[ 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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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.