(Not-really OOM) "You Know I'd Rather Stay Home"

[luvitwnurescume]

They've been here for ten days. Ten surprisingly long days. Dixie's not going to complain about having Brisco all to herself, but he's starting to wear on her nerves with all of that pacing.

When the door thumps open, she shuts the dime novel she'd been skimming and glances over her shoulder. "I hope you didn't waste that trip, Kansas."

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[harvard_bounty]

she gets the side-eye for that. (He secretly loves it when she teases him. Don't tell anyone.)

"Well I didn't find anything, if that's what you're asking."

[luvitwnurescume]

Too late, Brisco - she already knows you too well. And that answer's the antithesis of what she wanted to hear; Dixie tucks a hand against her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Doors just don't disappear into thin air," she points out. "Did you ask the fella in charge if he knows what happened?"

[harvard_bounty]

"All I've found out is it's something that happens occasionally and no one really knows why."

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

"From what I've heard, sometimes people have unfinished business they have to deal with."

So it's sort of like haunting. Lovely.

[luvitwnurescume]

Dixie sighs at that revelation. "I suppose we shouldn't expect logic from a living bar."

"Unfinished business?" Her voice changes tones, turning more playful. "Imagine, us having unfinished business..."

She can't resist flirting with him, or running her stocking'd toes up his spine.

[harvard_bounty]

If she ever stopped flirting with him, he'd worry. And probably pout a little. Not that he'd admit that.

"Maybe it's the universe telling us to get our act together."

[luvitwnurescume]

That's 'cause flirting's the backbone of their relationship. That and, of course, gunbelt unbuckling. At the suggestion, her toes freeze against the middle of his back and give him a gentle push. "My act's been perfect for years," she teases. "Where you come in...that's the problem, Brisco. It's hard to figure out if we're a double act or a one-night stand."

[harvard_bounty]

He leans a bit further towards her.

"Maybe we need more rehearsal."

[luvitwnurescume]

She leans forward and rests her chin upon his shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind a few repeat performances." The tips of her fingers brush his neck gently.

[harvard_bounty]

He sighs, an easy smile crossing his face.

"Maybe a few... dry runs..."

[luvitwnurescume]

"Oh they're anything but dry," she points out, getting her arms around his neck and trying to pull him into kissing position. "Are you up for a few encores?"

[harvard_bounty]

He gives in fully, wrapping his arms around her.

"Let's make some music together."

[luvitwnurescume]

She smiles just before he kisses her. "Who's gonna lead?" she wonders, reaching for his head. For once, she gets his hat off before he loses his gunbelt.

[harvard_bounty]

He grins, happy to let her take over.

"I'd follow you anywhere, Dix."

[luvitwnurescume]

The feeling's totally mutual. "Down past the footlights," she mumbles against his mouth, and pulls him back with her onto the bed.