justdidntseeit | [[ milliways, upstairs ]]

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[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[ "three days." ]

Kate's asleep on her side in Boo's too-small bed, neck bent at an awkward angle. One arm is draped around Boo's snoring form, and the fingers of her free hand are still loosely curled around a dog-eared paperback on the pink comforter. An impressive assortment of Boo's books litter the floor, and a small stack is perched precariously between the edge of the mattress and Kate's heel.

She hasn't been sleeping long, her breathing still shallow and features not as relaxed as they could be.

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You can't stop me.

She bites the inside of her cheek, dropping her eyes to one of the buttons on his shirt.

She knows the gun is somewhere in his room -- in the closet or a dresser drawer, maybe.

She circles a button with the pad of her thumb.

"Okay."

He studies her, and for a moment he's not sure she means it.

Pushing aside that doubt he pulls her close again.

"Okay. I just want you safe, Kate. I'll take care of this, an' I'll be careful."

He plants a light kiss against her hair, and pulls in a slow breath.

Ignoring the twist in her stomach, she nods against his collarbone before lifting her head to look at him.

"I want you safe, sheriff."

Rising on her bare toes, she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I know. It's gonna be alright."

He looks down at her when she looks at him and he can see the concern and tears behind her eyes. He's promised her things are going to be okay so many times now, he wouldn't blame her for not believing him.

"I got three days to get it to him, so don't -- let's not worry 'bout it now."

She can't help a chuckle -- soft and humorless, but not unkind.

"I always worry," she says gently, stroking his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"It's because I like you so much."

"I know you do, an' I'm sorry for that."

It's something he was afraid of since the first time he kissed her.

Trouble has a way of always finding him, and he knows how unfair it is to burden her with it all.

"You put up with a lot from me."

Her fingers still.

"Hey."

She shifts, pressing her body even closer against his.

"It's not 'putting up' with you."

He nods and wraps his arms around her hips; he closes his eyes and takes comfort in her closeness.

God, I'm glad you're here.

"I love you, Kate."

Her fingers thread into his hair.

"I love you, too."

Her eyes open and she glances toward Boo's closed door; her lips move to his jaw.

"Come to bed, okay?"

His chin tilts slightly, then he brushes his lips against her cheek.

"Okay."

She takes his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze before leading them across the suite.

It's been so long since they've done anything but fall into an exhausted sleep together -- since they came into Milliways the morning after Bill's surprise party and found out about Boo, Kate belatedly realizes when they reach the bed.

Her fingers work their way down the buttons on his shirtfront and she presses her lips against his collarbone.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper."

Head bowed, he watches her, trying to focus on her and this moment instead of everything else happening in their lives.

When her mouth meets his skin his eyes close and he lifts his hand to her shoulder. His fingertips brush her neck lightly; it's been awhile since they've had anything more than a few tender moments before being taken by mostly restless sleep.

"It's okay. We both been dealin' with a lot of stress, an' everything's a mess."

He pushes hair off her shoulder and slips his arm around her, palm settling between her shoulderblades.

"None of this has been easy."

"It's still no excuse."

Her hands map his torso while the heat of his touch warms her back through her thin cotton tank.

"I didn't mean to snap like that."

Easing his shirt from one shoulder, her mouth traces a slow line across the exposed skin.

His breath shudders slightly when her mouth moves across his skin. Smoothing his palm down her back he trails the fingertips of his other hand along her arm; shaking his head lightly.

"S'okay. I'm sorry for when I've lost it. I know you're just worried 'cause you care. I care 'bout you, too, an' I just -- I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't wanna lose you."

Goosebumps prickle beneath his fingers.

"You're not losing me."

Her lips leave his skin; she tips her head to look at him, eyes tracing the shadowed planes and contours of his face.

Looking at her, and hearing her soft words, he manages a faint, warm smile.

He nods in reply, bending to press a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek.

His hand on her back slips beneath her shirt, and his palm runs slowly over her warm skin.

"You won't lose me, either."

Her eyes close.

We don't know that.

She nods, swallowing thickly, forcing herself to focus on this and now.

Her arms wrap around his neck and she pulls him close for slow, deep kiss.

By the time their clothes are out of the way and they're between the sheets, her breathing is noticeably shallow; she's having to remind herself to swallow every sound that wants to escape her lungs so they won't wake Boo.

Laying on his side beside her he holds her close against him, bare chest pressed to hers as their hearts beat swiftly in sync.

His hands roam over her skin and he focuses on the closeness and contact, using this moment with her to wipe out thoughts of everything else.

The quiet intimacy is something they both need; it's comfort and reaffirming, when there's been so much stress and doubt surrounding them.

Her world shrinks to the bed, to his hands and his body against hers, to the way his muscles feel under her palms.

Her lips follow the line of his jaw until she reaches his mouth, and the tip of her tongue traces his lower lip.

Breath hitching, she hooks her thigh over his hip.

His mouth parts to hers and he kisses her while his hand slides along her thigh, pulling her leg higher on his hip, and he presses himself against her.

His skin burns where her hands touch and his jaw tightens as he holds in a groan.

She sighs into his mouth, a barely-breathed oh that he'll feel more than hear.

Her fingertips curl into his shoulder blade when she rubs herself against him, back arching at the contact.

Still kissing her, he slowly and carefully rolls onto his back, drawing her with him.

One hand threads into her hair, and his mouth moves from hers to her cheek, then the spot just behind her ear. He doesn't make a sound, but his breath shudders against the skin of her neck.

She settles on top of him, fingers sliding into his hair to encourage his attention.

Her breasts brush his chest, the friction sending sparks skating through her bloodstream, and she pulls in a sharp breath when his lips move near her ear.

Her free hand slips down his torso and she shifts to guide him inside her, teasing them both by rubbing the head of his cock against the slick heat of her slit.

His breath snags and he grazes her skin with his teeth.

Slowly arching his hips, his mouth keeps moving; tongue and lips following her throat down to the hollow of her neck and her shoulder.

Her nails make his scalp tingle. He smooths his hand along her side, trailing over the warm flesh, skating along her ribs to her middle and hip, on to the curve of her ass; pulling her against him.

Her skin's on fire; she's so hot she's shivering under his lips and hands, and when he pulls her against him, she bites her lower lip to keep from moaning.

Breath shuddering near his ear, she takes him in, sliding slowly onto his cock, torturing herself and him a fraction of an inch at a time.

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