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Honestly, Kate figured that flying with a pony would have been way harder than it turned out to be. But between Matt's first class charm put to full power and everyone at the airport being captivated by Frodo? Despite of how their trip to Ohio had started at an ungodly early hour, it also seemed to be the beginning of one of the most pleasant of adventures.
It was a short flight, one in which Kate shamelessly claimed Matt's shoulder as her own personal pillow. Obviously, they were on first class, but domestic flight seats were definitely not as roomy as international were. But it was comfortable enough for Kate to still feel pretty refreshed once they made it back down to land. In Ohio, a car with a trailer to carry Frodo was already waiting, taking him for a drive that took at least another hours before they made it to Clint's farm.
On their way, Kate described Matt everything that she saw. The crops, so tall they would probably be completely lost in them if they decided to make their way through them byt feet. A land full of greens on all kinds of shades. Horses grazing afar, sheep with their growing lambs. The sun was bright and Kate could tell it would become even warmer as hours passed.
She was so excited to finally see Clint and his family again.
The green land was interrupted by a path of dirth that lead to Clint's house, a three-stories home of that looked like something straight out of the fantasies of anyone who might have ever dreamed about living in the countryside. As they approeached, Kate leaned over Matt to see better through his window, spotting the tractor and Clint's van in the distance. The ducks near the pond.. You could tell this was a family home, as on their way to the house there was toys scattered all around. Bikes, footballs, dolls and a swing made with a tire.
Finally, by the house, Kate spotted Laura. She was filling some buckets of water with a hose, looking in their direction as she held a hand over her eyes, shielded the sun off her face. Squinting now, she held her hand well above her head to wave in their directon as the car and trailer finally reached the house.
With a heavy step that clearly said it all about how she had a start just as early as the one they had, Laura aproached the car as it came to a stop, Kate almost instantly hopping off. Running towards the older woman, they captured each other in a tight hug as they shared words about how glad they were to see each other again.
While the driver got out and quietly greeted Laura, he headed back to take care of the trailer. Still holding Kate by the shoulders, Laura went straight to their other guest. "You must be Matt."
It was a short flight, one in which Kate shamelessly claimed Matt's shoulder as her own personal pillow. Obviously, they were on first class, but domestic flight seats were definitely not as roomy as international were. But it was comfortable enough for Kate to still feel pretty refreshed once they made it back down to land. In Ohio, a car with a trailer to carry Frodo was already waiting, taking him for a drive that took at least another hours before they made it to Clint's farm.
On their way, Kate described Matt everything that she saw. The crops, so tall they would probably be completely lost in them if they decided to make their way through them byt feet. A land full of greens on all kinds of shades. Horses grazing afar, sheep with their growing lambs. The sun was bright and Kate could tell it would become even warmer as hours passed.
She was so excited to finally see Clint and his family again.
The green land was interrupted by a path of dirth that lead to Clint's house, a three-stories home of that looked like something straight out of the fantasies of anyone who might have ever dreamed about living in the countryside. As they approeached, Kate leaned over Matt to see better through his window, spotting the tractor and Clint's van in the distance. The ducks near the pond.. You could tell this was a family home, as on their way to the house there was toys scattered all around. Bikes, footballs, dolls and a swing made with a tire.
Finally, by the house, Kate spotted Laura. She was filling some buckets of water with a hose, looking in their direction as she held a hand over her eyes, shielded the sun off her face. Squinting now, she held her hand well above her head to wave in their directon as the car and trailer finally reached the house.
With a heavy step that clearly said it all about how she had a start just as early as the one they had, Laura aproached the car as it came to a stop, Kate almost instantly hopping off. Running towards the older woman, they captured each other in a tight hug as they shared words about how glad they were to see each other again.
While the driver got out and quietly greeted Laura, he headed back to take care of the trailer. Still holding Kate by the shoulders, Laura went straight to their other guest. "You must be Matt."
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"No, I understand. It is different in some ways. One less thing to hold back." They had danced around these feelings for months. At first he hadn't wanted to admit to having them, and then he hadn't been certain what the right thing was to do about them. He licked his lips and gave her a small smile. A confident once that, despite his nerves, he managed, because he did know that this moment right now didn't feel wrong. "You're right, though. In the ways that matter, nothing's changed." She was still his partner and friend. He just couldn't mess this up.
A beat, his head suddenly raised and tilted. He let out a small sigh and said, "Dinner's about to be ready, they're calling the kids to finish setting the table. ... I'm gonna guess that this isn't appropriate dinner conversation. What just happened." Clint was gonna kill him when he found out.
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Now, as she touched him, Kate could feel him seeking for that contact, leaning into it. Leaning into her hands, just as his lips had chased after hers.
"Have you been holding back then?" Like lifting a vail indeed. All those things Kate had wondered about? She'd taken those small signs, twisting them to make herself wonder: were they all in her head? Was Matt perhaps naturally kind and touchy towards everyone in his life? Subtext seemed writen in scrambled words in Kate's head at times.
Right now, she felt as if those truths had been spelled out in the most simple of words.
As Matt perked up in a way she had learned to recognise, she naturally shoot a glance down the path they had taken to meet the donkeys, the house sticking out in the distance. If they weren't careful, Lila, Nate or maybe even Clint would come out there seeking for them. Maybe? They could always just text. And why was Kate nervous about them being caught in each other's arms?
It was all too new to figure how to handle it.
All too exciting to simply ignore it for the rest of the day, too. God, that was going to take some strenght on her behalf.
Kate found herself cupping both of Matt's cheeks, guiding him down for their lips to meet in several, excited pecks. "Some for the road," she pointed out cheerfully.