Re: Courtyard - Clem/Graham
Pointing that out isn't real sweet. [Her smile, already warm, went warmer when his became less reserved. When she'd met up with him at that diner for pancakes those months back, she'd doubted the man even had smiling still in him. She'd gone out to Vegas to prove to herself that she was right about him being a murderer, however unintentional. That had changed somewhere along the line, and now she thought Lorelei would like him smiling more. Didn't mean she'd forgiven the man altogether, but it didn't matter the way it had.
She was oblivious to Shane. Sure, the man had mentioned she looked like Lorelei once, offhand, but she didn't think a thing about it. They both took after their momma, that was all. And oblivious as she was, she didn't even notice Shane looking mad. She noticed something different when she turned and looked. She smiled, and then she looked on back at Graham when he started talking about what a man wanted in the dark.] I can't say I ever bedded down with someone who knew me, or who I knew. Bedding down's like dancing, sugar. Something fun to do. Nothing more than that.
[Knowing what spinning was - or him saying so, that took the serious away, and she was sure the man had no clue how to dance or spin. No worries; she could do most of the work. And she was a wild thing when she wasn't cooped up. She didn't wait for shuffling feet, and she didn't care that he was all stiffness. He had to move, or she'd run right into him. She was laughter, brown hair catching the rain and spraying water from its ends. She wasn't stopping until they were both dizzy enough to fall down, and her fingers stayed gripped tight in his, just in case he had some other notion.]