[[ 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]

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?"

[notenlightened]

"Mmm?"

The sound comes out in the form of a sigh, as she shifts lazily along his hip.

"What's that?"

[itwasjustified]

"Waffles."

[notenlightened]

"I should've known."

She cranes her head in the direction of the room phone.

"Want to order in?"

[itwasjustified]

He laughs, quiet but full, fingers twining in a stray curl near her shoulder.

"I meant in the mornin', but if you've worked up an appetite already ... "

[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?"