I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.
“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.
She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.
“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.
I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”
She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.
The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”
Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.
I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.
“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.
I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.
His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.
“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.
“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.
Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.
Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
“For you,” he said.
I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.
“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.
“No problem…. and for you!”
Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.
She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”
Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.
Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”
Just as I said that, my cell rang.
“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.
“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.
“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”
Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.
Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”
Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.
“Imma go get changed!”
When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”
I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.
“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.
“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.
He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.
Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.
“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.
I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.
Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.
“Ready?” he asked.
We both nodded, following him out the door.
Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.
Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.
I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.
I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.
“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.
Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”
He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”
Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”
“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.
During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.
Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.
“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.
I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”
He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.
Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.
“How about some grub, ladies?”
We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”
Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”
Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”
Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.
A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.
She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”
He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”
Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”
Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”
I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”
Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”
She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”
“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.
I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”
He raised a brow, “Problem?”
I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”
He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”
Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.
As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.
“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.
She was out before I could even say good night.
“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.
“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.
“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.
His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“Not at all,”
Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.
His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.
I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.
His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”
“I can say the same about you,”
I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.
I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.
He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”
Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”
He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”
Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”
“Okay… Call me?”
His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”
I smiled, “It is,”
“See you, Sweetheart,”
With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.
“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”
Kneeling behind a rusted old van, I carefully unzipped the pouch to my backpack to get to get to the roman candles and other various fireworks that I had.
Negan and Simon were with me, quietly watching me as I set everything up.
The Walkers were stationary for the moment, the darkness working to our advantage.
“Eyes on the dead boys,” I whispered, taking out a box of matches.
“You know how difficult it is to look away,” Simon said, smirking.
I rolled my eyes, taking a roman candle and popping Simon upside the head, “Zip it!”
Negan stayed quiet, looking quite annoyed at our interaction, “Can we get this shit going?”
I sighed knowing this would happen. A few years back, Simon and I had a fling. It was just a one time deal, but he always seemed to try and goad me into reminiscing.
I just didn’t think if Simon that way anymore. Negan on the other hand, well, he was who I had my eye on.
Negan saved me at the hospital when all hell broke loose. Him and I had been traveling together ever since the beginning and it was safe to say that we were falling for each other… just way too stubborn to do anything about it.
It was all about survival now.
“Here we go,” I said, taking a deep breath as I lit cherry bombs, one right after another.
My arm hurt from throwing them so far, but it distracted the dead enough that we could literally slip on by.
“Go!” Simon said, leading the way to the pharmacy.
Negan took my hand, pulling me along with him.
Simon moved quickly, getting the door open and holding it for us to run in. A few of the dead heard the door shut and began banging on the glass to reach us.
Taking a crutch, I shoved it into the handles to keep the doors closed.
“Split up,” Negan said, propping his trusty bat Lucille on his shoulder.
Coming over to me, he grabbed my chin, “Be careful, you hear me?”
I nodded, letting Negan get a few steps ahead of me before softly calling out.
He turned, raising a brow.
I walked up to him, kind of uncomfortable with the situation, “Are we okay?”
“We’re fuckin’ fine, Y/N. Nothin’s happened to us, yet,”
I stepped closer to Negan, shaking my head, “I meant you and me,”
Negan looked over at Simon, then back to me, his gaze softening. Reaching out, he stroked my chin with his thumb, “We’re good, baby.”
I blushed at his term of endearment, but I still felt like I needed to explain, “It was a long time ago, I swear,”
Negan placed his thumb over my lips to silence me, “I get it. I’m just… fuckin’ jealous, alright?”
I looked at him incredulously, “There’s no ne-”
Negan kissed me softly, “We’ll talk about this later… okay?”
“Okay,” I replied on a breath.
He smirked, turning around and spinning Lucille in a circle as he searched his aisle.
Giving myself a mental shake, I went about finding some much needed supplies.
I found the baby aisle, thankful to see about 4 decent sized diaper bags. There were perfect for filling with different toiletries and what not.
Down the shampoo and travel aisles, I filled one bag with plenty of shampoo and body wash.
“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?” Simon asked, appearing out of thin air.
“Jesus Christ on a pogo stick!” I shouted, jumping.
The bottles in my hands fell to the ground busting open.
I clicked my tongue and turned, hauling off and punching Simon on the pec.
“Ow!” he hissed, rubbing the spot.
I saw Negan’s head over the top of the shelves coming our way.
“That is none of your fucking business Simon!”
The smile grew on his lips to the point that it looked painful, “Ohh, you are!”
“She’s what, Simon?”
Simon shook his head, resting his rifle on his shoulder, “Nothin’ Negan. Just givin’ Y/N a hard time,”
I rolled my eyes, moving around Negan, “You dumbasses and your innuendos,”
The sound of glass cracking made the joking stop as we saw the windows that lined the store covered with Walkers start to give way.
“Up to the roof, now!” Negan said, pulling on my arm.
I ran backwards, holding onto Negan’s wrist. Both he and Simon jumped over the counter, helping me over just as the windows shattered from the force of the dead weight.
The dead scrambled over one another, albeit slowly, while others just trampled over the fallen ones.
They ambled down the aisles, reaching out, wanting to devour us.
Negan and Simon pulled the metal barricade down, officially locking them out.
Turning, I gaped at the mother load that we’d found.
Just about damn near any and all medicine that we could ever use was well stocked in the back of the pharmacy.
“What do we need the most, Y/N?” Negan asked, panting.
“Antibiotics, pain killers and anything that you may find useful,” I told them, giving them a diaper bag.
We got to work, jam packing the bags until they were difficult to zip.
I threw my backpack over my shoulders and hauled the diaper bag, “Let get a move on before anyone or anything else decides to show up,”
Pulling down the ladder, Simon went first. He carefully lifted the rusty, hinged hatch and looked around before climbing all the way up.
He poked his head back in, “All clear!”
Negan threw the first bag up to him, repeating this 3 more times until we were the last ones that needed to go up.
Negan had began to climb the ladder, the old wood creaking under his weight.
Just as he got to the top and leaned back in, two Walkers came from the very back room.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
“Shit! Goddamnit! Come on, baby!” Negan yelled.
