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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Rooster!

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1136

TW: Fluff, Lead Up to Smut, Surprise, Kissing, Sensual Touching

Note: Thank you to @green-socks for reminding me that according to Rooster's military file in the movie, his birthday is June 27. So I got inspired to write this.

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June 27. Rooster sighed as he drove his Bronco back towards his apartment. He had been dreading this day for weeks. Luckily, no one on base had mentioned anything. Either they didn’t know, or they didn’t care enough to bring it up, but Rooster preferred it that way. It was better to just let his birthday go by unnoticed.

He remembered loving his birthdays when he was a kid. Mav would come over and take him up in one of his planes or take him for a short ride on his motorcycle, then they would go back to Rooster’s house for cake, ice cream, and presents with his mom. And Rooster even had a dim memory of his dad placing his first pair of aviators on his face on his third birthday.

But everything was different now. Both of his parents were dead, and Maverick had destroyed their relationship years ago. Rooster knew there would be a birthday card from him waiting in his mailbox at home, but it would go into the trash unopened just like every other year. And you…..

Rooster knew if you had been here, you would have found a way to make this day somewhat bearable, but you were on the other side of the country waiting for him to finish his current 6-month assignment before being able to come home. God, he missed you. Especially today.

He pulled into his apartment building, trying to remember if he had any leftover pizza from a few nights ago. If not, he would have to scrape something else together. Though, given how little time he had to go to the store after work each day, he would be lucky to find a single beer in his fridge. Yet another reason to love this day, he thought bitterly.

Ignoring his mailbox and the dreaded card within, he took the elevator up to his floor. As the doors glided open, he sighed heavily and headed towards his door. Maybe he would just skip food altogether and go straight to bed. There was no use making this day drag on longer than it had to.

He slid his key into the lock and opened the door. But as he flicked on the light, he jumped as someone screamed, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

Blinking in surprise, Rooster’s mouth dropped as he took in the sight before him. A large homemade banner reading “Happy B-Day!!!” was hung crookedly on his far wall, surrounded by balloons and streamers. And there standing just below it was you, jumping up and down and clapping your hands in excitement.

“Baby?” He asked in amazement, taking a few stumbling steps forward. “W-what are you doing here? H-How did you even get in here?”

“You keep the spare key in the same place you do at home. I keep telling you it isn’t a smart place to leave it. Anyone can break-in,” you said winking as you closed the distance between you and wrapped him into a tight hug.

Rooster stood frozen in shock for a moment, still unable to believe you were really here. But then, he slowly wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. You were here, you were really here.

He hadn’t even realized he was crying until a tear dropped off his face onto your arm and you pulled away. Seeing his expression, you cupped his face in your hand as your face twisted in concern. “Bradley? Hey, what’s wrong? Should I not have come? Oh no, I knew this might be a bad idea showing up unannounced like this, but I just wanted to surprise you an-”

Rooster cut you off as his lips pressed firmly into yours. Without hesitation, you kissed him back, your hand sliding up his face to tangle in his curls. With one hand wrapped around your waist, he lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips. Carrying you over to the couch, he settled with you straddling his lap. You rolled your hips once, and he moaned deeply as he broke off the kiss. He had forgotten just how good you could make him feel with just the slightest of touches.

“God, I missed you,” he muttered softly against your lips.

“I missed you too. But you’re sure it’s okay that I came?” you asked breathlessly.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect. You always make everything perfect.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sending shivers through you as his mustache tickled your skin. “How long are you here for?”

“Three days. I talked my sister into watching the dogs and I took off from work.”

Rooster’s heart simultaneously soared and sank as he raised his head to look at you. “Baby, I love you for that, but I still have to be on base those days.”

However, you just smiled back. “Oh, I know. But we can still have your nights together. And this way, I can actually have a nice home-cooked meal waiting for you instead of you stopping for fast food every night.” He looked at you curiously. “I saw your trash. Honestly, Bradley, how much McDonald’s and pizza can one person eat?”

He gave you a sheepish little half-grin. “Come on, baby. You know my cooking isn’t anywhere near as good as yours. And besides, I just don’t have the time or energy by the time I get home to make something.”

“I remember. Which is why I’ll leave you some meals in the freezer when I leave. That way anytime you’re missing me, you can eat one and think about how much I love you.”

Rooster ran his hand across your cheek. “I don’t think my freezer will fit enough meals for that. I’d need one for every day until I come home.”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.” You leaned over and captured his lips once more.

Rooster lowered his hands back to your hips before slowly sliding them lower. As he kneaded your ass firmly with his palms, it was your turn to moan in delight. The sound sent a jolt of pleasure straight through his body and he bucked up into you. He longed to rip off your clothes right then and there, but you deserved better than his grimy old couch. It was time to move this to the bedroom.

