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[satinonie]

obsession

billy hargrove x reader (series)

tw: mentions of violence, loss of autonomy, mental distress, manipulation, and violence, slightly suggestive behavior, talk of substances.

summary: while drunk with tommy hagan, billy feeds into tommy’s usual stupid shenanigans. tonight’s focus being some gimmicky thing he’d bought at a store out of town. one wish willow. maybe it’s the uncommon drunk vulnerability or his fear that she’d been growing apart from him but he makes a stupid wish. “ i wish name would be mine forever.” well, for once in billy hargrove's life he certainly gets what he wished for.

billy leaned back in the worn out seat of tommy's old nova, arms crossed and cigarette dangling from his lips. the early afternoon air was cold for june- typical indiana bullshit. tommy kept shifting this wooden stick around in his hold, a withered looking thing. had been going on about the damn thing all night.

" man" billy exhaled smoke through his nose, " you wasted ten bucks on that shit?"

tommy's grin only widens- that dumbass grin that meant he believed every word out of the vendors mouth.

" it works man! Swear."

billy scoffs shooting him that signature judging hargrove look, " its a stick hagan."

tommy frowns deep, shaking his head quick " it's real man. i wished my mom and carol would stop bitchin' at me like a week ago. and bam! overnight."

billy takes another slow drag, " or maybe they just got tired of wasting their breath.'' he gruffly mutters " looks like some shit munson would be into." he mutters with distaste in his tone. didn't believe in any of that made up bullshit.

tommy just huffs " whatever man".

leaves it be until billy starts up his camaro later to leave. only then does he lean against the window and drop it in his lap " let me know how it goes man" he grins. billy doesn't even snap back eager to be done with him for the night.

but once tommys inside and he leans into the worn leather of his seat his gaze finds a little bundled up piece of fabric splayed across the passenger side. tugs at it until it unravels, a thin blue sweater. something she must of left in his car again. his thumb brushes over the knitted fabric, soft in a way unusual for him and then he looks back down to the slight weight on his lap.

" fuck it." he mutters gruff, grabs it rough, enough where the wood creaks under his grip. he knows this is stupid. his dad would say real men didn't play into this crap, believe in wishes or anything like that.

hell he hadn't even made a wish on a candle since he was five. yet something tells him to. he breaks it in a quick easy snap, words leave his lips in a gruff mumble.

" i wish name would be mine forever."

the choice of words is unlike him rooted and clingy.

he stares at the broken glorified twig in his lap before cursing. he drops the rest down into the floorboard in frustration before making his way back home.

he pulls into the gravel driveway of his small shitty trailer, she's already there.

when he shifts the camaro into park he spots her. GTO he's helped her work on a million times over the summer parked in the grass. she's leaning against the bumper, hair catching the last rays of sun in the afternoon, skin bathing in its warmth.

she waves at him as soon as he pulls in, sweet little smile on full lips and all of a sudden his brain goes stupid.

billy killed the engine, but for a second just sat there- staring. at the way her top dipped low at her collarbones, embracing every curve of her body. and those shorts- unusual for her. real unusual, his favorite in fact, are shorter than he remembers.

it wasn't necessarily cold in hawkins- not really- but still chilly enough youd need a layer or two.. and here she was dressed light as summer.

something about it felt intentional.

his pulse spiked again as he shoved open the camaro door and stepped out onto the pavement, boots landing with a loud scuff under his weight.

when he stops just short of the GTO, his hands slip into the pockets of his jeans, hiding how suddenly sweaty they'd gotten despite the chill.

" hey" it leaves his lips gruff like always, maybe a product of slight nerves. her grin only brightens pretty and warm, she tilts her head up a little to fully meet his gaze " hi hargrove" she greets back with a small soft tease to it.

that aggravating twisting feeling in his gut just intensifies, the way she said his name- hargrove- like that, all playful and sweet, with that subtle lilt curling around the syllables? yeah. it did something to him.

his jaw flexed on its own, a tiny muscle twitching near his temple like it always did when he was trying real hard not to smile too big. ( because billy hargrove never grinned like some idiot.)

instead, he gave her a half smirk- the kind usually reserved for smooth-talking or flirting- and nudged her knee lightly with his knuckles where she sat perched on the cars back fender.

" didn't know you were coming' by." he said lowly, voice devoid of his usual aggravation.

she leans forward a bit against where her forearms rest on the cars lip " just wanted to see you. missed ya." it comes out so casual, all soft.

he goes quiet for a second in surprise, throat working silently before he managed to rasp out: " yeah?"

she just hums " course." and just stares at him, longer than usual, more observing like she's waiting for him to react. when he doesn't she huffs soft " can we go in? m'freezin." she half whines, already hopping down from the fender.

he nods stiff and quick, goes to start digging his keys out of his jean pocket when she reaches out and takes his free hand , twines there fingers without a word. waiting. he fumbles the keys for a second before those old basketball reflexes kick in. she leans her head against his arm while she waits for him to finally get the front door open. its unusually clingy of her, but the thought doesn't cross his mind to say a thing. rickety wood steps creak under his weight.

he shoves the door open with his shoulder, catching slightly on the frame. the trailers dark and messy like always, air thick with the smell of smoke, musk, and that permanent staleness that always lingers. his broad frame shuffles for the light, opens his mouth to ask if maybe she wants something to eat or something, but she beats him to it. already tugging him towards his room- gentle but insistent- surprisingly bold for her,'' cmon' brought my lost boys tape".

when they reached his room- a mess of band posters, empty beer cans, near full ash trays, unmade bed with black sheets ( because of course), and that small TV/VCR combo on the dresser. she gently pushes him to slump onto the bed before focusing in on the tape. setting it up, bending down in those short cutoffs in a way that makes him swallow thick. before straightening up with a small stretch then... instead of plopping down beside him like normal she settles right against him and tucks her feet under his legs.

he stiffens for only a second before he tugs her socked feet up onto his lap instead, yanking her a little closer. always got greedy with even the littlest touch. she doesn't flush or half-heartedly gripe just leans against him calm as the opening theme starts to play.

odd.

then billy notices. not immediatly- first he got distracted by the cheesy opening scene, the familiar synth and that dramatic bike chase- but then nothing.

none of her regular commentary or small soft snickers. no giggling at how ridiculous their hair is or comparing it to his unruly mullet. no pointing out little details people only knew when they watched something way too many times.

instead?

when he glanced down- just once, subtly through those perfect lashes- he caught her staring at him. not glancing at him, not accidental contact. not immediately looking away when their eyes met either.

just.. watching him with this quiet intensity that makes his skin prickle under it.

her lashes fluttered slightly like she was embarrassed for being caught but didn't look away fast enough to pretend otherwise.

it's not the usual way he looks at him, doe eyes soft and dopey sweet, crinkled at the edges. it's all consuming even a little off.

he's used to people staring at him, much less girls but it doesn't feel adoring or hungry, it's something else.

he doesn't question it.

not for a second.

most guys would've- why is she looking at me like that? what's wrong?- but he wasn't most guys. and with her curled up close, practically sprawled on him, eyes full of something he couldn't name but knew he liked, all he felt was contentment, maybe a small bead of pride.

he shifted just slightly- not to pull away or break the moment- but to adjust so she could settle more comfortably against him. his thumb brushes absentmindedly over the curve of her shoulder where his arm rested.

the movie played on in a loud buzz: bikes roaring, shouting, music blaring- the light of it painting over their faces and shoulders in the dim light of his room.

forgotten.

after a while he's broken out of his silent contentment by her voice, she meets his gaze unyielding and her voice is an attempt at her usual tone. nips her lip mid mutter, nervous. "billy..?".

the way she said his name- billy....- soft and careful, like it was something fragile made his stomach drop.

her voice was hers. that warm slight lilt he loved. but everything else? the small lip-bite, the direct eye contact, the way she held her breath right after saying his name?

she doesn't deflect or trail off like she normally would before asking something serious. doesn't brush off whatever this moment might be leading toward.

his palms feel heavy and warm where he rests them against her feet grip tightening just a bit. voice comes out too rough " yeah?".

