[ they've been dancing around each other for weeks.
they're an odd team now, raleigh and her, and she suspects it happened even before he decided to play knight in not-so-shining armor, coming to her unlikely rescue when one of the workers had gotten partcularly drunk they were too impaired to take a girl's "no," seriously. raleigh had helped distract the guy, naomi had kneed said guy in the balls and they'd high-tailed it out of the bar to the small studio apartment she was renting where he'd asked her if she was alright and she'd offered to patch up the cut above his brow where the guy's watch had nicked him.
she'd offered him the couch but he'd declined, opting instead to stay and talk a little more until she nodded off. and when she'd woken the next day, she wasn't surprised to find him gone.
they're on the steps to her apartment when he remarks on her cigarettes for the first time. naomi's observant ( she's had to be, given her line of work ) so she's always noted the way raleigh looks like he's got something to say about her one vice.
those'll kill you, you know. but he says it without heat, a mere statement of fact as he runs his fingers through his damp hair. it had taken some convincing but her shower is at his disposal now, whenever he feels he needs it.
everybody dies eventually, she responds, tossing him a sad smile. tried kicking the habit. the patch is weird and gum does nothing for the oral fixation. if there were e-cigs still on the market it'd probably do the trick, but i'm not spending an arm and a leg for that.
is that why you smoke? to keep your mouth occupied? it was a joke, but she'd already been thinking about his mouth, a mix of nostalgia mingling with the growing attraction for the quiet, if somber man who was a direct contrast to the bright-eyed, talkative boy from her youth.
she doesn't wait for the bubble of tension to break on it's own, takes the needle herself and pops it wide open, her mouth pressed to his, the taste of cloves and ash on her tongue.
and then they're in her bed, her fingers curling over his bicep as he pushes into her heat, their mouths a perfect fit against against other. ] Raleigh--
[ she hasn't had anyone touch her like this in years. can't trust other people in her field further than she can talk to them, not interested in others who didn't care enough about the war.
but raleigh touches her like he knows exactly what she likes, like this isn't the first time. ]
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they're an odd team now, raleigh and her, and she suspects it happened even before he decided to play knight in not-so-shining armor, coming to her unlikely rescue when one of the workers had gotten partcularly drunk they were too impaired to take a girl's "no," seriously. raleigh had helped distract the guy, naomi had kneed said guy in the balls and they'd high-tailed it out of the bar to the small studio apartment she was renting where he'd asked her if she was alright and she'd offered to patch up the cut above his brow where the guy's watch had nicked him.
she'd offered him the couch but he'd declined, opting instead to stay and talk a little more until she nodded off. and when she'd woken the next day, she wasn't surprised to find him gone.
they're on the steps to her apartment when he remarks on her cigarettes for the first time. naomi's observant ( she's had to be, given her line of work ) so she's always noted the way raleigh looks like he's got something to say about her one vice.
those'll kill you, you know. but he says it without heat, a mere statement of fact as he runs his fingers through his damp hair. it had taken some convincing but her shower is at his disposal now, whenever he feels he needs it.
everybody dies eventually, she responds, tossing him a sad smile. tried kicking the habit. the patch is weird and gum does nothing for the oral fixation. if there were e-cigs still on the market it'd probably do the trick, but i'm not spending an arm and a leg for that.
is that why you smoke? to keep your mouth occupied? it was a joke, but she'd already been thinking about his mouth, a mix of nostalgia mingling with the growing attraction for the quiet, if somber man who was a direct contrast to the bright-eyed, talkative boy from her youth.
she doesn't wait for the bubble of tension to break on it's own, takes the needle herself and pops it wide open, her mouth pressed to his, the taste of cloves and ash on her tongue.
and then they're in her bed, her fingers curling over his bicep as he pushes into her heat, their mouths a perfect fit against against other. ] Raleigh--
[ she hasn't had anyone touch her like this in years. can't trust other people in her field further than she can talk to them, not interested in others who didn't care enough about the war.
but raleigh touches her like he knows exactly what she likes, like this isn't the first time. ]