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2018-01-20 · 4 months

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hiii i heard you wanted some requests 👀 and I'm super glad you're back !! I missed you a lot lot <3

My head has been so full of post-dinner date Gojo ideas. The domesticity of getting unready with him and cuddling in bed right afterward. It's just so simple but so cute. oh oh and doing nighttime skincare with him :( having him sit down and rubbing in the different creams into his skin and the way he would lead into your hands. ahhh he has me so weak (_ _)

Feel free to use any of these ideas to write or take inspo from if you want! Gojo is such a cutie :3

Anyways, have a lovely day, and remember to take care of yourself!!

pairing. gojo satoru × gn!reader

content. bunch of fluff + comfort, reader has smaller hands than gojo (in case that bothers anyone!!) & sits on his lap, sappy reader + gojo!! read slowly for maximum enjoyment <3

sticky-note. nonnie u are so goated for this idea, i think this might be my fav gojo fic so far 😭 I MISSED U MORE!! hope u have a wonderful day and thank u for sending this in 🫶

satoru thinks your hands are pretty.

they’re smaller than his—of course they are. he can’t think of a single person who has bigger hands than him. he enjoys it, though. your touch is stimulating in a way; fingertips completely gentle as you rub the latest lotion that you bought onto his face.

“can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” he leans back and grins, but you can’t even be annoyed by his teasing. there's a shine in his eyes that you haven’t seen a very long time—and you are more than happy to see it now.

“mhm,” you hum, softly kneading his cheeks like you would with a baby. his blindfold is off and his demeanor seems so relaxed, his face basking into your soothing touch. it’s hard to hold back your own smile. “you just have that type of charming effect, y’know?”

“you’re being awfully nice today,” he remarks suspiciously, peeking an eye open to look closely at you. you pinch his cheek in return. “what’s the occasion baby?”

you roll your eyes, pulling back your hand for a moment to scoop up a bit more lotion. you swipe it lightly onto his forehead. “what? i can’t give you attention? can’t i spoil my boyfriend for once?”

the tips of his ears redden at your words, making you giggle at the rare but pleasant sight. “....i mean, you can, but—”

“shh,” you shush him. he closes his mouth instantly. “no more talking! this is the most important part because i have to smooth out all the wrinkles in your forehead.”

he lets out a big gasp, being playfully offended—narrowing his eyes with an indignant look. the smile you didn't even know you were sporting grows wider at how cute he is. you wouldn't say it that out loud though, of course.

it is so beautifully quiet and peaceful. you can’t think of the last time you spent time with satoru like this: seated on the living room floor of his apartment as you slap your whole skincare routine onto his face. his back is against the couch with his legs sprawled out, but not too sprawled out so you are more than comfortable on his lap. it’s nighttime so the curtains are draped over the window, but you love the warm, dim lighting of his living room. gojo satoru is gorgeous, but is especially pretty in this lighting; with his head comfortably tilted back and eyes closed, but not forcefully or harshly shut as if he’s in pain.

for the longest time, you've been used to seeing satoru in pain. not in a physical way—but in an emotional and mental way that tugs at your heart strings just seeing him in that state. you know the burden that comes with being the strongest: there will always be a significant power divide between you and the people you love, which will never not be difficult for the other party to ignore. it also doesn’t help that he is so happy-go-lucky all the time, despite the jujutsu sorcerer duties that keeps piling rocks onto his shoulders.

but now in this moment, he is all yours. he isn’t the strongest, nor is he Gojo Satoru. he is just yours—just the lover boy who melts into your open arms whenever given the chance. just a boy who had to give up being a boy so he could be a man for others to look up to him. just someone you would want to depend on you, the same way you lovingly depend on him.

“i love you,” you suddenly whisper, in the midst of just simply applying lotion onto his skin. your slow, comforting movements make him want to fall asleep, but your words make him wide awake.

“out of the blue?” his head shoots up, eyes wide and visible despite being behind his messy bangs. he sits up and stares at you, the same glimmer back in his eyes. “i mean, i’m not complaining—”

you interrupt with a huff, “i say it everyday, jerk.” you place your hands on his chest to wipe away any of the lotion moisture left on your palms. he doesn’t bat a single eye. “what do you mean ‘out of the blue’?”

