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If he kept up the banter, she'd find a way to talk herself out of it. And god help him, he both loves and hates things being the way they are; it's simple, but it's not. All he knows is that despite all the shit that's happened, he still wants her. A certain sort of possessiveness never left him when it comes to Winona, and every time he's near her his mind wanders to pulling her close, kissing her, claiming her body. Maybe it's pheromones.

Whatever the case, he regards her for a long moment, then leans in to close the remaining gap between them, tilting his head to angle for a kiss.

In a world where everything was perfect, this'd just be another thing that she got herself caught up in. The storm that was Raylan Givens and all that encompassed him. Things weren't exactly perfect though and she still had her wedding ring sitting on her finger. She still had to deal with the fact that Gary was wondering how long he'd be living at the Y and if that meant something or not.

Of course, she was asking for trouble the moment she sat down to even talk to Raylan about any of this. He managed to disarm her, so easily, with just the slightest glance her way. Probably too many years of knowing exactly what was behind those glances, but either way -- they were far too easy to fall into.

He smelled good, too, and when he was close enough, she could feel that circling her a bit. Pulling her in the way his body pressed in closer. Lord help her, she wasn't going to be fighting very hard this time.

Winona's hand just eased toward his shoulder, sliding over the gray pinstripes of his sport jacket and then there wasn't anything that'd stop her from going that extra few moments closer to him. Even if it was just that brush of his mouth to hers, she'd feel it in her knees and be grateful that she was already seated.

There was just something about the way they were drawn to each other, and when she touched him, even through all the layers of clothes, his body instantly came alive. Everything else in the world was drowned out underneath the feeling of her connecting with him. He pressed his lips to hers, shifting in his chair to keep from straining his back so much.

Maybe this would have consequences in the morning, maybe it wouldn't. Raylan was far past caring about all that right now, and had never really thought through to the end of some of his more drastic actions. Even so, things like this were notoriously unpredictable in their outcome. It might end in a fairy tale, it might end in flaming wreckage, but his want of the moment outweighed both of those possibilities.

There was just one thing in the world right now-- Winona and her body.

That single touch against his jacket faltered slightly, almost as if she wasn't sure she wanted to keep that purchase there. When his mouth connected to hers though, she couldn't help but allow her fingers to close in against his shoulder tighter. That small piece of reality, settled there on him, was just enough for her to use for leverage. It slid her forward on the chair, the slink of her skirt allowing the polish of a wooden seat to give her a bit more ease. There was no resistance for her to fight against, just an easy slide toward him.

Winona's knees brushed against his thigh, that secondary... maybe even tertiary contact, now seemingly less important than the way her hand had snaked away from her own thoughts. It'd found its way up into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, just brushing her thumb against the nape of his neck.

There was no mistaking how Raylan made her feel. The rush of her heartbeat, the way she couldn't help but keep her eyes closed as she keeps their kiss -- all of it just builds up in her mind to something that she always figures can't meet up, but in the end he just overwhelms her.

It never failed-- if she touched the nape of his neck, he'd open his mouth while kissing her. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking for that familiar entry to her mouth.

They wouldn't be able to continue this here, not at the rate things were going to develop. Raylan touched her arm, wanting to keep as much of their mouths locked as possible while he tried to stand.

Winona made him drunk, blind. Whenever they touched he couldn't focus on anything else, be anywhere else. He knows they probably shouldn't, but he's never been great at avoiding things he shouldn't get into. The desire to experience drowns out all the other voices that say no, that try to warn him that fairy tales only exist in the movies. Right now, he doesn't care about happy endings or endings at all. It's just him, her, and them.

Instinct and habit probably took over more when she was with him. It was hard to just forget six years of knowing what a man liked, what his preferences were. It was possible she preferred to have all those little tricks in the back of her mind. The light contact at the back of his neck, the weight of his fingers against her arm -- all pulled her in a bit deeper than she'd planned on letting this get. Of course, she was lying to herself just a little bit if she hadn't wanted this to press this far.

Her mouth parted against his, capturing his briefly before she allowed that deepening of their kiss. Her own tongue teasing lightly against his as her weight shifted forward, shifting from her spot on that chair to let her knee rest between his thighs. It was a simple motion to keep her close to him as she rose to her feet. Her weight resting there against the seat of the chair before she knew she'd have to part from his mouth.