" do you think I'm pretty?" it forms almost soft, a mimic of her usual shyness. Something else behind it. she's not asking generally, she's asking him specifically.

he doesn't move for a second, registering it.

then without hesitation- without even thinking his words over twice- he answered: " yeah." One word, rough but immediate.

then quieter: " fuck, yeah. course' i do."

because christ was she pretty? she always had been- but today? with those shorts and that top and her hair loose and messy like that?

she gives him a low content hum at that small pleased smile on her lips. leaning closer subtly and letting her head drop against his shoulder and knuckles ghost his chest right where his saint pendant lays. she pauses again fingers stilling for a second, " do you like me bills?" it comes out like a taunt, nickname rare from her.

his chest tightens where her knuckles brushed against it, tracing idle patterns through his thin tank.

then the weight of the question truly hit:

" do you like me?"

not as friends obviously- he knew that tone wasn't friendly curiosity.

then with a gruff, blunt nod that's just like him he answers. a silent confirmation. because right now, he thinks if he speaks it might come out in a broken rasp. he wasn't good at this-the mushy, emotional talk stuff. but she was being brave, rare for her. always lets him lead. then after a moment of her silent gaze he takes a breath- deep and forced, meets her gaze steady.

" i really like you, alright?" it still has the slight jagged edge most of his words do, voice even rougher than usual from the unfamiliar nerves bubbling in his chest.

then added: " more than i probably should."

she pauses for a second, absorbing his words. soft curve of her nose twitching for a moment and lips parted in the moment.

and then she's beaming, fingers abandoning his chest to shift up and wrap her arms around his neck, practically bounding onto him and his lap.

he barely has time to react before instinct kicks in: one arm wrapped tight around her waist, pulling her closer mindlessly; the other slip up to cradle the back of her head gently, fingers tangling in soft messy strands.

after a moment he feels her shift cheek pressing against his just barely in a soft nuzzle" like you too. so so much" it comes out breathy, almost a coo.

his breath came out slow and warm against her skin where their cheeks touched. his hold on her tightened just slightly- not possessive, but protective. reverent even.

he turned his head- his lips brushing accidentally at the corner of hers when he shifted to press a kiss right below her ear: feather-light.

and then she shift nose brushing his in a small nuzzle before she presses her forehead against his, then closes the gap. lips soft and plush against his. it knocks the breath out of his chest harder than any fight ever has.

its messy, desperate, needy- and holy shit its everything.

one second their foreheads touched-soft and close- and the next she was kissing him. not hesitant or nervous. full-on claiming his mouth with hers.

climbing onto his lap without breaking contact, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him as she straddled him properly now.

his brain short-circuits. thinks maybe he'd come home and drunk him self dead and must of been dreaming this.

hands flying to her hips on instinct- calloused fingers gripping gently but firmly- as he kissed her back even harder: lips consuming hers in a clumsy rush of years worth of pent-up want finally peeling over. he's selfish, all but ravishing her mouth, too rough without thinking.

hands wander greedily, one on the lower curve of her hip and the other on her thighs to shift her closer to him. bullies his fat tongue through the kiss.

then in just a blink she completely stills against him lips halting. the shift is immediate.

one second- heat, hunger, their mouths crashing together- and the next?

she's froze.

a tiny yelp- high pitched and panicked- escapes before she flinches back. eyes going wide and dazed, flickering with something he can't recognize.

and then she scrambled off his lap so fast it startled him too.

she hit the floor hard on her knees but barely seemed to notice, immediately scampering backward until her back thuds against his dresser painfully hard- the movie still buzzing on uselessly in the background.

he's frozen on the bed. a loud what the fuck repeating in his head. heart pounding for a completely reason then it was seconds ago.

one second he'd been kissing her and the next she looked like she didn't even know where she was. face paling under its usual hue those soft eyes wide in panic.

something was wrong. this wasn't just shyness or second thoughts- this was genuine fright. like whatever just happened scared her straight to her bones.

he goes to grasp her instinctively- " name?"- but stops himself with a stiff halt halfway when he sees how far shed gone off.

she blinks slow at the sound of his voice, and it's like she immediacy shifts. she frown soft and swallows tight before crawling back towards the bed and shifting back up beside him, " I-im sorry.. I didn't- I don't know why I did that", she starts rambling soft.

his chest feels like it's gonna tear itself apart.

he moves quick, reaching out but giving her space to draw away, his hand palm-up between them. " it's alright, hey, you're fine. you hear me?" he mutters it firm like if he says it solid enough they'll both believe it. the tension floods out of her and she drops her cheek to rest against his offered palm.

" must of been a panic. attack or something? yknow?.. used to get those remember?" she rambles on soft like she's trying to convince him the whole thing was okay.

it didn't sit right with him.

his jaw tightened slightly- not because he was mad or put off- but because something felt very wrong. the whole night had been strange.

she can see the way his jaw tenses thick brows furrow like he's gonna say something.

she shifts to tuck herself against him knees drawn up tight " m'sorry, bills really. don't be mad." she pleads soft. frantic look in her eyes.

somethings off.

