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[ Popping the bottle open, she takes a drink. ]

Shame you got stuck on the late shift. Chloe went to bed awhile ago and I have just been reading.

You know, when you two talked about the new sleeping arrangements, she gonna expect you in here every night?

Edited 2019-11-19 05:23 (UTC)

Comes with the job. Not the worst hours I’ve had.

[ He leans back against the wall and tilts his hat back, away from his face. ]

Expect she will. If she sees me out on the couch again, she’ll probably drag me back in your room herself.

[ He rubs at the back of his neck, glancing away for a moment at something else off-screen. Or maybe it’s just a play at keeping it casual. ]

Doesn’t mean I have to be in there every night, if you want some time on your own.

I usually like workin' into the wee hours of morning'. Maybe I should have just made myself busy in the office.

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I usually like workin' into the wee hours of morning'. Maybe I should have just made myself busy in the office.

<smal;>[ She had figured as much, and was feeling particularly grateful to Chloe's little bout of confused memories. Maybe it was for selfish reasons, but she liked having family dinners, and she liked McCree being in her bedroom.

So when he offers to give her a break, she frowns a little bit, trying to make it look like she's considering. She couldn't just outright say that she wanted him there; could she?]</small>

Well...I mean, seems silly you going elsewhere or trying to sleep on the sofa or somethin' again. Besides, with you out so late, I get some alone time anyway. It ain't a problem sharing that big ol' bed with you. We can always make a line out of pillows if you're suddenly uncomfortable bein' close.

<small>[ She chuckles softly, but can't hide the hint of insecurity caused by being unsure of whether he wanted it. ]</small>

But, likewise...if you want your own space, I can figure out somethin' for you.

[ Jesse’s eyes snap back to the screen, and it’s all he can do not to laugh. Look at them. Dense as two rocks, and both of them trying to figure out how to float. ]

Ashe…

[ He shakes his head, eyes glittering mirthfully in the low light. ]

I’d give you space is if you wanted it. But to tell the truth, the only place I want to be right now is right in that bed with you.

[ They really were ridiculous and part of her knows it. If Deerington had showed her this specific image in that tent back in July, she would have laughed out loud at the audacity and impossibility of it.

His comment brings a reassurance that she needed. A flush of pink colors her cheeks. ]

I guess we are finally on the same page. I'd almost be offended if you didn't like it enough to want to come back.

[ Jesse glances around before turning his full attention back to her, smirking ever so slightly into the camera. ]

Darlin', you're gonna have a hard time keepin' me away.

[ Is she trying to hold herself back from grinning like a love sick teenager and at least moderately failing? Yes, yes she is. It's been easy to push him away for so long, and here he is saying that he intends to stay. She purses her lips for some resemblance of control, until she can actually speak again. ]

Then it's settled; no more sleepin' on the sofa.

She’s going to drive him crazy before this is all said and done. Jesse thinks he knows it for sure when she nips at his ear, but he definitely knows it when she stands and shows off all of that bare skin. He had already been turning toward her like a sunflower towards sunlight, but the sight of her legs makes him stop short, his eyes trailing shamelessly down.

It keeps hitting him over and over again how he’s suddenly allowed to want this. No need to avert his gaze or play it cool. He’s been on fire for her for ages, and it’s finally time for her to know.

While Ashe is up, Jesse sits back against the pillows and makes himself comfortable. Back propped up. One leg bent at the knee, the other straight out, the two of them parted just enough to be something of an invitation. The firelight flickers in his eyes, warming an already heated gaze that hasn’t left her since she got up. He rests an arm on his leg, the other held out in invitation.

“The only thing I’m needin’ right now is you.”

That agreement from her is all he needs. Jesse feels zero remorse for barking out the order to stay put, giving the irate man waiting in the front of the line a particularly pointed glare. Once he’s sure he’s being heeded, he leads Chloe inside with a protective arm around her shoulders. Management can call someone else in or even close the bar for all he cares. Losing a little business won’t hurt the Dog with all the money coming in from downstairs.