There was a great deal of reluctance on her end, she could've been just as content to move and straddle his lap, keeping up the soft contact of their mouths. Still, there was more that she could want from him and in that moment, she knew she did want more.

After some awkward shuffling wherein he tried to keep her as close to him as possible, they were inside with the door shut. Raylan sat on the bed, pulling on her waist as he looked up, expectantly.

So many times before he'd sat, letting her straddle him, or kneel between his legs. This could go either way she wanted, though he had a feeling she'd want to go for the former. He hadn't forgotten her preferences, either, how she liked to push him down and put her legs on either side of him, making him work to arch up into her touch.

What he wanted more than anything is to feel her body against his, no matter the angle. So he moved his hands down to the roundness of her hips, dipping his head to trail his lips across the tiny exposed area of skin where her shirt hung above her skirt.

Standing before him, she let her fingers tease through his hair softly before her fingers move to begin unbutton her shirt. She let a soft hum slip free from her lips before continuing to undress. Delicate buttons sliding out of their places as her fingers continued down the line. The light fabric slipped off of her shoulders, falling down to the carpet before her hands returned to his hair, carding through it, tugging him away from her skin.

The tips of her fingers pressed to his chest, pushing him backwards onto the bed. Fingers returned to her body, slipping against the zipper near her hip, tugging it down and revealing the rest of her slender frame. It wasn't uncommon for her panties to match to her bra and this evening was no exception. The finer details would be lost in the low light, but the stitching was criss-crossed delicately and at the very least, Winona knew that it made her feel put together.

She stepped out of the skirt, nearly keeping the heels on but favoring leaving them to the ground as she lifted her foot up and out of them, moving to climb onto the bed and over Raylan. Her hand pressed against his chest, urging him to lean back as her hips centered over his.

Something about her fingers in his hair, nails on his scalp, made him feel grounded. Safe. His eyes slid closed, and he let out a quiet sigh, warm breath falling across her skin, until the touch was gone and she started to undress.

He'd always appreciated the detail she put into her lingerie. It made things that much more satisfying when he was able to dismantle that composed businesswoman and completely take her apart from her core.

Raylan watched her, propped up on his elbows until she pushed him down again, crawling over his body. He started kicking his boots off, raising his head to kiss her as his hands roamed newly-bare skin.

Letting her weight settle there, she glanced down at him. Arched eyebrows curiously watched as her hands slid up beneath the thin layer of his shirt, letting it gather and fold against her arms as her fingers mapped out against his skin. They dragged down with the slightest bit of pressure, moving along his sides and taking hold of the hem of his shirt once she got to the bottom. Lifting it up she let him sit up again, claiming his mouth once she'd pulled his shirt off over his head. Her hands cradled to the back of his neck, just letting the feel of warm skin permeate through her bra and against her body.

Keeping his body close to hers, she let a single hand retreat from his neck to slide down his chest, finding their way to between her thighs and beneath her own position. She hadn't gotten around to working open buckles and closures, but it wasn't as if Raylan wore jeans that left anything to the imagination. Her fingers pressed against the front of his jeans, teasing against him as her tongue teased against his lower lip, running lightly along it.

It felt so damn good just lay here, letting her touch him. He opened his mouth, letting her tongue dip in between his lips as he made a sound in the back of his throat, lifting his hips into her touch. He slid one hand into her hair, deepening the kiss, and let his free hand drift over her hip, her lower back.

It was easy for him to navigate the clasp on her bra, having done it countless times from this vantage, and he ran his fingers over her shoulders, working on pulling the straps down her arms.

Fingernails scratched lightly against denim before she allowed her touch to hook into that fold over his zipper, inching up against his jeans until she could tuck her fingers against the buckle to his belt. A healthy tug of her fingers and she was moving through routine, nearly an automatic feature of knowing which notch he set his belt to. It came undone easily, her fingers shifting away from the leather strap to the closure with one fluid motion.

Her teeth caught against his tongue for a moment, just a teasing scrape of contact before she returned her tongue to explore the depths of his mouth. She couldn't keep quiet the soft murmur of sound that came loose as her fingers tugged at the zipper to his jeans, moving the denim apart with her fingers as her thumb and forefinger continued downward between her thighs. A simple shift forward, just a slight one at that and her hand could fit beneath the loose cotton of his boxers and the taut pressure still remaining from his jeans. Not that it mattered, what she was looking for was damn easy to find at this point.

