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[quinientos]

[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

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[nursetemple]

[ With the help of his fingers, with the hard work of his tongue, it isn't much longer until Claire is shaking apart again, her whole body jerking as she comes, her fingers tight in his hair now, pulling to the point she spares a thought about how she might be hurting him.

She's loud, too, his name and God's on her tongue, her voice broken, cracking on the words. ]

[quinientos]

[When he eases back a little, the tug on his hair is even harder than before, but it only makes him smirk a little wider, a little more wicked for what he's been doing. When she's finished and he's cleaned her a little, he eases back and sprawls at her feet, absently tweaking her toes teasingly.]

If you give me a minute to get myself together, I'll get a cloth, then we can decide never to move again for the night.

[nursetemple]

[ Her body jerks a little in reaction to Vasquez not pulling away immediately, until she can't take it anymore and she moans brokenly again, pulling at his hair. He pulls back, though, grinning like the cat who's got the canary, and Claire breathes out loudly, ending on a chuckle as she stretches, pleasantly burning everywhere. ]

Take a minute, take ten - I'm not moving, for sure.

[quinientos]

Ten minutes is a very long time to be up.

[After all, he's also been put through the wringer and his legs are feeling a little wobbly. He doesn't bother with clothes as he heads to the bathroom for a piss, then a quick wash, bringing back a cloth once he's cleaned himself up a little.

He works it over her legs slowly, having been careful to get it to a good temperature, taking his time to wash her body before he sets it aside and curls up behind her, making some space for her.]

Come here, settle in, would you?

[nursetemple]

[ Claire has to admit his care is welcome - almost surprising, in a way, that this old-fashioned cowboy would take the time, but she appreciates it all the same, eyes taking him in as he cleans her up, quiet settling in the room.

It's easy to scoot closer, until her back is pressed to his front. She reaches back, wrapping his arm around her waist, and sighs contently. ]

Next you're going to tell me that you're planning on cooking me breakfast, too.

[quinientos]

That's a step that I don't do. Unless you like beans in a can? And burned, probably.

[That had been the extent of his ability on the road, where Emma had taken care of the cooking on their way into Rose Creek and the other women had done it after. He's more than happy to eat, but he's not the cooking type. Wiggling in a little more, he wraps his arms around her, getting comfortable in his cuddling.]

How about I'll be here and I'll have my morning cigarette outside of bed?

[nursetemple]

[ CLaire chuckles, bringing his hand up with hers to kiss the back of it, before letting go, sighing contently, her body still humming a little. ]

Well, it's a good thing I can whip up a decent breakfast. The perks of parents owning a diner.

[ She grunts gently. ]

You can have your morning cigarette on the balcony.

[quinientos]

On the balcony, yes, fine.

[He's mumbling the words into her shoulder as he curls in, his eyes already shut. He's not long for sensible words, so he hopes that she can understand the mumbling that he's offering, because it's the best he can do.]

You can tell me about the diner in the morning.

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[nursetemple]

[ She hums, feeling herself growing sleepier by the second, his regular breaths lulling her. ]

Sure.