Wandering Love - Chapter One -🤠💕🐞
Benny Lafitte x Reader (Willow)
A/N: Okayz! So I'm not going to lie, when the beautiful bugsie requested I write something about "dear Benny" I was overly excited, for some reason I'm just always happy to write about him. The bugsie said I could make write whatever, so yeah, I do hope you're going to enjoy this😅...
Side Note: Once again thank you for the love and support🐞💕🥰
Warnings: Drinking, Smoking, Fluff, Tiny bit of Smut, if there's anything else, let me know...💕🐞
Summary: A rugged cowboy, an outlaw if you may, fighting the demons of his past. The only time he felt true joy in his life was the short period he knew his wandering love. But now, he drifts around with Shadow his black stallion, gunslinging through the dessert towns.
Chapter One 🐞
The moonlight danced on the river, tracing golden, lines across the edges, you could see the river from where I lived, old wooden house, with a front porch, consisting of one single wooden rocking chair, half drunken bottle of whisky next to it, as for the ashtray, there weren't anymore space left, the cigarette buds, were just to many. I always sat there, rocking into the night, drinking away my demons, then when its nearly two in the morning I'll take the half drunken 'Jack' with me, go sit on my bed, and drink till I pass out!
But that particular night, something caught my eye, and of course I thought that 'Jack' had some extra kick in it, but turns out my eyes did not betray me.
There it was, the moon was dancing around, something, a woman, bathing in the river. "Hell did that not only happen in the movies? "
I took my old hat, walked down to the water, to see for myself what this woman-child is up to.
The closer I walked the more, the moonlight lit up her alluring beauty, her blonde hair wet and slightly wavy, the length wasn't quite known too me at that point, as the ends where floating in the river.
She was gazing up at the moon and stars, as if it held some kind of magic, we'll that night it did.
All I could see was the outline of her bare skin in the water.
"Howdy miss" his southern voice deep and low.
She squirmed at the sound of my voice, sinking deeper into the river, only revealing her plum lips and button nose, she closed her eyes, and opened it again as if she thought I was a ghost or something.
Her voice shaky but sweet, "Don't come near me mister, I...I... Am not alone."
"Okay City girl, then were is this other person your hiding?" Mocking her
"I'm not from the city," she huffed
"Well, little darling, if you were from here, you'd know there's gators in those waters " he warned
"I'm not your darling, wait! Gators as in Alligator's?" She hissed
"Yes missy" he smirked
She squealed as she ran out of the water, covering the most important parts of her body, hiding behind a big willow tree.
I couldn't help but laugh, the first time in ages.
"Your a jerk, you know that" she scolded
Just her head peeking out behind the tree, wide-eyed she glared
"Hand me my clothes and you better not take a peek" she warned
Glancing over the river bedding, walking towards the clothes, picking up the white summer's dress, striding towards the mysterious city girl, behind the willow tree.
"There you go 'Willow' your garment" handing her the white dress.
She takes it, but then yelps "Spider" letting the dress fly throwing it up in the air, right into the river.
Laughing hard, "Nice one Willow, now what?"
Her sweet voice brittle, "that's just great, I just stay here then"
Mockingly he says "Nice knowing you, hopefully the wolves won't come out tonight"
Terrified she replied "Mister aren't you going to help me?"
"Oh now I'm Mister again?" Clicking his tongue
"I'm sorry about earlier, please help me, she pouts
Removing his shirt, handing it to her "there wear that so long, I'll fish out your dress, we can hang it by the fire"
Her hand shaking, when she takes the shirt! "Thank you"
Wet dress in his hand, feeling her eyes on him, "seeing something you like Willow?" Teasing her
"Uhm no, don't be, crazy" she stutters, her cheeks slightly red
"Well come on now, let me get you by the fire" he suggests
Walking up towards me, then only did I realize how small she is. "Mister, uhmmm..." She stutters
"Speak up little woman-child" his husky voice, makes her tremble
"Your not a psycho are you?" Concern in her voice
"Not more than the average person" he laughs
"I don't think your very funny" she huffed
"I don't care what you think, your the crazy one, swimming or bathing in the river at night" he mocks
Clicking her tongue"I've always wanted to do it, I didn't think there was going to be a creeper close by"
Stopping dead in his tracks, turning to face her, admiring the way his plaid shirt, hugs her curves, "you should decide now, am I creeper or psycho" he smirked
"I'm so sorry Mister" rolling her eyes, adjusting herself so that she faces him, standing her ground, glaring at his delightful lips, scruff beard and sky blue eyes, broad shoulders and bare chest, faded blue denim, and old cowboy boots, thinking damn, he is quite something.
"Its Benny, that's my name, not Mister" his husky voice, is a bit more breathy than he intended.
Smiling "oh hello Benny"
Hearing her say his name, is more than he can take , leaning in placing a deep kiss on her lips.
He suddenly stops, realising that he might be wrong, he pulls back, his husky voice a mere whisper "I'm sorry"
Her voice sounded hoarse and out of breath, "Kiss me Benny" she demanded,
With out further due, he pulled her closer, he placed his hands on her hips, and his lips brushed over hers, in a deep passionate kiss, sensing the arousal and electricity in their bodies, he picked her up, not once breaking the kiss, he carried her up the porch and into his little rustic home, his hands exploring the velvet skin, his lips tasting her pleasure, the whimpered moans went on till early morning, the two of them devoured each other, over and over, seeing her lay entangled in his bed sheets that was once filled with his scent of sandalwood, musk and bourbon, now drenched in the sweet smell of jasmine.
He just layed there under the bedsheets with her body close to his, skin on skin, admiring her alluring beauty, a soft smile on her lips, when she woke up, looking into his eyes, the sunrise shining through the rugged window, falling across her face, thinking the way the light reflects in her emerald green eyes, he could write pages of poetry, and it still won't do this beauty any justice.
The pages of his journals are filled with details of how he and 'Willow' the dear woman-child spend their days, a smile crept up his rugged face, its been almost five years, and I still think about her, life has not been easy before I met her, but it sure as hell got a lot harder the day she left, as he rested his head on a sleeping bag, a little fire burning, Shadow his horse roaming around close by, the empty can of beans on one side of him and the bottle of jack still in his hand, his 45' tucked in the holster, replaying the words her sweet voice said "Benny I'm a wanderer, I have to run free, I can't be tamed, if you love me you'll let me go, I'll come back, once I've found what I'm searching" and with a kiss goodbye his city grown willow, got on the train.
Glancing up at the bright stars that fills the dark sky, he ponders where she might be, and with a sigh he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Chapter One Here :)
Chapter Two Here :)
Chapter Three Here :)
Chapter Four Here :)
