or something. "Well that's not what I want!" He snapped back. Yes, perhaps it was selfish of him, but he needed to say it. Here and now, they needed to figure this out. "You know that I can give that to you in a heartbeat, but I can not just keep pretending and waiting." She was blocking access to his car and he decided to take advantage of that, for now. He stepped closer to her so that he was standing directly in front of her.
She could push him aside and walk off if she so desired. And that, would give him answer enough to his question. A question he had asked earlier and she had walked away from it. "So you look me in the eyes, right here and now and tell me you do not love me, and I'll stop." He would stop . . . expecting more. He knew every kiss they shared, every intimate moment they had . . . that it was real. But he needed to stop if this was not going beyond what it was. "I swear to you now if you say you do not, then I will not keep hoping. I will not kiss you, or touch you, or long for anything more." But he knew, that he would never stop loving her. He would just, stop waiting for her to love him back.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 23:07:05 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Apart of this. Yes. Everyone may see him as a part of this. But, that didn't answer his question. He wanted to know how she saw him. He wanted to be a part of something more than just a team fighting demons and hunting down Bulshar. The emotional strain had become too much and he knew he was at his breaking point after years of trying. Years of hoping. "Is that all you want?" He asked in an almost snippy tone. Surface level things. Eating dinner. Taking it moment by moment, just as they always did. Pretending like nothing was building under the surface.
Well, as Doc had previously established, he couldn't do it anymore. "For what?" He said, his tone sharper than usual. "To be your backup?" She hadn't even called him when she had a lead; instead, relied on a stranger's help. "Even that doesn't seem to be the case anymore." He knew he should stop talking and just leave . . . but things were unravelling between them and he wasn't sure they'd be the same if this conversation wasn't had. "Why do you want me here?" He asked, looking for a more direct answer. He wanted her to say something, anything about them. Not as a team, but the something more than he felt they were . . . or could be.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 22:14:41 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was so lost in his mind, he didn't pay attention to how the footsteps behind him drew nearer, stopping in his tracks only when Wynonna suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking access to his car. Part of him just wanted to ignore her and step around her. The other part of him . . . the stronger part of him, knew he needed to say it. But would it even do any good? Or would this be the last emotionally driven conversation they had?
The nagging 'what if' questions rang in his mind and knew that at this point, he had nothing more to lose with her. Could he say anything to make things worse than what they currently were? "Why does it matter to you?" He retorted, somewhat rhetorically. "You made things perfectly clear, Wynonna. So why don't you go back in there with your family." Emphasizing that it was her family. Not his. He moved to step around her, dropping his cigarillo on the ground before he turned to her once again, not even having planned to say anything else. "What is it exactly that you want from me?" He demanded, his voice getting stronger, the feelings of upset emerging, and hating that there was so much emotion behind it but unable to stop himself.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 18:18:45 GMT
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 18:17:34 GMT
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 18:16:17 GMT
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 18:16:04 GMT
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 18:09:44 GMT
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I have been alive for over a century, granted majority of that time was at the bottom of a well. Never the less, make your inqugiries here and I will surely do my best to answer them.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 4:27:44 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc smiled with amusement at her tease, grateful for it. He knew what she was doing and he did appreciate it. She wasn't making him explain himself or even draw attention to what had just happened. Then again, she didn't need an explanation. She understood; better than most. Because she knew him . . . better than most.
"Well I do have to agree with that," he played along. "The view is certainly far more pleasurable from where I'm standing." Though there was a flirtatious tease, there was of course truth. "And I must say, of all the inventions that I can appreciate -- and the ones that I don't," -- like elevators -- "Jeans are definitely one of the better ones." Because damn, she could certainly pull them off. Never did he think pants would be so attractive on a woman.
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