Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[Clem hated the prison's showers like they were things sent straight from Hell. The water was cold, and they were grimy places that were dark as could be, even in full light. Clem was used to baths that smelled sweet and that took place in real deep tubs with pillows for her head. The prison showers, they weren't nothing like that.
So, when the rain started falling, she didn't think twice about going outside. Spring in the South was real fine weather. She didn't know what part of Georgia they were in, but this was definitely her home state. The magnolias blooming and the willows beyond the prison fences told her as much. It smelled like home, and there was nothing like the smell of rain on pavement in spring, warm and making the magnolias smell brighter still.
She was wearing a pair of khakis meant for a man, Graham's belt around her hips, and a wifebeater. She'd left the shirt she wore over inside, because no point in extra clothes if you were getting yourself wet on purpose. Her toes were bare, and she squished them into the wet grass a spell, and then she tipped her head back and let the rain hit her face. It was better than a warm shower, and she knew that was her mind playing tricks, but it felt good all the same.
She laughed, arms out, and she spun in a circle and damn who all was looking. She didn't care much what anyone thought. Mid-twirl, and she caught sight of Graham lingering in the doorway, where it was still dry as could be. She didn't hesitate before moving, dripping wet and strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.
She grabbed for his hand.] Don't you tell me no. You come on.