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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

His hands were rough, in the best kind of way. The kind that proved he was a hard worker, and an even better lover. They were nimble, but sure of their movements as he toyed with the edges of her dress. She hadn’t bothered with undergarments before, and that hadn’t changed since they stepped out of the truck.

“If you’re not wooing me, then you sure as hell can’t call me trouble, Mr Bradshaw.” Her words didn’t come out as matter of fact as she intended. Truth be told, her body was already aching for him. Warmth pooled between her hips and she had to stave off the notion to move them. Instead, her back arched slightly, her bare leg sliding against the inside of his jeans.

“Troublesome is the fact that we have this place alone, and I’m not finished with you yet.” She’d cracked; her tone husky as she met his gaze. She didn’t want kisses, nor hugs. She wanted breathless moments and lips barely touching. She wanted him so wrapped up in her he could see straight, but Donna knew she needed to pace herself. This wasn’t a race, and the night was young. She’d take her time with Wes so long as he let her.

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She was right. He was as much to blame as she was. Wes’ hands moved further up, smiling as he felt bare hips. She really didn’t bother with undergarments. As soon as her leg slid up his, hips bucked upwards, slowly, as if trying to control themselves but unable to do so.

“Finished with me? We had something to finish?” He knew damn well what she was talking about, but it was too easy to tease her, in more ways than one. His palms wrapped around her hips as the strong man pulled her towards him, their bodies completely flush on the couch.

“There are a few things I need to finish as well...” Wes leaned forward, brushing his lips against Donna’s, lightly while his body was doing the opposite, pulling her hard against his core. This would take all night, but Wes didn’t mind.

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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

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“I envy you, Mr. Bradshaw.” Donna muttered, looking up at the man as if he were the stars she’d just witnessed a short time ago. She wanted to say more than that. Truthfully she did envy him, but there was something else she wished to say to him as well. Something she wasn’t quite sure how to morph into words. Instead, she reached, using the cushion underneath her for leverage so that she could kiss the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t much, but she felt the affection necessary. Wes was usually a quiet man, but he was giving up ghosts, secrets to her and for Donna, that mean more than any prize.

“You really know how to woo a girl, huh?” The blonde’s words were soft, the warm air from her lips reflected back to her against the crest of Wes’s jaw. “you take her on a road trip, through blazing heat, get her riled up, then manage to find the most beautiful, albeit chilly place on the map and take her there. Give yourselves only a couch, a fire, some whiskey and a blanket or two for warmth. You’ll melt a girls heart that way, Wes. Or worse, she’ll wonder what she’s done with her panties.”

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It’d be so easy to flip Donna on her back right now, in fact, Wes knew it was something the blonde wanted him to do. There was a fire burning deep within his gut. It started the moment he’d laid eyes on her and the dancer sure as hell wasn’t making it easy for him.

“Woo? Who said I was wooing?” He grinned, looking down at her, their lips inches apart. It had been years, so long since anyone had sparked his interest. Since his wife had passed. Yet here he was lying on a couch wrapped up on Donna.

Maybe it was the whiskey, but he couldn’t help himself, rough hands sliding up her sides, fingertips sneaking under her dress. “You’re trouble Miss Kennedy.”

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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

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The couch. That was all there was in this room. Donna grinned, the wild sort that forced her to look up at Wes and poke him in the chest. “You like havin’ me here, dontcha?” She accused, her tone joyful as she began to pull his legs on the sofa. It wasn’t a big piece of furniture, but she was agile, tucking Wes’s legs on either side of her before taking her place on his lap.

“Not too heavy I hope? Those scones your cousin makes might have helped me gain a pound or two, but I’m sure all of that extra practice before this next big gig’ll help get ‘em off of me.” She wriggled a bit, waiting for a groan to erupt from the man underneath her. He seemed to oblige in a disgruntled way, leaving Donna with a smug smirk as she finally rested her head in the crook of his shoulder.

“You make a nice pillow Mr. Bradshaw.” She muttered, the honey in her voice warm as she slipped her fingertips in the gaps between Wes’. She was much warmer now, her legs mimicking the same sweetness of her voice as she slid them against the insides of Wes’ calves, almost burrowing into the couch for added comfort.

“I’m still shocked by how much I’m enchanted by this place. She pondered, staring toward the crackling fire, Wes’ breath prominent on her shoulder. “I could see why you still call this place home even after moving to Montford. There’s a calling here. Something that draws you in and makes you never want to go anywhere else.”