[satinonie]

obsession trope! billy hargrove x reader coming soon<3

[satinonie]

summer send-off  tw:mentions of violence word count: 4,105

sand in leather seats and suffocating humid damp skin had been second nature for the two for as long as they could remember. even as kids, when the hargroves had moved next door. he'd been loudmouthed wasting no time on picking on the girl next door, tugging on pigtails and not understanding why she'd cry when he roughhoused with her. she was the balance to him, always carrying around cartoon bandaids for when he scraped his knees or banged himself up. " told you to stay off the rocks, piers rough" she'd murmur quiet " mom said so". he would just scoff it off not wanting to admit the climb had been more than just ego, he'd seen those big orange starfish she liked so much, wanted to impress her. she'd bust open the cap of one of there water bottles and rinse the scrape lifting the bottom of her frilly top to wipe it and put one of those winnie the pooh bandaids on. " done" shed hum, securing the plastic over warm skin just for him to scrunch his nose up at her expectantly. he was expecting affection, care he wouldn't get at home. she would just smile with childish amusement before pressing a over the top loud smooch over the plastic.  

it had been years of that cycle, even now as teenagers when he'd get roughed up at the hands of neil he'd always crawl through her windowsill. but they both had come to the quiet, devastating understanding that it'd be ending soon. the summer was coming to an end and neil had been offered a new job in indiana, a small nowhere town called hawkins. neither acknowledge the daunting, gutting change but there's a silent clinging finality to how they constantly see each other now.  

and that's how he ends up rolling into her drive way in the earliest hours of the morning, the gleaming sharp blue of the z28 unmistakable. she'd rode passenger in it more times then she'd driven her own car. 

she's already waiting out on the porch when he rolls in with a low rumble. those big eighties curls are styled a little more thoughtfully today, a new bikini tucked under denim levi cutoffs. she shifts her beach bag on her shoulder as she walks over to lean in the passenger window, arms tucked on the sill against her chest as she meets his gaze with a pretty plush-lipped smile," your early for once." she teases soft. 

his chest tightens at the sight of her, eyes dipping down for just a millisecond to take in the new fabric before meeting her eyes again," early? hell yeah." he grins " we've got places to be. times tickin' " he mutters usual slight gruffness to his rasp. he reaches out to tug her beach bag off her shoulder tossing it into the back. her wrist is next giving it a gentle tug " gonna kiss me goodbye yet? cmon" he taunts eager for her to land in her usual spot in the passenger seat. being his usual teasing self, she snorts soft in amusement, they'd always had that odd dynamic of more than friends but not quite anything else.  

she usually wouldn't play into it as much as he did but the finality of the day stirs up a rare shove within her, pushing through her usual soft hesitance. she moves into the passenger seat and then across to half sprawl on his lap for a second, and presses a soft feather-light kiss to the corner of his cheek just short of his lips. its loving and warm, soft fingers cradling his jaw for a second. " there" she murmurs soft, pulling away too quick and settling back into her seat casually, tugging her seatbelt on with a soft click. Billy freezes the second those plush lips brush his cheek- warm, soft, and lingering just a breath too long. his breath hitches for a moment before he blinks and shifts his grip on the leather of the wheel unsteady, clearing his throat. he puts that cocky mask back on quick " no tongue?" he mutters grin on his lips, " aint gonna miss me that much then.". she rolls her eyes soft at him, never truly annoyed. he just huffs a small laugh trying to cover his lingering breathlessness " right then, beach it is."  

he shifts and peels out of the drive way a little rougher than necessary, familiar grumble filling the air. they make it a few blocks down, through town and onto the coastal highway sun peering in the windows and palm trees whipping past, blue of the sky hazy through his t-tops.  

" m' gonna miss your car know?" she murmurs, half joke half serious. He glances over joke lingering in his chest, because yeah, she's gonna miss his car, but he knows damn well she means him.  

he chuckles low small grin on his lips " your just gonna miss getting drove around, especially in style." he mutters, knuckles flexing on the wheel. then after a beat he adds: " you'll be riding with some loser named tanner or whatever in a nova by the end of the month.. feet all up on the dash." he mutters a weak-murmured attempt to seem like a joke.  

she scrunches her nose at him, " as if" she murmurs soft, voice genuine "m' not ridin with nobody else". 

the car hums under them, tires rolling over hot pavement, and he swallows thick. her reply wasn't a joke. not a deflection. just soft natural truth. his throat suddenly feels a little dry. he keeps his eyes on the road ahead. for once he doesn't feel the need to fill the car with laughter or bickering, doesn't want to kill the silence with bravado or loud remarks, he just wants to feel it. feel her. without looking at her, or even a word he lets one hand free from the wheel tangling with her smaller one and resting on the gearshift, his thumb brushes a soft pattern on the curve of her palm. she softens under his touch, small smile tugging at her lips, familiar warmth in her belly.  

she lets them linger like that for a moment before she lets her shoulder bump his soft " besides, you'll have half those corn-field girls in my seat by your second week at hawkins." she jokes weakly.  

he scoffs- loud, immediate, and totally offended- squeezing her hand a little tighter. he lets out a dry " ha-ha" shooting her a small look " aint lettin no girls ride in your seat, sides.. they'd track mud in." he grins a little at the end. she huffs a soft laugh at that. that warm bubbly sound, it soaks into him more than the rays coming through the windshield. warm and golden and perfect. he can't help the stupid grin that spreads across his face. he loves making her laugh. loves it more than winning a fight, more than setting a keg off, or beating his record on the coast roads, more than anything.  

he flicks her knee, " shut up" he mutters gruff yet amused " don't laugh at me." the camaro continues on sharp edges cutting through the light of the sun. his fingers squeeze hers a little more subconsciously. she just shakes her head in weak denial of laughing at him. when they get closer to the strip of highway connecting to the beach she shifts. head finding its way out the window like always . soaking in the suns warmth and the scent of the salty ocean breeze. breeze scattering those styled curls a little bit as she leans out- faced turned towards the ocean like it's calling to her. the salt air fills the car, mixing with a low rock song blaring from billy speakers: some old zeppelin track he's had since middle school. 

he watches her for a second- the way her eyes squint against the sunlight, how at peace she can look with him. not like the usual flinches or clings for attention he was used to. it was simple. after a second of uncomfortable tightness in his chest he can't hold back from messing with her. rough fingers reach out to hook into the belt-loops of her shorts, and then slowly yet sharply he gives a little tug. she stumbles a little at the tug, he'd always been stronger. she shoots him a small half-hearted glare clumsily tumbling back into her seat. his grin is instant- wide, smug, and absolutely unrepentant as she tumbles back with a small soft gasp and a quick glare. landing half in the seat, half on his shoulder. he doesn't say anything. just wraps an arm around her shoulder- strong and warm- and pulls her the rest of the way into him like it was his plan all along. now she's tucked into his side: soft curls brushing his jawline, salt air still clinging to the hair and filling their lungs. 

they eventually pull into their usual hidden beach spot, local knowledge only. He puts the car in park- hidden behind tall sea-oat covered dunes, secluded and quiet. it'd been there spot for a long time, bonfires at night, tanning in the mornings before school, him teaching her how to surf on young wobbly knees, he'd taught her how to drive stick just down the road after he'd rolled his ankle on a bad patch of waves four summers ago.  

he didn't move right away, didn't want to lose the weight of her against him just yet. a few long moments linger and she's finally the first to shift knowing if they don't move soon they'll spend all day like this. 

she grabs her beach bag and sits up reaching for the handle," cmon. I'll help ya get your board down." she murmurs soft. he nods and gives a small grunt finally stepping out kicking up sand. he rounds the trunk to the old tarp nestled between two trees and there it is : his old surfboard salt-crusted but well-loved; he'd waxed it fresh yesterday hoping shed see and be impressed. with practiced ease and that stupidly strong upper body, billy lifts the board one-handed- no struggle- and slings it over his shoulder.  

and she does notice, like she always does " you do a new pattern with the wax? its pretty." she murmers soft.  

