"I happen to appreciate some of your uncouth savagery." Raylan would no doubt get sick and tired of Doc very fast if he was all just full of negative and fault-finding, corrective commentary and nothing else. And Doc wouldn't blame him either.
Leaning over closer, Doc takes the bottle from Raylan's hand and sets it aside, lying it down on the bed but with the lid firmly screwed on. Getting shitfaced can wait. They do it just about every night. Spending a night together, however, is not something they do all that often, and while he probably shouldn't impose on Raylan's self-exile with more complications on his already complicated relationship woes, they both know (or at least, Doc assumes Raylan does) what each other is after. Complications is not high on that list.
"You seem rather well-mannered right now," Doc observes as he tries to get Raylan to lie down on his back by giving him a nudge on the shoulders. He can't say that he likes his Marshals pliant and demure but Raylan is anything but, even if he can be coaxed into being a little more compliant right now. They've both already had quite a bit to drink, so Raylan doesn't feel that much hotter to the touch because Doc himself is burning up quite nicely. Another bottle more, possibly two, and they'll be rolling around on the floor, wrapped up in each other with quiet nuzzling and inappropriate giggling.
"I should like to see you come undone." Preferably before the night is through, but Doc isn't wont to rush things right now. They can do a bit of pinning, a bit of unsolicited, scandalous touching, meander their way towards drunken debauchery. Take things slow, do it right, as it should be in the South.
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Leaning over closer, Doc takes the bottle from Raylan's hand and sets it aside, lying it down on the bed but with the lid firmly screwed on. Getting shitfaced can wait. They do it just about every night. Spending a night together, however, is not something they do all that often, and while he probably shouldn't impose on Raylan's self-exile with more complications on his already complicated relationship woes, they both know (or at least, Doc assumes Raylan does) what each other is after. Complications is not high on that list.
"You seem rather well-mannered right now," Doc observes as he tries to get Raylan to lie down on his back by giving him a nudge on the shoulders. He can't say that he likes his Marshals pliant and demure but Raylan is anything but, even if he can be coaxed into being a little more compliant right now. They've both already had quite a bit to drink, so Raylan doesn't feel that much hotter to the touch because Doc himself is burning up quite nicely. Another bottle more, possibly two, and they'll be rolling around on the floor, wrapped up in each other with quiet nuzzling and inappropriate giggling.
"I should like to see you come undone." Preferably before the night is through, but Doc isn't wont to rush things right now. They can do a bit of pinning, a bit of unsolicited, scandalous touching, meander their way towards drunken debauchery. Take things slow, do it right, as it should be in the South.