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As Donna settled into his body, close into his body, Wes felt that familiar stir in his stomach. He shifted, trying to provide certain areas room to not be near the dancer, but she was making it mighty difficult and if she kept squirming, he wouldn’t be able to hide much for long.

“I do... but don’t tell Sue I said that.” He smiled down at Donna, one arm wrapped comfortably around her. Wesley had thought it would be strange having her here, like a betrayal almost, but for someone reason it just felt nice and that scared the mountain man.

“It’s beautiful. Definitely the place I’ll be retreating to when I’m too old to run from the cops or fight off other bootleggers. Wouldn’t be a bad place to call home permanently.”

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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

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Donna popped the cap of the booze, the burn singeing her throat as the liquid crawled down. She shuddered, goosebumps pricking up on her already chilled arms.

“A few more of those and I might be knocked out cold!” She chortled, wriggling her body so it fit perfect with Wes.

He was a saint to take care of her this way. She’d been the one to force him to take her with on this excursion, and although she’d proven to be a pain in the ass at times, it seemed that Wes hadn’t a problem with accommodating her. Even going so far as to pleasure her on the ride up. The thought had Donna clearing her throat, a warmth inadvertently heating the insides of her thighs.

“So, when did you start this thing? Your whole operation? Was it the prohibition act, or was whiskey always your field? You do a damn good job of it, I’ll tell you that.” She grinned up at him, nudging his jaw with the tip of her nose.

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It was peaceful, almost comfortable with Donna here. Something this home hadn’t been in a very long time. He took a swig of his stock and placed the bottle on the table in front of him. “Family’s always had this distillery, it just became a lot more profitable once the act was in place. Too good a chance to pass up really. So sue convinced me to join the family business, rest is pretty much history really.”

He held her close, enjoying the feeling of someone next to him. “Thank you for the compliment. You warm yet?” He ran his hand up and down her arm, tugging the blankets over them. The room was warming up, that much was for sure. “Might be best for us to sleep in here... warmest room in the house really.” Part of Wes wished he had thought this threw, but then he wouldn’t have Donna this close. It was a catch 22.

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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

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The cabin was beginning to warm, Donna’s face and fingertips tender as she brought herself closer to the flame. Wes was quick, his movements trained as he shifted the wood. The flicker of the flame didn’t hurt with his handsomeness either. He proved quite quickly that he was a mountain man, that he belonged in these woods and had the snuff to prove it. He’d done so back in Montford, but watching him in his own habitat was so natural. He could thrive here.

“Who knew you could catch frostbite so fast?” Donna chuckled between chattering teeth. “Ida thought that this fire would do the trick at warmin’ me up, but I’m sitting her with the damn shivers like I’ve been thrown in a half frozen pond or something.”

She shivered one last time for good measure, her eyes still staring up at Wes as she made herself comfortable on the rug. “Come sit, or rather, grab one of those bottles of shine you have and then come sit. I’m sure it’ll warm the both of us up. Plus, I have so much to ask you about this place, and the business. And about those stars. I must say, I’ve never seen anything like ‘em before.”

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Wes obliged, grabbing a bottle and another blanket and moving to sit close to Donna on the couch. Rationalizing that it was for warmth and nothing else. He sat down and opened his arms, waiting for her to snuggle into him, which she did.

“The business couldn’t be better to tell you the truth. It keeps my head above water as long as I stay out from behind bars... and this place, well I fucking built it so I know pretty much everything there is to know about it. Can’t claim credit for the stars, but I know a constellation or two. Ask away.”

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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

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“Famished.” Donna purred, her shoulders already prickly from the cold. Wes was right, it would take a while for the cabin to truly heat up, and no matter the amount of blankets she layered over herself, the blonde still couldn’t manage to find even the slightest tinge of warmth.

The sky seemed to turn pitch black within only a matter of a few minutes, and with the darkness came the chirps of the crickets and the distant howling of the wolves. Although chilly, Donna found herself fond of the crisp night air and the not so silent night. It was a vast difference from the city, but there was much to be appreciated about the wilderness, even if she hadn’t been in it for much more than half an hour.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Donna called from the doorway, her hands holding steadfast to the large blanket she’d cocooned herself in. “I may be small, but even Eugene can vouch for these gams. Stronger than an oxe I’ll tell ya!”

She didn’t hear anything for a moment, the echo of her voice bouncing back to her from each pine in front of the tiny cabin. It was a bit eery, but her thoughts drifted with her eyes as she began to notice the night sky. She found herself stunned, shell shocked by the sheer amount of tiny pinholes she knew as stars. There were clusters of them, dustings of little specks that seemed majestic as she stared at the vastness.