his chest puffs up a little ( lord knows it's big as is), he shifts the board a little so she can see it better looking down at her. " yeah, thought you'd like it. figured.. know.. might aswell look good for our last surf." he doesn't let them linger in the finality of the comment, already walking off towards the waterline. 

broad steps making her stumble a bit to catch up in the sand. she eventually catches up walking beside him, " m'still no good on it. might leave it to you." she gestures at the board. he just gives her a small disapproving look " still no good?" he taunts " i spent like three weeks practicing with you last summer." he mutters.  

he sets the board down in a dry patch of sand and starts peeling off his white ribbed tank, the sun hits his broad shoulders now; tan skin glistening slightly with salt spray and a light sheen of sweat already. he's got that bossy look on his face again, he's not gonna let her get away with just watching him while she tans today.  

nope.  

without missing a beat he scooches the board to the waterline and drops to a crouch beside her, 

" get on". 

she groans soft plopping down onto the sand beside him " you know I'm no good bills". he rolls his eyes shifting so his shoulder brushes her. he doesn't give in to the groan like he usually does to her whines.  

he smirks a little " billsss?" he mocks her soft complaint, dragging out the nickname. he nudges her with his elbow before turning fully toward her, one arm braced behind him like an anchor. sunlight dancing across both their faces- her nose scrunches soft in protest; him looking all too patient for someone usually so impatient.  

" you don't gotta be good," he murmers unusually gentle " just ride it once, for me". she gets the underlying request to the demand, he wants to be able to remember her like this. she'd always been weak under his demands much less his pleas.  

she sighs soft, relenting. " okay, but you have to hold me up then." she murmers, already shimmying the denim cutoffs down. he swallows hard and then without a word gets to moving, flips the board and knocks the sand off it before settling it in the water and helping her on.  

positioning himself behind her and moving out a little bit. he braces an arm around her waist- warm and solid- and lifts slightly as she settles up. her bare feet press into the warm wax as she wobbles slightly, and he tightens his grip around her waist to keep her from tipping over. " easy" he murmers right by her ear, " i got you. I ain't letting you fall".  

the oceans relatively calm not the best for beginners but decent enough for practice: small waves lapping in. he waits a beat for her to steady herself and then guides them both forward as a small wave approaches, " here comes one.. just stand up straight.", she nods and when it comes manages to stand albeit still a little shaky. he gives her a small hum of approval, he can feel the soft rising and falling of her breathes under his arm. soft warm bare skin pressed against his. she lets him press into her to adjust her for the next wave. " plant my feet?" she murmers soft remembering him telling her that a couple summers ago. he nods chest warming a little at the fact shed remembered his earlier advice, voice low and encouraging right by her ear, " yeah, baby" he says- the word slipping out before he can really think about it. with careful pressure he guides one of her bare feet forward on the waxed bard as the next gentle wave lifts them again, " just press down.. yeah.. just like that". their bodies move together in sync- him stabilizing, adjusting: her trusting his lead pliant. she manages the wave but the next one is a little bigger, pushing the board harder- and her balance wavers. her feet slip slightly on the wax, and she starts to tilt forward with a tiny gasp. his reflexes are immediate. before she can even truly start to stumble, his arm locks around her waist- pulling her back flush against his chest like an anchor. steadying them both. she softens a little once his grip steadies her by her waist, " sorry" she murmers instinctively. he lets out a small breath thumb brushing her hip from where he holds her close " stop doin that" he chides soft " know i hate it when you apologize for nothin' ". she navigates a few more smaller ones before they start to grow in size, he calls it and paddles them back in.  

she stretches soft once they're back on the shore, feet digging into the dry warm sand. she bends down and digs a beach blanket from her bag, laying it across the sand. he watches her stretch- arms overhead, back arching slightly- and something stupidly domestic flutters in his chest. he shakes it off and follows her lead, plopping down onto the blanket before she can even finish fixing the corners. she plops down beside him not long after.  

she digs a light spf out from her bag and spritz a light sheen over her skin, not digging out her oil like usual yet. once she's done she shakes the spf in offering. he eyes the bottle, a white, kiddy logo spf not the greasy bronze tanning oil shed break out later for that golden glow. 

he takes it from her without a word, staring at it for a second before glancing back at her and her exposed shoulders. 

he grumbles a small " cmere" more of an order than request. she goes to argue that she can just do his but she relents. she shifts to sit in front of him and pushes the thin straps of her bikini down a bit. " i could've got it" she murmers soft, few small sun freckles exposed. he ignores her soft mumble shaking the bottle before spraying some across her shoulders, one hand holding her hair up out of the way. those rough large palms work it into soft skin eventually working it down her back with both hands, the pads of his thumbs smoothing over each ridge and curve. once hes done she yanks the bottle out of his grip, making a turn gesture with two manicured fingers. 

he huffs but listens, his own broad back facing her now. she starts at the base of his neck where sweat was already starting to form. applying a generous amount there and across his shoulders. damn near massaging the sunscreen into his shoulders and back. knew how much tension was usually there. small soft nimble fingers press between toned shoulder blades. applying thick and through because she always remembered how easy his shoulders burned. he has to swallow back a small groan. eventually she's finished shifting the cap shut with a deft click. he rumbles a soft " thanks", she just hums back like it's silly of him to thank her. she plops back down onto the towel fixing the straps of her bikini. content under the warmth of the sun, " packed lunch for later too." she murmers soft. 

a small grin overtakes him, he watches her adjust those straps, thinner than usual- the one he hadn't seen before today- and settles back on the towel with a relaxed sigh. of course she had, always thinking ahead, always taking care of things..taking care of him when he didn't deserve it. it feels warm and domestic, like everything does between them. he tries not to think about how after today he won't see her face everyday, won't have someone looking after him. 

hes suddenly antsy grabbing his pack of malboros he'd thrown in the sand earlier and lighting one, when he sits back again his knee is pressed against hers. she leans into it, shifting so their hips press and tangling their fingers together, head half leaning on his shoulder. sun soaking into both of there skin. she hesitates for a second before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder from where her cheek rests on his bicep " m' gonna miss you so much." she murmers soft voice quiet and vulnerable. his chest tightens and his breaths come a little more strained, he leans down to press a small kiss to the base of her head, soft curls against his lips. he lets out a heavy exhale " christ.. m'gonna miss you too." he murmers unusually honest.  

she clears her throat trying to will herself not to cry, " better call me. m'serious. or i'll drive over". he can hear the small wobble in her voice, and he hates it. hates he can't fix this with a punch or an argument like he can do everything else. he nods stiff " course i will, make sure you're not bein trouble with me gone." he mutters. 

the next two or so hours they sunbathe, little stereo playing rock cassettes she knows he likes, he eventually greedily digs through her bag for their packed lunch.  

she watches him with soft amusement, nudging his thigh with her foot, " made that cutlet blt thing you like.", she hums soft, he grins at that. it was his favorite. had been since she first made it for him sophomore year when her mom was out of town for a week and he all but moved in for the week and ate her out of house and home.  

crispy bacon, chicken cutlet, fresh lettuce and tomato on toasted brioche with that herby mayo. without a breath he tugs back the paper impatiently and takes a huge bite- chowing slowly with a dramatic groan savoring every second of flavor and effort shed made.  

he chews, swallows, and- without thinking- leans over to press a quick kiss on her cheek.. salt from the ocean still lingers on his lips.  

