Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
[She wasn't expecting him to answer so quick. She thought of him as something slower, like the sap they would scrape from beneath tree bark. Couldn't make that flow quick, no matter how you tried. She laughed easy and warm.] Didn't tell me "yes" neither. And see, thing is, I only take yes for an answer. Otherwise, I'll drive you something crazy until you agree. And we both know you will. [Normally, she didn't like fussing much. Truth was that she was plenty lazy. She was used to things coming to her, lighting on her palm without trying. But she was willing to make exceptions for a few folks, and he was one of them. And she could tell from that fond exasperation on his face that she was right about him giving in. Might not be right, using the fact that he felt some responsibility for her against him, but she did have some Murphy in her, when it was all said and done.
She tugged that belt of his again, winning printed clear on her face.] Worried about something. Water might be too cold for you? [She was teasing, all lit up, and she'd missed fun. She wasn't made for suffering; she was made for this, and it showed plain.
She whooped! some when he agreed, quiet, but loud enough, and she tugged on him until he was down the steps and into the courtyard, rain still coming down warm and soft on hair and shoulders. She glanced over at Shane and Amelia again, even as her fingers slid free of Graham's belt.] He's sweet on her. You'd be surprised what being sweet on a person'll do for their disposition. Maybe he'll kick you out of that cell one night. Probably be a whole lot happier come morning.
[She looked down at his hands.] Give me those. [And she held her own hands out.]