Quickly I climbed the steps, only for the wood to snap into two as I got near the top.
I screamed, wrapping my arms around a step as my legs flailed.
I could feel the Walkers grabbing at my ankles.
“Negan!” I cried out.
Sticking his torso in, his face red and eyes wide with terror, Negan reached for me, holding out his hand.
“C'mon Darlin’! Grab my hand!”
“I can’t,” I cried.
I felt like this was going to be it.
“Y/N!” he shouted, snapping at me.
I sniffled, keeping my legs going.
“Take my fuckin’ hand woman!” he voice was deep and demanding.
I focused in on Negan, swinging my legs one more time while I reached out for him.
It hurt as he squeezed when he pulled me upward, but it was a pain I was more than willing to forgive.
Just as he about had me, one of the Walkers yanked on my foot.
Negan pulled even harder until I was finally lifted out of the opening.
I landed in a heap next to Negan, breathing heavily as my heart pounded in my chest.
That’s when I saw Simon panting as well. He’d had a hold of Negan so he wouldn’t fall through.
Carefully getting up, I winced as I put pressure on the foot that the Walker had yanked on.
I sniffled, feeling like I was about to suffocate as my heart sped up even more.
Slowly, I limped away over to where the a/c unit was at.
“Y/N,” It was Simon.
“Just,” I gulped, swallowing the bile that I felt rising, “leave me alone!”
I turned the corner of the industrial sized unit and threw up what little I had in my stomach.
Wiping my mouth, I went back the way I came and slid down the wall, crying.
The gravel crunched under the footsteps of the familiar stride that I’d come accustomed to.
Negan’s boots appeared in my peripheral, the base of Lucille being shoved into the gravel.
“Baby,” he whispered, not touching me.
“I thought that was it,” I cried.
“Y/N, stop it,” he used more force with his tone, but still kept it soft.
I took a deep breath and blew out the air, puffing up my cheeks.
“Again,” he said.
I listened to his breathing, slowing down my own.
“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my cheeks.
“You’re forgiven, Y/N. Now, let me take a look at that ankle,”
I pulled up my pants leg, watching as Negan took out a small flashlight.
He hissed softly, lifting my leg to look all the way around.
“No broken skin, but it’ll be tender,”
I let out a sigh of relief, feeling happy tears burn my eyes.
Negan cupped my cheeks, dipping his head to get me to look at him.
“Stop cryin’ baby. I will shut that shit down… no exceptions,”
I laughed softly, hugging him to me.
He lifted me as he kept his arms tightly around me, “Let’s get this back to the Sanctuary,”
After using a few more fireworks to distract the dead, we were able to escape and make it back to our home and people safely.
Warnings: Light smut, more of a tease really, lol.
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
°Combining two requests! Muti-Part imagine. Reader and Isaac are getting married. Flashback of when reader and Ike meet at a dance class.
Isaac “Ike” Evans stood in the lobby of his hotel, watching the guests mill about. It had been a good week, rooms were booked, asses were in the seats for the shows that were playing and it was only a matter of a week before he was to marry Y/N Russo.
To say that it was a good week for her on the other hand… well, he’d be cruisin’ for a bruisin’.
Y/N’s family was in town, supposedly helping her plan everything, but by the time he’d see her after running around all day, she’d be worn out and grouchy.
Taking a cigarette, he lit it up, inhaling deeply to let the nicotine take effect. The stress was starting to get to him; he never liked seeing Y/N with so much on her shoulders.
“Mr. Evans, sir?” One of the new bell hops named Ray, called out.
“What is it Ray Ray?” Ike exhaled.
“You may want to go check on Y/N, sir. There were reports of yelling just a moment ago,”
“Goddamnit,” Ike rushed to the near by table and put his cigarette out in a dish, “Thanks Ray Ray!”
“It’s just Ray, sir!” The bell boy called out to Ike’s retreating form.
Spinning around, he quickly pointed at him, “Not anymore!”
Ike got on the elevator and was quickly taken up to his home.
He rolled his lips at the sound of yelling and mixed languages being spoken.
“Thank you, Rosa,”
“You’re welcome Mr. Evans,”
Entering his home, Ike was met with pure chaos. Old Italian women were screaming while holding swatches of fabric, while others spoke loudly about flowers.
“Dad!” Lauren came from her room, running to Ike and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“The hell is going on?”
“I don’t know, but they’ve been like this for the past hour and half,”
Lauren stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “She’s hiding in the bedroom… and she has the ice cream,”
Ike kissed his daughter’s head and sent her back to her room.
Walking around the pissed off women, Ike snuck into his and Y/N’s room. He shut the door and locked it, muffling the voices.
Turning around and leaning against the door, he found Y/N sitting Indian style in the middle of the bed, holding a pint of ice cream.
She looked depressed, and it broke his heart.
“Y/N, Sweetheart,” he said, nearing the bed.
She looked up from her ice cream, her eyes red, “They’re driving me insane, Ike,”
Ike sat on the bed, resting a hand on Y/N’s bare knee.
She spooned some more ice cream into her mouth and spoke around the frozen treat, “You’d think they were the one’s getting married,”
He watched as she stabbed at the ice cream with the spoon.
“What all is going on?” he asked, moving his thumb from side to side against her soft skin.
She sniffled, “Well, they want me to have a traditional Italian wedding, but I’ve told them repeatedly that you’re Jewish and-,”
“Y/N,” Ike interrupted, “Honey, I’ve told you time and time again that we don’t have to do any of that. It’s whatever you want,”
“I know, but… I feel like I’m disappointing everyone no matter what I choose to do,” her voice became thicker with tears.
Y/N spooned more ice cream into her mouth.
Reaching under her chin, Ike raised her head so that he could look into her eyes, “Who am I marrying next weekend?”
She licked her lips as she swallowed, “Me,”
Ike smiled, his dimples becoming more prominent, “That’s right. I don’t care if there’s clowns performing the ceremony, so long as I see your beautiful face walk down that aisle,”
Y/N laughed, her cheeks tinged a dark shade of pink, “I love you, Ike,”
“I love you too, Honey,”
Taking the spoon, she scooped up some ice cream and offered Ike a bite, “Want some?”
