Re: Dream Log: Jude/Clem
[She laughed when he twirled her, because she was real easy to please. She always had been, even as a small thing. Chloe and Eloise, they'd been complicated, but not her. Even Lorelei had been more discerning. Clem, she just wanted fun and loving and twirling in a pretty dress.
She held on when he put her down, the moment of red already forgotten in the midst of the dream. Everything felt right again, and her heart rate slowed as her hands slid on down to his hips.] Guess I can't criticize. My dress is near as fool as yours. Doesn't do a thing to make me look pretty. [She remembered thinking that same thing when she was small, but her daddy had picked it, and that made the thing perfect, no matter how Lorelei had hated on it.
She kissed his cheek, and even dreaming she knew what he was asking after.] I'm in the prison. Graham's about ready to let me shoot things. You still got nice smelling soap and water that hasn't been caught in rusty buckets?
[That shadow ahead of them lengthened along the emerald green, and real slow footfalls were closing in, but she was smiling too bright to notice.]