But all she does is nod — she hears him — and closes the distance. Her lips feather his, tentative and light.
"Jus' one more thing," she whispers, putting a little distance between them. "That night we made that deal, that y'wouldn't tell me what I can an' can't do, y'wouldn't try t'save me? I didn't mean y'couldn't watch out for me. But I swear t'God, Tommy Gavin, if you keep things from me 'cuz of some overblown idea of protectin' me, I will take out my gun an' I will shoot you into a female — you understandin' me?"
She makes another face at him, eyes as flat as he's likely ever seen them, and with every last ounce of machismo she possesses, she does her best impression of him.
"'All in a day's work, baby.' Are you messin' with me? Kittens an' puppies, ugh. Don't treat me like I can't handle the truth. That's the kind of bull-headed bullshit I was talkin' about. Thinkin' you're protectin' me."
She scoffs and extricates herself from him, going to grab one of the pastries he brought up.
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But all she does is nod — she hears him — and closes the distance. Her lips feather his, tentative and light.
"Jus' one more thing," she whispers, putting a little distance between them. "That night we made that deal, that y'wouldn't tell me what I can an' can't do, y'wouldn't try t'save me? I didn't mean y'couldn't watch out for me. But I swear t'God, Tommy Gavin, if you keep things from me 'cuz of some overblown idea of protectin' me, I will take out my gun an' I will shoot you into a female — you understandin' me?"
She makes another face at him, eyes as flat as he's likely ever seen them, and with every last ounce of machismo she possesses, she does her best impression of him.
"'All in a day's work, baby.' Are you messin' with me? Kittens an' puppies, ugh. Don't treat me like I can't handle the truth. That's the kind of bull-headed bullshit I was talkin' about. Thinkin' you're protectin' me."
She scoffs and extricates herself from him, going to grab one of the pastries he brought up.