Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[The smile and amusement, they were plenty encouraging. Truth was, Clem was confident enough not to need them, but they helped some anyways, and she shook her head as rain droplets traced a path down the wifebeater's thin white.] Not fine right there. Not even close. I told you there was no telling me no. [She tugged on his fingers, and she was a smile similar to a woman over a decade in a grave, that same confidence that he would do ask she asked, even if it was for a completely different reason. She didn't think the man saw Lorelei when he looked at her, but she thought he humored her on account of Lorelei, which was plenty different.]
Little water never hurt anyone. Little bit of laughing doesn't either. [She slipped the fingers of one hand just beneath the belt through the loop of the cargo pants he wore, the hold being better there. He could pull his fingers free of her wet grip, but that belt wasn't going nowhere.] It's warm, and it feels like home. Like running free before everything went wrong. You come on. [Home, Georgia, and she knew he had to remember how different it was from that desert in the middle of nowhere.]
Just a few seconds, then I'll let you go back to watching everyone all severe. [She looked over her shoulder.] Even Shane's letting himself have fun for once. [She moved forward before tugging again, whispered conspiratorial in his ear.] Think it'll make him a sight nicer?