" fuck," he says through another muffled bite, " you're the best." 

her cheeks heat up a little at the kiss, small smile on her lips at the praise. within a minute he finishes off his sandwich and wipes his hands on his board shorts. 

after that the day passes slow: tanning together, him surfing, swimming a little and her whining about hi splashing messing up her hair ( because she did it with special care knowing it'd be the last time he'd see it for a long time), she snaps little polaroids of him all day.  

like she wants to keep him alive in image, held close. he fights against the waves, riding bigger sets with that effortless grace he'd had since childhood. each time he came back in, saltwater dripping off his hair and chest.  

a little past mid-day he decides he wants his own picture, cockily grabbing the camera for himself. in one smooth move- still dripping wet from his last swim- he plops down on the sand beside her.. then easily yanks her close with his free arm. before she can protest, or pose, or fix her hair there's a flash and a loud click.  

She whines mumbling something about how she wasn't ready. He ignores it completely, because yeah, maybe those styled curls were a little messy, maybe there was a little sand on her cheek, bikini riding, or salt water in her lashes.  

but that's how he wanted her, real. the photo emerges slowly- the creamy white border first, then the image. and there they are: him, grinning like a fool with wet hair and sand clinging to his chest; her, mid-whine but undeniably pretty- soft lips parted in protest, eyes wide and surprised.  

he stares at it for a second. his chest does this weird squeezing thing again.  

without saying anything ( because he doesn't do mushy), he gently places the fresh polaroid on top of her little stack- the others shed taken of him today.  

then... he leans over. 

and kisses her.  

the kiss starts soft-surprised, hesitant on her part- but the second she kisses him back? 

need. 

that's all it is. pure, desperate need, like they've been holding this in for months, years ( because they kind of have). 

billy cups her face with one hand- still warm from the sun- and tilts his head to deepen it.  

slow at first.. then hungrier, more urgent.  

and when she finally pulls back- just an inch to breathe? 

he chases it. 

chasing her lips for another quick peck.. then another. 

her cheeks already golden from the sun-are now dusted pink, flushed with warmth and something deeper. he brushes his nose along hers once- a quiet nuzzle- before going back for another slow kiss: deep this time, lingering on her lower lip before gently sucking on it. her nimble fingers gently find there way into the wet long curls of his mullet. when they finally break away sharing a breath, he gently yanks her closer until she's half in his lap on the towel- sand sticking to there skin and sun beating down on them.  

she sits in his lap for a long while head resting soft on his chest, drawing little patterns on warm tan skin, before she suddenly rises. " cmon" she murmers low and warm, grabbing her beach bag.  

billy blinks- still dazed from the softness of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the weight of her in his lap- as she suddenly gets up. the sudden movement jolts him out of his thoughts.  

but he follows her movement immediately.  

he watches as she grabs her beach bag, sand falling off it in little clumps. her movements are soft but decisive- no hesitation.  

he recognizes that tone, she's not ending things quite yet- not for good- but somethings shifting. like she wants to move this day somewhere else before it ends. without a word ( because he trusts whatever she's doing), he pushes himself up and follows.

might make this into several parts, lemme know thoughts and suggestions, thank you!~

[satinonie]

black coffee with sugar

in which an outlaw used to living by his lonesome is challenged by a pretty smile.

A loud bark of a yell interrupts the serene silence of what was about to be her fluid grand escape. A figure tall and toned marches into the train car, weapon drawn and eyes scanning feverishly, they land on her hustling form stilling her with his strong gaze " you headin' somewhere darlin?" he drawls eyeing her and her prepared suitcase suspiciously. She looks over his broad shoulder at his men dispersing themselves among the train, " as a matter of fact I am, I suppose I've backed myself in a bit of a corner" she gestures towards the end car shed been planning to jump off from blocked off. He smirks his hat dipping slightly " why you do look like you've gotten yourself in a real bind, id offer you some help, but I'd have to warn you I may be more trouble than help." he says tone light. She grins back plump lips curling, " that's fine hun I don't think I'm in much of a position to be picky." she outstretches a polished hand bangles chiming to make a delightful bell sound " y/n" she introduces. Suguru's violet eyes flicker down to her outstretched hand, the bangles on her wrist catching the light of the kerosene lamp. His lips twitch, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth as he steps closer taller stature looming over her " Hun, huh?" he challenges low and smooth. He doesn't rush to take her hand letting his gaze wander over her, taking in the fine fabric of her dress, how it clings to her soft curves, and the glint of gold peeking from the large suitcase resting next to her feet. Finally, he reaches out, his large hand swallowing hers, his grip firm but not harsh, his fingers are calloused and scarred, the roughness a contrast to her soft warm skin. " Suguru Geto" he introduces himself, taking her in once again " Now why don't you tell me what a pretty thing like you is doin' on a train car full of rich bastards, and why are you so eager to get off it?" his dark eyes flick back to the suitcase, gold practically screaming at him. He's intrigued but he's not going to jump the gun, he's patient and calculated and he's not about to let her sweet smile and bangles distract him from the fact she's clearly got something to hide. She matches his gaze boldly as she answers looking down at the suitcase, he'd flickered his gaze to several times " let's just say were common minded" she gestures her head towards the next train car over full of rich socialites. " but don't worry, I'm not greedy I'll give you a little cut for helping me slip out" she says overly sweetly, shifting the suitcase of esteemed jewelry. Suguru's smirk deepens at her boldness his violet eyes narrowing as he takes in her confident demeanor. He doesn't miss the way she matches his gaze, her own eyes glinting with mischief that mirrors his own. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under his scrutiny, and it only makes him more intrigued.

" Common-minded, you say?" he muses, his tone teasing but thoughtful. He steps closer his boots clicking against the floor as he leans in, his voice dropping " You and me, sweetheart, might just get along real well. But let's get one thing straight- I don't do ' little cuts', If I'm helpin' you slip out of here, I'm takin' my fair share. And trust me, it's gonna be more than a 'little' ".

His hand tightens around hers slightly, his calloused fingers brushing against hers in a way that can almost be mistaken for possessive. He doesn't let go just yet; his gaze locked on hers as he sizes her up. Shes bold sure but she needs to know she doesn't have the upper hand.

" Now, let's see what you're really packin' " he says voice smooth but firm as he releases her hand and gestures towards the suitcase. " if we're gonna be partners in crime, I need to know what im gettin' into. And don't try to sweet talk me, sugar. I've been around long enough to know when someone's tryin' to pull a fast one."

She lets out a hum of surprise at his demeanor, impressed, sitting the suitcase down and gesturing for him to kneel beside her, lightly patting the floor " don't worry i won't skimp you" she eyes him up and down " though you don't look low on cash" she teases. she pops the suitcase open with a satisfying click the layering gold and jewels sparkling, she lets him get a glance before popping it back shut, resting the suitcase against her full hip. She dramatically frowns addressing his later comment " ah what a shame sweet talk is my specialty yknow' " she teases lips curling up to expose small dimples.

