For Raylan

[sluttylyingliar]

Of all the times to be thinking about it, this is not it.  Rachel knows it must really be bothering her if she's lying in bed, naked and sweaty with her equally naked and sweaty boyfriend, thinking about feelings. They're both quiet, breath starting to even out as she traces a pattern on his chest, still lying where she collapsed on top of him.

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[angriestman]

Startled, Raylan pushes up onto his elbows and watches her, hair standing up, head tilted on one side. He watches her for a moment before he figures out what's going on.

"Where the hell are you goin'?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"It's cold," she comments, shimmying back into her underwear and long sleeved top. She crawls back onto the bed, legs crossed as she settles next to him, finger taking up tracing his chest again as she tries to shake off her mood.

"So, anything particularly deviant you want for Christmas?"

[angriestman]

"Baby," says Raylan, stretching one arm over his arm and wrapping te other one around her as he grins and presses another kiss to the corner of her mouth. "All I want for Christmas is you. That's the line, right?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"Not if you don't want me horking all over your chest," she comments, pulling away just enough to look at him. "Okay, but what about traditions. Not childhood, Jesus. But you were married for a long time, right? What did you like to do?"