She grunts quietly when he hooks her leg around his hip, a sudden reminder of just how sore she is after last night. With a little effort the sound melts into a chuckle, and her hands shift from his collar to his neck.

"No."

She curls her arms around him, tipping her cheek against his while he nibbles her ear.

"Y'might stop workin' for it."

And they can't have that.


"Town meeting!"

She blinks herself back to awareness and glances toward the window. The voices in the street are growing loud over the bells.

"Gene? Listen t'that."