He couldn’t help himself; taking her chin between his forefinger and thumb, he gripped it gently and swooped down sealing his lips over hers.
As he pulled back, his tongue snaked out and licked softly at her bow shaped top lip. He repeated the action with her plump bottom lip and finally dipped his tongue into her chilly mouth and tasted the sweet treat on her tongue.
Y/N whimpered into the kiss, curling her tongue with Ike’s as he continued his delicious assault on her mouth.
He gasped, pulling away from her lips. He took the pint of ice cream from her and placed it on the floor.
Standing, Ike took his jacket off and leaned down to slowly kiss Y/N once more. Using little pressure, he pushed her backwards so that he could rest his body between her sleek, powerful legs.
He rolled his hips, his erection rubbing against his fiancée’s beautiful core.
She slowly turned her head from the kiss to take a breath. Seeing her untouched neck, Ike nipped and kissed along her pulse, sucking gently where her neck and shoulder met.
With a loud smack, he licked at the bright red splotch of skin and spoke lowly, knowing exactly how she liked it, “Remember when we first met?”
She hummed, running her fingers through his hair, “Mmm, yes I do,”
“How about that night in the dance studio?” he asked, between nips.
Y/N grasped his bottom, pulling him against her as she moaned, “When you took me up against the wall?”
It was Ike’s turn to groan. He hiked her leg up higher on his waist, squeezing it with his long fingers, “Yes Ma’am,”
“Jesus, Ike,” Y/N panted.
He raised his head, watching her as she licked her lips. His eyes traveled down to her ample chest where her cleavage was visible and saw that her nipples were hard and begging for attention.
Just as he was about to latch onto one through her shirt, the sound of shattering glass and more screaming came from the living room.
Y/N dropped her arms to the side and growled.
Ike, wanting to spend some much needed naked time with his wife, was growing impatient and quite ill, “That’s it!”
“Isaac!” Y/N hissed.
He turned to her, his face red.
She pointed to his crotch, where his hardness was clearly visible.
He paced a short moment, thinking of anything to will it away. The thought of his father explaining how Inez bathed him was more than enough.
Y/N followed after him, her hands cupping her mouth at the destruction of their living room.
“What have you done!?” she shouted.
A vase that was given to Y/N when she was younger from her other side of the family was spread out over the floor in thousands of pieces.
“Alright! I’ve had it with you old crones and your bitching!”
He watched Y/N squat down and pick up a piece of the vase, her head hung low.
The older women gaped at him, their eyes wide.
“This is Y/N’s wedding, Goddamnit and I will not have any of you stressing her out anymore!”
When one of the Aunt’s went to speak, Y/N looked up and glared before yelling at the top of her lungs, “Get out!”
Quickly the women scrambled out of their home and shut the door with a slam.
Ike knelt next to Y/N and rubbed her back, “I’m sorry, Honey.”
Y/N sniffled which made Ike clench his jaw, “I’ll get someone up here to clean this,”
She shook her head and wiped her eyes, “No, I’ve got it,”
“Y/N,” he sighed when she shook her head.
Stevie chose that time to bust through the door. He looked at the shatter pottery on the floor, his eyes wide, “Ummm,”
Ike stood and pointed at him, “Yeah, I know. Not a word,”
With his hands raised, Stevie replied, “Got it,”
Y/N came back around and began to sweep the mess up.
“Uh, Dad. The Fire Chief is waiting for you in your office,”
“Damnit… give me a minute, I’ll be upstairs shortly,”
Stevie nodded and took off, shutting the door quietly.
Going over to Y/N, Ike took the broom from her hand and pulled her to him, “I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”
She blinked back some tears, the day’s events making her hormonal, “ ‘kay,”
Ike leaned down and kissed her slowly, the softly whispered in her ear, “I want to finish what we started, Sweetheart,”
She giggled quietly, smacking his arm. It was truly a welcoming sound.
“I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry,” he said, close to her ear, smiling.
“Go on Evans,” she smiled.
Even though she was exhausted, Y/N was truly the most beautiful woman ever known to man.
Their clothes laid scattered all around the floor; their plates, on the kitchen table with their meal forgotten.
Y/N had one hand in her hair, the other holding onto Charlie’s shoulder, moaning as she rode him.
They were at it again, unable to keep their hands off of one another.
“Come on, baby,” Charlie grunted, holding her hips as he helped her move up and down his length.
He could see that she was close to the edge again, her inner muscles twitching around him.
She gasped, rolling her lips, making them shiny, “Charlie,” she moaned, “fuck me,”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Lifting her hips, he had her get off of his lap.
She knew what he wanted. He watched as she got on her knees, her ass high in the air. Mounting her from behind, Charlie held his shaft, letting it slide easily into her.
She sighed, letting her body relax. Using slow thrusts, Charlie got Y/N worked up again.
Her torso was practically flat on the mattress, his hands being the only thing that had her nestled against his pelvis.
“Charlie!” her gasp was sharp and he could feel her inner muscles quiver.
Speeding his thrusts up, he gave her everything he had with each stroke.
“That’s it, Y/N… come on, baby,” he coaxed her, panting.
Her moans started to get louder and louder until she came hard around him.
He held her to him, buried deep in her wetness.
Her orgasm was so strong, that she held her breath, reaching out blindly to try to grab handfuls of bedding. Even her thighs were shaking in his hands, her leg muscles tight.
He wasn’t going to let a damn good orgasm like that go to waste. He was right at the edge.
Her passage was already tight, but it felt tighter when she came, so he pinned her down to the mattress and thrusted a few more times, shouting out her name as he came inside her.
She was gasping for air, rolling her hips with small rolls as they both came down.
Finally Charlie collapsed on top of her, trying to keep most of his weight off of her.
“No more… no more,” she gasped, her eyes closed tightly.
Charlie chuckled, pulling out and rolling over.
Y/N blinked her eyes, looking at Charlie with bleary eyes.
“I’m not gonna be walking straight for a while,” she giggled.
