Laughing, Athena reached over, slapping a hand across the other’s shoulder. Despite his hatred for more recent country music, there was simply no escaping Jesse’s love for the classics. Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash– John Turner, especially. ‘Long Black Train’ was a notable favorite, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could get him to stop once he heard Baby lock them doors–
“I do not need a concert right now, Jesse James McCree.” Still, she’s grinning; trying to stifle laughter through her hands. “I am in the middle of finishing this grant, and I don’t need to dance or sing or start FORNICATIN’ just because that man’s voice does things to you.”
⌠♞⌡ ;; “Oh, come on, Thena,” Jesse laughed, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning down, nuzzling against her ear from behind. “You been workin’ on your important business all day without any breaks, I think it’s about time y’ let yourself have a little fun.
“‘Sides...” He stiffled a snort, before crooning as best he could, “I’ve been thinkin ‘bout this all day long~”