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marmie-noir · 2 months

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You Get It

TW: Disposal of a body. Just girlie things apparently.

I sat perched on the down tailgate of Mitch’s truck, wrapped up in my hoodie as I watched him dig a hole to put the body of the biker in. My legs swung, unable to sit still, my hands folded on my lap and his hat on my head. He had put it there after lifting me up on the tailgate, telling me to stay put. “What do you think?” He asked, puffing on the cigarette as he stood in the hole that went to the middle of his chest. “That good enough?”

I eyed the biker’s body next to him, taking in the features of the man I had killed, unsure how I felt about it. I wasn’t sorry, that wasn’t the right emotion I was feeling. Not regret either. This man had come to my happy place, shot a gun at people I cared about. I’d do it a hundred times over if I needed to.

Dwight must have said it was good enough because Mitch hopped out of the hole. He flicked his cigarette and I scoffed, hopping off the tailgate to pick up the cigarette butt and flick it into the back of his truck. “DNA at the scene?” I said, tossing him a look before returning to my spot, getting my own warning look for moving. I crossed my arms, pouting slightly as the two men got the biker jacket off the body, working together to do so. The biker was a big guy. “So was this a one off?” Mitch asked, voice a little strained from moving around that much weight. “Or one of many?”

I frowned as Dwight responded. “Too soon to tell.” The New Yorker said, leaning on his own shovel as Mitch straightened, the vest now in hand. They exchanged a glance and together used their feet to push the guy into the hole. The body landed with a puff of dirt in the air and together the two men went to work once more, filling in the grave with its new tenant in place. I was not allowed to help and both men gave me a look if I so much as shifted to do so.

The two men shook hands and Dwight went to head towards where his driver had pulled up, leaving myself and Mitch alone once more. Pops had driven himself home after the shooting, wanting to get home to finish watching the game of course. I watched Mitch step on the small mound of dirt, having assured me that over the next few days it would flatten out. I didn’t question how he knew that, didn’t really question Mitch in general at the moment. Instead I sat on the tailgate, watching him, hands wrapped around the edge of the cool metal growing warm under my thighs. Even after the whole ass grabbing fiasco a few weeks ago I still wore shorts most of the time. It got hot in the bar, and I got better tips when I showed some leg.

“So, darlin’,” Mitch said, voice low, all traces of the heightened emotions from earlier gone from his familiar features. He plucked off the work gloves he had on and tossed them into the bed of the truck before setting his hands on either side of my thighs, leaning into me slightly. I swallowed, tipping my chin up to look at him, partially obscured by his own hat he’d put on me. “Where did you learn to shoot like that?” I parted my thighs, allowing him to move closer, wanting to feel the warmth of him. He didn’t hesitate or question it, instead moving so his own hips brushed against the tailgate with my thighs on either side of him. “Are you mad at me, Mitch?” I asked, not answering his question. I didn’t like the idea of Mitch being upset with me, it didn’t sit right.

That seemed to have him pause and Mitch let out a long sigh through his nose before shaking his head. “No, m’not mad at you.” He spoke softly, warm hands finding their way to my outer thigh, rubbing up and down my exposed skin slowly. His hands were nice, big and warm, calluses from playing and slinging beers pleasantly rough against my skin. “Answer my question Sunshine.” I bit my lower lip, looking up at him for a few beats before my shoulders fell slightly. “My dad.” I admitted, glancing away from him, eyes settling on his shoulder. “He was a bad man. Did bad things. One of which included showing his nine year old daughter how to shoot in case the cops came around asking questions.” His hands never stopped their trail up and down my legs, soothing me, not reacting outright to what I was saying to him. I was thankful.