Laying on his side, Charlie rested a hand on her backside, laughing as he kissed her shoulder, “I’d apologize, but that would be a lie,”
Slowly, Y/N pulled herself closer to him, “We need to soak in the tub,”
Charlie hummed kissing her, “Wait here,”
She snorted, “Like I could run even if I wanted to!”
Leaning over as he stood, he bit her cheek, making her yelp and laugh, “Leave my ass alone!”
His bobbed his eyebrows, then made his way to the bathroom.
The tub was garden sized, able to perfectly hold both of them. Starting the water, he made sure that it was hot, but not too much so.
Once he used the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom to get Y/N. She was sitting up at the edge of the bed, her hair all wild from the sex and her neck and breasts littered with hickies and beard burns.
Having mercy on her, he held out his hands to help her up. She swayed, nearly falling back down to the bed.
“You weren’t kidding,” he laughed.
Once they were in the tub, Charlie pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her.
He kissed the side of her head, running the soft pecks down her cheek, neck and to her shoulder.
She hummed, her body relaxed.
Charlie bent his legs, the knees poking out from the water. He sighed into her damp skin as she ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Tilting her head back and to the side, Y/N puckered her lips slightly for a kiss.
Charlie’s hand came out from the water, holding her chin as he slowly kissed her.
Her lips were plump and would definitely need some lip balm once they got out of the tub, but they were soft all the same.
They sighed into the kiss, then smiled softly as it ended.
“This is nice, thank you,” Y/N whispered.
Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat. He laid a series of pecks to her lips before answering her, “Thank you,”
He could see the question in her eyes.
“For what?” she asked.
“Giving me a chance.”
“Charlie,” she said, softly, “We’ve been through this. There’s no need to thank me, okay?”
He squinted his eyes playfully, “I’m a stubborn man,”
She shook her head, grinning, “Ain’t that the truth,”
When the quiet settled in again, he pushed her torso forward, taking a washcloth and started to wash her back.
Y/N pulled her knees up, resting her head on it as he soaped her up.
Once she was all slippery, he used that as an advantage. Taking his fingers, he began to rub the muscles in her back, making her moan.
“Holy…” was all she got out, “You should have gone to massage therapy school,”
“I did. Had my degree and everything… that’s how it all started,”
Charlie rinsed her back, making sure that all the suds were gone. He pulled her against his chest, kissing her just below her ear.
“I was at a client’s home, some rich woman. I was young and dumb, she was young, dumb and beautiful. She gave me my first line and then another,”
Y/N sank her hands into the water, rubbing his thighs as he spoke.
“It became a regular thing and it was great from what I remember… or what I thought was great. Then one day, a few months later, I woke up after a night filled with drugs and sex to find her dead… she had overdosed.”
“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.
Charlie nodded, holding her tightly to him.
“It’s in the past though… I want to keep it there. Besides,” he said, using his index finger to tip her face up to his, “I have a mighty damn fine future ahead of me,”
“Is that so?”
He barely nodded, looking down at her plush mouth, “Yep,”
Y/N smiled, meeting his lips. The kiss was slow, promising of what was to come for the couple.
Deaf had made it home safe and sound, ready to relax and spend time with his wife.
The war had been wearing the Rangers down, so General Houston granted the men to have a two day leave. Rest up, eat properly, get a woman and have some fun.
Erastus had fed and watered his horse, making sure that she was in the barn to rest her tired hooves as well.
Upon entering the spotless home that he shared with Y/N; the not so pleasant scent of gunpowder, blood and sweat slapped him in the face.
Shaking his head, he started the water for a nice hot bath, but he most definitely needed to rinse off first.
After going for a quick dip in the large pond that was located on the property, Deaf trudged back up to the house, his white long John bottoms soaked through.
At the door, he removed the wet undergarment and wrapped a towel around his waist. It took a little while to fill the tub, but the second he sank down into the cozy hot water, the knots and kinks unwound from his sore muscles.
Within moments of being squeaky clean, he was asleep with his head and arms propped up on the side of the tub.
Soft hands ran over his shoulders, while a feminine voice spoke his name.
Erastus blinked slowly, breathing deeply as he came to. Looking up, he saw the beautiful face of his wife.
“Hey Sweetness,” he said, sleepily.
She smiled, leaning down to kiss his lips, “Mmm, hello Deaf,”
He sighed into the kiss, holding the back of her head as their lips moved together.
She slid a hand down his chest, gasping and pulling away once her hand was in the water, “Deaf, you need to get out of this water before you catch a cold,”
When Deaf moved his legs, he then realized that the water was chilled.
Y/N laid a towel on the table that was next to him and kissed his cheek, “I’m going to turn down the bed,”
Deaf smiled, watching the natural sway of her hips as she went to the bedroom.
He sighed, feeling his length grow at the need he felt for his wife. It had been far too long.
He held the towel around his waist, leaning against the doorway as Y/N moved around the bedroom.
She was in her thin nightgown, her hair still up. The comforter and top sheet on the bed were turned down, ready for them to occupy the comfortable mattress.
Deaf had more in mind though… a lot more in mind.
With her back turned to him, Deaf walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he ran his nose up her neck.
Her sharp intake of breath made him smile.
Deaf ran his hand across her abdomen, placing feather kisses when she tilted her neck.
“I missed you Darlin’,” he whispered, kissing her earlobe.
Y/N laughed lightly at the tickle of his beard. Turning in his embrace, she smiled up at him, “I missed you too, Erastus,”
He licked his lips, his eyes trailing over her features and down to her cleavage. The front of her nightgown was tied in a simple bow, that being the only thing holding it together.
Reaching for satin string, he pulled at the ends deftly untying it.
The cotton gown fell open, revealing the swells of her breasts while still covering her nipples.
Y/N rolled her lips, biting the bottom as she anticipated the next move.
Deaf cupped her cheeks, threading his fingers into hair at the nape of her neck. Tilting her head up, he bent down to make up for the height difference.
At the contact of her supple lips, Deaf groaned into the kiss.
His wife’s fingers grasped at his damp shoulder blades, her soft fingertips running down his back and ending at his waist.