“i know, but...”

your jaw drops a bit. you actually cannot believe your eyes as satoru tilts his head a bit to the side, shyly averting his eyes as you see a tint of scarlet on his cheeks. “it just feels so intimate right now, so...”

good lord. you want to baby him so bad. you want to shrink him and keep him in your pocket and always protect him wherever you go.

“you’re too cute for my well-being,” you breathe, going back on your earlier words. “you know i always mean it when i say i love you, ‘toru.”

“stop,” he whines. he raises an arm to cover his face, eyes still unable to look at yours. “don’t compliment me. i don’t think i’ll be able to handle it right now.”

you can’t help but laugh, squeaking in surprise when satoru pokes at your sides with a little pout. you want to tease him, you think. you might as well with a smile permanently on your face now.

these are the type of moments you crave: moments when satoru tears down his walls and lets himself act like he’s a little boy all over again in front of you. it’s not like he necessarily had walls up with you in the first place, but being a jujutsu sorcerer has always meant protecting and guarding yourself at all times no matter the cost.

but now, you have him. and he has you in his arms, the one that sneak around your waist and warmly wrap around you to keep you close to his chest. it's cuddly but protective, both of your laughs drowning out any other background sounds.

and you are more than willing to protect him yourself.

#no post tmrw bc its my bday 🥳😞 (thoughts on a gojo fic where u celebrate ur bday w him. I NEED HIM SO BA)#he gets u a three tier cake as if its a wedding #and uses icing to draw himself all over it i hate him #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo drabble #A GR HHHHHH #I CAT #XANT #I CANT ANYMORE #S2 BROEJFJJA #the manga prepared me but s2 gojo has me in a chokehold #i neednsomeone to slap me out of this gojo kissery

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hearts-hunger · 11 months

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Summary: Danny shows up at your door like he always does, and you almost believe him when he says he'll stay this time.

Pairings: Sheriff!Danny x Reader, background Jake x Reader | Genres: angst, smut (minors begone!), hurt/comfort | Word Count: 5.3k | Warnings: unhealthy relationships, kind of romanticized cheating, non-graphic smut

A/N: The promised sheriff Danny fic! This is not my usual happy healthy fluff - there's a lot of angst and heartbreak and unhealthy relationships. The title is taken from the song “Bend It Until It Breaks” by John Anderson, and it's fitting for the messed up honky-tonk romance in this fic. I know it's different than what I usually do, but I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you like it! ♡

He looked the same as you remembered him. From his fitted uniform and sturdy brown cowboy boots to the gun on his hip, from the aviators hiding his eyes to the shiny badge that caught the light of the hot Texas sun, he was the picture of strength, steadiness, dependability. Just as you had the very first time he’d come to your door, you felt like you could trust him.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” you said. You watched the way his dark curls shone in the sun; you didn’t know how he’d gotten away with such long, pretty hair when sheriffs were supposed to keep their hair short, but you were glad he had. It would be such a shame to cut that wild mane just the color of a raven’s wing.

He tucked his sunglasses up into his curls, showing the crinkle that years of easy, generous laughter had etched around his brown eyes.

“Just got in yesterday,” he said. “I wanted to see you.”

He stood with his Stetson in hand, kneading the brim of it until you thought it might start to show wear. Danny never was nervous in any part of him besides his hands, and he’d never shown it to anyone except you.

“You sure are pretty,” he said. “Even prettier than you were the last time I saw you.”

You made yourself ignore the butterflies brought up by his warm voice. You sighed and leaned against the doorframe, trying to convince both of you that you didn’t want to run straight into his arms.

“What do you want, Danny?”

“I told you. I wanted to see you.” He took a step closer, careful of the wildflowers that had grown over the walkway to your front door. “I got called in to help with a case right over the county line, and I figured — ”

“You figured you’d come by and get your rocks off, yeah, I know.” You didn't bother to hide the bitterness in your voice.

Something like guilt tugged at his handsome features.

“It’s not like that,” he said. “It’s never like that, darlin’. Not with you and me.”

You gave a mirthless laugh. “Right. You came back because you love me, and you mean it this time.”

“I do love you,” he said.

Your heart did a somersault in your chest. “You’re a liar, Danny Wagner.”

You turned on your heel and went back inside, but you didn’t close the door behind you even though you should have slammed it in his face. Part of you, a stronger part than you wanted to admit, wanted him to follow you inside and prove you wrong.