A quick word is exchanged with the barkeeper on duty as they pass; otherwise, Jesse doesn’t pause their stride until they’re in the back room. It’s fitted with the basics: table and chairs, a small fridge, some restock and a small cot. The last was his addition, and he’s not sure if anyone else has made any use of it.

“You go ahead and sit down. Not too many options, but it’s better than the floor.”

Chloe watches him quietly and wonders how he does that. She wishes she had the ability to silence asshole men with a single look. She makes a mental note to see if it's something that can even be taught, pushing it to the side of her mind as Jesse starts to guide her towards the backroom. It was a nice, brief pause in the midst of her mind's inner panic over everything that Rose had said to her on the network.

"Cozy," she mutters, maybe only slightly sarcastic, before she goes to take a seat on the cot that he had set up, pulling her legs up so she can tuck them up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. It's definitely better than the floor.

"I'm sorry for pulling you away from work."

He isn’t the only one leering. As she makes short work of the distance back to the bed, she’s nearly devouring him with her eyes. The man hardly had to do anything to make her weak, and the way she feels a thrill run down her spine just by his seat position proves that. He had never had to do too much to get a reaction out of her, and it seemed the same could be said in the bedroom as it could out in the field.

She takes the invitation, reaching for his hand as she climbs back into bed. She settles between his legs making sure to move slowly and with purpose so that he can feel her entire body against his. For a moment she simply relaxes, staring back at him with the same desire in her eyes. It’s not long however before her fingers are trailing along his chest.

She toys with one of his buttons before popping it open. “You are way over dressed for this private party.” She licks her lips and gives him a wink. After she undoes two of the buttons, she leans down to press her lips to his neck, beginning a trail of kisses down to where the next button stops her. Her fingers proceed to undo that one allowing her lips freedom to continue their path.

Jesse waves off the apology, but his reply is interrupted by a rap on the door. It’s the bartender with something he’d asked for on the way in, and he brings one of the two drinks to Chloe—a hot toddy. He’s not one for doctored-up drinks most nights, but he’s always liked this one for a little comfort in the cold.

“Nobody is gonna die if they can’t get their cheap beer tonight. I’m not put out none.” He holds out glass for her to take. “Careful. It’s a little hot.”

Jesse’s breath catches as her lips touch his skin, the feel of them scorching hot as a brand. But it’s a sweet burn. The good kind, like whiskey, and making him feel just as dizzy. His head falls back against the headboard, giving her more room to work. But as her attention moves down to his chest, he goes back to watching her again with heavy-lidded eyes.

“M’not the only one.” He reaches out, not able to see so much as feel his finger find a place just over her stomach and trace up the line of buttons from there. It stops at the top, hooking into the gap between the highest and second highest button and giving the fabric a gentle tug.

“Not that you don't look damn good right now.”

Her senses are on overload merely from the long game of foreplay they've been participating in for this many months. So when his finger trails up the buttons on her own shirt, she breathes hotly against against the skin on his chest. There is a tremble that runs through her and even her lips seem to quiver where they rest. With a deep breath she sits up a bit, taking only a momentary break. "I guarantee you'll enjoy the view better without anythin' blockin' it."

Though her mouth is no longer by the buttons, she uses her one hand to continue to undo his. One by one she pops them open, her eyes never leaving his because she wants to watch his reaction as she undoes each one. Then when his shirt lays open she spreads her fingers along his stomach and slowly moves the fabric aside to reveal as much flesh as she can. Her eyes flicker down at that point to take him in and she gasps. Ashe had known he'd filled out over the years, but he's all man and muscle underneath her fingers and she appreciates every inch of him. She lets out a low sigh. "Damn..." It's all she can say as she gawks at him. Now that did belong on the cover of a romance novel.

