[ This whole month has been one long nightmare, but at least when they're conscious it seems like there might be something they can do about the horrors that keep springing from around every corner and underfoot. She watches him for a long moment, the way he's sitting slumped on the edge of her bed even after tucking his boots neatly away.
She tells herself not to do it, but even as the words cross her mind, she's setting the bottle down on the table and reaching for the buckle of her gunbelt to undo it. ]
Wow, it is not normally this hard for me to get a guy into bed. Must be losing my touch.
[ It's almost conversational, as she slips the belt off from around her hips, setting belt and holster and Peacemaker on the table next to the bottle before she takes the few steps needed to come and sit by his side. The mattress dips under their combined weight, and wouldn't this all be so much easier if he were someone she could just seduce and kick out in the morning? A long stretch of her arms over her head, a few none-too-subtle insinuations, and they could both have a decent rest with clear heads and tired bodies... if he were almost any other man.
But he's not, he's Little, so she has to adjust, exercise options she never usually considers. The binding on this playbook is rusty, but he doesn't seem to care how bad she is at it, so she tries anyway. Wynonna drifts in a relaxed lean to nudge her shoulder against his, trying to get him to look over at her. ]
Yeah. But at least if you start screaming in your sleep, I'll be right here to wake you up.
[ Small comfort, she knows, but sometimes it helps just knowing someone's there to drag you out of it, to bring you back to the land of the living and help you ground yourself, even if that person is, well... her. ]
Don't let a few bad dreams push you around, Little. Try to think about something good, okay? Imagine you're... tying knots.
[ She frowns at herself, dubious. ] Hauling sails? I don't know what sailors do. What's something you like?
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She tells herself not to do it, but even as the words cross her mind, she's setting the bottle down on the table and reaching for the buckle of her gunbelt to undo it. ]
Wow, it is not normally this hard for me to get a guy into bed. Must be losing my touch.
[ It's almost conversational, as she slips the belt off from around her hips, setting belt and holster and Peacemaker on the table next to the bottle before she takes the few steps needed to come and sit by his side. The mattress dips under their combined weight, and wouldn't this all be so much easier if he were someone she could just seduce and kick out in the morning? A long stretch of her arms over her head, a few none-too-subtle insinuations, and they could both have a decent rest with clear heads and tired bodies... if he were almost any other man.
But he's not, he's Little, so she has to adjust, exercise options she never usually considers. The binding on this playbook is rusty, but he doesn't seem to care how bad she is at it, so she tries anyway. Wynonna drifts in a relaxed lean to nudge her shoulder against his, trying to get him to look over at her. ]
Yeah. But at least if you start screaming in your sleep, I'll be right here to wake you up.
[ Small comfort, she knows, but sometimes it helps just knowing someone's there to drag you out of it, to bring you back to the land of the living and help you ground yourself, even if that person is, well... her. ]
Don't let a few bad dreams push you around, Little. Try to think about something good, okay? Imagine you're... tying knots.
[ She frowns at herself, dubious. ] Hauling sails? I don't know what sailors do. What's something you like?