" Low on cash?'' he repeats, his tone low with mock offense as he leans back on his heels his kneeled tall frame towering over her " Sugar, you'd be surprised how expensive it is to keep a compound full of outlaws fed and armed. But i aint' complainin'- this little haul of yours might just make my week.''

He watches her snap the suitcase shut, his eyes lingering on the way she rests it on her hip, the movement effortless despite the weight. Theres something about the way she carries herself- confident, unshakable- that's drawing him in a little more than he'd like to admit.

" Sweet talk's your specialty, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and teasing as he leans in closer " Well, sugar, you're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna get on my good side. Ive heard every line in the book, and I aint easily impressed." His lips curl into a smirk of his own his gaze dropping to her plump lips and the soft dimples that appear when she smiles. Shes playing a dangerous game and he's more than willing to play along- for now.

" But I'll tell you what" he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper " You keep talkin' sweet and i might just let you keep a little extra for yourself. Just don't go thinkin' you've got me wrapped around your little finger. I'm a hard man to please, y/n". He stands then, his tall frame shadowing her as he offers her a hand to help her up. His grip is firm, and he speaks " Now, lets get you out of here sweet thing."

She takes his hand gracefully making sure to linger her hold longer than necessary leaning slightly against him on her way up. She crouches slightly dusting her knees off before she speaks slyly " Do lead the way Mr. Geto."

Suguru's smile deepens as he feels her hand linger in his, her touch warm and deliberate. He doesn't miss the way she leans into him as she rises, her body brushing against his for just a moment longer than necessary. It's a subtle move but not one that goes unnoticed by him. His violet eyes flicker down to her, his gaze sharp and calculating, though there's a hint of amusement in them now.

" Mr. Geto, huh?'' he hums, his voice low and smooth as he releases her hand, though he makes no move to step back. He's close enough where she can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of tobacco and leather and a heavy earthier herb smell wrapping around her like a cloak. " Sounds awfully formal for someone who's just about to become my partner in crime. You can call me Suguru, sugar. 'Mr. Geto' makes me sound like some stuffy banker. "

He takes a step back then, his tall frame moving with fluid grace as he gestures towards the door of the adjacent train car. " Now, let's get movin' were loosin' daylight" his tone is casual almost nonchalant, but there's a sharpness to his words hard to ignore. As he leads the way, his boots clinking, he glances back at her over his shoulder, his smirk returning. " Keep up, sugar" And try not to make too much noise with those bangles of yours. Wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention".

As they move through the train car, Suguru's hand rests on the hilt of one of his pistols, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. He's calm, collected, but there's a tension in his posture that's hard to miss. He breaks her observations " You got a plan for where were goin' once were off this train?" he asks glancing at her " Or are you just wingin' it? 'Cause I gotta say, sugar, wingin' it aint exactly my style."

She eyes him beginning to glance over her shoulder as well checking the coast small footsteps as quiet as a barn mouse " Awfully brave of you to ask me for instructions" she starts " and here i saw you as the commanding type" she ponders quickly " I have a few ideas if you need." She gestures for him to scooch along trained ears picking up a distant sound.

Sugurus grin widens at her teasing, his violent eyes glinting with amusement as he glances back at her. " Brave, huh?' he challenges lightly " Sweetheart, Im the commanding type but even I know when to ask for directions. 'Specially when im dealin' with someone who's got a few tricks up their sleeve." He doesn't miss the way her small footsteps are almost silent, her movements quick and precise. Its impressive, and it only adds to the intrigue she's already sparked in him. When she gestures for him to move along he doesn't hesitate, his tall frame moving with a fluid grace as he follows her lead.

" Alright, sugar," he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he leans in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. " Let's hear those ideas of yours. You got a place in mind? Somewhere we can lay low and divvy up the spoils?'' he asks.

She nods answering him " I built a few hideout spots during my tinkering times; you got a directional preference, and I can provide a temporary hideout" she confirms. She looks down at the end of the train car there about to leap from preparing herself. She feels him lean inwards an amused grin painting his lips " Tinkering times, huh?'' he questions voice heavy with admiration and curiosity " Your full of surprises, sugar. I like that.".

He doesn't miss the way she moves with purpose, her hands steady as she prepares for the final hop out of the train. It's clear she's done this before, when she mentions the directions and several established hideouts, he lets out a delighted laugh " Directional preference?" he muses, looking off at the scenery to ponder quickly before he responds " Southwest. Theres a town a bit past the canyons. We'll go to my spot I'm not sure if I trust your tinkering builds, sweetheart" he says tone lightly distrusting. He holds out his palm " Now, let's get movin!".

She only eyes his palm for a moment before taking it, allowing him to tug her off with him wrapping his arms around her waist and taking the brunt of the speedy fall, there close bodies suffering a few weak rolls from the drop. As they both get their wits together, she hears him groan lightly, hands still firm on her hips from there tousled position. She leans in earnestly, moving his long locks to check him over," You alright their cowboy?'' she questions voice soft and smooth. He nods his head giving her hip a squeeze of reassurance " m' just fine sugar, you alright?" he eyes her noting her speedy recovery slightly surprised. She nods finally pulling away from him " I'm not the one who took the brunt of it" she teases. He eyes her looking her up and down momentarily before smirking " Youve done this before, haven't you?" he lowers his voice now somewhat raspy with amusement " Jumpin' off trains, runnin' from trouble- it's not your first rodeo is it now?" he continues.

She glances back at him " once or twice" she answers simply with a soft shrug " don't worry I've got a good track record, i won't give you any trouble" she teases lightly. He eyes her disbelievingly, " Honey I get the feeling your nothing but trouble" he quips, hat dipping as he eyes her. " Now let's hope we don't catch some trouble in town" his eyes narrow as they continue walking in the direction of the hideout.

She eyes the area before tugging out a wrinkled-up map from the inside of her corset " Its Tolkei , isn't it?" she questions knowingly, pointing out a spot on her map. She looks over to him and he nods impressed " You been, sugar?" he questions curiously eyes dipping to where she'd just pulled out the map, gaze lingering a little too long. She catches his gaze when it crawls back up and she nods " Its nothing to worry about" she pats a hand to his chest before moving it to give a dismissive wave " real small, the worst you have to worry about is the rowdy drunks. not much trouble." she eyes him mischievously, stepping forward to trace a finger across the base of one of the pistols he'd rested his hand on subconsciously grinning teasingly " though I'm sure you could handle it just fine." she finishes and once seeing him stiffen and face contort, she pulls back laughing throatily.