[ It’s been years since Jesse saw her smile like that. Yeah sure, she’s trying to hold it back; but it shows through enough for him to know how she feels. He’d do a lot to make her smile like that again, he thinks. ]

Yes ma’am. Keep that bed warm for me, will you?

[ And likewise, she's actually started wanting to make him happy. It's an odd but welcome change. ]

I've heard it's stays warmer if you sleep naked, so keep that in mind cowboy.

[ She gives him a wink. ]

See you when you get home. [ And she doesn't even notice that she referred to her home like that, it feels so natural having him there. ]

She reached out to take the glass, holding it carefully in her hands and bringing it close so she could feel the warmth from the steam on her face as well as against her palms. It had that same comfort that any hot drink did when things felt too much, something grounding and easy to focus on.

"Thanks, Daddy," she muttered quickly, going to blow on it carefully after, before testing a sip. It burned her tongue slightly, but it was worth it for the much more pleasant burn in her chest as it went down.

She chewed on her lip after, staring down at the liquid in the cup. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to ask about their (his) world, whether she wanted to further challenge the already confusing memories in her head, but the words Rose said giving her such panic were enough to at least want to pose one relatively important question; "Back— ... Outside of this place, back home... You're okay, right?"

Will that name ever stop making his chest ache when he hears it? It’s a bittersweet shock every time. Jesse settles down next to her, his hands wrapped around his own drink. The warmth sinks into his one palm, grounding him. As ever, with Chloe, he does better focusing solely on her needs, and he’s prepared to that right up until she asks about back home.

“What?” He looks over at her with a small, confused frown. “What do you mean by that?”

The way she reacts to even the smallest touch is intoxicating, and Jesse understands completely. They’ve both been wanting this for so long, anticipating it, not knowing if relief would ever come… it’s no wonder they feel even the smallest things so acutely.

Jesse can’t comfortably be undressed and also do the same for Ashe, so he sits back instead, eyes locked on her with all of the hunger in him plain to see. And he’s glad he took the time to stop and watch, because her reaction when she gets the last button undone makes every moment of patience worth it. He arches into her touch with a pleased hum, the sound gravelly and low in the back of his throat.

“Like what you see?”

He sounds self-assured, but he hadn’t really had any expectations of what Ashe would think of his body. It’s been through the wringer after all, his skin pockmarked with scars of all kinds. Cuts. Burns. Bullet holes. Med packs were no replacement for a good healer, and those weren’t always available in the field. There’s barely a part of him that has gone untouched by violence.

But Ashe looks at him and touches him like that’s the last thing on her mind.

[ Home. What they had used to be to one another, and that they've now somehow found together again. He can't name how it makes him feel, but it's near overwhelming just the same. ]

I'll be thinkin' of that for the rest of my shift, don't you doubt it.

[ He nods to her, his smile more full of genuine happiness than she's maybe ever seen it since arriving here. ]

See you soon.

Ashe drinks him in, enjoying that he's there and hers to touch. The scars don't go ignored but she doesn't care about them or find them off putting. If anything, she wants to learn more about their history. A couple of them were familiar to her and she could easily recall the details of those, but most were during the years they were apart.

She had her own scars from years of close calls and violence. They'd been apart, but they'd both kept fighting. Underneath her nightshirt, she had her own history etched into her body in healed lines and bad memories. Some she'd covered over with ink in desert flowers and meaningful symbols, but she was not so different otherwise, touched by her own stories. Stories for later. Now, she was far more focused on exploring and getting to know his body rather than what had brought it pain.

Her hands reach down to smooth across his chest, fingers dancing along lines in a playful way, hoping to tease and make him desperate for more.

"i'd have to be blind not to." Once her hands have gripped and caressed to the point where she feels she's teasing herself more than him, she leans her body forward, pressing her chest and breasts against him. She's frustrated by the barrier of her own nightshirt between them, but she satisfies herself momentarily by a roll of her hips against his while curling her fingers around the back of his neck and kissing him deeply once again.

