Clarice Creed (
noteasytobepink) wrote2012-08-23 03:14 pm
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The morning after
Clarice was a heavy sleeper, when she wasn't having nightmares. It came of never knowing when she'd get a good night's sleep again. Still, she was not a still sleeper. That meant she rolled and twisted some in the night; her frozen peas slipping down between herself and Bill some time around three in the morining.
And well, she shifted where her head was resting too. Next to his on the pillow, his shoulde,r his chest. It was probably past dawn when she settled with her head on his belly, still asleep.
And well, she shifted where her head was resting too. Next to his on the pillow, his shoulde,r his chest. It was probably past dawn when she settled with her head on his belly, still asleep.
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"Nah, it's nothin'," he replies quietly. "I was just gonna say, I know I sometimes let my small town show. Been others who've held that against me, so I don't mind the teasin' from you."
It's a much nicer reaction, especially because he knows she means it all in a good way.
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"You ain't been mean t'me once, even when you had the right to be." Like the several occasions he got himself falling down drunk.
"I ain't really afraid of you, y'know. I mean, I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass, but it don't seem like you'd hurt me." Which was a big change from the last woman he'd fallen for.
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"I'm glad you're stayin' here. An' I'm glad y'think I'm charmin'."
Smiling to himself, he bends to kiss her forehead, then resettles; letting out a slow, happy sigh.
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