Their heads moved in sync as they kissed, the light smacks of their lips connecting and disconnecting sounding very mute to Deaf’s ears.
He broke the kiss when Y/N removed the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the floor.
His length jutted proudly from a thatch of curls, just begging to be touched.
When Y/N sank to her knees, Deaf let his fingers trail through her hair as he put his head back and stared at the ceiling.
At the feel of her lips kissing the helmet of his length, his legs shook.
Peering down at her, he watched as she slowly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head at a snail’s pace.
Deaf grunted, the suction and warmth of her mouth beyond perfect. He could feel the pull of his orgasm approaching quickly, but he didn’t want to finish so soon; and certainly not before Y/N.
Pulling his hips back, his member fell from her lips with a slight bounce and pop.
Y/N licked her lips, wiping away any excess from her mouth.
Deaf helped her stand, the nightgown falling from her shoulders and pooling at her feet.
Without wasting another moment, Deaf grabbed her bottom, and hoisted her up so that her legs would wrap around him.
He carried her to the bed, where he laid on it, letting her sit on top of him.
Her hands on his chest ran up and down, her fingers gliding through the his damp chest hair.
Y/N rose to her knees, the tip of his length brushing against her wet lower lips.
Reaching behind her, she held him still as she lowered herself down onto him.
They both sighed, adjusting to the length and tightness.
With his hands resting on the dip of her hips, Deaf held onto Y/N as she began to raise and lower her hips.
Sitting up, he grasped her chin, his fingers sliding to her neck as he kissed her softly.
She moaned on a breathy sigh, twirling her tongue with his. When she pulled back, Y/N rested her forehead against his, “I missed you Erastus,”
Deaf raised his hips as she lowered herself, burying himself deeply within her.
Throwing her head back she let out a loud moan and rolled her hips as he held her against him.
Deaf kissed and nipped at her neck, whispering words that he had missed saying so much to her, “Missed you too, Darlin’.”
Giving her chin a nip, he let her hips go so that she could continue riding him, “I love you so damn much,”
Y/N cupped his cheeks, pecking his lips and smiling, “Show me how much you love me,”
He grinned, twisting them around so that he was on top of her.
Deaf held her thigh high on his hip and snapped his hips forward in a hard, deep thrust.
“Oh my God,” Y/N cried out.
She hooked her other leg with his, using it as leverage so that she could meet his thrusts.
Leaning down, Deaf took a hardened nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue.
“Don’t stop, Erastus,” Y/N cried, running her fingers through his messy hair.
He felt her warm tunnel begin to tighten as her release hit her hard.
Pushing his hips forward one last time as she cried out, he filled her with his hot seed.
While his body twitched, Y/N continued to roll her hips to prolong their release.
Deaf laid there, his head resting on Y/N’s breast.
“I love you too, Deaf,” Y/N whispered.
He felt her chest vibrate from her words, but they were muffled.
“What?” he asked, raising his head.
“I love you too, Deaf,” she repeated, also signing it to him.
Rolling to the side, he pulled Y/N to him, letting the night time air cool their heated skin.
As Y/N started to pet his chest, he kissed her forehead, letting his lips rest there.
Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!
Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.
She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.
Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.
Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.
There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.
Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.
Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.
Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.
“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.
“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.
“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”
I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.
“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.
“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.
As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.
I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.
I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”
She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”
I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.
Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.
The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.
“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.
The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.
“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”
Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.
“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”
I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.
He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”
I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”
“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.
“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”
“Sure, thank you for coming out.”
“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.
When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.
“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”
For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.
It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.
That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.
Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”
She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.
“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.
She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”
My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.
“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.
“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.
I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.
“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.
“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”
She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.
As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.
I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”
“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”
I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.
“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”
Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”
The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”
Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.
“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.
Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”
She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”
Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”
“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”
“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”
He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”
“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”
“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”
Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”
Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”
Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.
I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.
“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”
“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.
“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.
I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”
“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”
“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.
Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”
I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”
Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”
“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”
We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.
“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”
“You are very beautiful,”
I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.
He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.
He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”
“Oh I don’t-”
“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”
I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”
“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.
Blindly reaching over for my cup, I brought it to my lips only to frown at the lack of coffee in it.
The smell of the hazelnut creamer was still strong, but that wouldn’t get me through the night.
“Damnit,” I cursed.
I was working on a case that my husband and I were put on, and I truly didn’t want to get up from my desk.
“Here, Y/N,” Joe came into my office, placing a fresh cup on my desk.
“I knew I married you for a reason,” I smiled, pouring the hot liquid into my cup.
I blew on it before taking a sip. Sighing, I pointed at my cup, nodding, “Yup… Definitely married you because of this,”
Joe laughed, shaking his head as he sat on my desk.
“Love you too, baby,”
I blew him a kiss as I picked up a piece of paper.
“Find out anything new?”
I rubbed my head in frustration, “No. I’ve gone over this rape and autopsy report at least ten times and none of this making any sense,”
Joe tilted his head, taking a crime scene photo and studying it.
“The patterns just aren’t adding up, but I know it’s him Joe. I know it.”
He sighed, placing the photo back down where he got it from.
An officer knocked on the door, “Sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Merriweather, but we have someone here that wants to speak with one of you.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, Officer Banks.”
Joe turned back to me, “Listen, we’ll catch him, Sweetheart. We always do,”
He leaned over, taking my chin in his soft hand. Slowly, he kissed me, his tongue gently dipping into my mouth.
Grunting slightly, he pulled back, grinning, “I knew I married you for a reason,”
I laughed, swatting at him, “Ass,”
Joe chuckled, kissing my head right before he left.
I rubbed my temples, my vision blurry from staring at the photos and paperwork for so long.
Making a final decision, I decided to just go back to the crime scene to scan it over once again.
John Clancy ran into the station, demanding the front desk that he speak with his long time friend, Joe.
“He’s busy at the moment Sir. Have a-”
“I don’t give a damn if he’s busy or not!” he snapped, slamming his hand on counter.
“John, what’s going on?” Joe’s brows were furrowed as he approached him.
“She went back to a crime scene, why?”