He lifted you up once again, but you resisted. “Wait, I picked up cake and ice cream for your birthday.”

Rooster grinned into your hair as he once again wondered how he got so lucky to call you his. Running his lips over the edge of your ear, he muttered, “It can wait. This can’t.” He kissed you again as he carried you to his bedroom. This was going to be one of his best birthdays ever.

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self-indulgent-fuckery · 2 years

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Imagine your f/o sitting on your lap, your back pressed against the wall/backrest/etc as they clasp onto your face and make out with you.

#and if your f/o is too heavy to sit on your lap then...rest in peace to your legs I guess #f/o #selfship #selfshipping #f/o community #self ship #selfship community #selfshipping community #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #f/o x you #kiss tw #tw kiss #cw kiss #kiss cw #tw kissing #kissing tw #cw kissing #kissing cw

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bee-saucee · 4 months

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Hellooo, this is the first time I've done one of these, but I've enjoyed your writing a bunch so I thought I'd give it a try. What kind of couple rituals does Shinkami take part in? For example, ones that they know know that they do, like a kiss before work. And ones that they don't realize, such as who sleeps on what side of the bed? Oh-and Happy New Year in advance 🥳💜

ShinKami Couple Rituals | Headcanons/Oneshot

summary: ShinKami ritual headcanons and a glimpse into their morning routine on a day off

word count: 917

warnings: Kissing and cursing

a/n: This is my first request on Tumblr and I am so so grateful! Your interaction has been so meaningful to me recently! I appreciate you tons. Happy New Year to you as well! It was fun thinking and writing about things I haven’t before so if anyone else has requests I would be so honored! I’ve got some headcanons and a short fic for you. There isn’t much plot but sometimes you just need some good fluff. I hope you enjoy and that I've done this right.

Headcanons

Rituals they're aware of

I think ShinKami are definitely a kiss before they leave for work type of couple! I’m big on ShinKami having schedules that don’t match up at all person but Shinsou was adamant about Denki waking him up to kiss him goodbye when they first started living together. They usually eat dinner together before Shinsou leaves for work so they always share a kiss before he goes. Just a kiss might be an understatement, fervent makeout is probably what it usually turns into before Shinsou is rushing out the door so he isn’t late for work

This is more of a tradition than a ritual but I think ShinKami is really big on holiday traditions, even for the small ones like Talk Like A Pirate Day

Because they usually aren’t together at the start and end of their days together, ShinKami is big on morning and nighttime texts

Rituals they aren't aware of

They just kind of fell into Shinsou on the left side of the bed and Kaminari on the right. Denki tends to roll over on top of Shinsou while he sleeps, though so it doesn’t mean too much

When they’re out in public, Denki tends to wrap his arm around Shinsou’s waist if they’re standing still. He knows that Shinsou can get nervous and subconsciously tries to pull him in closer and protect him

They always let one another try their drink. They love going to cafes together and trying out drinks at restaurants and to them it’s just straight up rude not to share with one another

They pick up each other’s speaking habits rapidly and use them all the time

Oneshot

Kaminari blinks his eyes open and is met with the sight of his boyfriend’s deep eye bags illuminated by his phone. His hair bends at awkward angles in a tangled mess that he knows only comes from a fitful night of sleep.

“Mm, how long have you been awake, honey bear?” Denki asks, scootching in closer to his boyfriend.

“Couple hours.”

Hitoshi places a soft kiss on Denki’s forehead and he closes his eyes. He can feel the warmth of Hitoshi just a little bit better now. The rise and fall of his chest feels more prominent. The soft rustle of breath falling from his nose and drawing back in is loud in the quiet of a rare day off together.

“We should shower,” Denki mumbles.

“Uhuh.”

A beat passes as neither of them moves. Fuck he loves his boyfriend. Hitoshi pulls Denki up so he’s resting right on top of him chest to chest. Did he mention how much he loves his boyfriend?

“You have sleep in your eyes,” Hitoshi says.

“I slept good, dude. Makes sense. Sorry–I know you didn’t sleep well.”

“I never sleep well. It’s okay.”

Denki keeps his eyes closed and Hitoshi softly brushes the sleep from the corners of his eyes. He’d probably get an eye infection or break out from it someday but Hitoshi craved these moments of affection they probably shouldn’t have after a long week of work and Denki was more than happy to oblige. He finally cracks his eyes open and is met with that adorable smile that’s new enough for Hitoshi to not have smile lines. Cementing those lines on Hitoshi’s face was currently the closest thing Denki has to a life mission.

