Re: Dock: Clementine & Declan
[Might be, if she'd been sober, she would've notice something was aching him 'bout that leg, but she was so damn drunk the whole world was something felt new. Like being young, and not a thing was hurting her just then, and she wasn't being real observant any. Still, it was real nice to hear him be kind, and she liked the added warmth of him pitching her deeper against his chest. It was real easy, vain-adoring thing she was, to convince herself he just wanted her that bit closer. Like her momma's whole life spent acting, and you eventually believed the damn script, and Clementine wasn't a damn bit different in that regard.]
You imagine someone still loving you decades after not seeing your face? [She asked it wonder-struck, and she didn't have herself a clue he might think on his wife when she asked it against his jaw, his hiss mingling some with the words. He tipped his jaw, and all it did was give her more skin to run her lips along. She didn't think anything of it, because it was just soothing. Wasn't like anyone was peeling clothes off, and maybe her thinking on things was skewed some, but she'd spent a lifetime on her daddy's lap, and the only sin had to do with things penetrating. Everything else was just caring, and drunk it was easy to fall back to that innocent thinking.
But he said he didn't want to talk any 'bout his wife, and she didn't go picking at that scab. She was curious as kittens 'bout the woman Declan'd chosen to marry, but she didn't go pressing. Instead, she let herself get distracted with the new bit of throat he'd given her. Words against skin turned to kissing, and her voice was warm slur against warmer skin.] You'd remember me after decades gone? [She smiled sad against the thrum of vein.] You lie to me. You tell me yes.