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[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-10-16 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for him, she finds it cute when he's all embarrassed like that. Why else would she make the jokes she makes? (Well, other than perhaps a part of her genuinely being attracted to him, but she's more attracted to him as a person than otherwise which she finds so much more significant.)

She's about to say something to that effect when he murmurs his reply, melting what of her heart he hadn't already. Carol sees that effort. So as a reward she decides not to make him proverbially squirm any further by telling him more about how wonderful he is.

Instead: "It's damn sexy when you say things like that." Because it is, but more because joking with him feels normal and comfortable and like a different way of appreciating his words without being all mushy.

She is well aware this might also embarrass him in a way but his head is in her lap and she sidestepped that one, okay.

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[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-10-17 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
She lifts an eyebrow of her own, since when does he flirt back? Carol can't decide whether she's more impressed with him or (mildly) upset that she's lost her go-to way to get that aforementioned squirming on demand.

"Now you've done it." She's half chuckling, half mock-scolding. "If I say no, you'll think I'm challenging you. And if I say yes..." she leans over him slightly, failing entirely at being serious, "you'll know I'm full of shit."

Carol playfully flicks his forehead for good measure, and to let him know that there's really no pressure or expectation or even request behind that. Just sitting here is as much as she could ever hope for and it's more than enough.
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[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-10-17 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
He is right to trust her because she would never, ever, under any threat or circumstance joke about what just happened in the entryway. She's just doing what she does, what they do, because it's been so, so long since she could.

And of a similar vein, she'd never want to let him down, in any way.

Carol starts to say something, but before any bit of it can escape she loses the words in a wide yawn. Who would have thought kitchen duty would make her tired after all the running around and sleepless nights they used to have?
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[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-10-17 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Speaking of the spoils of victory, Carol takes full advantage of his new position to pull her feet onto the sofa and plop her head on his shoulder. Just as planned... not that the previous setup had been bad, of course.

"I feel like I haven't slept in years." Maybe she hasn't, between Ed's temper and raising a child and then the walkers, culminating in everything that happened since sickness broke out in the prison and then finding herself here and forced to explain it all.

Carol glances up at his face, tentative for the first time. "You mind?"
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[personal profile] dum_spiro 2014-10-17 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
She's had her guard up for so long that it's a relief to know she can let it drop, even if the wrong kind of sound will send her bolting upright. Take what you can get when you can get it, that's all any of them know anymore.

Carol shifts against him to get comfortable, cheek nestling in. "Don't eat all the cookies," she says, a drowsy afterthought. She doesn't so much care if he did, but she felt like she should say something, and any more tiptoeing around the obvious topic is too much a tightrope walk for her tired mind.