“Wow….”

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Wes peeked his head outside, smiling as he watched her see the star for maybe the first time. "Beautiful ain't it?" He said, moving out onto the porch where she stood. "I miss this, the view here. Too many city lights clogging up the sky back home." He leaned against the doorframe and watched her in wonder. "I'll tell you what, it's too cold tonight, but if you're nice to me, I'll build you a fire out here tomorrow night. Give you some time to really take it all in." She was beautiful, Wes couldn't deny that, and he wouldn't, but there was still something tugging him back and being at his old home wasn't helping. "Come on, lets get you inside before you catch a cold. Eugene would tan my hide." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her inside to sit by the fireplace. "It ain't much, but it's where I used to hang my hat." He took a seat next to her, stoking the fire with a poker.

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Home Sweet Home || Do Wes

The noise of the engine and the blast of the wind was all that hummed through Donna’s eardrums for miles. She fell in and out of consciousness, only stirring when they hit a bump in the road. Wes had left her speechless after their charade. It was unlike any man to not want something in return after the deeds he’d bestowed upon her, and although she found herself a little disgruntled about it, the blonde chose silence over argument. Wes was a troubled man, one that she had intentions to unravel, but to do so in one sitting was never as enticing as the slow peel of layers over time. She blinked wearily, startled when the truck jerked to a halt. It was dusk, but already frigid; an unfamiliar setting coming into focus as she rubbed her eyes. “Here already, cowboy?” She questioned, watching as Wes attempted to leave the cab as silently as he could. He was already gearing up, his massive hands filling out his work gloves until they practically split at the seams. “Were you plannin’ on keeping me out here in this frigid weather all by my lonesome, or were you going to invite me to meet your relatives?” She smiled wanly at him, her large blue eyes batting their lashes as they always did when Donna wanted to have her way. Truthfully, she would have stayed in that cab, perfectly content for a nap, but opportunity was knocking, and although she seemed the frail sort at times, Donna was desperate to prove her worth.

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It had been a momentary lapse in judgement for Wes. Donna was apparently a woman he could not control himself around. Which was why this entire trip was dangerous, much more than he thought it would be. He wanted to give her more time to rest as he unloaded the car, but she stirred and he couldn't help but stare at her. "No relatives yet, they'll be here tomorrow. Just gonna unload the car and get a fire goin'. Probably just as cold out here as it is in there, currently." He took the suitcases from the back. "You can follow me in if ya want." He began heading towards the home, opening the door and placing the luggage on the floor. He used matches to light a few of the old oil lamps and headed straight to the fireplace. His cousin's had brought wood over and made the place as hospitable as possible in the middle of nowhere. It only took Wes about five minutes to get a fire going. "Might want to hang out here until the house warms up a bit." He motioned at the couch next to the fire. Grabbing a few blankets he tossed them near Donna. "Can't do too much now that it's late. You hungry?"

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The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

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She hadn’t expected Wes to be so damn bold. His terms in regards to falling for a woman, let alone being with one were something she felt had been set to certain terms, yet here he was, making a move she’d never anticipated - a move that left her feeling rather hot and extremely bothered as she sun began to set.

Slowly, she pulled her skirt over her knees, watching Wes out of the corner of her eye as they moved down the rural roads that led to their destination. It was hard to tell in the dim light of twilight, but it seemed the sparkle in his eye had changed, the tone an even icier, more sinister hue than she’d seen in them before. It was enough to make her toes curl, especially when he was so damn close.

"Mr. Bradshaw, I think I may have to claim some sort of reward for not responding to you ever so kind gesture these first few times, but I have to say, you’re making it rather difficult for me to keep my composure."

Her voice was deep and sugary; a gooey caramel that coated her throat as she slid slightly further down in her seat, the bootlegger’s hand sliding up a mere inch on her thigh. She was hot, her thighs not only sticky from the summer heat, but from the thoughts of what Wes was capable of with those fantastic hands of his.

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The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

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"I would say you’re right, but what kind of mess would I be in if you decided to turn this truck around and force me to stay in Montford for the night? I didn’t come all this way just to get denied my eye candy and a little banter from you."

Donna tilted her chin up, her nose in the air as sweat began to collect around her collar bone, the small fan that Wes had given her only doing so much to keep her blonde curls from sticking to her face.

