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🎲 lee & carley :3
29: a kiss to the back of the hand ...
life as it was now was becoming more and more normal for them and was almost alarming. carley, as much as she missed the days of being able to sink into the couch of her apartment and watch reruns of old 90s sitcoms after a hard day of work, found the memories were also becoming fuzzier; replaced with old musty motel rooms and the smell of mold and decay. it was true what they said: once you smelled a dead body, you’d never forget that stench for the rest of your life.
she also didn’t think she’d forget all the times lee, kenny, and mark would leave to go hunting and foraging, only to come back with some bad news—be it an injury, no food, or another mouth to feed. they’d hit the BINGO that day: lee cut his hand, they didn’t manage to bring back any food, and a band teacher and one of his students became two more mouths to feed—or would have, had katjaa been able to save the man.
it had been a lot to deal with. carley had gone to her dingy room to decompress, surprised to hear a knock at the door and even more surprised to find lee standing there.
“ hey, ” carley greeted, eyes dropping down to lee’s hand. “ i’m alright; you sure you don’t wanna keep that jerky for yourself ? ” it was so like lee to worry about the needs of the others of the motor inn before himself. carley didn’t know how he did it; especially to the likes of lilly and larry.
she only ended up taking the jerky upon lee’s insistence, before changing the subject to ask about his hand.
“ how’d you manage that ? get it while trying to save those other two ? ”
‘something like that…’
“ always so cryptic with you, ” carley said, rolling her eyes, before reaching for his injured hand and bringing it up to eye it, ignoring lee’s hiss of protest. “ but it doesn’t look too bad. you’ll live. ”
a thought crossed her mind then, and before she could think better of it, carley brought the back of his hand to her lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to the scratchy bandage for a moment before pulling away. still, her hold on his hand remained, and her gaze lifted once more to meet lee’s, holding it in a lingering stare for a few moments too long before she suddenly released his hand and averted her eyes.
she shoved down the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and willed her cheeks not to flush as she made a show of clearing her throat and said in a preemptive warning, “ not. a. word. everett. ”
in one swift moment, she guided him out of her room, standing in the doorway as she added, “ it’s supposed to make it feel better. you should be thankful i even thought enough of you to do so, y’know. you’re welcome. ”
then, she moved back into her room and closed the door, prepared to spend the rest of the day kicking herself for behaving like a silly school girl with a crush.
“What the fuck is that?” / lee @ carley <3
“ really, lee ? with children around ? ” she’s teasing…mostly. but she’s also mildly offended that he’s pretending like he doesn’t know coffee when he sees it. sure, it’s not the best quality, nor does she have anything special to put in it, but, honestly, she doesn’t really care. while at one time she might’ve been picky about the caffeine she consumed, she’ll take what she can get these days… even if it is being cooked in an empty, rinsed out, large bean can over their campfire.
“ don’t worry, ” she teases again, “ i don’t plan on sharing with you. ”