Raylan responded eagerly, raising his hips to feel her hand on him better, more firmly. This had started out as a slow burn, but if she wanted to heat things up, change the tempo or intensity, he'd go with it.

It took some maneuvering to free her bra straps, but he finally got the thing loose and threw it aside. One hand found its way to her full breast, kneading gently as she worked his jeans apart. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, catching her lower lip between his teeth lightly.

There was no where else for either of them to be at the moment and, with the exception of his phone ringing at the bedside table, she was damn certain that nothing was going to interrupt them either. Her body inched down to rest atop his thighs, her free hand moving from his hair to beginning to tug down at the sides of his jeans; the trapped hand simply content to stay right where it was.

She pulled from the kiss, a soft smirk playing on her lips at the moment of teeth put to her mouth. Keeping a continuous amount of pressure against him as the rest of the motions she was putting to him yearned for balance. She'd tug to the left then the right and soon enough she'd have them down to his knees, which was enough for her to push them off to the ground using her toes and the arches of her feet.

Glancing up the length of his body, his cock hard in her hand, she leaned forward a bit. Her hand found purchase on the mattress, near his hip, as her body stayed over his. Her thumb brushed carefully along him, pressing the faintest of contact just beneath the ridge to his head. Save for the sound of her own breath, she was mostly listening to him. Her eyes locked to his, she watched him, letting that anticipation and ache for him build up, because for as badly as she wanted to claim him in that moment, to just take him into her mouth and let that wet heat of her tongue press to him, she wasn't in a hurry to give him what he wanted just yet.

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He moved his body, helping her get his jeans off his hips, then settled back into the mattress as she shifted her weight. His breathing got heavier, and he hissed, mouth falling open as she rubbed him with her thumb.

Raylan kept his eyes firmly locked with hers, as much to show her what she was doing to him by his flushed skin and pupils blown wide, as to hold on to that wordless connection they shared. Being able to search her eyes, looking for the slight shifts between lust, teasing, and love- it made his heart beat faster, his body more sensitive to her slightest touch. And right now, what he wanted was more.

That wordless connection was hardly silent in her ears, the panting of his breath the constant thud of her heart racing in her chest. Winona's eyes kept to his as she leaned down, her mouth teasing along the side of his erection, just letting the press of her lips drag down to the base of his shaft, her tongue teasing out against the warmth of him. Letting her tongue remained pressed to him, she pulled her mouth back up the way it went down. Her hand grazed along him, working a single stroke before her tongue flicked over the tip of him, feeling that involuntary motion from him.

Keeping her hand where it was, she moved forward slightly, leaning in close to his mouth. Hovering over his lips, she exhaled a heavy breath, filled with want and need. She barely brushed her mouth to his before she eased back down the length of his torso, her mouth pressing soft open-mouthed kisses to his chest. Once she returned to that previous position, over his erection, still in her hand, she let her gaze flicker up to his before her mouth sunk down over him. From beneath lashes, she kept her sights to him as her cheeks drew in against him, pulling him into her mouth fully. Her attempt to take him wholly took a bit of patience, but she kept her tongue easing against him as her head bobbed over him.

By now he was just running on impulse, instinct. Raylan tried hard to just breathe, exhaling heavily when her lips finally touched him. He panted quite loudly, and it took all of his self control not to jerk his hips as her tongue flicked across his tip. He wasn't sure he managed.

When she moved close to him, he tried to kiss her, aching to stoke that passionate fire again with his lips, but could only trade hot breath with her before she slid down his body. He moved under her mouth, pretty close to writhing, watching her watch him.

He literally stopped breathing when the hot heat of her mouth closed around him; then he groaned, long and low, eyes slipping closed as his head fell back. It felt like his whole body melted into the bed, everything blacking out except for the feel of her tongue. Then she started moving her head, and his body tightened with the familiar tension of building towards climax.

Raylan fisted the bedspread with one hand, sliding the fingers of his free hand into her hair again, letting her drive the movements but keeping the blond curtain of hair free so he could watch her working him over.

The hand that had found it's way to the mattress, inched closer to his thigh, feeling each tensing motion of his thigh as he tried not to rock into her mouth. She kept with the motions over him, swallowing against him, letting that draw around him increase as she pulled her mouth off of him nearly completely. Her tongue pressed to a tip, teasing beneath that edge before she took him once more, a hum vibrating against him as she kept up that pace feeling each slight tremor of him. Her hand moved from the bed to his abdomen, brushing a soft touch beneath his navel before her mouth withdrew from him completely.

