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[spiffeh_jeb]

Who: Jeb, Az, DG, and Cain, plus a ton of guards.  
Where: Az's room. 
When: January 13th, 9pm. 
What: A little promise and more of Jeb than DG ever wants to see.
Warnings: Uh. PG-13 mentions of smut.

The newbies shooting guns was potentially the worst thing Jeb ever had to sit through. One didn't know how to hold a gun, most of them missed the center

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[az_of_the_oz]

She was beginning to think that Jeb had a fixation on her hair. His hands were always buried in the waist length locks, fingers stroking the inky strands. It always made her feel like she was being petted, and loved. Or at least as if she was deeply wanted.

Their kiss had only lasted a few moments, but Az felt like so much had passed through the short space of time.

Eyes wide, Az listened silently to his story. Her hand returned back to the scar he told the origin of, smoothing over the long healed wound. Stilling for a second when he mentioned the Longcoats. Of course he'd have scars from annuals of fighting. No one came out unscathed from her reign. Either mental or physical.

A knife? Her eyes closed in pain at the idea of him being hurt. Of a blade sliding into his body, the image made her other hand clench for a moment on his arm. The mark was high on his shoulder, nearly high enough to have hit a major artery. An inch or two and she could have possibly never met him. He could have only been seventeen or eighteen at the time.

Her lips pressed against the scar. As Jeb stumbled over his words, she made a slight grimace, lowering her face back down to press her cheek to the smooth plane of his pectoral muscle. Closing her eyes, exhausted, she sighed softly. It was easy sometimes to let the fact that he was still affected by the (very recent) past, even if he somehow managed to look past it all.

It wasn't her intention to fall asleep just then, to cut off their soft conversation. Before the night before, when Jeb has stayed the night, her sleep had been plagued with nightmares. Her energy stores were running low, barely kept up to levels where she could function for most of the day, and only through catnaps. Despite the possible sleep time lost with Jeb in her bed, what time they slept was the deepest she'd had that she could remember.