“Hey, you little cutie patootie. You come here often?” Denki says with an exaggerated wink.

“Plenty.”

“I’m going to the mall today with Mina and Kiri. You wanna come? No pressure.”

Hitoshi pulls him in for a quick peck. He really wanted to slob his boyfriend down bad and nasty but now with morning breath was probably not the best time.

“Nah. I wanted to get some reading done today.”

The rejection still stings a bit but with time, he’s getting used to taking that hit for Hitoshi. The strong confirmation that Hitoshi missed him and loves him the moment he gets back from time out more than makes up for it.

“No problem my little love muffin,” Denki says, punctuating it with another peck. “Alright!” He slaps Hitoshi’s bare chest. “It’s shower time for real!”

They begin their usual dance around Hitoshi’s small apartment. Switch between brushing teeth and a morning piss. Convene with a long chat about their day or whatever book Hitoshi has been reading as they shower together. Denki lingers to finish his 12 step skincare routine while Hitoshi shuffles to the kitchen to make his first cup of coffee and start the day off special: mini sausage cut into octopi, fried egg, toast, salad, and apple juice.

Denki bites off one of the tentacles. “Yo, Toshi Woshi.” He taps his feet against Hitoshi’s shins under the table

“Mhm?”

“I like mornings with you.”

Hitoshi turns to fully face him and that smile gets just a little bit closer to developing lines. “Me too, baby.”

“I GOT A HITOSTINO PET NAME,” Denki shouts, almost dropping his mini sausage.

“Don’t do the octopus like that.”

“It’s a necessary sacrifice to show my ass clenching enthusiasm to my lover.”

Hitoshi scrunches up his face. “That makes me sound like some torrid affair.”

“You’re right. My first love is this fried egg. Then L from Death Note. Then you.”

“That’s fair. I’ll take it. At least the affair is torrid.”

“I would never have some vanilla affair with you my sweet pea pod.”

“Damn straight.”

Denki gasps. “We’re gay, Toshi!”

“My bad, my bad. Damn gay.”

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lucyw260 · 10 months

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Yore Of Shooting Stars - Nobunaga

Every year on my birthday I post a little something to commemorate Nobunaga's death anniversary which so happens to be the same day, I wanted to write a little something to keep up the tradition. I hope you like it.

Words = 364

Warnings = established relationship, kissing

Excerpt = "I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes"

Summer was beginning and the nights were getting shorter and hotter. Y/n and Nobunaga were out on the balcony of Nobunaga's tenshu, watching the stars in the humid breeze. Nobunaga's arms were wrapped around Y/n as she was seated in his lap.

Suddenly a bright light shot across the deep cerulean sky and Y/n quickly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

Nobunaga angled his eyes down towards her as he watched her effulgent and elysian visage in all her glory. He waited until she her interesting action was finished but it ended up being protracted and he became impatient.

He stroked one long finger down the side of her face to draw her eyes to his. "What were you doing just now?" he inquired in confusion as her eyes flittered open to meet his.

"A shooting star just went by so I was making a wish" Y/n spoke as if it was obvious

Nobunaga hummed but before he could answer, another bright light arched across the sky.

"Quick Nobunaga, clasp your hands together and make a wish!" Y/n enthusiastically pointed out in a slight panic.

He did as she said and put his hands together in silence, he wished for the first thing that came to mind. When he opened his eyes, Y/n's curious eyes looked eager to hear his wish.

"That was a pointless activity, the stars cannot answer a person's wishes" Nobunaga boldly declared. Y/n's expression fell a little upon hearing his opinion.

"However, sharing a superstition you believe in was interesting but I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes" he declared as Y/n tilted her head in puzzlement.

"How come?" she asked inquisitively.

Out of nowhere, Nobunaga pulled her by the waist towards him and planted a deep kiss upon her lips of pulchritude before pulling away.

He looked straight into her eyes as he replied...

"Because it is my duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your wishes. I won't let the night sky steal that from me"

Y/n chuckled quietly as she stared in mild shock, adoration and love for Nobunaga overflowing in her heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Rooster!

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1136

TW: Fluff, Lead Up to Smut, Surprise, Kissing, Sensual Touching

Note: Thank you to @green-socks for reminding me that according to Rooster's military file in the movie, his birthday is June 27. So I got inspired to write this.

Top Gun Masterlist

He slid his key into the lock and opened the door. But as he flicked on the light, he jumped as someone screamed, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

“Baby?” He asked in amazement, taking a few stumbling steps forward. “W-what are you doing here? H-How did you even get in here?”

“God, I missed you,” he muttered softly against your lips.

“I missed you too. But you’re sure it’s okay that I came?” you asked breathlessly.

