STITCHES 'N KISSES ── .✦ rhett winslow
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ rhett's been rather stubborn about letting you pamper her throughout her post-op recovery. short, sweet drabble
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; butch oc x femme!reader. country setting. post-op recovery (top surgery), fluff and comfort, no angst, not beta read we die like men. short drabble!!
⁀➴ wc; 819. MEN DO NOT INTERACT!
Rhett's never been one for keeping still. Even when she'd been five years old, she used to trail after her daddy until her tiny feet would blister. Working around the ranch is like a second heartbeat to her system, really. Getting cuts and blisters from gripping reins, lifting planks, and cutting wires makes it easy to breathe. Perhaps, any other person would find it silly, but life in Copper Ridge is all Rhett's ever known. High school had been something she got through for the sake of it, but she decided that college was a path and investment better fit for her younger sister, he really has only ever applied skills to that of keeping a land afloat.
And now, forced to remain cooped up in the house and limited to the movement she's used to, she's grown awfully restless. A little moody, if anything. You'd know.
He hates not being the one to open your doors. So much for putting your favorite coffee cup on the highest shelf so that she could get it for you, because he can't lift her arms much for the time being. It's embarrassing, how much he has to be babied.
The surgery had gone well. Rhett had been saving up for it ever since he was fourteen and had figured out that she wasn't fond of her genetics and the ample bust they came with. For many years, he resorted to — incorrectly — using bandages to flatten his chest. Thankfully, her mother caught on quickly, and got her a binder.
Still, it wasn't something Rhett was able to use 24/7. It's not as though he wasn't secure in her body. Lord knows the whole town recognized Rhett by the strut in her walk and confident, sharp hips. She just really hated her breasts. Sports bras and loose flannels did the job for many years.
Had Rhett never met you, then he would've gotten the surgery sooner. But she doesn't regret spending most of her savings on the ring now on your finger. You wouldn't be here, helping her heal, otherwise. He'll never forget the day he finally managed the courage to get down on one knee, wearing his Sunday best with a sparkling bolo tie.
It's been a few months since the two of you married. Much to Wade's chagrin, you moved into Silver Mesa. It's nice to live together, even if many mornings are accompanied by her mother's teasing when she walks in on you two feeling each other up before the crow of a rooster.
"Baby," Rhett grumbles, scrunching up her nose as you lift the spoonful of chicken soup up to her lips. "I can grab utensils myself, y'know? I ain't completely useless."
You huff, insistent, and press the spoon against Rhett's mouth. He has no other option but to oblige and part his lips, and there' no stopping the satisfied shudder that runs down Rhett's spine as the taste settles on his tongue. You choose not to tease him for it. "Who said anythin' about bein' useless?"
Rhett scoffs, petulant, "I did. Can't do anythin' for — how long again? — and I'm forced to stay here, cooped up like some broody hen. Can't even lift anythin'."
"Mm," A hum spills from your lips. It's funny, how accurately Rhett depicts herself. She has been acting like a broody hen, huffing and puffing up when she's left to stay still under your nursing hands. "It's only for a while, you know that. Besides, it's worth it, ain't it?"
"Yeah," Rhett digresses. He opens his mouth again, willingly this time, and swallows the spoonful of soup. "Guess it is."
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Rhett turns her head over her shoulder, catching your gaze just as you enter the bedroom. She huffs, rubbing the back of her neck to get rid of the flush there. For as sharp a silver tongue she has, Rhett's always gone red at the face whenever you compliment her.
Eight weeks have gone by since the surgery. The doctor's cleared him to do many things now, including not having to wear that compression vest all the time.
He shudders when your arms go around his waist, fingertips teasing at the base of her navel to make the lean flesh tense up even more. Rhett huffs, though doesn't move away when your hands ghost right beneath the scars. They're still very visible, but there's something awfully... nice about seeing them.
"You look like a real hunk with these." You mutter, pressing a kiss to her freckled shoulder. Rhett huffs, but takes the compliment in stride and gives the back of your hand a pat. "How's it feel?"
"Mmm," He hums, drawing the sound out whilst feigning thought. Rhett turns, sliding her hands over your hips to bring you much closer. "Still a bit swollen in some areas, but it looks damn good, don't it?"
"Yeah," You nod. "It does."