In the kitchen, you started to fold a stack of newly washed dish towels, brushing your hair back from your face. Sunlight slanted through the window and made the suncatcher cast a broken rainbow across the kitchen; you heard his familiar tread, the sound of his boots on your hardwood floor, and tried to get your heart to stop beating fair to burst.

“I’m not doing this with you again,” you said, not allowing yourself to look back at him. You knew what you’d see, and you knew you’d be weak enough to want it: your kitchen would look smaller, cosier with him in it taking up so much room with his broad shoulders. “It ends up bad, every time.”

Your hair fell in your face again, and he came close to tuck it back behind your ear.

“Not this time, sugar,” he said gently. “I promise.”

You looked up at him, searching his face for the honesty he wore so openly and yet always ended up being a ruse to both of you. That was the thing with Danny: he meant it when he said he wanted to change. He just wasn’t made for settling down, and both of you knew it.

“I can’t, Danny,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You wished he’d kiss you and keep you from telling him no. “It hurts too bad to let you go.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you put your fingers to his lips. He kissed them and looked at you from under his dark lashes.

“And we both know that you’re not the stayin’ kind,” you said, drawing your hand back. “You never have been.”

His expression shadowed.

“I saw that fella who left just as I pulled up,” he said, and there was a jealous edge to his voice that sent a thrill through you. “Looked like a real dandy. I bet you think he’s the stayin’ kind.”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“I know he is.” You thought of how good Jake was, how kind and honest and predictable he was, and wanted to defend him from Danny’s disdain. “He’s a good man. He wants to marry me.”

Danny smirked. “Does he know you’re not the marryin’ kind?”

You slapped him across the face. He took it like a man and merely raised a brow when he turned his face back to you, his cheek flushed with the mark of your hand.

“Still a pistol, aren’t you?” he said, the faint color of praise in his voice enough to make you dizzy.

“You’d like it if I never married, wouldn’t you?” you asked waspishly. “You won’t marry me, but you want me to wait for you, ignore all the other lovers you take while I keep myself only for you, pine away for you my entire life while you’re free to run around on me from one side of the state to the other. That would suit you just fine, wouldn’t it?”

You turned back to the dish towels, wringing them in your hands.

“I’m a fool to have wasted so much time with you, Daniel. I’m not going to be made a fool of again. Not this time.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. The strap of your dress fell off your shoulder, and he gently pushed it back up.

“I like this dress, darlin’.” You felt his gaze on you. “Does he know this is the dress you wore the last time you made love to me?”

You turned your face from him. “He knows it’s the one I wore the last time you made me cry.”

Danny sighed and let his hand drop to his side.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and you weren’t sure what he was apologizing for. You wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know either, but it still made you want to turn to him and tell him you’d forgive him for whatever it was.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” he said. “I know I hurt you the last time around, but I...” He shook his head. “I had to see you again. I missed you.”

You bit your tongue to keep from telling him that you’d missed him too, that you’d cried for days when he left the last time, just as you did every time he left you behind. You kept from telling him that you’d somehow rather have a lifetime of crying over him than a lifetime of pretending to love anyone else.

“I’ll be in town a few more days,” he said. He gave your cheek a quick, gentle kiss. “I reckon you’ll know where to find me if you change your mind.”

You didn’t turn to him. You heard him leave, taking your heart with him; the same moment the door closed behind him, you whirled around to tell him to stay.

“Danny — ”

He was gone. The silence was deafening, and you gave a shaky sigh like the beginning of a sob.

“Oh, Danny.” You buried your face in your hands and cried.

—

Later, you found yourself putting on a different dress, red with little white flowers all across it. You sat at the vanity in your bedroom and put on the lipstick that made your mouth look dark like blackberry wine.

“Going out?”

You met Jake’s eyes in the mirror, your gaze soft as you saw the way he looked at you. He always blushed when you got dolled up, pink and sweet and nervous.

“Just going to meet up with a friend,” you said. “Maybe have a drink or two.”

“You look beautiful,” he said. He didn’t ask you where you were going, or how late you'd be out, or who you were going to meet. He trusted you, and it was like a knife between your ribs.

You managed a smile. “Thank you.”

You gave him a kiss as you stood, and you knew he wanted you to stay. You wished he’d grab your waist and tell you he wasn’t going to let you out looking so pretty, at least not without him, but of course he didn’t. He let you pull back from the kiss and offered you a sweet smile when you parted.