Slightly breathless, she exhaled letting her eyes glance up to his mouth. Her want for him, the thought that she'd brought him to this state of arousal clearly was taking its toll on herself. Climbing up him again, she let her mouth fit to his shoulder, a gentle press of her teeth to skin as her hand slide between her thighs, tugging at the silk of her panties, trying to get them off of her. Letting her mouth move up his neck, her breath still heated and shallow pressed words to his ear. "Raylan," she exhaled his name with such need that it took her a moment to string the rest of the words together. "I want to feel you completely."

Raylan couldn't help but moan softly, caught in the miasma of pleasure her mouth was giving him. He tightened his belly when she touched him there, gasping a bit in protest as her mouth left him. He'd been so close... And he almost came right there, hearing his name fall from her lips like that. It made his chest tighten for her to need him like this.

"I want you," he whispered, voice thick as he scrambled to help get her panties off. He could feel the dampness between her legs, all because of him; just the knowledge that he still turned her on caused his skin to heat up another few notches. Normally, he'd respond in kind, make his tongue and fingers dance across her body in turn, but he was so hard he could barely stand it, and she was already aching for release.

Once her legs were bare, he ran his hands up her thighs, pulling her hips downward so he could press his tip against her opening. He'd gotten himself in position for her, and all she had to do was lower herself onto him. Raylan touched the back of her neck again, letting his thumb catch the edge of her jawline and tip it towards him.

"Please," he begged her, voice full of his own desperate need for them to be one again.

Every soft tug of his hands against her panties caused her pulse to throb between her thighs. That heady, nearly dizzy response that she couldn't help but feel. When they were finally free and discarded somewhere that wasn't on her, she swallowed hard. Every slight tremble was echoed somewhere else on her body. Her body reacted to every touch, ever murmur of sound that came from him and feeling him pressed intimately against her, she wanted nothing more than to ease down onto him. It took her a moment though, just trying to make sure her own need didn't claim her too quick.

Her mouth pressed to his, letting her lips claim his with every ounce of heat and passion she had waiting for him. Her body waited those few more moments before she shifted down onto him. Her jaw going slightly slack in their kiss as she moaned at the press of him entering her. Her head tipped to the side, parted lips dragging against the roughness of his beard a direct contrast of the slick feel of her claiming him completely. Stilling on his lap, she just let the feel of him center her, giving her something to focus on for a moment before she moved to kiss him deeply.

The first kiss reassured him, grounding him as she finally slipped around him. The fit was snug, natural. Like coming home. He adjusted to the feel of her, making sure he didn't let his body get away from him, and kissed her back, immediately opening his mouth to let her taste him.

He started to rock his hips, just slowly enough to pace himself, trailing his free hand down her back and over the round curve of her ass, pulling her tightly against him.

Returning to the kiss, her tongue swept along his giving her more of a connection, not that she needed more than the slow rock of him into her. As his hands pulled her up against him a bit, she took that slow roll against him and let it build to something of a pace. Her knees supported most of her weight, allowing that light resistance against him.

Her hand moved from the sheets to his neck as her fingernails pulled against his shoulder. Rocking against him, she nipped at his mouth, pulling from the kiss long enough to let her forehead rest to his. Her line of sight shifted to look down their bodies, seeing where they became one. Taking a shallow breath, she let her mouth trail up toward his ear again, letting him hear every shallow exhale that came paired with every slow roll of her hips.

He followed her gaze, skin prickling at the sensation of her hot breath against his ear. The sounds of her breathing sent little shock waves down spine, making him arch into her more deeply.

The feel of her body had always delighted him; he let his free hand roam over her soft curves and the flat planes of her chest and belly appreciatively, like he could never quite believe she was right here with him unless he touched every inch of her. She'd gotten him so close before, with her mouth, and a tight coil of lust built low within him as they moved together steadily. Raylan sighed, driving with a bit more strength, raising his knees to get a better angle.

That shift from him made her still just a bit, giving her a moment to regain her focus. Winona couldn't help but come unraveled a bit at the soft brush of his hand over her skin. There was something about the way his hands had their own stories. Rough skin, worn from actual work, but still not something she minded the feel of, it was just enough contrast to the intention behind his touch to make her take notice. She wanted to be explored, to be touched by him in the way that only he could've remembered.