“I saw her,” John’s accent became thicker the more he remembered his vision, “She’s in an abandoned apartment. Old blood splattered on the nicotine stained wall.”
Joe’s eyes widened, fear making them glossy. He turned, telling others to get to 4861 Stemming Road.
“Keep talking!” Joe said, as John kept up with him.
“Fresh blood on the floor… drag marks… she’s- she’s tied to a chair…”
“Oh my God,” Joe whispered.
I groaned, my head aching and a nasty crick in my neck as I tried to lift it.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” A male, sing-song voice said.
I felt a rush of air and a hard slap to my cheek when I didn’t comply.
“I said wake up, Goddamnit!”
Carefully I blinked, but it burned. That when I noticed in the shitty lighting that my vision was stained red.
The burning was caused by blood getting into my eyes.
“Ohhh, lookit here, lookit here!”
“We got us a beauty Cyrus!” Another male voice cheered.
A slap resounded, “No names you fuck wit!”
“Oww! No need to get violent! I mean, shit! It ain’t like she’s gonna live through it!”
“Alvin,” the voice became darker, “I like my fish wet and squirmy. If she dies before I get my piece, I’m slittin’ your fuckin’ throat!”
I wiggled my wrists, but the were tied to the arms of the chair tightly.
“That’s right, you just keep on wigglin’!” Cyrus, I presumed, cackled.
My vision became clearer the more I blinked.
“What do you want?” I gasped.
Taking his knife, he ran the tip of it down my cheek, cutting it.
“We just wanna have some fun now, Sweetness,”
I swallowed the bile that was building up in my throat.
When some commotion came from the lower floor, Cyrus sent his accomplice down to check it out.
A scuffle sounded, then it became dead quiet again.
Cyrus sighed and shook his head, “Fuckin’ igidt probably fell down the stairs again. Oh well,” he threw his knife up in the air with a spin and caught it, “some things ya just have to do yourself,”
With that, he lifted his arm high and stabbed my thigh with the knife.
I screamed, gripping the arms of the chair until my knuckles were white.
I could tell by the sound that it was embedded into the wood.
My scream turned into cries and gasps as I leaned forward.
Cyrus went out the room, whistling.
Gunshots and shouts erupted, then multiple people running up the stairs echoed in the hall.
I watched as Joe scanned the room from each side of the doorway, “Clear!”
“Joe,” I cried out, my breath skipping as I tried to calm myself.
Tears filled his eyes as he whispered, coming over to me, “Baby,”
“We need the paramedics, now!” John yelled.
Joe cupped my bloody cheeks as he cried along with me, “Y/N… Sweetheart,”
“Get me out of here, please!”
“Shhh, shhh, Sweetheart. We are,”
6 months later
I sat on the exam table, waiting impatiently for the doctor to come in. This would be my last visit if everything had healed well.
Joe stood, leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest.
“Gah, I hope I get to go back to work!”
“Y/N…” Joe said, lowly.
He was very reluctant to even let me out of his sight. He was driving me nuts if I were to be honest.
“Joe, I swear if you don’t give me some breathing room…”
When he opened his mouth to argue, the doctor came in, ending the argument… for now.
“How are we Mrs. Merriweather?”
“Ready to get back to my old life,” I said.
“Well, from the looks of your tests, everything seems to be back to normal,”
A sigh left me, my shoulders sagging.
He smiled, writing me a prescription for light painkillers to be taken if needed.
On the way home, I could feel the tension radiating off of Joe.
He’d flexed his jaw and grip the steering wheel to the point that it’d creak.
“Joe,” I called out to him softly.
He ignored me, slamming on his breaks once we were in the driveway.
“Joe, what the hell!?”
“I can’t lose you, alright!?” He shouted, his chest heaving.
I became silent, feeling my eyes burn with the threat of tears.
Carefully, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car.
“Y/N,” Joe called out to me, his voice hoarse and tearful.
I unlocked the door and went inside and began pacing the kitchen.
Joe slowly came inside, his eyes red.
“I-,” I got choked up, my words cutting out as the tears started, “I get it, Joe; I do, but I’m suffocating here!”
Shoving my fingers into my hair, I lightly pulled at my hair, “Each day that I’m not at work helping in some way, is letting those bastards that did this to me, win!”
I watched as Joe’s bottom lip quivered.
“I want my life back! I want us back, damnit!”
With that I sank to the floor, the dam that I had built all these months, breaking.
“Y/N…” Joe wrapped me up in his arms, pulling me to his warm chest.
“I’m sorry for being so overprotective, baby,” he cried, “I just don’t know what I’d do with- without you,”
We held each other in the kitchen until our tears dried. This was something that had been brewing for a while and we needed to address it before we were really able to heal.
Holding his elbows, I pulled back from his chest giving him a watery laugh, “I feel better now,”
He combed his fingers through my hair, chuckling, “Me too, baby… me too.”
Pulling his head down to mine, I gently laid my lips over his in a slow kiss.
“I knew I married you for a reason,” he said, lowly, once I pulled back.
I snorted, smacking his arm the same way I did those six months ago.
Erastus “Deaf” Smith paced the waiting room at Dr. Y/N Michaels Veterinarian office.
His horse, Merribelle had a run in with the towns trouble makers. They had stolen her for a ride on the many acres of land that he owned, only for Merribelle to end up with multiple wounds from some barbed wire.
Erastus, as you could tell by his nickname, was deaf, so he never heard the youngin’s come onto his property.
Merribelle was his last animal that was tied to his late wife, Lupe.
She had passed from stage 4 ovarian cancer, leaving her precious horse as the only memory for Erastus.
Even though he had photos of Lupe around the house, he had started to forget what she sounded, smelt and looked like.
Erastus came to terms with the fact that she wasn’t going to be coming back two years after the fact.
He was ready to move on, to be happy again and he knew Lupe would be proud for him not to dwell on a ghost of the past.
Twirling his cowboy hat in his long fingers, he turned to walk across the floor again, only to bump into Y/N.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized, his voice deep because of his lack of hearing.
Y/N held onto his arms, laughing softly. He could hear it, but it sounded slightly distant to his damaged eardrums.
