[[ lexington, kentucky ]]

[itwasjustified]

[ "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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[itwasjustified]

His hands slide to her hips, more of an anchor than a guide.

When she moves just so, his grip tightens briefly as his eyes roll shut, and he can't hold back a groan.

One hand splays low (lower) on her stomach; his thumb slips between her legs to brush her clit.

[notenlightened]

She's in no hurry to rush this - or anything else, though originally she'd even balked at the idea of taking a real vacation.

This, however, is worth slowing down, worth moving deliberately over him to watch the expressions shift and change on his features, to feel his heartbeat quicken under her palm.

Her lips hover over his, touching but not quite kissing, and she gasps at his touch, helpless even above him.

[itwasjustified]

He's alive beneath her, rocking in tandem, heart hammering a staccato beat under her hand, his breathing ragged.

His free hand never stops moving, touching and stroking her skin and hair, her breasts and ribs, the small of her back.

He manages her name, voice tight and raspy, lips grazing hers.

[notenlightened]

Her cry is strangled and lost in the gasps she takes for air, reduced to rocking erratically over him as they both hover at the precipice.

His hands feel as though they're leaving fire in her wake; she looks down and half-expects to see his prints burned into her skin, and still, somehow, she can't get enough.

She descends to him, sliding up and down his body, her breath hot and harsh against his jaw.

[itwasjustified]

He doesn't have half a hope to maintain any veneer of control, not now.

With a groan, one hand tangles in her hair, keeping her close, while his thumb circles her clit.

"Dani," he says through clenched teeth, the syllables thick with desperation. "Jesus Christ — "

He's barely balanced on a razor's edge, trying his damnedest to send her over before he loses himself.

[notenlightened]

She doesn't utter anything resembling a name; she's well past the point of being able to think it, much less say it.

Her thighs tighten around his hips in a sweaty-sticky vice, and she digs in and stops, just for a second, before the world explodes into tiny sunbursts in her vision and she's reduced to nothing but uncontrolled tremors.

[itwasjustified]

Something between a grunt and a hiss leaves his mouth; he comes hard, hips jerking beneath her.

His thumb keeps circling, drawing out her orgasm, and he turns his head just enough to meet her lips with his.

[notenlightened]

She can't speak, can't move, can't do anything aside from breathe and try to let her heart slow down to a more normal pace.

Reese rests her head against his shoulder, fingers tracing the half-moon marks on his skin left by her earlier, watching them fade.

[itwasjustified]

He eases away his hand, palm sliding along the flat plane of her sweat-damp stomach and rounding the curve of her hip.

As his own breathing levels out, he wraps both arms around her in a loose embrace; one hand strokes down and up her spine in a slow, steady motion.

[notenlightened]

Her eyelids droop lazily, though she's by no means tired - just relaxed, laying here in the aftermath with him, their limbs partially tangled together, the reassuring back-and-forth motion of his hand leaving post-climactic goosebumps on her back.

"It did, you know," she murmurs, dwelling back on his earlier words.

"Go where I wanted it to."

[itwasjustified]

Eyes closed, he exhales, soft and slow; he's half-smiling to himself as he nuzzles her hair.

"That's good news," he says, laconic as can be. "I was waitin' for you to drop-kick me."

[notenlightened]

"Give me a minute or five," she teases, her thumb running over the curve of his bicep.

"Maybe I can still make that happen."

[itwasjustified]

"It'd serve me right for givin' you ideas."

His fingertips draw light figure-eights over the small of her back.

[notenlightened]

"You've given me plenty already."

She tilts her head to press a kiss to his neck.

[itwasjustified]

He hums at the contact.

"I knew you were a dangerous woman."

[notenlightened]

"And don't you forget it."

She loses a little of her formidableness in her current position, splayed over him without a stitch of clothing on.

[itwasjustified]

Smirking near her temple, his hand roams lower, ghosting along the curve of her ass to the back of her thigh, then up again.

"How's this break treatin' you so far?"

[notenlightened]

She arches into his touch, unconsciously responsive at first, and then stretches over him.

"What do you think?"

[itwasjustified]

"Well, I'm hoping you're havin' a good time."

[notenlightened]

"I think that part is undeniably clear."

She shifts off him, curling up along his side.

[itwasjustified]

He chortles and leans in, lips against her forehead.

"Then I'll be right back."

[notenlightened]

She rolls over onto her back, limbs still fully useless, and draws the sheet up over herself.

"I'll be here."

[itwasjustified]

As promised, he returns a minute later, sliding under the sheets to join her.

Extending an arm to draw her close, he gives her a half-smirk.

"This is your big chance to drop-kick me, you know. You've got me defenseless."

Not to mention naked.

[notenlightened]

"Defenseless?"

She snuggles up to him, fingers tracing invisible shapes and patterns over his skin.

"I like the sound of that."

[itwasjustified]

He turns his head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"You know what I like the sound of?"