“Have a good time,” he said. “I have to run back to my place for a while, but I’ll come back over if you give me a call when you get home.”

“Okay,” you said softly. Your throat felt tight. “I’ll miss you, Jake.”

His laugh was soft and a little surprised.

“I’ll come over as soon as you call me,” he promised. “No need to miss me.”

You tried for another smile. “You’re right.” You kissed him again. “See you in a little while.”

You drove without even deciding on where to go, but every turn took you closer to downtown like you were pulled by an invisible string. You stopped across the street from the Lonesome Rose, the old honky-tonk that had been there for decades spilling its neon halo over the sidewalk and welcoming folks in with the warbling strains of Waylon and Willie.

You shook your head. “You’re a damn fool,” you said to yourself as you put the car in park. Your cowboy boots scuffed the worn hardwood floor as you came inside, and you sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to come by.

“What can I get you?” he asked.

“She’ll have a Jack and Coke.”

You thrilled at his voice and turned to see him right behind you, moving to bracket you in with one hand resting on the bar next to you. The corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile.

“Isn’t that right, sugar?” Danny asked.

You sighed and looked back at the bartender. “Yes, please. Jack and Coke. And he’ll have a Mitcher’s rye double on the rocks.”

The bartender gave an amused hum as he looked over the two of you. “Comin’ right up.”

Danny took the seat next to you, propping one boot on the bottom of your barstool. He’d changed out of his uniform, trading it for snug Levi's and a soft rust-colored button-down, and his hair was half-up, half-down just as you’d always liked it best.

“I told you you’d know where to find me,” he said.

You couldn’t help a rueful smile. “This is where the whiskey and pretty girls are, Danny.” The bartender brought your drinks over, and you touched your hands to the icy glass. “I don’t have to be a sheriff to figure out that this is where you’d be.”

He took a drink. “Well, you're right about the whiskey. But the only pretty girl around here I care about is you.”

Your pulse fluttered at the compliment, but you tried to keep yourself in check. Just because you’d made the mistake of coming here didn’t mean you had to make all the rest that usually followed.

You took a long sip of your drink and let the alcohol soothe your nerves. The jukebox played a familiar song, and you hummed along to the words of heartbreak and a worn-out kind of love.

“What did your dandy have to say about you goin’ out lookin’ so sweet and rosy?” Danny asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to talk about him.” The guilt was too much to bear on top of everything else, and if Danny wasn’t careful, he’d send you right back into Jake’s arms tonight.

Danny shrugged. “Suits me.” He leaned close and splayed a big, warm hand over your back. “But if I were him, I wouldn’t have let you go out at all.” He trailed his fingers up to the top of your zipper. “I’d have taken this little dress off of you nice and slow, told you how lovely you are, kissed every inch of you.”

A breathless little sigh escaped you when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Danny.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. “I’m right here, darlin’. Tell me what you want.”

I want you. You couldn’t allow yourself to say it, and you shook yourself as you took another long drink.

“I want you to behave yourself,” you lied.

He gave you a crooked smile. “If you say so, sugar.”

You sat together at the bar for a long while, and you tried to convince yourself it was innocent interest in a friend that kept you at the Lonesome Rose so late into the night when you had a good man waiting up for you to call. To his credit, Danny was a perfect gentleman as you let the drinks and the music draw you into a comfortable lull where you were the only two people on earth. You asked about his work and fussed when he told you of the more dangerous parts of his job, and he assured you that he could more than handle things.

“This case you’re working on now,” you said, “it’s not too dangerous, is it?”

He lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I mean, it’s not a trip to Disneyland.”

You nudged your arm against his. “You know I’d kill you if you ever died, right?”

He smiled. “Yes ma’am, I do know that.” He kissed your cheek. “Lucky I don’t plan on dyin’ anytime soon. Not before I’ve had you one last time, at least.”

You laughed, the whiskey making you pliant and carefree.

“You sure think an awful lot of yourself, don’t you?” you asked. “I guess you’re gonna live forever, Daniel.”

He twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “I wouldn’t be so sure, darlin’.”

You looked up at him, your gaze traveling over the handsome features you’d memorized long ago and thought of during many lonely nights. “You think you’re sleeping with me tonight?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. He nodded towards the jukebox. “But I know for sure I’m dancing with you tonight.”

