[[ wheelsy, south carolina ]]

[justdidntseeit]

The wireless signal in Bill's bedroom kind of sucks. But at least it's there, unlike in some areas of the house.

Kate's sitting against the headboard with her laptop, sporting a frayed Wheelsy Cooters T-shirt (complete with faded mascot) and a pair of orange yoga pants, her hair in loose twin braids.

She's double-checking the flight information for tomorrow's trip to New Mexico, making sure the departure time hasn't changed.

Or she would be double-checking it, if the page would load.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

His back moves into and with her touch as her hand runs down it. His fingers continue to skate along her skin, his thumb moving inward and stroking just below her navel.

"New rule?"

The question is murmured against her skin as he kisses her cheek.

[justdidntseeit]

"Yeah."

Her stomach jumps while her fingers slip beneath his shirt and wander up his back.

"It's. Um."

The rule is a lot less important right now than it was at the breakfast table.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His mouth moves from her cheek to her neck while his fingertips tease her waistband then shift direction and start moving up, raising her shirt as his hand glides higher.

"It's... " He prompts before kissing along the underside of her jaw.

[justdidntseeit]

"It's -- "

She tips her head to encourage his lips.

"It was -- that we should ... "

The heat of his palm is distracting as it causes her to shiver.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Hmm?"

He smiles, not sure what she's trying to say but finding wicked amusement in keeping her from saying it.

Trying to keep it up his tongue grazes her skin and his palm finds and cups her breast softly.

[justdidntseeit]

"That we probably shouldn't -- "

She breathes out something between a sigh and an oh, her hand sliding to one of his shoulder blades as she rolls her hips against his.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Mmm-hmm ... "

His lips move to the hollow of her neck and shoulder and his thumb swipes over her hardening nipple, his palm gently kneading her soft flesh.

[justdidntseeit]

"Because -- "

Her fingers curl into his back, marking his skin with tiny crescents.

"And -- "

She swallows thickly.

"You're too good at this."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His breath hitches when her nails dig in.

"Am I?"

He smirks against her neck and arches his hips against her.

[justdidntseeit]

"Ye -- oh ... "

Her eyes close and she nods.

"Because we shouldn't -- not when -- "

Her thigh rides higher on his side as she presses closer against him, and she loses the battle for coherency.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His mouth continues to press against her skin and his breathing quickens. She smells like citrus and laundry and Kate and it's hard to think about anything but this and her.

He hears her words and puts together what she's been trying to say. Part of him knows she's right and the other is quickly getting past the point of caring.

When her leg moves higher he arches against her again.

Breaking his lips from her neck he moves back up to her cheek, kissing her before reluctantly asking, "Really think we shouldn't?"

[justdidntseeit]

She takes in a shaky breath and licks her lips, her hand sliding from his shoulder blade to the back of his neck just beneath his collar.

"I think we should be really, really quiet."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

A slow grin splits his face and he nods.

"I think we can do that."

He's at least willing to try.

[justdidntseeit]

"I know I can -- we'll see about you, sheriff."

She's grinning against his mouth as she tilts her head for another kiss.

(The joint effort is mostly a success; after an hour that would put church mice to shame, it's Kate who knocks the phone from its cradle as she's turning off the lamp.)