Returning to Foxworth// BANDY drabble
This fic contains cuteness, emotional conversations and yes, at times gets sexual so donât read if itâs not what youâre cool with :)
Everyone knows I have a deep love for Bart and Cindy so donât be shocked with how sappy this gets?
âItâs fucking cold,â Cindy whispered to herself, watching Bart clench his jaw but say nothing about her colourful language. They had a deal; she wouldnât swear unless they were alone. She only agreed because it was her best offer and she wasnât going to change too much for Bart.
No matter how much she loved him.
âIt is quite cold, the staff didnât get here in time to preheat it and turn everything on like I requested. Weâll fire them in the morning.â Bart straightened his shoulders, slipping into his âI am the boss of everythingâ mode that made Cindy roll her eyes at. He ignored that too.
She thought he secretly liked her attitude anyways, I mean he did marry her after all and he always did his best to let her be herself without pushing her. She knew how hard he tried for her and she would never understand his struggle.
âDarling as much as I hate the cold, especially in this tiny dress, I think we could give them a second chance. We wonât have heat for a week if we donât have the staff.â Bart relaxed his shoulders and looked down at Cindy with a sigh, his brown eyes softer and more loving.
Cindy smiled up at him and then reached for her bags at her feet, lifting them with difficulty and glaring at Bartâs ease as he carried twice the amount of hers. They brought in all of the important bags and left the rest for the servants who were coming in the morning.
It was the first time they had been home in months, after marrying they skipped the honeymoon stage and went right into touring with the word of God.
Cindy hadnât minded, it was a strange process to go from sleeping around, to having the only person she ever lived and ever would love, and then God? But she had adapted and enjoyed most of it even. She was mostly glad to be home though, even with the bad memories, she knew that the house now symbolized something else and she had Bart to thank for that. He had added more colour inside and added picture of their whole family. Rooms had been redecorated and the house was safer than it was before. It was truly home for the first time in decades.
âWeâre going to catch a cold and we donât even have electricity so we have no entertainment.â Bart looked angry again as he unlocked their bedroom and carried the bags into the connected closet space.
His eyes were dark with determination and he rubbed his jaw that was brushed with stubble from their long journey.
Cindy lips turned up into a seductive smile and she ran her hand down Bartâs arm calmly.
âCome under the covers, I canât have my husband sick the minute we get home can I?â Bart seemed to melt under her touch but only for a moment, he stiffened and moved away from her. Cindy clenched her teeth, only slightly wounded by the rejection and annoyed by his hostility. She was wide awake thanks to the cold and there was nothing to do.
âGo gather the blankets in every room in the hall, oh and grab rope from the utility closet,â he said in a clipped tone, ordering her like she was nothing more than a servant. She rolled her eyes again and threw her hands up to surrender and left to find what he asked for.
âRope? What is he gonna do? Tie me to a wall and hope that will keep my hands off him?â She grumbled to herself but then smirked.
âWho are we kidding? Nothing can keep my hands of him,â she said absentmindedly.
She quickly unlocked all of the creepy dark rooms that hadnât been redecorated and gathered the heavy blankets and brought them back to the room. Bart wasnât in the bedroom and she assumed he was calling the servants with an ear full on his cellphone downstairs. She felt pity for them being woken up by an angry boss at midnight. The lanterns that had been lit to brighten the place werenât doing a great job and she decided to use her phone flashlight when going through the utility closet.
"Rope⊠God where is the stupid rope. Oh Jesus! I mean whoops! Sorry God,â she said sheepishly looking up at the ceiling like he was glaring down at her. So maybe she hadnât fully adapted yetâŠ
She found the rope and found Bart pushing the blankets off the bed when she got back. She threw the heavy and long amount of rope at him and stuck out her tongue when he didnât even flinch.
âThose were heavy you know, you donât have to throw them off because you donât like the way I set them down!â He was too particular about how the blankets were even placed apparently. Bart gave her a dark look and she was reminded of the night in the woods. She missed that night, when she was never more angry in her life and he shocked her. She shivered thinking about it and was glad the room wasnât totally lit, Bart would think she was already sick and then put her in lock down mode.
âSit on the bed with a blanket wrapped around you before you get sick. Iâll be a few minutes.â She furrowed her eyebrows and gazed at him curiously as she did as she was told.
She thought he meant he was leaving the room but instead he grabbed the rope and started tying it to one side of the room to the other. Then he tied two other pieces from each side of the canopy to the rope across the room. It creates a reasonably sized square that Cindy had no clue what was for.
She didnât ask but curiously watched as Bart worked, his strong arms moving quickly as he tied the rope and the determination showing throughout the muscles in his body. It was like watching a dance that could not be deciphered.
She found it almost thrilling to watch.
âAre you done yet?â She asked, breaking the spell and running her fingers through her gold hair. Bart paused what he was doing and started grabbing blankets.
âGet in the middle,â he said bluntly, masking his ease and trying to seem dead serious. Cindy laughed but gave in, sitting on the floor where he had laid out enough blankets for comfort.
She smiled brightly as he hung the rest of the blankets over the ropes, blocking her inside. âBart what on earth are you attempting here,â she asked lightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This was the Bart she had missed during the stress of the tour. This was the Bart she had married.
He poked his head through a wall of blankets and grinned, the most stunning thing Cindy had ever seen. He truly was beautiful and she wished that she could take a photo of the moment and stay in it forever.
âIâve built us a fort, to block out all of the cold air. I figured we could use some fun without catching our deaths.â He looked like an excited child as he slipped into the fort he had built.
Cindy grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside her, crawling under a huge comforter so she wouldnât be cold. She turned on her side, facing away from Bart who climbed under the covers, spooning her and keeping her body warm with his.