"And to be honest with you, I think that look in your eye and the way you handled that gear shaft prove that there’s a reason you haven’t turned back around yet, Wes. You want me here, and you know it."

She was being a little brash, but the smile on her face was proof that Wes didn’t have to take her at her word if he didn’t want to. She was simply stating fact, fact that could be watered down in a heart beat if he chose for it to be.

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It was true. He did want Donna here. He could've left early, made sure there was no way the blonde would've ended up in the seat next to him. He could've even at least fixed the seat last night when he noticed it, but he hadn't. Instead, Wes had let them play their 'trick' on him, which meant Donna was right. He wanted her here... and he wanted her close.

"You're right." It was simple. A two word sentence, but it admitted much more the Wesley had ever said to anyone. So as they were nearing their next stop sign, Wes' hand slipped, coming to rest on the inside of Donna's thigh. This had happened a few times throughout their trip, but instead of moving it back to the steering wheel, he let it rest there, his rough calloused skin pressed firmly against her smooth soft flesh.

He didn't move his fingers, or even try and shift the placement of his hand. Wes just left it there, splayed across her upper thigh, waiting to see if the woman would comment on this move or if she would just let it go.

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The heat was the wicked, blistering kind. They’d said it would be one of the hottest summers on record, but as Donna hiked her leg onto the dash, her hands fanning frantically at her face, she realized she may actually pass out.

To add fuel to that fire, Wes had shown back up, the sight of his removing his shirt in the mirror had made Donna lightheaded, her mouth all the more dry as she watched his muscled bend and bow as he moved.

"I know you might be considerin’ that outfit you got there, demure, and I know it’s hot as Hades out here, but my word, Bradshaw, You’re makin’ it hard for a woman of my caliber to keep her paws off of you."

She made no bones about staring the man down when he slid into the truck. it took every ounce of her not to climb right on top of him and have her way, licking and kissing a trail from his collar bone, all the way down to those hip bones that teased her with every breath he made, but she was a lady, and decided that only snide, half derogatory comments would have to do during a time like this.

"Would you mind if I took my shirt off?" Without hesitation, Donna pulled her top overhead, not bothered in the least that she was now just in her brassiere and flouncy lace skirt.

"Now that’s more like it!"

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"You want me to get arrested don't you?" Wesley couldn't help but look at her, the half naked woman now ridiculously close to him. He knew the game she was playing and two could most certainly play. "Fine." He raised his eyebrows in the blonde's direction before slipping out of his button down. tossing it behind the seat.

"Now we're even." Wes may have sworn off being with another woman, but he wasn't blind or dead. Having Donna half undressed next to him was only making the bootlegger sweat even more.

Wes leaned over, starting the car, his right hand sliding between the blonde's legs. He didn't care at the moment if they touched, they were past that point. His fingertips brushed against her inner thigh as he moved to first gear, the car jerking forward as it moved back onto the highway.

"You're trying to break me, aren't you? You don't have a cousin in Canada... " Wes was a country boy, but he was far from dumb. And as much as he knew he was being played, it wasn't as if he minded much.

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Donna barked out a laugh, looking down at the gear shift that was so precariously positioned in between her legs. With reckless abandon, she clasped her hands in front of her face, mouthing the words ‘thank you’ to the gods and of course Sue, whom she was sure was mentally finding their predicament hilarious.

"All you gotta do is ask, sugar." Donna winked, spreading her legs slightly, giving Wes slightly more access to the gear shift between her thighs.

"Gonna be a long ride, eh?" She quirked an eyebrow at the man. Clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I promise I won’t make this more uncomfortable than it needs to be."

Sitting herself up properly in the space next to Wes, Donna moved her legs mechanically, allowing the man proper space in order to operate the vehicle.

"Now onward before we lose this last bit of sunlight!"

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Wes let his hand fall onto the gear shift, pulling it into first slowly, wanting to make sure he didn't do anything too inappropriate. "Somehow I doubt that Ms. Kennedy..." He knew for a fact that Donna would do her best to make this extremely uncomfortable for him, even if only to make him blush.

The began to drive out of town, a soft silence falling over them for a while. He'd bumped her thighs a few times, but quickly moved his hands. It didn't seem that Donna really minded. The longer they drove the hotter it got, so when they stopped at a nearby petrol station, Wes removed both his undershirt, tossing it in the back of the truck, leaving him in just his pants and open button down.

