itwasjustified | [[ lexington, kentucky ]]

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[[ lexington, kentucky ]]

[ "how do you feel about wings?" ]

Raylan wipes the last of the grease from his fingers and crumples the paper napkin.

With a lazy toss, he nails the nearby wastebasket.

He reaches for his glass of sweet iced tea, and his eyes slide from what's left of their dinner to Reese.

"Got a verdict yet?"

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He teases the corner of her mouth with his lower lip.

"Can't you be a good perp and not entrap me?"

She sighs, leaning in to catch his mouth with hers more fully.

"I can't promise that," she murmurs.

"Damn shame," he says, sounding like it's anything but.

"Isn't it, though."

She doesn't sound very apologetic, either, as she turns to deepen the kiss.

He opens his mouth to hers, and when the kiss ends, he runs a careful hand through her locks.

"Entrapment's fine, but snoring's a deal-breaker."

"I'll keep that in mind," she murmurs, soft and low against his lips.

He chuckles, low, like tires on a gravel road.

"I think vacation agrees with you."

She settles against his shoulder, voice drifting into laziness.

"Say that to anyone and I'll shoot you."

"Flesh wound?"

"I don't know."

She clucks her tongue against her teeth.

"I've got good aim."

"And you'd aim for somethin' vital?"

He strokes her back, the tips of his fingers circling one shoulder blade.

"I'm hurt."

She stretches under his touch, arching along his side.

"Depends on how many people you'd told."

"Loose lips sink ships."

A beat.

"Or, in this case, puncture a kidney."

"Your kidneys can stay," she teases.

"And everything attached to them."

Eyes closed, he smiles to himself while he traces lazy lines along her spine.

"Sure -- 'til I talk."

"So don't talk."

Her hand casually drifts beneath the bedsheets.

"Don't you worry, ma'am."

He tilts his head to kiss her crown.

"I won't."

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