Jesse tries to swallow back a groan as her hands wander, only half successful. They aren’t alone in the house. He knows he can’t afford to be loud, but she’s making it extremely difficult not to be vocally appreciative right now.

He can feel the entirety of her against him as they kiss, and for a moment, he loses himself entirely. His hands slide and grasp down over the expanse of her back, her thighs, pulling her closer as he grinds up against her. Part of him still can’t believe it’s happening. Another part is entirely focused on her mouth, the sweet pressure of her pressed up against his hips, his chest…

“Damn, darlin’.” He breaks the kiss with a dazed grin, his hands already sliding their way up under her nightshirt. And then down as well, teasing just under the edge of her pajama bottoms. “Not even undressed yet. Not that I don’t like you just where you are, but unless you want me tearin’ those clothes right off of you…”

Which he will, if that’s what she wants. His playful smirk says as much. But it would be such a waste of perfectly nice PJs, which he will always fondly remember from this night on.

Any company that was sharing her home was nearly forgotten as she began losing herself to the feelings her was evoking in her. She fails to hold back a moan when he grinds against her, but bites down on her lip afterwards to stifle another one. She tries to shake the cloud of lust from her brain long enough to pull back when he mentions being desperate enough to tear the clothes off of her.

She considers the playful threat of having the clothes torn off. Her investment in the pajamas is minimal at best. Begrudingly, she sits up again, making sure to rock her hips against his as she does so. "So, impatient..." She clucks her tongue at the tease and finally decided to see just how impatient he was.

Shifting her position, she moves to straddle one of his thighs while making sure to roll her thigh between his legs again. As she rests comfortably astride him, she brings her hands up to her pajama top and begins to undo the top button as excruciatingly slowly as she can muster. There is a challenging look in her eyes as she waits to see just how impatient he is, and the small smirk on her lips suggests she's not as opposed to some assistance should he want to offer it.

She shrugs, keeping her eyes on her drink rather than looking at him. A part of her is too scared that maybe the answer will be something she won’t be able to take, but with the gnawing feeling in her stomach still there long after her conversation with Rose, it’s impossible to not ask. She goes to take another sip, hoping the burn will help her clarify.

“This woman on the network, she said— She said sometimes our minds forget things to protect us.” Chloe would’ve known that better than anyone a few weeks ago, ironically, but she sounds so unsure of it in the moment. “She said that I could be unable to remember stuff because something way worse than I imagined could have happened. And she started telling me about how her dad died and how she tried to go back in time and save him but it fucked everything up and I — I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I don’t know why.”

She gripped the glass a little tighter in her hands, scrunching her mouth up for a moment. “It felt like maybe I —... You’re not... dead, right? You’re okay?”

When he puts his mind to it, Jesse can wait out the best of them. His willingness to indulge in his vices to excess might give a different impression, which suits him just fine; but point is, he could wait for most things if he wanted to.

Right now he really, really doesn’t want to.

“Can you blame me? Been waitin’ ages for—” Her thigh slips between his, and he bits his lip almost hard enough to break the skin, his train of thought hopelessly lost. Distantly, he realizes there was a challenge made. Maybe he should be playing it cool or something for the sake of his pride. But really, he doesn’t care at all if she knows how much he wants this.

So soon as she finishes undoing that first torturous button, he lets out an impatient sound that is very nearly a growl and reaches out to slip his fingers beneath hers.

“Now you’re just tryin’ to drive me crazy.”

And he doesn’t mind it one bit. Still, he makes short work of the buttons, a few of them maybe dangerously close to being pulled off rather than undone. But when he goes to slide the fabric off her shoulders, it’s slower. Calmer. Almost reverent. Even knowing he can touch her now, he almost doesn’t know what to do with his hands now that there’s all this exposed skin.

“… God himself have mercy.”

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