You gave a long-suffering sigh and couldn’t hide your smile as you held your hands out. “Take me to the dance floor, then.”

He grinned and took your hands, drawing you to the space reserved for lovers to wear their boots out to old country songs. He danced you around and kept you steady as you giggled and swayed on your feet, and for the space of a half-dozen love songs, you were perfectly happy. You hung on each other and showed off your tipsy dance moves and laughed until your sides hurt. It was just as you’d always imagined it, just as you always wanted; you found yourself thinking of that old daydream you’d tried to forget years ago, the one where Danny had put a ring on your finger and a baby inside you and had settled down to make you laugh and take you dancing every chance he could. You knew you shouldn’t, but you let yourself pretend it was real, if only for tonight.

“Hank Jr. sure gets you movin’, doesn’t he?” Danny teased, twirling you around like a princess.

You laughed. “You’re the only reason I haven’t gotten kicked off this dance floor,” you said, breathless and beaming up at him. “You're a wonderful dancer, Danny.”

He smiled. “Why thank you, darlin’.” He dipped you low and held you there for a moment, and you were utterly dependent on his strong, steady hands, looking up at him with the kind of desire you couldn’t hide.

“You’re beautiful,” he said when he pulled you back up. “Every time I think you can’t get any more beautiful, you prove me wrong.”

Your sigh was lovesick, resigned to the hopelessness of loving him.

“Danny,” you said softly. You didn’t know what you were asking for — more words of love? A final blow, both barrels leveled at your heart, to send you away from him for good? You didn't know why you'd thought you could keep from loving him this time, not when you knew he'd hold your heart in his hands as long as you lived.

An old Dwight Yoakam song started to play, one Danny knew you had a weakness for, and he gave you a sweet smile. He pulled you close and swayed you gently to the music, singing along as he held you in his arms.

“Try not to look so pretty the next time that we meet.” His voice was perfectly suited to the melody, and he stole a gentle kiss that made you blush. “Please don’t look so pretty, and I won’t act so weak.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, and his touch traced over your jaw and thumbed the sparkling pendant of your earring.

“Why’d you come?” he asked, as if he hadn’t known you would. He could read you like a book; you’d never been able to hide from him, and you basked under the attention of a man who knew everything you had to offer and wanted you still.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you all but whispered. “You know I couldn’t.”

“Even with your dandy waiting at home?” he asked.

You swallowed. Danny knew what he meant to you, knew you would give up anyone for one moment in his arms, and you felt it was cruel of him to glory in it.

He shook his head as if thinking the same thing.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here, and you look so pretty, and I can hardly breathe when I look at you.”

You put your hands to his chest, letting him support you with his hands on the small of your back. He studied your face with that look that made you feel beautiful, and you felt like you had the first time he’d held you like this. You’d been young then, naive, so in love with him you thought you might break with it. You had broken with it, as soon as he left, but he’d always put you back together when he found his way home to you.

You looked up at him with dreamy expectation, your lips parted and soft and wanting.

He smiled. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

You shook your head.

“No?” he asked. He drew you closer and ducked his head until his lips barely brushed yours. “Funny. It sure looks like you do.”

You couldn’t help yourself, and you wound your arms around his neck as you kissed him. That self-satisfied smirk of his was short-lived, and he held you and kissed you like a man who knew how to handle a woman.

“Danny,” you breathed.

He cradled your face in his big hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You sure needed a good kissing, sugar. Look at you all pink and sweet for me. You want some more?”

You felt a choking wave of emotion. “I want you.”

He gave you a faint smile. “I know, darlin’. You’ll have me, I promise.”

He kissed you again, and you melted against him. You forgot every reason to walk out the Lonesome Rose and drive home to a good man who was loyal to you; like a wedding vow, forsaking all else, you surrendered yourself completely to the man who would love you tonight and leave you lonely in the morning.

He danced with you for a while, all slow steps and loving looks, and you couldn’t bear to be parted from him. When he stepped outside for a smoke, you went with him, winding your arms around his waist and tucking your hands into his back pockets. You watched as he tipped his face up towards the dark sky and blew out a thin stream of silvery smoke; you admired the handsome curve of his jaw, the bold line of his nose, the dark shine of his curls in the neon lights.

“You’re beautiful, Danny.”