âWhat are we doing while we are back,â
She asked quietly, not wanting to shatter the moment that seemed so perfect. Bart traced a pattern on her bare shoulder absentmindedly while speaking softly.
âWell, I was thinking about a dinner party with live music and maybe a performance from my lovely wife?â Cindy smirked, turning her body into him grabbing the collar of his shirt tightly in her grasp.
âIâm sure I could spare a little talent. I think a party is exactly what we need here. It will get us back into the social loop and help to relax us for a while.â Bart slowly smiled and reached behind Cindy, unzipping her dress with one hand.
âWho says we need to socialize to relax?â His eyes darkened in the dim light, the hungry and demanding look back in his eyes. This time he was far from angry. Cindy sucked in her breath as he ran his hand across her bare shoulders and down her back. Somehow his hand was warm in the freezing air, though the blanket barriers were already keeping the little heat in.
She slipped out of the dress and pushed him onto his back. She lifted herself over him, straddling his hips and undoing the buttons of his shirt. She ran her hand down the contours of his chest, barely breathing as his body responded to her touch. He didnât like being out of control, something Cindy had learned to understand and know his limits to.
Maybe she could push them a little tonight.
âTell me you love me,â she commanded softly but surely, feeling his intake of breath under her fingers and watching it on his face.
âI love you, my Cindy darling.â His voice was soft and sweet, making her body hum against his. It was like static was created every time they touch. She could not be more in love with him.
She leaned forward, her hair draping over him as she kissed his neck, making her way down his collar bones. He ran his fingers across her bare back, making her shiver lightly. Smirking, she pulled back and placed both of Bartâs hands on either side of his body. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips made a twist that resembled a childish pout.
âNo hands, darling,â she said in a mocking voice, a playful ring in her tone.
By the look of Bartâs face he was struggling between finding it sexy or frustrating. Most likely both knowing the way his mind worked.
She grinded into his hips, biting her lip for good measure and almost didnât notice the way Bartâs hands flinched on either side of her. Her hips moved against his, frustrating him more, when she leaned back down and took his bottom lip between her teeth. He groaned, surprising himself, and her. So he was enjoying this. She tugged on his lip once more before kisses him slowly, a good old fashioned kiss despite the tension generating from both of their bodies.
She let go for a moment and entangled her tongue with his, the familiar taste of spearmint and a hint of the spices they had with their dinner earlier that night. He was way warmer than she was, though of course he was always hot, like her personal blanket.
âTell me a secret,â she whispered in his ear. He was breathing heavily, clearly affected by her presence let alone voice and body.
âI love you in this house,â he said with a ragid breath and his eyes locked on hers.
He loved her eyes, they were so expressive and accepting. Possibly the only girl in the world who would love him that much now that his mother was gone. She was always enough though.
âHow much?â She said louder this time, unzipping his dress pants and kissing him softly as she pulled them as low as she could. She sat up on his knees and he kicked them off swiftly.
âSo much I want to take you in every single room,â he growled, sending tingles down her spine. My, my, where was the suit-and-tie Bart now? She smirked and traced patterns on his chest while she thought. She certainly wasnât regretting being there with him. Oddly enough, this was the first time she felt truly at ease in months. But sleeping with him tonight was going to bring on a conversation she felt ashamed to even think about.
âThatâs a lot of rooms, Bart. How long do we even have here?â She said it lightly, hoping he wouldnât here the slight sadness in her voice. She was exhausted of the travelling and sharing him with so many people. Bart definitely noticed, as always, and tugged softly at a blonde curl.
âI considered this a lot actually, and nothing is confirmed of course, but a while is the plan. A long while. Two years.â Cindy almost jumped but considering her position she thought better. Instead she instantly kissed him, needy and hard against his mouth. This was the best news she had heard in weeks.
âIâm thrilled, Bart I canât even wrap my head around that. Why?â He grinned, her excitement was contagious to him. Just at the though of spending two years in their home made her glow. He had been worried she would have felt trapped or helpless at the idea of it.
âI was trying to imagine my future and every single time I kept seeing Jory and his life. I didnât want that for myself at first. Well honestly it was never something I wanted. But then I imagined you in our bed, eating dinner across from me, holding my hand. And I finally realized that I definitely didnât want Joryâs life. Far from it actually.â His voice was thick and his words just sort of flowed out in an unnaturally uncalculated rant.
Cindy tried to comprehend what he was really saying and felt almost disappointed that he wanted nothing to do with Joryâs lifestyle. Jory had a family, love and happiness.
âIâm not sure I quite unde-â
âI want our life, Cindy. Whatever that means, I want it. I kept focusing on what other people had and then it just sort of hit me that of course I didnât want other peopleâs friends, their traditions and hobbies and kids. I want ours.â
Her stopped beating and her eyes widened, locked on his like if she looked away then the moment would cease to exist. He looked shocked at his own words but nevertheless, excited.
Something had changed about him that she had barely noticed at first. Did this mean that he wanted a family, that he was even ready for one? He looked and felt so sure of himself, his heart beating almost faster than his wifeâs.
âI want ours too.â Cindy laughed breathlessly, she was surprised she hadnât passed out from how fast her heart was racing. âI want everything that has to do with us. Youâre my favourite thing in the world, Bart, I donât think youâll ever know how much I love being with you. Iâm never going to stop feeling this way for you.â
Bart sat up and wrapped his arms around her, taking all the air from her lungs in one passionate kiss that seemed to never end. He eventually flipped her onto her back and tugged at one of her bra straps with a tempting smirk that Cindy would swoon over for the rest of their lives.
âForever can begin tomorrow. Right now Iâm going to show you how much I love being with you."
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