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"I'd be leavin' a lotta unfinished business."
It's not an out and out protest. The idea appeals to him. He wonders what Angela would think. Shaking his head again, he sprawls out even more, sighing. "I don't think it's that easy to start over. I think shit would just follow me around, y'know?"
It's not an out and out protest. The idea appeals to him. He wonders what Angela would think. Shaking his head again, he sprawls out even more, sighing. "I don't think it's that easy to start over. I think shit would just follow me around, y'know?"
"I could take care of it."
He knows deep down that Jimmy isn't going to seriously consider moving away. He'll finish what he's started, and Richard respects that. It's what he'd do himself in that position, finish the battle that they'd marched into. But the offer is genuine, and will remain open.
He knows deep down that Jimmy isn't going to seriously consider moving away. He'll finish what he's started, and Richard respects that. It's what he'd do himself in that position, finish the battle that they'd marched into. But the offer is genuine, and will remain open.
"I know you could, but I ain't just gonna walk away from my problems."
Leaving Richard to deal with the messes Jimmy had made himself would be cowardly and wrong. He may not have been thinking very clearly lately, but he was clear enough to know that much.
Leaving Richard to deal with the messes Jimmy had made himself would be cowardly and wrong. He may not have been thinking very clearly lately, but he was clear enough to know that much.
"Mmm." Richard nods in approval. "We'll face them here instead."
"You ever think about how it'll all turn out?"
He's not even sure what he means by that. It's a big statement. Maybe he's just referencing their problems at the moment, maybe he means life in general. He doesn't seem inclined to elaborate.
He's not even sure what he means by that. It's a big statement. Maybe he's just referencing their problems at the moment, maybe he means life in general. He doesn't seem inclined to elaborate.
"Sometimes."
It was a pretty bleak picture as far as Richard was concerned. If he thought about it too much, it made him tempted to take his shotgun back out to those woods.
"I take things one day at a time."
It was a pretty bleak picture as far as Richard was concerned. If he thought about it too much, it made him tempted to take his shotgun back out to those woods.
"I take things one day at a time."
"Yeah, I dunno, I guess that's how you're supposed to take things, but every day is exactly the same, y'know?"
Speaking of bleak pictures, Jimmy certainly appeared to be viewing things negatively now.
Speaking of bleak pictures, Jimmy certainly appeared to be viewing things negatively now.
"Yeah. I know." He means it to be reassuring, but it doesn't end up sounding that way. He gets the feeling that Jimmy feels the same as he does sometimes: that neither of them were really supposed to be there. He returns his gaze to the waves breaking on the shore, trying to think of something that might help, but nothing comes to mind. Any reassurance he tried to give Jimmy now would be a lie, and he felt he'd probably be lying to himself, too.
Jimmy embarrasses himself sometimes with just how much he wishes he'd never come home from the war. At least if he'd've died over there, people would've remembered him for that. Now, he was just the wounded war veteran, and a whole hell of a lot of good that did anybody -- he was pretty sure Richard knew exactly how he felt on that level, at the very least.
"Maybe I'll just sit right here forever. Tell all those other guys to go fuck themselves, 'n just sit on the beach. Sounds pretty good to me right now."
"Maybe I'll just sit right here forever. Tell all those other guys to go fuck themselves, 'n just sit on the beach. Sounds pretty good to me right now."
It did sound pretty good, at least in theory. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just considering how far it was actually possible to run away from their problems, and whether it was really wise to, if that was how they wanted to be remembered. Eventually he smiles sadly. "Sounds nice. Until it starts raining."
"We can deal with a little bit of rain."
A little bit, maybe. But sitting on the beach in a torrential downpour didn't sound ideal, either, and he sighed with frustration. "Nothin's ever just easy, is it?"
A little bit, maybe. But sitting on the beach in a torrential downpour didn't sound ideal, either, and he sighed with frustration. "Nothin's ever just easy, is it?"
[He can take a hint like that, and he's perfectly willing to follow directions. His hand moves lower, between her legs, beginning by stroking her with a teasing and gentle touch that is at odds with the way he'd just pulled her hair.]
[Apparently, Angela thinks he missed it. Men. She can't be surprised. She makes a sort of disapproving sound at the way he's touching her, even though it feels good. It's not what she wants.]
I wasn't asking for your hand.
I wasn't asking for your hand.
[He raises an eyebrow, laughing at her response.]
Yeah? What were you askin' for, then?
[He's pretty sure he knows, but he's also enjoying teasing her. And he can't help that he still has a grip on her hair.]
Yeah? What were you askin' for, then?
[He's pretty sure he knows, but he's also enjoying teasing her. And he can't help that he still has a grip on her hair.]
Your mouth.
[If there was any inkling of an thought that she was the type of girl to hesitate about saying out loud what she wants, well, that thought should be wiped completely from his head.]
[If there was any inkling of an thought that she was the type of girl to hesitate about saying out loud what she wants, well, that thought should be wiped completely from his head.]
[His smile grows a little wider. He's glad she was willing to say it out loud -- so many people weren't, and it only makes him more attracted to her. Which is why he leans forward, first to plant some lingering kisses on her inner thighs before moving between her legs.]
[There's a hint of something deadly in that smile of his that Angela can't quite get a read one, but damn if it doesn't turn her the hell on even more. With her hand still on the top of his hand, she lets her fingers wind into his hair, following him down as she cants her hips upwards with a sigh.]
[He doesn't get to do this nearly as much as he'd like to, but that doesn't mean he's not good at it -- he's obviously enthusiastic about it, given the way he immediately lets his tongue begin exploring, looking for exactly the right spot to get her moaning again.]
[He hasn't gotten there yet, but she's enjoying his trip anyway, feet coming to rest along his back as she reclines further against the couch. Angela gently combs her hand through his blond strands, encouraging with small gasps each time he strays closer to her clit.]
[Can he really be blamed for liking to take his time when it elicits responses like that? Besides, when he finally gets there, it'll just be that much better, which is why his progress is almost teasingly slow -- but of course, he does get there soon enough.]
[And when he does, he gets exactly what he was working towards, that moan of Angela's that she will probably soon make his favorite, the one that's a drawl of his name, the one where her toes curl against his back and her head falls backwards as her thighs shiver and tremble.]
[He wouldn't mind just hearing that moan forever, so of course he's going to keep doing what he's doing, finding just the right amount of pressure and the right pattern to use with his tongue, wanting her to keep responding the way she is. Hell, he feels like he could do this forever, too, just to get her reactions.]
Shit. And you were talking about unfair...
[How she manages to get those words out is a miracle because she can barely breathe, writhing under the movements of his tongue, moaning, gasping, pulling his hair. She can't last forever, but damn if Angela sure isn't trying to. The journey's just as good as the destination.]
[How she manages to get those words out is a miracle because she can barely breathe, writhing under the movements of his tongue, moaning, gasping, pulling his hair. She can't last forever, but damn if Angela sure isn't trying to. The journey's just as good as the destination.]
[He'd respond to her comment, but there's no way he's going to pull away from her long enough to do so, so he just smiles a little as he continues, one of his hands resting on her hip, curious to see just how quickly he can make her come again.]
[His hand on her hip is keep her from twisting away from him, the sensation suddenly too much yet still not enough. It's like her body is confused; it wants but it doesn't want all at the same time. All she can do is bring her arm up to her head, biting on the heel of her hand to try and ground herself onto something.]
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