[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[itwasjustified]

Raylan's hands relax on Dani's hips, and he lifts his head from the curve of her neck and shoulder.

"You know," he says, low and lazy as he eases onto the mattress, "if you're trying to kill me?"

The cool sheet sticks to his sweat-slick back; he strokes Dani's heated skin with the pad of one thumb, willing his heart rate to drop somewhere in the neighborhood of normal.

"This isn't the worst way to go."

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[notenlightened]

When he eases away from her, there's a part of her that wants to openly protest the new space, but the other part is mostly focused on remembering how to breathe.

She props herself up, leaning to hover over him, her fingers moving to coil in the mussed pieces of his hair.

"So, really, you should be thanking me," she murmurs, her voice lingering equally low.