His eyes narrow and his throat hitches as she traces the base of one of his pistols, her grin devious. It's a move that's equal parts daring and teasing, and it only makes his intrigue in her deepen. He watches her turn her back to him hiding herself from his view of her lips parting. eyes wrinkling, as her bell-like laugh synchronizes with her shifting bangles clanging. He repositions his tall form to get a better view " Oh I can handle it just fine." he says, his voice low and steady, resting his hand comfortably on the hilt of his pistol as he steps closer. " But I'd rather not have to, 'cause when I start handlin' things, people tend to get hurt, and I'd hate for you to get spooked, Sugar". he lulls. He tugs them both forward, his palm pushing on her lower back momentarily, " Now hand over the map,I wanna make sure your not leading us astray, would be a shame for you to double cross me this early" he half jokes though part of his tone is stern he extends his palm in more of an order than request.

She rolls her eyes, sighing softly before plopping the map into his hand, " Lord someone's been unkind to you, I'm not dumb enough to double cross you mister." she motions between the two of them, his stature looming, pointing out how dumb the accusation would be. She quickens her pace annoyed but also to match his longer strides. He looks down at her a warm rumbling laugh leaving his chest " Unkind, huh?" he smiles amused, " Sugar, you've got no idea. But I'll take your word for it-for now". He hums as he digests her later comment " Smart girl, i don't think either of us would like what'd happen if you double crossed me. I don't get the roundabout from nobody- not even someone as pretty as you" he softens the end of his statement not wanting to scare her with his heavier comment.

She pretends the threat has no effect on her choosing to instead fan her face dramatically, grinning softly " pretty huh? why don't flatter me Suguru! ~" she drawls. He watches her intently eyes gleaming in interest at her silly gesturing, the soft laughter bubbling from her lips is infectious, and he is surprised to hear his own shortly after. He's not one to let his guard down easily but there was something about her that's making it harder to stay aloof. " Flatter you, huh? Honey, I get a feelin' I'll be real good at that. Why with that smile of yours and those eyes." he drawls " those eyes they're like a wildfire- hard to look away from and even harder to put out." he grins touching the curled end of a piece of her hair before backing away. " But don't go thinkin' you've got me wrapped around your little finger" he says sharp and knowing, " Im a hard man to please, sugar, and I don't give my trust easily. But I'll tell you this- you've got my attention. And that's not something i give lightly."

They continue on for an hour or two before reaching the small town, they catch no trouble and Suguru leads them to his hideout tucked near the deeper part of the nearby canyon. As they reach the hideout, Suguru pauses, his tall frame blending into the darkening night before he looks at her tugging her in " Welcome to one of my humble abodes, It aint much but it'll do. Now let's get down to business. You got that suitcase of yours and I've got a few questions. Let's see if we can't come to an agreement, sugar." he says voice stern but not harsh. She eyes the place momentarily giving him a soft whistle before turning to the table herself, she sits the suitcase down carefully between them, straddling across the bench to sit down. She does another look around to ensure there alone warily before popping open the suitcase again.

He watches her like a fox his slim eyes taking in every movement, how she handles the suitcase with care, the shift of her hips straddling across the bench, and how her pretty eyes dart around the room to ensure total privacy, finally shifting his gaze off to the glittering contents of the suitcase. He lets out a low whistle " Why didn't you hit the jackpot, sweetheart! But I'm curious how'd you manage to get your hands on all this? I know very well it wasn't legal." he hums intrigued. She raises a brow slightly grinning at his question, " Now why would i tell you that Hun? Wouldn't want you stealing my methods now" she tuts. He chuckles softly at that before eyeing the suitcase again " Alright Y/n, Let's get down to business. How much of this are you willin' to part with? 'Cause I gotta say I'm not the type to settle for scraps." he leans in. She taps her nails against the worn leather of the suitcase pretending to think before grinning up at him " what amount do you think your efforts amounted to?" she questions.

He smirks at her confident statement and if it was anyone else, he would of been much less amused " Alright then, I would say they're worth about half of whatya have in there. But since you're a lady, I'll settle for a third" he offers, eyes searching her. She lets out a hum pretending to think, " I suppose I could do a third but... I expect to be put up for the night, I'm not keen on moving at nighttime." she states firmly. He scoffs, offended look on his face " you think I'd let you run off this late?". He thinks tentively for a moment before speaking " Alright, a third, and I'll keep ya for the night, deal?"

She smiles proudly at his agreement, leaning across the table to extend her hand for a shake, the confines of her corset struggling from the position, chest prominent. She awaits his hand staying in the odd fold. Suguru's violet eyes flicker down to her extended hand, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he takes in the way her corset strains against her chest. His lips twitch, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he practically dives forward, his rough hand closing around hers in a firm, possessive grip. He lets out a deep breath not flinching from the close proximity between them " Now about how to split it." he begins, and she answers quickly " Got a pad and pen?" she questions. He nods reaching into an inner pocket of his worn leather coat pulling out a small, weathered pad and a stub of pencil, he flips it open to a blank page calloused fingers parting the pages easily with a known precision before offering it to her. She takes it gently and he raises an eyebrow " You do know now's not the time to be writing me a love note right?". She rolls her eyes at the comment before beginning to write " I'm going to make a log, organize the items by worth and then distribute our shares based off that" she explains simply. Her pretty cursive taking over the bag as he watches intently. She finishes in a relatively short amount of time going over her list twice " I know your gonna ask to double check so go ahead." she assures handing the pad over.

Suguru takes the notepad from her, his fingers brushing against hers, he doesn't miss the way her pretty cursive sprawls across the pages, each item neatly categorized and calculated with a precision that's hard to ignore. It's clear she's got a keen eye for detail, and it is silently added to the list of things about her that intrigues him. "Well, aren't you thorough," he drawls eyes scanning over the list carefully " Your right sugar, I was gonna double-check. Can't be too careful. But I've gotta say, you've got a real talent for this. You sure your not some kind of account in disguise?". She scoffs scrunching her nose " Absolutely not, don't insult me Suguru" she quips. She stretches,hip popping before looking around "Suguru" she calls softly "You wouldnt happen to have somewhere to bathe here, would you?" she questions hopefully, eyeing him from the side of her vision.

He hums a reply deep and rumbling before standing up "Bathe huh? Your full of demands, sugar. But lucky for you, I aint a complete savage. I've got a spot to clean up, not exactly a fancy bathhouse, but it'll do the job." he gestures towards a side of the room urging her forward " Follow me". He pushes off from the table heavy footsteps leading the way. He glances over his shoulder shortly " Don't worry sugar, I'll make sure your real comfortable. After all, you're my guest. And I aint about to let a pretty thing like you go without a little luxury." he teases softly sincerity hiding in his tone. When they reach the small bathing area, he gestures towards the small wooden tub," There you go, sugar. Fresh water, clean towels, and a little privacy. Take your time- I'll be right outside if you need anything.", she lets out a pleased hum at the setup watching him retreat just outside of the door for what she presumes to be protection. The gesture makes her smile softly. She begins to strip her outerwear, long skirt pooling at her feet, she fidgets with the lacing of her corset for a few moments before coming to the realization it must have knotted earlier during there escape. She contemplates for a moment before peeking her head out the door slightly "Suguru, hun?" she starts softly " Would ya mind doing me a favor?" she gestures at the knotted lacing. The sound of her voice draws him from his thoughts and smiles softly as he takes in the sight of her slightly pouting barely peeking out the door, looking down to see the troublesome corset. He nods a silent answer to her question giving her a come here gesture. She shuffles over facing him so he can attempt to fix it. He glances down at her taking the top of the corset gently his large fingers fiddling with it carefully " Got yourself in a bit of a bind here dont ya honey?" he says softly.

