The kiss is a surprise, and it's over before she can translate that surprise into pleasure –– the delightful scruff of his beard on her skin, the warmth of his whiskey breath. It leaves her with a vague smile in the aftermath, her gaze fixed on him.
She's long accustomed to getting by on the bare minimum, shitty rations and an apartment with peeling walls and meticulously inventoried bullets. It's enough, and that quick kiss feels like just enough, too. It may not be an apology or a thank you, but she doesn't have to wring it from him –– it's what he gives, and she'll take any affection he gives her readily.
But she knows where the lines are, over a decade in. She knows where she needs to play it cool.
"I always thought rabbit's too fucking gamy anyway," she says, playful. "This is where it's at, Texas, this is real luxury."
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She's long accustomed to getting by on the bare minimum, shitty rations and an apartment with peeling walls and meticulously inventoried bullets. It's enough, and that quick kiss feels like just enough, too. It may not be an apology or a thank you, but she doesn't have to wring it from him –– it's what he gives, and she'll take any affection he gives her readily.
But she knows where the lines are, over a decade in. She knows where she needs to play it cool.
"I always thought rabbit's too fucking gamy anyway," she says, playful. "This is where it's at, Texas, this is real luxury."