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While her initial assumptions were that Cicero had simply been planning on crashing in the hay of the barn for the night, Segolene by now was well aware that his presence in town was far from wholesome. Still, the fact he was in perfect viewing range from her bedroom window, in the middle of the night, completely unannounced somehow missed her recognition.
She was just happy to not be alone in her own thoughts.
Loose dirt and dry leaves skittered across the dirt yard between the two buildings as Segolene stepped off the back step, pausing long enough for both his voice and the flicker of match light to confirm Cicero’s identity. She sighed in relief, and a smile spread across her face, though it was nearly impossible to see in the growing dark.
Another round of thunder rolled through the clouds, and Segolene had to pause her approach as a gust of wind whipped her clothes and hair about her small frame. Once she was sure she wouldn’t simply fly away, she closed the rest of the distance between them.
She plucked the cigarette from his mouth and popped the end into her own, taking a long drag before answering him.
“Storm’s comin’,” she said softly, accent thick as smoke curled from her lips. It wasn’t really an explanation, but that seemed to be all she would give him. She didn’t like to admit when she was in pain.
“Didn’t know you was here.”
She returned his cigarette to him as she rose up on her bare toes to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“You lookin’ for a bed?”
The hat almost flew from his head when an angry wind blew past them. She didn't agree, nor disagree with his assumption he notices, but ultimately does not push.
And when she takes his cigarette from his mouth, he takes the opportunity to pin his hat down in place on his head. Indeed she was right, there was something afoul on the air. And though he had a room at the local sort of inn/boarding house, he still found himself restless in the night. A bed?
"Mmm. Haven't been here long." A lie that she'd recognize if she'd notice the pile of his ends on the ground near the barn. Then again, it was so dark out he'd not even recognize her were it not for her voice and the soft glow of his smoke near her face.
The kiss in unexpected, but welcomed. He leans forward towards her hand to take his own breath of smoke. Letting her hold it for him.
"Truth be told Miss Segolene- I have a bed waiting for me back at the 'inn'. Sometimes I just be a wanderin' creature on nights like these. However-" He grins widely, "-if yer-uh sayin' you're offering one for me, then perhaps I'd rest easier knowing that you were nearby. Safety in numbers and all that."
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