“It’s okay, Deaf,”
He had to close his eyes at the sound of her voice.
“Hmmm?” he opened his eyes to find her frowning.
“You okay?” she signed.
He realized that he still held her arms in his hands. Clearing his throat, his gave a gentle squeeze and stepped back.
“I’m alright, Y/N. Thank you,”
She smiled and nodded.
Fidgeting with his hat, he felt like running, “Um, would you mind stopping by to check on Merribelle?”
He could tell the second that Dr. Michaels made an appearance.
“Yes of course. Is she having any problems?”
God, he felt like an ass for the lie he was about to tell, “One of the cuts is looking somewhat angry,”
Y/N checked her watch and looked back up at him, “Let me finish with my last patient and then I’ll stop by,”
Deaf slipped his hat back onto his head and tipped his hat at her, “Thanks Y/N. See you in a bit,”
Y/N waved and headed off to finish her job.
He hoped like hell that all this went according to plan.
It had been a long time since Deaf had to woo a woman. Not that he stopped once he had Lupe, but the newness of it all made him jittery.
He fiddled with the collar of his black button up shirt, then his black vest.
The steady thumping of his heart fluttering rushed to his ears, making him swallow multiple times.
At the sound of a loud neigh, Erastus turned and found Merribelle with her head sticking through the window of his bedroom.
He clicked his tongue, making the horse neigh again as she bounced her head up and down happily.
“C'mon girl. Let’s get you back into the barn,” he coaxed, taking off his jacket so it wouldn’t get dirty.
Merribelle wiggled her lips and pulled her head from the window.
Just as Deaf had Merribelle near the barn, he saw Y/N’s black Ford truck pull into the driveway.
Once again the blood and thumping rushed to his ears as he watched her jump down from the truck, her black medical bag in hand.
Her beauty showed even more out in the setting sunlight.
The wind was still gusty, blowing her hair to one side as she neared him.
Y/N wore a blue and pink plaid button up, jeans and sneakers. Her makeup stayed the same; barely there, with her glasses perched on her nose.
From the roar of the breeze he couldn’t hear her. So when she signed, he returned the gesture and she followed him into the barn.
“Hooo!” Y/N laughed, fixing her hair, “that wind is picking up,”
Deaf smiled, grabbing a carrot and feeding it to Merribelle.
Y/N walked around the horse, her brows pinched as she couldn’t find any angry wounds on the animal.
“I thought you said she wasn’t fairing well?” Y/N questioned.
Jesus, was it hot in here all of a sudden?
Immediately she came over to him and rubbed his arms, “What’s the matter Deaf?”
He rubbed his sweaty brow and blew out a puff of air.
“Would… would you have dinner with me?” he asked, lowly.
All wrinkles disappeared as her face went slack.
Slowly, when the worry was starting to eat away at him, she smiled softly.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Erastus?”
He blushed, “Yes Ma’am,”
Gathering up the gumption, he took a deep breath, “It would be a great honor to have your company, Y/N,”
Shock filled her features at his thoughtfulness.
Just as bashful, she put some hair behind her ear, “I’d like that very much, Deaf,”
Holding out his arm, Y/N grabbed ahold of it as he led her from the barn.
Dinner was enjoyed in a comfortable silence, shy smiles and hand holding making the experience all the more better.
They both washed the dishes and cleaned up and Deaf was ready to further the date.
“Care to watch a movie?”
Y/N raised a brow, “Ohhh, pulling out all the stops, I see,”
He nodded, his dimples deepening, “I’m trying, yes.”
Y/N laughed, “Then yes, I’d love to watch a movie,”
A Mel Brooks classic, Young Frankenstein, was chosen.
Deaf sat on the end of the couch and felt rather bold when he patted the spot next to him.
“I could never say no to you,” she giggled, cuddling into his side.
They both sighed as he started the movie; making sure that he had the subtitles on.
At the point in the movie when Igor appeared, Y/N began to laugh.
Deaf watched her and felt the vibrations of her laughter as she laughed again at one of the jokes.
He couldn’t help himself.
Cupping her cheek, he turned her head towards his, softly placing his lips over hers.
Her smile faded, her laughter turning into a soft whimper as he kissed her.
Deaf took his time tasting her lips, using gentle pulls and soft caresses.
Pulling back slowly and their noses touching, Deaf opened his eyes, running his thumb over the apple of her cheek.
“Deaf?” his name left her on a whisper as she blinked her eyes.
He watched her mouth as she spoke since it came out as a whisper.
The past couple of years had been difficult for the Deaf and his wife, Y/N. Her especially.
Many tears had been shed, many nights of Deaf holding her closely to him, rubbing her back and soothing her sadness when they found out that she wasn’t pregnant.
Y/N felt broken. She felt as though she wasn’t good enough. No matter how many times they laid together, she never could get pregnant.
Deaf had felt that he was failing as a husband in some ways. He knew that Y/N desperately wanted a family with him and he wanted that with her, but something always seemed to come up and he couldn’t focus solely on Y/N.
Right now was one of those moments. He was being called away on a mission with The Rangers and Y/N stood by the dinner table, biting her bottom lip.
“How long will you be gone?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion.
Deaf went to her, sweeping some loose strands of hair behind her ears, “I don’t know, Sweetheart, but I promise to stop by when given the chance,”
The tears that pooled in her eyes broke him.
She rolled her lips and blinked, sending wet trails down her cheeks, “Just… just promise to c-come back to me?”
Cupping her cheeks and wiping away the tears, Deaf leaned down and gently laid his lips over hers, unmoving.
The peck was soft, making Y/N cry even harder.
He could sense that she had been more tearful as of lately, but he figured it was because of her monthly.
“Shhh, you know I’ll come back, Sweetheart,” he soothed, resting his head on top of hers.
She sniffled, gripping his arms.
Deaf pulled back, his brows pinched, “Y/N…”
She shook her head and took a deep breath. Standing on her tiptoes, Y/N pulled Deaf’s head down to give him one last kiss goodbye.
“I love you, Erastus,” she whispered into the kiss.
Damnit, he really didn’t want to leave her.
“I love you, too, Darlin’.”
