Will you please write 20 for Rhett Abbott? Arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."
Rhett is still somewhat convinced he's dreaming.
Because why else would you be fucking him?
You're basically a dream come to life. Beautiful, kind, a bit of a spitfire.
"Rhett?" You swiveled your hips, eliciting the prettiest groan. He didn't believe in heaven, but Rhett was pretty sure your pussy was the closest thing to it.
"You okay, baby?" You cooed. He was just so....pretty. Sunkissed hair damp from sweet, the ends curling. Face contorted in pleasure as you worked yourself up and down on his cock.
"Y-yeah. Y'just feel s'good," his words were slurred. But Rhett hadn't drank any alcohol tonight. No, he was drunk off of you, off of your pussy that had a vice grip on him.
"You're such a sweet cowboy." Raising yourself up until you were almost off his cock, you paused for a few moments before slamming down.
"F-fuck!" He thrusted upwards, cock spasming as he came undone, "Just l-like that...oh....God."
"That's not my name, but I'll allow it," you smirk, enjoying how his mouth hung open, nothing but groans falling out. His arms covered his face, something you'd have to reprimand him for later.
For now, you were fine with Rhett Abbott falling apart underneath you.
Can you please do meet cute 45) A owns a flower shop and B just needs the courage to go inside and say hello. For Rhett Abbott?
THIS ONE SCREAMS RHETT!! I'm so glad someone requested it with him!
Rhett Abbott had never felt more ridiculous in his entire life.
He was told they just needed a few things from the grocery store. Rhett hated going to the grocery store. It meant people and people judged and whispered things about him, regardless of if it was true (majority of the time it wasn’t).
But the grocery store was on the same street as The Wild Rose, Wabang’s brand new flower shop. And inside was you, the owner.
Rhett scoffed at the idea at first. There was no way Wabang had enough people to warrant a flower shop. Plus, folks had plenty of land, they could make their damn bouquets if they wanted.
Apparently people were lazy. It also helped that you sold wine and little knick knacks in addition to floral arrangements. Jars of speciality honey from a local farm, the wine from a nearby vineyard. Dish towels with funny sayings and food related puns.
It wasn’t a store Rhett would go into, nevertheless pay attention to. But Amy wanted to go and it wasn’t like Perry was going to take her.
There was a decent sized crowd outside the store, listening to the mayor drone on about how great this was going to be for the town, not just for Wabang but also for the surrounding area. Out of all the places to be on the ‘precipice of an economic boom’, Wabang did not come to Rhett’s mind.
Before he could roll his eyes anymore, the mayor introduced the owner of the shop, you.
God, you were beautiful with your bright eyes and dazzling smile as you spoke about how welcoming Wabang had been to you and how helpful when it came to making your dream a reality. Rhett was instantly smittened.
But he couldn’t just go up and talk to you. For one, you were busy cutting a red ribbon with stupidly giant scissors.
Second, you were luminous, vivid. Everything he wasn't.
Rhett knew he didn't offer much, if anything. His life was directionless; all he did was work on the ranch and ride bulls when he could (when his right shoulder wasn't acting up). He would just drag you down. So instead, he settled for the chances he could walk past your shop and peek into the window for a glimpse of you.
It was fucking pathetic. His family would give him so much shit if they found out. And yet, it was the highlight of his day, seeing you arrange a case, talk to customers. Rhett especially loved it when he caught you giving the floral arrangements to clients. The corners of your eyes would crease and the bridge of your nose scrunched up when you revealed your creation. It also allowed him to linger by the store window, to bask in your warmth for a little bit longer.
“Do you think they're pretty?” Amy asked one day while they were walking down the street.
Rhett let out a confused hum, turning his attention from your store window to his niece.
“The owner. You always look in their window when we pass by,” Amy explained with a giggle.
“It's just an interesting store,” Rhett grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he began walking again.
“Then you should go inside!” Amy called out as she ran after him.
If only it was that easy.
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Several months later Rhett was now standing in front of your door, rather than your window.
He should go in. He had zero reason to not go in. Rhett actually required your services. So it wasn't as if he was just going to stroll in there with no plan. Or worse, use Amy as a guise (God, he hated when Perry did that).
