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[shakes her head, she didn't mean to imply that - though, maybe she did]

Quit over-thinking it. You and me... we're something all right.

Yeah, she's only recently figured out how to do it. It's just a long process.

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What are we, exactly? Just so I don't have to over-think anything.

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Exactly? I don't think there is an exactly to us.

[have a pause -- and a bit of dialog to boot]

Raylan, sometimes... I look at you and I never want to see you again.

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As long as there's an us, maybe there doesn't have to be an exactly.

[Pauses to listen, pauses longer. It stings but he can't say he's never felt the same way.]

There was a time I did my damndest to make sure that's exactly what happened. It's still an option, if that's what you really want. You can go back to Gary and pretend like none of this ever happened. 'Sat what you want?

[He'd do it, if she said yes. But it's clear that's not what he wants her to say, underneath the surface.]

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[she'll keep quiet for a bit, shaking her head]

Right now -- I'm not really sure what I want.

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[He closes the distance between them a bit;]

That makes one of us.

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[Well, hello, Marshal Givens...]

Raylan, you can't make it that simple.

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[Not backing down just yet]

Why not?

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Because, we've never had anything be simple between us. We can't just start now.

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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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