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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.

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There was something about that smile that made this even better.

The way she was pushing him was maddening and incredible at the same time. He smoothed his hand through her hair, fingers unsteady as she worked him.

Nearing the end, he couldn't keep his hips from arching, and his fingers curling against her scalp.

"Clarice, I'm right there-- "

Hmmm, to use her hands to brace his hips, keep him from bucking against her unexpectedly or...to keep her hands right where they were, working just under where her lips reached?

Decisions, decisions.

She hummed and chuckled a laugh, drawing back jussst enough to have a little room to work with and...kept right on doing exactly as she had been!

He was trembling as she took him to the raggedy edge of restraint. A swipe of her tongue and a smooth stroke finally sent him over.

He had to pulls his hand back to keep from clutching at her, and it fisted against his thigh instead as he uttered a deep groan and came.

Not clutching was good because it meant she didn't choke! She didn't mind bringing him in her mouth in the least but again, out of practice, so...not being held still? Good thing!

By the time he was done and she had swallowed down what she could, she was sitting back on her heels and laughing cheerfully. Laughing, grinning, and generally happy with the state of affairs!

His eyes slid closed in the process, and reopened when he heard her laughing.

Giving a quirked, flushed smile, he couldn't help his own semi-embarrassed chuckle.

"What?"

"That was fun," she admitted, resting her cheek on his knee. "A lot of fun. I laugh when I'm happy a lot. Sorry."

His smile grew wider, and he shook his head as he reached down to stroke her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

"No, s'alright. That was fun." Very fun, and he was just glad she wasn't laughing at him, not that she would, but it was nice to make sure.

It was also nice to hear she had enjoyed it as well.

His chest was still heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and his smile wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile.

That was alright, he didn't have to go anywhere soon! And wasn't he suppose to laze about on his weekend?

Her eyes closed slightly when he stroked her cheek and she was working on her own breathing. "Mmm, yeah. I think I'm going to really enjoy the step u pin our relationship." Just maybe!

"That or wear you out. That's a possibility too."

He circled her ear with a fingertip, and grinned wryly at her.

"You ain't the only one, But, hey now, don't think I ain't got stamina."

She wouldn't wear him out that quickly. Probably. Maybe.

"I like to think about all the possibilities..." she chuckled wickedly and then sighed happily under that caress. "Besides, what else am I going to do but train and jump you until doc clears me to work?"

He really liked that sigh.

Keeping up his actions, he tilted his head at her quizzically.

"Train me for what?"

"Train you?" she repeated a little blankly. "No, me! What do you think I do out in the backyard and out on my runs?!"

He laughed.

"Oh, alright. I was gonna say, I'm already housebroken y'know."

Laughing again, he fingers loose strands of her hair.

"Well, housebroken, yes, but can you throw knives?" she teased. "See what you want to do once i get you running..." Mmmm, later though. Maybe not today at all.

"Is knife throwin' gonna come up a lot in this relationship? Might be better I learn how t'duck first, if it is."

He leaned his head back against the chair, and breathed a quiet, lazy laugh.

"An' I know you're only teasin' 'bout the runnin' bit." Because she wouldn't do that to him, would she?

"Well, knife throwing is and important life skill," she pointed out. "And why would I throw them at you?!" Why would he need to duck? Why?! Didn't he trust her?!

"Well, running alone can get a little lonely. I can always drag one of your young deputies off and run him ragged or something..."

"If you're a mountain man or magician, maybe." And since he was neither, it clearly wasn't a necessary skill.

"An' I dunno, isn't gettin' knives chucked at you part of the trainin'?" It made sense to him. At least, as much sense as knife training in the first place did.

To her suggestion, his hand stopped and an eyebrow arched.

"One of my 'young deputies'? As opposed t'the 'old sheriff', huh? I c'n run circles around any of them, make no mistake, darlin'."

"I'm neither and I need knife skills!" Clarice laughed. "No magic at all, and...not much time in the mountains or male. Definitely not male." So there. Knife skills were applicable elsewhere!

"And no, that's part of learning to dodge." Naturally.

"Well...I was just seeing a bit of reluctance on part of the sheriff to go running. I figure the young ones are more puppy like and will jump at the chance to run until they drop over asleep!"

"Definitely not," he agreed with a leer.

"So knife throwin' is just chuckin' 'em around?" He could do that.

Probably without hurting himself.

He continued to eye her over the running comments.

"I'm only reluctant because of you leavin' so early, an' goin' so far when sleepin' seems like the better thing to be doin'. Not because I can't." Just so they were clear. (even though at this point he probably couldn't)

"Yes, knife throwing is just knife throwing lover. Or you can learn general throwing of sharp objects and such? But it's all about developing wrist strength, arm follow-through , and aim." She kissed his knee and grinned.

"I seem to manage just fine on the sleep I get," she pointed out. "And I'm technically an invalid. Plus isn't it a good idea for the Sheriff to know every bit of the land he protects?"

"Well I already got all that." With a football, anyways.

"You think I don't know my own hometown backward an' forward?" he scoffed, a little insulted.

"I happen t'know this place from mainstreet t'the back fields an' pastures."

"Yeah, but can you make the right end hit things right on target?" she laughed back, because, really, why not?

"I think you haven'[t walked every inch of it recently," she kissed his knee again in an attempt to sooth. "And there may be things you don't know about. in those back fields now! Wanna go see?"

"Maybe." Probably not.

"I still get around." Granted, he did most of it from his cruiser, but still. "But I might. Right now?"

Right now wasn't the best time, what with him being naked and all.

"Yeah, but did you know the ditch behind the red house at the edge of town has a bunny nest in it?" she grinned and licked her lips slowly. Mmmm, bunny!

"And no, not right now! We have other plans today."

"You want me t'go runnin' at the crack of dawn to see bunnies?"

He eyed her, and that look, and realized this was even more sinister than he thought.

"Hey, now, I'm not goin' out there if you're just gonna eat them!" The poor little things.

Arching his back against the chair in a lazy stretch, he nodded.

"Good. Because I wouldn't want t'cancel those plans." He rather liked their plans.

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