Her breath hitched up in her lungs a bit, nearly a soft hiccup of air before she playfully nipped against his ear. Her lower back arching herself down against him more fully, trying to take all of him into her, feeling him fit to her perfectly - as if she couldn't imagine anyone else with her in this way. Her body responded to his, her hand brushing against his side as she moved to return to his mouth; a languid lazy kiss being plied to him.

Raylan started to move quicker, the desire for her and for the release of his body overruling the rational side that told him to take his time with this. It was hard not to be totally drunk on her, their mouths locking lazily together as their bodies locked together.

Caught in heady need, Raylan reached between their bodies, sliding his fingers between her legs. He flicked his fingertips over her tiny bundle of nerves, thrusting upwards as he began to rub small circles with his fingers in time. She had pulled moans from him, and he wanted to draw them out of her.

A shift of her weight against him allowed her hip to angle away from him, just enough to give his hand more room. His touch, pressed in the exact way she needed it, pulled a soft whimper from her lips. The sound carrying from her to against his mouth as she shut her eyes against the sensation. Parting away from his kiss, she swallowed hard taking a moment to attempt to still herself, but being clearly unable to as she rocked up against his touch only to return to sink down back onto his length.

He was surrounding her and nearly proving to ruin her for any other man. Nothing was ever so encompassing as the way he made her feel. Pulled taut and yet still feeling like she could slip away if he let her go. Leaning into him, she let her weight be carried by him, her body pressing close to his.

As her motions continued to quicken, she could only feel the heavy echo of her heartbeat pressing to his chest as her core tightened against him. Every soft plea that slipped loose was begging for a release. Her hand dragged against his side, moving to rest against the back of his neck. Her mouth hovered over his, warm breath panting to his lips, as moans became laced with urgency and need.

He moved with her rhythm, fingers working her over as she rocked forward, and hips meeting her as she sank back down. He wanted her to let go, to feel him everywhere in all directions at once, taking him with her as that wave overtook her body.

Making love to her was the most pure thing he'd ever done, the most honest. Ava had been fun, sure, but ultimately the purging of a high school infatuation countless of boys at his school'd had. Meeting Winona, thousands of miles from their shared home, had been fate. They were made to fit together, to consume one another.

Raylan threaded his free fingers into her hair, tugging gently so she'd come out of herself and look at him. "Winona," he whispered, all necessary goading in his tone familiar to her ears. Come for me, it said.

That tug in her hair, pulled her attention back to his eyes. A hint of danger echoed in her gaze as she pressed her hand to his shoulder, pushing up to allow her body to align to his on a different angle. She pushed her weight down against his lap, giving more force to each motion over him, trying to pull that tension in tauter across her skin.

Winona could feel her hair clinging to her back and shoulders, the loose knot she'd had it in earlier was long since gone, now only the movement of her body allowed it to hang softly over her eyes.

As she felt her body continue to climb, it was evident that his words weren't the only thing stringing her along toward that finish. The way her name rolled off his tongue made something low in her quake slightly, an unsteady thrum of her pulse deep within her. That same throb low and against him made her draw her body down to his again, her weight settling against his chest as she let her hips continue their patterns. Her mouth faltered against his, that ache in her causing her focus to be less than accurate when it came to reclaiming his lips.

Everything came to a finite point, that five seconds of nearly thinking she'd lose a hold of everything that broke its way down to the next few minutes of her body simply letting go over everything. Her hand instinctively moved to his shoulder, trying to stop his hand from moving against her clit, knowing the pressure was far too much at that point. Her body clung to his, thighs flexing to hold him within her as her walls tried to claim him further. Winona let her mouth part against his cheek, warm puffs of breath that trailed down near his ear as she allowed those soft cries of pleasure to flood his senses before she sunk her body down against him once more, trying to urge his own release as she continued to ride hers out.

He still remembered their nonverbal shorthand, and withdrew his hand as she rode through her climax. Her breath in his ear was electric, the sounds of her and the feel of her coming apart enough to push him over the edge as well. His pants grew heavier, hands drifting to her hips to pull her against him as he came, back arching and thrusts becoming erratic.

He could feel the heat of their skin, the sweat making their bodies slick, soon to be cooling in the air of the room. Raylan turned his head, desperately seeking her mouth as the surge of his orgasm started to wane, wanting to kiss her lazily while he rocked against her a bit more. He wanted the moment to draw out as long as possible.

