[[ 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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[notenlightened]

She groans out loud, burying her face in his neck.

"God, no. After those wings, I'm done."

[itwasjustified]

His arm tightens around her, pulling her closer against his side.

"You're lucky I'm not taking notes for future interrogations."

A beat.

"Or maybe I am."

Then, thoughtfully, "Subject shows signs of diminished capacity in response to exceptional fried chicken."

[notenlightened]

"And on what grounds would you have reason to interrogate me, marshal?"

She glances up at him, one eyebrow curiously arching as her lips curve into a teasing grin.

"Really. I'd love to know what you think you could haul me in for."

[itwasjustified]

He meets her eyes, then gives her an appreciative, all-too-obvious once-over.

"Indecent exposure."

[notenlightened]

She actually finds herself blushing under his stare.

"Even if you were in the same position?"

[itwasjustified]

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

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

[notenlightened]

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

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

[itwasjustified]

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

[notenlightened]

"Isn't it, though."

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

[itwasjustified]

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."

[notenlightened]

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

[itwasjustified]

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

"I think vacation agrees with you."

[notenlightened]

She settles against his shoulder, voice drifting into laziness.

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

[itwasjustified]

"Flesh wound?"

[notenlightened]

"I don't know."

She clucks her tongue against her teeth.

"I've got good aim."

[itwasjustified]

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

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

"I'm hurt."

[notenlightened]

She stretches under his touch, arching along his side.

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

[itwasjustified]

"Loose lips sink ships."

A beat.

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

[notenlightened]

"Your kidneys can stay," she teases.

"And everything attached to them."

[itwasjustified]

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

"Sure -- 'til I talk."

[notenlightened]

"So don't talk."

Her hand casually drifts beneath the bedsheets.

[itwasjustified]

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

He tilts his head to kiss her crown.

"I won't."