It was just….the thought of being in your presence, speaking to you. Having a conversation. Rhett wasn't much of a talker, never had been. Why would he, when hardly anyone was interested in what he had to say?
And the truth was, he didn't have to go in. He could figure this out on his own.
But when would his next chance come along?
It was the unclear answer that gave him the courage to turn the handle and open the door.
Your shop felt warm and inviting. One wall was filled with shelves, dedicated to displaying various colorful vases. In the middle, a designated ‘flower bar’ where folks could create their own bouquets. Amongst the store were various house plants and knick knacks.
“Hi! Can I help you?” A sweet voice caused Rhett to turn around, the air exiting his lungs upon seeing you.
He could only nod, at a complete loss for words.
You waited for him, to see if he would expand. When he didn’t, you simply smiled and asked, “What can I do for ya?”
With fumbling hands, Rhett got out the photo from his jacket, “Um…I need help identifying these flowers. They’re the wedding flowers she had and I wanna draw the bouquet as like a….like a gift. Figured it would last longer than getting a bouquet but I uh…I need help identifying them. I wanna look them up so I can get the details right.”
This was going horribly. He should have just bought a magnifying glass off of Amazon or find someone who could digitally restore photos.
“Do you know where they got married?” You asked, extending your hand out for the photo.
“Yeah, uh, here in Wabang,” Rhett answered, running a hand up and down the back of his neck, hoping his body was just warm and not turning a bright red.
“Oh, well that makes it much easier!” Rhett gave you the photo and you motioned for him to follow you to the counter. You got out a book that had a beautiful embossed floral design on the cover.
“I’m glad you know where they got married. It makes it much easier to identify. Also, considering WaBang has hadn’t a floral shop until this year and the nearest one was over an hour away, I’m assuming these are flowers native to Wyoming,” you explained, flipping through the pages.
You looked up through your lashes, “I can tell you what flowers they are and you can look them up. But am I safe to assume that as an artist, you’d rather have your references in person?”
“Oh uh, I’m not…I’m not an artist,” He mumbled, shaking his head as he shoved his hands into his pockets. A nervous habit he couldn’t seem to break.
“You’re creating art. Last time I checked, that makes you an artist…..” your voice trailed off, waiting to hear a name.
“Oh! I’m Rhett. Sorry.” How could he forget to introduce himself? “Yeah, having something I could look at and observe up close would be great.”
“Well Rhett, I’m more than happy to recreate that bouquet for ya. But I don’t have some of these flowers in stock, so it’ll take some time to order them,” you explained, “Probably like a week or so? If I have your number, I can let you know when they arrive.”
Rhett looked up, eyes wide in disbelief, “You want my number?”
Your nose scrunched up as you nodded, “Yes. I would love to have your number Rhett. Would hate for you to come in and I don’t have what you need.”
Rhett would do it. In fact, he even tried to assure you so.
“Well, I might need another photo just to ensure I’m accurate. How will I let you know?” You countered. Fuck, you had a great point.
So Rhett fumbled with getting out his phone, hands shaking as he passed it off to you.
“I’ll give you my number too if that’s alright. Just so you aren’t wondering who’s texting you.” Your giggle was so endearing, Rhett couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but feel his shoulders drop and relax.
He nodded, a small, slightly lopsided and totally sweet smile, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
You handed Rhett back his phone, “I’ll let you know if I need more info! And when I get them in.”
Rhett nodded, secretly (and seriously) hoping he didn’t look like an idiot with how hard he was smiling.
“I'll uh, see ya around?” He practically asked. You nodded eagerly, saying your goodbyes as he quickly got out of the store.
Rhett felt like he could finally breathe again once he was out of your store. That went well, right? He had your number, though it was intended to give updates regarding a gift for his mom. But he also had another chance to see you. Granted, once he was done with this project, he wouldn't have a reason to go into your shop. Maybe for Amy’s birthday, he could get her flowers.
The vibration of his phone broke Rhett out of his thoughts. It couldn't be….could it?
His eyes widened when he saw your name attached to the text. He nearly dropped his phone when he read your message.
I'm glad you finally came in! I've been wanting to meet you ever since the store opened :)