Her body was alive against his, nearly singing with the pleasure she was letting radiate through her. Winona let her hips press down against him, seeking out a hint of friction as she rocked down to him. She could feel the drag of his cheek against her mouth, letting her turn as well, seeking that contact with a parting of her lips. Reclaiming his mouth, she deepened the kiss with as much want and need as she felt.

Finally, he moaned, low in the back of his throat. It was as much a release of his body as it was complete satisfaction with her. His body tingled, shivered with aftershocks of pleasure as she settled down on him again. Raylan rubbed his hand up her back slowly, pausing on the back of her neck and holding her there as their lips met.

She could own his body any time, and probably vice versa. But what he wanted was her heart, because she'd never really left his.

The feeling of her heart racing in her chest echoed in her ears and she was certain he could feel it as it drummed against him. All she wanted was to be still with him, sinking into that kiss, letting it consume her as much as their actions had moments ago. Her tongue explored the deep recess of his mouth, just letting that lazy kiss build to something that pulled a soft sound from the back of her throat.

Her motions slowed, easing to something more akin to a gentle shift, just settling against him not even wanting him to part from her. Fingers drifted against his side, slipping between their chests so that the tips could press to his chest, just resting there, giving her something else to feel. She wanted to feel his heart beating as hard and constant as hers was.

Shutting her eyes, she broke from his mouth with a sigh. Forehead resting to his, she let her eyes open. Her focus pulled slightly before her vision adjusted, watching him for a brief moment before her nose brushed softly against his. That soft non-verbal gesture of adoration that she had missed, bringing an ache to her chest that she hadn't quite prepared for.

He smiled at her, still sort of caught in the haze of lovemaking, and reached up to brush the damp hair from her face.

I love you

If only time didn't exist, so he could lay here with her forever. His body began to calm, his heart finally starting to beat at a normal rate. He moved again, slowly raising his hips so he could separate their bodies long enough to try and roll them over on their sides without their legs being in a tangle. Drowsiness was starting to creep up on him, and he wanted to drift off with her in his arms, passing the nights like they used to together.

With a soft smirk, her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the touch of his hand ever so slightly. When she felt him shifting beneath her, she replied in kind her body easing off of him and to the side. Her thigh brushed over his hip, drawing her leg along side his, the soft touch of her toes to his shins the only part that connected until she settled beside him. Loose-limbed she wasn't quite worn out, but the notion of needing to be asleep relatively soon was washing over her.

She took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly as her fingers trailed over his arm seeking out his fingers as she eased in beside him. Her foot, where once only toes pressed, slid between his legs, tangling against him just to assure herself that whatever connection she'd lost in their parting -- she'd regain in slumber.

It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to get at least one of the covers over them as they lay situated. He held her hand for a while, interlocking their fingers and rubbing small strokes with his thumb before bringing the back of her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. Raylan watched her hand for another few moments, appreciating the delicate contrast to his own weathered hand, before turning his attention to her eyes.

It had been a while since he'd been able to just sit and take her all in, skin flushed and lips swollen. She really was beautiful like this, eyes full of a warmth he'd missed at his core. He smiled softly, amazed at how fate seemed to work, and not taking one second of it for granted.

A free hand slipped out from where it had rested comfortably, as her other stayed laced to his. Her fingertips moved to brush to his cheek, a light touch that just settled her thoughts a bit. Watching him, she looked to see what he was looking at. The way his eyes met to hers, that restful moment that they shared. He saw something in her, something that only he knew - that only he could trace down in her eyes.

After a moment, she leaned in closer to him, a soft kiss brushing to his lips. Barely a hint of contact, but enough to make her smile. She settled against the pillow beside him, her fingers brushing to his hair for a moment before she let it rest to her hip lightly. Content to just watch him until her eyes wouldn't stay open any longer.

Raylan smiled, the expression spreading slowly across his features as she touched him, stroked his hair. He slid his hand over her neck gently, touching his forehead to hers. It was a gesture of familiarity he hadn't shared in a long time, and he slid his eyes closed, content to just hold her until the sun came up.

Her eyes shut, just enjoying the closeness and the comforting contact resting to the back of her neck. Her hand grew lighter, more relaxed as she started to drift to sleep beside him.

This content moment, this perfect quiet, she'd missed it so much and even if she was only to have it for this one night, she wasn't going to forget.

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