“You did good tonight.” Mitch murmured, thumbs brushing against my skin now as his hands stopped right above my knees, fingers curling around my legs as if to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere.As if I could. As if I wanted to. The cool metal of his multiple rings made his fingers feel much warmer against my skin. “You reacted. Did the right thing. Didn’t want you caught up in it, but you seem pretty insistent on getting involved.” “It’s you.” I whispered, meeting his eyes once more. “They shot at you and Pops, Mitch, what did you expect me to do? Curl up and cry? Scream for help?” My own hands shyly found the front of his shirt, nail tracing over one of the buttons near the middle of his chest. “I couldn’t do that. I had to do something.” “I get it.” He nodded as he spoke, and without his hat on to hold his hair in place it fell across his forehead. Softened him in a way I wasn’t used to but could appreciate.

“I’m not sure you do.” I said, looking into those blue eyes that seemed to always be on my mind. I wet my lower lip, trying to find the words. “You are… important, Mitch. You are home. The idea of you, or Pops, or the bar being taken away? It doesn’t sit well with me.” “Darlin’, I get it.” He repeated, hands squeezing my legs as he said it, voice a bit firmer. I saw it in him, saw he did understand. My heart skipped a beat at his words, surprised for a few moments before I nodded.

I reached up, slowly at first, giving him time to pull away or to tell me no. When he didn’t do either my fingers slid along his jaw, feeling the scratch of his stubble against my palms as I cradled his face. His hands slid up my thighs as I leaned in, breath teasing against his lips.

I had thought about kissing Mitch Keller since I first saw the man. He had that spark in his eyes, that curve to his lips, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on but I knew all the same that after I kissed him nothing would be the same. As he closed the last few inches of space to seal his lips to mine I felt it, the shift, my arms wrapping around his neck with a little sigh lost into the kiss. His hands went up to my upper thighs, grabbing and pulling, making sure I was right at the edge of the tailgate to press up against me as much as possible. Brilliant man. I leaned against him as I kissed him, the slide of his lips against mine making my heart race and my hands slide up into his hair, anchoring him closer to me. There was an odd shift, his hat falling off my head and down my back to sit in the bed of the truck, but neither of us seemed to care. My breasts flattened against his chest, legs wrapping around his middle, getting as close as possible.

We parted simply because we needed oxygen, parting just enough to breathe in the other’s air. I blinked my eyes open, meeting his, a little shy with what just happened. But then he smiled, a familiar flash of teeth, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah,” I whispered, nose brushing his, unwilling to let go yet. “You get it.”

I gasped as the tailgate fell from under me. No, didn’t fall, I was lifted. I secured myself against him a bit tighter, looking down at him with a grin as his hands rested right below my ass, holding me up easily as he stepped back from the tailgate towards the passenger door. “Let’s get you home, Darlin’. We’ve got work to do tomorrow.” “Yes, boss.”

We went home that night to find Pops passed out on the couch, snoring loudly as the tv continued to play highlights of some basketball game that I was pretty sure happened years ago based upon the picture quality. Quirking my brow at the old man Mitch just shook his head, squeezing my hand wrapped in his and heading upstairs.

To my surprise he led me to my room, giving my lower back a little nudge after pressing a kiss to my forehead. I tilted my head, tugging on his hand only to get another grin, Mitch leaning on the door frame with a shake of his head. “You’ve been through a lot today, Sunny. Get some rest. We’ll finish clean up tomorrow.” I melted slightly, expression softening as I looked up at him with a smile. “Have sweet dreams, darlin’.” He gave a gentle push on my lower back and I paused, grabbing at the front of his shirt gently. “Mitch, I want you to know… I trust you. So if you think partnering with Dwight is the right move, I’ve got your back. I might not be his biggest fan,” I trailed off, not wanting to sour the night by dogging on the man who had been more than willing to pull his own gun to protect the people I cared about.

“Just, I wanted you to know that.” Mitch gave me that smile, the slow sweet one that means he found whatever I was doing or saying was adorable. “I won’t promise to be nicer to him though.” I added, rolling my eyes with a grin.

Mitch’s laugh was nice, deep and honest, and I had to look back up to see the smile on his face as he looked down on me. “Thank you. Really. Now get some sleep. We’ve got a bar to clear up tomorrow.” He said, hand sliding from my lower back to pat at my ass, sending me into my room to pass out hard.