He looked down at you and smiled, and the laugh lines that showed by his dark eyes gave his expression such a tenderness that it took your breath away.

“Thank you, darlin’,” he said. He kissed you, and he tasted like smoke and whiskey, and you stood on tiptoes to get closer.

He chuckled. “Alright, sugar. I hear you.” He took one last drag from his cigarette and put it out, taking your hand as he led you back inside. He settled your tab and took you out to his beat-up Ford pickup truck, a relic from the old days that a mentor on the force had gifted Danny at his retirement. The worn leather was soft and cracked in places and the sheriff’s logo on the door was faded, but Danny wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

“Your place or mine?” he asked.

“Mine,” you said. He had a John Anderson tape in, and you turned it up a little before you moved close to him, leaning against his arm as he drove.

Neither of you spoke, and the comforting rumble of the engine and the quiet rush of warm night air through the windows wove themselves into a harmony with the music on the crackly stereo. You toyed with his free hand, running your fingers between his knuckles, feeling the wiry angles of hands used to hard work and tender touches.

“Maybe we should just drive,” he said, his voice quiet. “Keep goin’ until we find somewhere that suits us. Settle down, grow a garden, raise a few little ones.”

You closed your eyes and hid your face against his shoulder. You’d known it was coming, this dream of a future together, and you knew it was sincere. Something in him wanted to stay and be good to you, and knowing that part of him was more painful than if he hadn’t wanted it at all.

You looked up at him and brushed your fingers over his cheek.

“Tomorrow,” you promised. It was for both of you, a lie that wouldn’t hurt until it was proven; for now, both of you could go the whole night through believing it was the truth.

He glanced over at you, and his smile was heartsick and sorrowful. “Okay. Tomorrow.”

When you got to your house, you left the front door open behind you like you had that morning. You put a record on, and the strains of music followed you outside as you came out to the porch; you leaned on the railing and watched as Danny studied your flower garden.

“Look how big these are,” he mused, brushing his fingers over the soft petals of a blush-colored peony. “I don’t remember them being so big last time.”

“It’s been a while since you were here, Danny.” Your voice was soft, but there was an edge to it he didn’t miss, and he looked up at you with a gentle gaze.

“I know,” he said. “I was tryin’ to let you go, darlin’.”

The thought of him leaving and never coming back was like a physical pain in your chest.

“You can’t leave me like that,” you said. You came close to him as he stepped up onto the porch with you, and you put your hands to his chest.

“Promise you’ll always come back,” you said, pleading with him. “I don’t care if it’s for one night or for the rest of your life. You promise you’ll come back to me, Daniel.”

He gathered you in his arms and kissed you, soothing the fear of losing him with the tenderness and passion that sang in every movement of his body against yours.

“Hush, now,” he said gently. “I came back, didn’t I?” His smile was rueful. “The one time I ever tried to do right by you, and I ended up back at your door like I always do.”

You put your hands to his face. “I’m glad you did.”

You took his hand and led him to your bedroom, and he was gentle and slow as he helped you undress. Your room was dim and quiet, the window you’d left open sending a cool breeze to ruffle the curtains; a serenade of crickets and gentle birdsong drifted in and mixed with the sound of the record that played.

Danny held you and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You look at me like you love me,” he said softly. “You always have.”

“I’ve always loved you,” you said simply.

He gave a long, low sigh and buried his face against your neck. “I know, darlin’. I wish you didn’t, but I’m sure glad you do.”

He laid you back on the bed and hovered over you, drawing the smoldering ember into a flame with his warm, work-toughened hands. You’d been held by others before, wandering hands under faded calico sheets, but no one ever touched you like Danny did.

He tucked you into the lee of his body, and there was nothing on earth but the warmth of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the touch of his hand as he pulled you close. You fit together like puzzle pieces, your softness and his strength, the give of your curves and his solid warmth.

“Please,” you said, tilting your head back as he kissed your jaw.

“Be patient,” he chided gently. “I’ll give you what you want, sugar.”

He trailed his kisses down your throat, over your collar, down the swell of your breast. He worshiped you with his touch, murmuring words of love against your skin.

You tangled your hands in his thick curls when he ventured lower. “Danny.”

He smiled, and you felt it against your skin. “I hear you, pretty girl.”