"I got this fan for you, sorry if Sue didn't warn you this trip was hot as hell... shouldn't be too bad once the sun goes down." He handed her the fan and rolled down their windows. He was sweating, the persperation dripping down his chest and sliding from his forehead down to his beard. Normally he'd take off his entire shirt, but since there was company, he figured he should remain somewhat decent.

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Donna beamed, chuckling as she stared at the torn seat that should have been hers. She was sure there was such thing as having a favorite person now, and that person for her was Sue.

The prospect of getting cozy with Wes was a wonderful one - one that she hadn’t thought of before, but was grateful her partner in crime had. Besides, Wes didn’t look to mind in the least, and with a drive this long, things were bound to get a little bumpy.

"Fair enough. Your cousin is a hoot though, you have to admit." Donna chirped, dusting her hands off before attempting to hoist herself into the vehicle.

"Would you mind helping a damsel..?" She questioned, a knowing grin written across her lips as Wes shook his head.

"What? I truly need your help gettin’ in this beast!" she playfully accused, winking at Wes as he wrapped a warm hand over her hip, guiding her inside the cab.

"See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it? Just helpin’ a friend in need."

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"Ya'll are terrible. I need to make sure you two schemers never get to be alone together..." Wes shook his head, hands slipping around her petite waist to lift her into the truck. Wes surprised himself. Normally he'd be more perturbed at this forced interaction, but he actually found himself mentally thanking Sue for the push, though he'd never admit it.

"Right... well Damsel, are you all settled in?" He reached across her lap, tugging the seatbelt around her body. Damn this woman for making him feel fuzzy, his head much more clouded than it had been in ages.

"Lets get this show on the road." Wes moved around the vehicle, sliding into the seat next to Donna. They were definitely touching, there was no away around that... and of course, the gear shift.

Wes started the car and paused, looking at the stick he needed to move in order for the car to be put into motion. Fuck Sue, he thought. "Um... Donna... I know we don't know each other too well... but um..." He pointed to the gear shift. "I'm gonna need you to spread your legs a bit."

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The Spontaneity of Good Fortune

With bags packed, and her small apartment locked away, Donna headed toward what she now considered her other home. Southern Charm wasn’t far at all from her place, in fact it was less than a block away, which meant good news for the blonde and even better news for the business of the bakery.

Genie hadn’t taken a liking to it though, as he’d come to call her doughy from too many scones and croissants. She didn’t mind though, if seeing Wes meant a few more high kicks during practice, then so be it. Seeing those electric blue eyes and the sly smile were worth it to Donna any day of the week.

This one was going to be an interesting day all the same. She wasn’t sure if Sue had mentioned to the man that he would have a passenger on his trip to Canada, nor had she really thought about what would happen once they got there; but for Donna, the small details didn’t matter. She was far more concerned about her daydreams of Wesley Bradshaw in hardly a stitch of clothing to care about benign particulars.

“I’ll take a large coffee to go, and two… no, better make it three blue berry scones.” She chirped, tapping on the glass with her free hand, her smile wide as she hoisted her rather heavy bag onto her shoulder.

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Wes had already packed the old truck up, creating fake luggage in the back to store the whiskey. He knew some guys at the border, but you never can be too careful. He made a small space near the end of the truck bed for Donna's luggage. Wes protested the idea at first. Not because he didn't want Donna to go, but because he knew Sue's real intentions. However, after a solid hour of sweet talking, he was convinced and Sue's plans were set into motion.

"Three scones? You know Genie already came over here to yell at us for feeding you so much... said that I'd better put out soon or he was gonna lose his best dancer to a pastry overdose." Wes grinned, dropping three scones into a bag along with a bagel for him. He made their coffees and put everything in a neat little carrying tray Sue had come up with.

"We'd better hit the road soon, its a good whole day's trip up past the border." Wesley grabbed her bag, hoisting it right over his shoulder with ease, taking the tray in one hand. He led Donna out to the truck and handed her their road trip snacks as he secured the luggage.

"Hope you don't mind sitting in the center... it seems Sue had a little accident with the seat earlier this week, ripped the cushions right off. She said it was cause a crate got caught on the leather... but I have a small feeling this wasn't an accident." Wes shook his head. When Sue had plans, she went all out.

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What Was I Thinkin' || Do-Wes

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The warmth of Wes’ hands spread across the expanse of Donna’s skin. She smiled at the thought of it; at the thought of him dressing her. and chuckled as she imagined him doing the opposite. But that all came tumbling down when Wes backed away.

