[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[justdidntseeit]

[ "see you soon, sheriff." ]

Despite the anticipation humming in her veins -- or maybe because of it -- Kate takes her time in the shower, reveling in the simple pleasure of inhabiting her own body once more.

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[justdidntseeit]

She breathes a laugh as he nuzzles near her ear, goosebumps prickling down the side of her neck.

"Next time, maybe I'll wear yours."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Yeah? We'll I'll sure be lookin' forward t'that."

He smiles at the thought.

Feeling lazy and sated, it takes a large effort for him to gather himself to move. Letting out a sigh, he gives her a soft kiss.

"I better get up 'fore I get too comfortable here."

[justdidntseeit]

Her muffled murmur could be an agreement or a protest.

Squeezing his fingers, she doesn't bother to open her eyes.

"I'll take pity on you when you get back."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I 'preciate it."

He chuckles before easing up.

His body protests some, his legs made of rubber, and it takes him a moment to straighten out.

"Y'want anything?"

[justdidntseeit]

The mmmmm she hums turns into a hopeful request for water before Bill crosses the suite to clean up.

With a soft, sated sigh, she rolls onto her back and gropes for the discarded jersey, finally finding it lost in a crumpled pile of pillows and comforter.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He stops in the bathroom first to wash up, then pads to the kitchen area, returning with two bottled waters.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he holds one of the waters out to her.

"Feel like a beer, now that I'm back to myself," he jokes before taking a long drink from the water. "A real beer. An' I'm definitely gonna have me some pancakes tomorrow."

Probably with M&Ms, whip cream, and syrup.

He locates his boxers and tugs them on, then slides back into bed. The rest of his clothes can stay wherever they're at.

"How 'bout you? Whatcha gonna do with your own body back?"

[justdidntseeit]

She takes the water, nearly choking on a swallow when she inwardly wonders if he's going to have beer with his pancakes.

(Knowing Bill, she can't completely discount the possibility.)

Once the bottle's deposited on the nightstand, she curls into him, resting one hand on his chest.

"This," she says teasingly, circling a freckle near his shoulder with her fingertip.

"And this."

She slides one leg between his, the jersey riding up on her thigh.

"And I'm dragging you out with me at least a couple of mornings a week."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

It all depends on what time he gets around to getting up.

When she snuggles against him his arm wraps around her, holding her close, and he looks her over again, still loving the way she looks in that jersey.

Settling in, his smile is warm and pleased, and his fingertips graze her elbow lightly.

"Drag me out where? T'breakfast?"

[justdidntseeit]

She laughs, nuzzling into the hollow of his neck and shoulder.

"We'll have breakfast after, sheriff."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His eyes slip closed and he chuckles.

"After, huh? Well, we'll see."

His lazy drawl and the soft sigh that follows it might say a bit about how serious he is about considering it.

Tightening his one arm, he brings the other around so he can hold her; preferring to focus on her and right now.

[justdidntseeit]

She's still chortling as she shifts, rolling so she's on top of him, her knees hugging his ribs and her hands cradling his cheeks, fingers sliding into his hair.

"What, you don't want to be one of those annoying couples?" She brushes her nose against his. "The kind that makes people go, 'Oh my god, they even jog together,' and pretend to throw up even though they're secretly jealous?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His eyes open when she shifts and he smiles up at her.

"With matchin' suits an' all?" He chuckles, hands resting on her hips.

"I dunno. Makin' folks jealous would be good for my ego, but wouldn't wanna hurt yours by runnin' circles 'round you."

[justdidntseeit]

She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders to tickle his face.

"Matching suits might be a deal-breaker for me."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His eyes squint as her hair brushes his cheeks.

"Yeah, me too. Guess we'll just forget that idea, then."

A smirk tugs back the corner of his mouth.

[justdidntseeit]

She leans forward just enough to rest her forehead against his as she breathes a light, helpless laugh; she's buoyant with how good this moment is, being back in her own skin, loose-limbed with satisfaction, and comfortable enough to be so silly with him.

"The suits," she says, wriggling for emphasis. "No matching suits. The jog's still on."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I guess, if you really wanna get shown up that badly."

He brushes the tip of his nose against hers, loving the playful back and forth they can share.

"Tell you what, I'll give you a head start."

[justdidntseeit]

Her mouth brushes his, and she lowers her voice to a teasing purr.

"You do realize you're talking to an All-American, right?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Yeah, but you're talkin' t'Bill Pardy."

'Nuff said', as far as he and his smirk are concerned.

[justdidntseeit]

A beat.

"Sweetheart -- "

Her smile widens and she dissolves, shaking with a silent kind of carefree laughter she hasn't felt in weeks.

Her forehead drops to his collarbone, because she knows if she looks at him now, she'll only laugh harder.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He loves that laugh, hasn't heard it enough lately, and all he can do is grin and put his arms around her.

"Oh, y'think it's funny now, but you wait an' see."

[justdidntseeit]

Her chest and her sides hurt, and her eyes are watering when she lifts her head to look at him.

Sobering fractionally, she takes in his expression, feeling warm from scalp to toes.

"Okay."

Her mouth finds his, and she's smiling against his lips.

"Maybe I'll let you win."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He reaches a hand up to brush loose strands of her hair back, fingertips lingering against her ear, and gives a warm chuckle.

"I'm sure that's what you'll be tellin' yourself an' folks, but I'm sure we'll both know the truth."

He kisses her again.

"Don't worry, though, I probably won't tell no one."

[justdidntseeit]

"Probably."

She quirks an eyebrow.

"I'm supposed to trust 'probably'?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I'm sorry, Kate, but that's the best I can promise."

He gives a slight shrug to show that it's pretty much out of his hands.

"I got my ego t'consider here."

[justdidntseeit]

"You and your ego better consider the fact that you haven't ever gone running with me," she says, giving the center of his chest a smug tap with one fingertip.