He took his time, running his hands over your thighs as he worked his tongue over every inch between your legs. He gave a pleased hum every time you gasped or moved beneath him; you tugged on his curls, overwhelmed with how much you needed him, saying his name over and over like a prayer.

You unraveled with a pitiful gasp, and when he came back up to kiss you, it was heat and skin and breathless want. His hands moved over you, drawing you where he wanted you, pressing you against him.

“Danny,” you said weakly. You ached with desire as you felt him between your legs, but your body remembered how much he asked of you.

“Take me,” he said, low and breathless. “You’re takin’ all of me, darlin’. I know you can.”

You gave a choked gasp and dug your fingers into his shoulder when he buried himself inside you. You did take him, just as he said, and in the heartbeat he gave you to catch your breath, you knew no one would ever satisfy you like he did.

“Good girl,” he praised. He started to move, slow and deep, and you lost yourself in the feel of him. His hands wandered, reverent and skillful, patiently soothing the ache of him until you bloomed under him like a flower towards the sun.

You shied away from him as he started to bring you to the edge. Suspended in desire, you could keep him here forever; when it was over, you could no more keep hold of him than you could keep water from trickling through your fingers.

He noticed, and he shushed you and kept you close.

“Easy,” he soothed. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t,” you said brokenly. “I don’t — Danny, please, I don’t want it to be over.”

He kissed you. “I’m here,” he promised. “I’m right here with you, darlin’.”

He took your hand and drew it up to rest over his heart; it hammered under your hand, jackrabbiting in his chest.

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me,” he said softly. “I love you. Can you feel it?”

And oh, if there had been anything you were keeping from him, you gave it over completely. You were his, body, heart, and soul, and he took good care of such a gift for as long as he was able.

After, you didn’t realize until he brushed his fingers over your cheek that you were crying.

“Oh, sugar.” He kissed you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. His fingers had left bruises against your hips and he’d made you tender and sore, but he could never hurt you. Not that way.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and cried. He ran his hands through your hair, trailing a soft touch over your skin.

“Don’t cry, darlin’,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It breaks my heart to hear you cry like that.”

You tried to steady yourself as you kissed his face, showering him with kisses and words of affection, pressing as close to him as you could get.

“I love you, Danny,” you said brokenly.

He put his strong arms around you and held you close. “I love you too.”

—

Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting a dim silvery glow over your room, over the pile of clothes on the floor, over bare skin half-covered by a tangle of sheets. You put on Danny’s soft shirt and found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans; sitting on the edge of your bed, you smoked and listened to the quiet.

“Thought you didn’t smoke.”

You took another drag. “I don’t.”

He gave a soft chuckle, and the bed creaked a little as he moved closer to you. He skated his hand under the hem of his shirt and gently ran his knuckles over your hip.

“I like you wearin’ my shirt, darlin’.”

It fell open as you turned towards him, and he propped himself up to shower your bare skin with gentle kisses.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

You hummed and brushed a hand through his curls. “Jake called.”

Danny looked up at you from under his lashes. “What did you tell him?”

You turned your face back towards the window and exhaled smoke through your nose. “What was I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know.” He sat up next to you and tugged his shirt off your shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “Tell him you don’t want to see him again.”

You breathed a rueful laugh. “Right.” You put your cigarette out in the old, half-empty bottle of water on your nightstand. “I do want to see him again, Danny. I want to marry him.”

The bridge of his nose bumped against your jaw. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to lie?”

You sighed and tilted your head back as he kissed your neck. “Why shouldn’t I marry him? He’s a good man.”

“You’d never be happy with him.”

You ran a hand over your face, feeling the ache of tears again. “I could try.”

He knew you were hurting, and he wound his arm around you and drew you close to him.

“Be happy with me,” he said.

Your throat felt tight. “I am,” you said softly.

“Tell me why you're crying, then.”

You brushed your tears away, frustrated with yourself, frustrated with him.

“I’d only be happy if you stayed,” you said.

“Okay.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “I’ll stay, then.”

You couldn’t help a wobbly smile. You wanted him to, and when he kissed you and held you close, it was the easiest thing in the world to pretend he would.

—

He left before the sun rose, and you lay quietly in your bed for a long time when you woke and found him gone. Early morning sunshine bled over the room and seeped across the note on your nightstand.

Next time, sugar. I promise.

You ran your fingers over his messy handwriting.

“Next time,” you said softly. You almost believed it, too.

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