She understood his plight, and didn’t fault him for not wanting to date, but she had to admit; five years was an awful long time to mourn. With a deep breath, Donna turned, an understanding expression on her face.

"I didn’t mean to pry, Wes. My intentions were to make you feel slightly uncomfortable, yes, but never to undermine you. Of course I want to continue being friends. So far, you’re one of the most sincere people I’ve met in this town and I need that kind of mentality in my life, no matter if it comes from a fellow or a lady.

The blonde wrapped her arms around the brute, squeezing him tightly before pulling back. She wasn’t done with him yet, but Wes didn’t need to know Donna’s motives. Sure, friends would work for the time being, but she wanted more, especially now that he’d made himself unavailable.

"You do realize I’m not going to apologize for the fuss I’ve already caused with the women in this town. Although you maybe off the market, it would be a shame not to at least admire you from afar."

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She felt good in his arms, fitting all too perfectly. He squeezed her back, fighting the desire to hold her there a little longer. He may have made a vow to remain single, but that didn’t mean he was dead inside. He was still a hot blooded male with full emotional capabilities, he just chose to ignore the thoughts in his head most days.

“Thank you, Donna, for understandin’. I’ve met plenty of women who didn’t really get it and I enjoy havin’ you in my life too much to simply throw you away just because you can’t keep your hands to yourself… although I don’t completely believe your intentions are all together… pure.” He smiled, pulling away from the hug to tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her soft ear.

“I won’t blame you for the fuss… but if they start crowdin’ me, you’ll have to answer for the mess you’ve caused. Cause I’ll just send’em your way. I already had one of the girls… Kate I think her name was, coming around to the shop wanting more than just pastries…” Wes placed his hat back on his head and extended his arm to Donna, letting her take it before leading the blonde out of her dressing room and back to where Genie and Sue were chatting.

“Well damn Wes, you don’t waste time do ya?” Sue giggled handing him a glass.

“It ain’t like that, we’re friends, you know my rules, woman.” He took the glass and pulled out Donna’s chair before taking a seat of his own.

“Uh huh… well fine, burst my bubble…” Sue turned towards Donna. “You and I should have a girl’s day, just the two of us.” Sue winked at her as soon as Genie and Wes were chatting obliviously away.

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What Was I Thinkin' || Do-Wes

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Donna chuckled at Wes’ charm, shaking her head at the man as she rounded the corner of the partition. He was devilishly handsome in a way that made her mouth water. It had been a while since someone had that kind of effect on her.

“You can look now. I’m nearly dressed.” By nearly, Donna had donned an all white number, the arms lace and the hem short. By most women’s standards, it would have been considered risqué, but gams were one of the things Donna knew she could show off, and show them off she did.

“Mind zipping me up, handsome?” The blonde giggled, turning around to expose Wesley to the undone zipper of her flashy ensemble. Yes, she was baiting him, and to her shock and awe he seemed to be obliging her every whim. Although at first he was stand offish, it seemed the new muscle in town was melting like putty in her hands.

Now if only he would take her in his.

“You’re not one to put the moves on a lady, are ya?” Donna questioned, peeking over her shoulder at the burly man. “I mean, here I am, half dressed in a dressing room and you just keep on keepin’ on with that southern charm. I know you just said your Momma raised you not to be a scoundrel, but goodness… you’ve got nerves of steel!”

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Wes wanted to touch her. Every fiber of his being wanted to reach out and run his fingers along her exposed back. She was fucking gorgeous and it wasn’t just the way the white lace framed her skin. There was something about Donna, something in the way she moved that made him a bit lightheaded. That sort of something he hadn’t felt since… well since Sara. But he wouldn’t admit that, he couldn’t.

But as much as he wanted to deny his attraction, the denial didn’t stop his fingertips from ghosting up her back as he tugged the zipper upwards.

“No ma’am. Don’t get me wrong, Donna. You’re gorgeous and I’m sure most men would be more than happy to be standin’ in my shoes right about now… Truth is, I haven’t been with anyone since Sara… my wife, passed away some five years ago. If I wanted to flirt, I’m not even sure I’d know how. Sorta just imagined I’d be that lone wolf… I mated for life and she died, so…” He took a deep breath. He hadn’t meant to go into this long rant, but he’d already dug his hole at this point. “That’s it for me… I had my time… so to speak.” The zipper was pulled up and Donna was now… mostly clothed.

“But… I do like you Donna, and hope this sorta thing doesn’t scare you off from being my friend…. No one says a boy and a girl can’t be just friends… yeah?”

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