He kissed his way from her lips to her cheek, where he squished her to his body in a crushing hug.
Backing away and going to the door, he looked back one last time at his beautiful wife and silently hoped that he’d make it back in one piece.
Deaf laid on the ground, staring up at the stars that were becoming visible. He was tired, worn down and wanting to go home to be with his wife.
They’d finished their mission, but it was too late into the night to travel any further.
The thunder of a galloping horse nearing the camp, had the Texas Rangers on high alert.
They gathered their weapons, ready for what was approaching.
The rider was male and young of age. Appearing to be out of breath, he scanned the small group before speaking with his hands.
Deaf watched, his eyes widening when the boy finished.
“What did he say, Deaf?” Beans asked, adjusting his gun.
Deaf had his eyes on the kid, not hearing his fellow friend.
Beans tapped Deaf’s arm, making him jump.
“What did he say?” Beans asked again.
“It’s Y/N… she’s sick,”
What felt like a giant lead ball l fell into his gut making him nauseous.
His fellow friends all urged him to follow the boy back to his home. Doing so, Deaf gathered his stuff and mounted his horse, the rested animal taking off in a gallop.
The faint glow of candles lit up their bedroom. Deaf quickly jumped off the horse, letting the boy take the reigns as he ran into the house.
Deaf could feel the vibrations of his heavy footsteps as he neared the bedroom.
Slowly, he opened the door and peered in. Y/N lay on the bed, a light, crisp sheet covering her.
Quietly walking in, Deaf removed his hat, his nervous hands playing with the brim of it.
The closer he got to Y/N, the more pale she looked with dark circles shadowing her normally bright eyes.
He carefully sat next to her on the bed and bowed his head as he tried to keep his spirits positive.
Deaf looked up when he felt her warm hand on his forearm.
To his damaged ears, her voice sounded faint and weak.
He shushed her, leaning over to run his fingers through her hair.
“Keep your strength, Darlin’.” he said, lightly kissing her lips.
“I’m fine, Erastus, I promise.” she reassured, but from her looks, it had him more than worried.
“Has Doc Kline been by yet?” he asked.
Y/N nodded and held up her arms, “Help me up, please?”
“Yes Ma'am,” Deaf whispered.
Gently, he propped Y/N up and pulled the sheet up to her waist.
“What did the Doc say Y/N?”
She lifted her hand, covering her mouth as she yawned, then tried to blink the tiredness from her vision.
Hanging his kutte on the back of the chair, Happy finished stripping his shirts off. His pants hung low on his hips, his Reaper belt buckle resting just above his prominent bulge.
He was here to get some release, to unwind where no one knew who he was. After sampling all the used, dried up pussy at the club, he was ready for something different.
Happy leaned back in the chair, propping his arm up on the back of it. Tonguing his toothpick to move it from side to side, he waited to the point of impatience.
When the door opened, his eyes widened at the sight of the woman. She looked as if she didn’t belong in this type of business, but once she spoke, he knew that he was going to thoroughly enjoy her.
He was in for the ride of his life.
Traveling to Bakersfield to visit his sick mother, Happy was anxious to see how well off she’d been.
Seeing the unfamiliar SUV in the driveway put him on high alert. The Belridge Assisted Living emblem on the side of the SUV didn’t help matters at all.
Once he was parked, he took two steps at a time and barged into the house.
His chest heaving, it took all he had not to palm his pistol.
“Happy Lowman!” his mother yelled, grasping her chest.
“Sorry Momma,” he rasped, going over to her.
“What’s the matter my boy?”
Happy kissed her head, “Saw the SUV outside; got scared.”
Margie waved her hand, “It’s nothin’ son.”
“Alright Margie, the dishes are done and the floor is mo-”
Happy froze at the sultry voice. It was the woman from two nights ago.
She stood, gaping at him and it took all of his strength to not throw her over his shoulder and take her upstairs to hear that voice as she came.
“I… um. It’s time for me to go, Margie. I’ll come back tomorrow,”
“You don’t have to rush off, Dear. Stay a bit,” Margie insisted.
“Yes, Ma'am,” the woman checked her watch, seeing that it was dinner time.
“I’ll start making your dinner. I didn’t mean to interrupt,”
Happy wanted to follow her, but his mother stopped him.
He listened as she went on and on about Y/N. He learned her true name, how she worked at the Assisted Living Home, but also stopped by to do what she could for some of the people who couldn’t afford the paid help.
She was literally a woman with a heart of gold.
“Excuse me Momma,” he said, rising from the couch.
Going to the kitchen, he watched as Y/N cut up vegetables and put them in a pan.
His control was slipping and he needed to have her in some way before he got a case of blue balls.
Stalking over to her, he grasped her waist and grinded his hips into her firm ass.
She gasped, holding onto the counter for support. As she moaned, she looked over her shoulder at him, biting her bottom lip.
“Don’t tell anyone, please?”
He rolled his hips again, his hand cupping her neck, “Why shouldn’t I?”
When she pushed back against his erection, he squeezed her throat gently, “Because my livelihood depends on it,”
“Give it up,” Wait, what? Did he seriously just blurt that out?
She sighed, hanging her head, “I can’t,”
Well, he’d already leaped off the cliff, might as well go all the way.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, his lips on her neck.
“You don’t even know me,” her voice grew more sultry as they were practically dry humping each other.
“I know enough,”
“You’re better than this,” he growled.
Happy’s hand slid down the front of her jeans and he cupped her heat through the denim.
“I’ve got more than enough… you should know that, Baby Girl,”
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.
When he applied pressure to her jean clad mound, he could feel her quiver.
“You what?” his raspy voice reverberated from deep in his chest.
“I can’t believe- Yes!” she gasped, bending at the waist as she came.
Happy held her torso up, whispering in her ear, “That’s it, Baby Girl. I got you,”
Three years later and Y/N was officially his Old Lady. Tatt and all.
Margie had passed away from Pancreatic Cancer a year and half ago and Happy had become unhinged and uncontrollable.
No matter how nasty things got, Y/N was there to help pick up the pieces.
His mother was right… She truly did have a heart of gold.