[ There might have been a time where she would have been quick to feign nonchalance, pretend that she would be just fine to go back to her — well, admittedly not-great life sometimes and forget that any of this ever happened to her. At least, that's what the old Wynonna would have done, the one that didn't know any of these people and therefore wouldn't have any reasons to give a shit about them.
That's not where she is now, not anymore. ]
Had some good times already, huh?
[ That prompts a smile from her, more of a half-one, the corner of her mouth edging up crookedly before she looks over in his direction. ]
[ Quirking a smile at her, Cash reaches out to casually tuck a lock of Wynonna's hair behind her closest ear. ]
Why can't it be both?
[ It's the former, not the latter, that he'd be sad to forget, but injecting some sort of humor into the moment just seems like a good idea. No need to let the mood tank entirely. He keeps the same flippant, easy tone as he goes on, even though the fondness of his gaze doesn't match it as he looks at her. ]
Be a shame to forget, uh, having my leg partially eaten by slime. Or swimming on that incredible beach. Or... getting clean in a certain hot spring with a beautiful lady.
[ She feels like she's already floating underwater a little because of the exhaustion and now the booze on top of it, but she thinks she stills when he reaches for her, the sensation of his fingers gently guiding that hair back feeling better than it should have any right to. ]
Oh, that's true. Duh.
[ She tries to scoff, but it doesn't really have any real bite to it, not when he's looking at her like that, not when she can't tear her eyes away from him now either. ]
I can't decide if it's better or worse that you just listed me after the flesh-eating slime. [ She's definitely messing with him, the crookedness of her grin prompting both dimples to emerge, but she hasn't glanced away. ]
[ A chuckle, thick with the emotion in his gaze, spills out of him. Cash makes no move to stop his hand, continuing the gesture until he's stroking his fingers through the back of Wynonna's hair. ]
What can I say, getting part of your leg eaten is pretty memorable.
[ The gentle ribbing from her sets a part of him at peace that he doesn't really want to examine. He just goes with the flow, as he always does, hand trailing down her back. ]
I'm just thankful that things usually aren't that exciting around here.
[ She's not surprised it feels good, when he touches her; it always has, his hands warm and soothing no matter where he puts them. What takes her aback more is the comfort she finds in that touch, her expression softening while she doesn't have the will or the energy to turn her gaze away from his face. ]
Now that you mention it, this part feels a little normal, huh?
[ Drinking, talking, posing questions she doesn't necessarily need an answer to at whatever late hour it happens to be now. It's always harder to tell out in space, anyway.
She's shifted in towards him without fully realizing it until she's there, his hand against her back prompting her to unconsciously be guided, and her eyes search his before she leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth, her nose sliding against his when she withdraws to whisper. ]
[ As she angles in, Cash unconsciously turns his head and shoulder to match her, smiling against her lips. It does feel normal — he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't gotten used to talking to Wynonna, to comparing problems and seeking solace in her company. He nuzzles the tips of their noses together for a slow, warm moment, leaning his head in to dust her lips with a kiss before he withdraws the same amount she had. ]
'Course.
[ His voice, already starting low, is barely more than a husky murmur. ]
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That's not where she is now, not anymore. ]
Had some good times already, huh?
[ That prompts a smile from her, more of a half-one, the corner of her mouth edging up crookedly before she looks over in his direction. ]
Or is it secretly just all the hot people?
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Why can't it be both?
[ It's the former, not the latter, that he'd be sad to forget, but injecting some sort of humor into the moment just seems like a good idea. No need to let the mood tank entirely. He keeps the same flippant, easy tone as he goes on, even though the fondness of his gaze doesn't match it as he looks at her. ]
Be a shame to forget, uh, having my leg partially eaten by slime. Or swimming on that incredible beach. Or... getting clean in a certain hot spring with a beautiful lady.
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Oh, that's true. Duh.
[ She tries to scoff, but it doesn't really have any real bite to it, not when he's looking at her like that, not when she can't tear her eyes away from him now either. ]
I can't decide if it's better or worse that you just listed me after the flesh-eating slime. [ She's definitely messing with him, the crookedness of her grin prompting both dimples to emerge, but she hasn't glanced away. ]
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What can I say, getting part of your leg eaten is pretty memorable.
[ The gentle ribbing from her sets a part of him at peace that he doesn't really want to examine. He just goes with the flow, as he always does, hand trailing down her back. ]
I'm just thankful that things usually aren't that exciting around here.
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[ She's not surprised it feels good, when he touches her; it always has, his hands warm and soothing no matter where he puts them. What takes her aback more is the comfort she finds in that touch, her expression softening while she doesn't have the will or the energy to turn her gaze away from his face. ]
Now that you mention it, this part feels a little normal, huh?
[ Drinking, talking, posing questions she doesn't necessarily need an answer to at whatever late hour it happens to be now. It's always harder to tell out in space, anyway.
She's shifted in towards him without fully realizing it until she's there, his hand against her back prompting her to unconsciously be guided, and her eyes search his before she leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth, her nose sliding against his when she withdraws to whisper. ]
Stay with me tonight?
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'Course.
[ His voice, already starting low, is barely more than a husky murmur. ]
'll be right here.