“Three days. I talked my sister into watching the dogs and I took off from work.”

Rooster’s heart simultaneously soared and sank as he raised his head to look at you. “Baby, I love you for that, but I still have to be on base those days.”

“I remember. Which is why I’ll leave you some meals in the freezer when I leave. That way anytime you’re missing me, you can eat one and think about how much I love you.”

Rooster ran his hand across your cheek. “I don’t think my freezer will fit enough meals for that. I’d need one for every day until I come home.”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.” You leaned over and captured his lips once more.

He lifted you up once again, but you resisted. “Wait, I picked up cake and ice cream for your birthday.”

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ziptie-bouquet · 10 months

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Kissing is so strange to me because I don't feel them romantically, but I DO feel them sexually. So, like my enjoyment of the kiss is gonna completely change depending on the mood, and I think that's pretty awesome

I don't really mind kissing outside of the sexual contexts. It's kinda a fun way to show affection, but what I actually feel when I kiss is just the physical action of kissing, if that makes sense

#aroallo #alloaro #kissing tw #aro #aromantic #lgbtqia+#arospec

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fcdcdmcmories · 25 days

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🧨 - to pin your muse against the wall . (cecilia & parker)

IT WAS DURING TIMES LIKE THIS THAT HE WAS ALMOST REMINDED OF HOW THINGS HAD BEEN BEFORE.. ALL OF THIS. BEFORE KRAMER WAS A PROBLEM FOR EITHER OF THEM, BEFORE.. they even knew of the man's existence and .. when it was just the two of them. no edgar, no farm, no anything that could take them away from each other. when his back hit the wall, parker knew that the surprise showed as clear as day all over his face and yet, he found himself grinning. "oh, this is how it's going to be, hm?" moving his face a little closer to hers, even if he was very much pinned against the wall. "so.. now that you have me trapped and right here at your mercy.. what are you going to do with me, mrs. sears?"

@xtinyslip

#( she'll be the death of you . you just haven't seen it yet . || parker sears ).#tw: death mention #kissing tw

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firefighterxefe · 2 months

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Closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight Location: Kiss & Tell Kissing Booth Mixer

There had been an argument in his family home that day. Efe had mentioned off-handedly to one of his sisters that he was thinking of returning to Chicago for a visit. And she had, of course, told their mother, who, of course, had never hidden how vehemently she disdained that notion the first time he did it. Besides, now that he no longer had a roommate, she had suggested, he could move back home and sleep in the twin bed in which he had grown up sleeping.

That made his father angry because said twin bed was for guests (which doctors on rotating shifts never had), not grown adult sons. In any case, before long, everyone was talking over one another, and Efe had mostly come to Starlight Bar for a drink to cool his head. "Oh, uh, am I in your way? I think the line is over there. I'm just sitting here. I'm actually the least eligible bachelor. Hey, you don't know what's in this, do you?" He waved around his cocktail. "It tastes like candy. The bartender just kind of thrust it at me and winked. I don't know what that means. Is it just sugar water, or am I gonna wake up hungover?"

#c: cantfightmoonlight #kissing tw #alcohol tw

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fishfingersandscarves · 1 year

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commission of some new years smooching!

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#my art #fishfingersandscarves #the sandman #the sandman netflix #dreamling #dream/hob #dream of the endless #dream (the sandman)#hob gadling #robert gadling #commission #illustration #kissing tw

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svejarph · 2 months

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hari nef gif pack

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW and you will find #81 245x150px gifs of Hari Nef as Cal, Barbie, Anna, and Talia Hirsch in Bad Things, Barbie, Extrapolations 1x07, and The Idol S1 (all 2023)! These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don't repost/claim as your own, don't use them to play Hari, don't use in any smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. If you like what I'm doing, feel free to commission me or donate to my ko-fi. Hari was around 30-31 during filming and is Ashkenazi Jewish. She is also a trans woman. Cast her accordingly.

tw: eye contact, flashing lights, kissing, pda, shaky camera, violence

#hari nef #hari nef gif pack #fc: hari nef #fc: 30s #fc: trans woman #fc: ashkenazi jewish #gif pack #**Sveja #eye contact tw #flashing lights tw #kissing tw #pda tw #shaky camera tw #violence tw

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selfshippingquotes · 1 year

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F/O, holding a box of pocky: Hey, S/I, do you wanna play–

S/I: *kisses F/O*

F/O: ...Or you could just do that, I suppose.

#f/o #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #selfship quotes #fictional other #f/o x s/i #kiss tw #tw kiss #cw kiss #kiss cw #tw kissing #kissing tw #cw kissing #kissing cw

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn’t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it.

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind.

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him.

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

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