She flushes under his watchful gaze watching his gentle fiddling with the knot, he breaks away from his focus on the knot to catch her fluster small smirk growing on his face " This knots givin' me a little trouble sugar." she's not prepared for what he does next his hold on the lacing tightens and he tugs her forward before leaning down to her chest tugging the knot between his teeth. It comes undone quickly and she has to grasp it against her chest eyes widening in surprise as she matches his gaze. He lets out a soft laugh " God you have that thing tight, how do you breathe in that thing." he eyes her clenching the material to her chest and he smirks " Looks like ya dont even need it from what I can see" he teases. Her flush manages to darken " I barely can" she answers truthfully. He eyes the corset as if its wronged him, poking a finger to the now weak boning watching her jump at the contact. He laughs lightly and she steps back slightly " Thank you for your help" she says softly quickly scurrying back into the bathing area. He smiles at her sincere thanks enjoying seeing a more mellow soft side of her.

She bathes quickly scrubbing off the evidence of their eventful day, she crawls out of the tub drying off before eyeing the garments laid out. They appeared a bit too large for her and she quickly understands why when she places the smell of tobacco and light earthiness. She slips on the loose top it rests slightly off her shoulder and shuffling into the soft linen pants that try to slip loosely off her hips. She slips out the door of the bathing quarters soft footsteps momentarily surprising Suguru, who leans casually against the wooden post of the bathhouse, his black cowboy hat tilted low over his eyes, shielding them from the dim light of the kerosene lamps. The faint sound of water splashing had stopped moments ago, and now he hears her voice, light and cheerful, cutting through the quiet night. " All done!" she calls, he doesn't look up immediately, letting the corners of his lips curl up into a slow, knowing smile. " All done!" she calls. "All done, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He finally lifts his head, his violet eyes locking onto her as she steps further out. The sight of her in his clothes brings a soft smile to his face despite their extremely loose fit. " You clean up nice, Sugar," he pushes off the post stepping closer to her, his boots crunching softly against the gravel as he moves in, "Though I gotta say, they do look better on me" he teases. She brings the shirt to her face pretending to recoil, " I did think the odor was familiar." she jokes.

He rolls his eyes nudging her in a testy way with the tip of his boot " watch it. although speaking of odor..." he gestures to the bathhouse, " it's my turn." he dips his hat softly slipping past her. He remerges moments later long black hair wet and clinging to his toned shoulders, dampening the thin shirt underneath. He interrupts her checking him out with a deep clearing of his throat smiling once she matches his gaze, " You look exhausted sweetheart, c'mon." he beckons her back into the hideout leading her to a closed off area. As they enter Suguru stretches lazily, his muscles loosening after the long day, and runs a hand through his damp hair, the faint scent of soap lingering on his skin. The kerosene lamps cast a warm, flickering glow across the room softening the rough edges of the place. He glances over at her, who's already made herself comfortable on the cot he quickly set up, her hair still damp from the bath they'd taken turns with. He eyes her amused " you look like your about to drop, sugar." he teases. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with those sharp violet eyes. He watches her sink further into the cot eyes heavy but not wanting to fully have her guard down quite yet. It's a smart move and one he can relate too but still he's itching to see just how far shell let her guard down around him.

" You know" he starts, stepping closer to the cot " Your welcome to share the bedroll with me. It's a bit more comfortable than that old cot. 'Course I aint exactly the type to cuddle, but I'll make an exception just for you, sugar.", his smirk is sharp, his tone teasing, but there's a hint of something more in his eyes. She eyes him unimpressed, turning her back to him as her reply. His smirk softens " Alright then y/n, get some rest, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. And don't worry- I'll keep an eye out. I'll keep ya safe" he states tone light. She mumbles out a soft " Goodnight Suguru" before quickly dozing. he calls back giving her a " Sweet Dreams, Sugar" himself far from sleep.

As the night progresses, she tries to sleep but the night wind blowing through the hideout and her wet hair causes her to shiver violently, sleep now far from her grasp. She tries to push through it for an hour or two before grumbling and crawling over to his bedroll. Suguru's sharp eyes catch the poorly veiled shivers that run through her body as the night wind sweeps through the hideout, a night chill settling in the room. He's been pretending to sleep, but the truth is, he's been keeping one eye on her ever since they settled in for the night. When she finally gives up on pushing through the cold and moves towards his bedroll, the thought to stop her doesn't even cross his mind. He shifts slightly, making room for her without hesitation. His smirk is faint but unmistakable in the dim light. " Could've just asked, yknow'. I don't bite. Well, not unless you ask me to." his words are teasing but there's a softness to them as he glances down at her. He watches the shivers still course through her with a frown, eyebrow slightly creasing in worry, he offers up his warmth. Shes much too cold to do her usual teasing back so she settles on accepting his warmth burrowing against him with a soft " thank you", shivering beginning to stop.

Suguru watches her shivers begin to cease, her body leaning into his warmth. For a moment he's caught off guard by the vulnerability in her voice, the way she softens just enough to let him see the girl behind the bravado. It's not often he sees this side of someone, and it stirs something in him- something he's not entirely sure he wants to acknowledge." Don't mention it." he murmurs softly his arm tightens around her instinctively, pulling her closer as if to shield her from the cold. He glances down at her, his dark eyes softening slightly as he takes in the way she's curled into him, her body seeking his warmth. It's a rare moment of quiet between them, a break from the usual banter and tension. For a moment, he lets himself relax, his sharp edges softening just enough to let her in. "You're not used to this, are you?" he asks, his voice low and soft as he looks down to her. " The cold, I mean. You're not from around here, are you, sugar?" his tone is casual, but curiosity is softly laced into his words.

She nods in confirmation, head nearly against his chest. " I came down from i/t, it's a lot colder here." She answers before softly grinning opening one eye to look up at him " am i that obvious?" she jokes. Suguru smiles softly at her peek and grin, he leans further in, " Obvious? Nah, Sugar". He lets out a soft breath thinking for a moment " i/t, huh? that's a long ways from here, can't have your pretty self traveling with all that gold by your lonesome, can we?" he says softly exhaustion starting to hold in his tone. She nods sleepily " some protection would be nice" Suguru watches her fight exhaustion softly dozing in and out " Some protection huh, well aren't you lucky then sweetheart?". She smiles softly humming against his chest, feeling him adjust loosely wrapping an arm around her waist, she murmurs out a soft " night." before she feels herself doze off. Suguru feels her body relax against him, he relaxes against her, the smell of cherry and lily filling his senses, he pulls her form closer resting his head above hers, "Night, Sugar".

Authors Note: This is my first writing so please let me know if there were any mistakes or if you have any requests or recommendations! I'd love to make this a series if anyone is interested.