Re: Courtyard: Amelia/Shane
[Shane feels more than naked without his crossbow outside, but he soothes himself with the knowledge that he has a knife strapped to his side. Outside, the rich scent of rain in red dirt fills his nose and, barefoot as hell, mud squelches underfoot. He's as unaware as Amelia, for the moment, as to whether or not they're alone. His normally vigilant senses drawn toward the woman and the fact that her hand was in his and the overwhelming desire that grips him and tells him to wrench his hand away.
He doesn't, though the stiffness in his shoulders is as apparent as anything. Shane makes a face at Amelia, stooping to scoop some of the wet earth into his palm. He plays with the organic puddy for a moment, as if inspecting it, then he tosses it right at her. A mudball. Splat.] You're not lookin' too clean yourself, Picasso. [He smiles.]