A Little Sketch Of Travis And Laura. It Looked Cute So I Had To Do It.

A little sketch of Travis and Laura. It looked cute so I had to do it.

I will finish it sometime later.

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Stolen ❤️‍🩹

The alcohol ran like it was bottomless. Shot after endless shot. The heftier the burn, the better it was.

The chatter of the bar, the cacophonous live band playing somewhere deeper in the building, or maybe possibly down the street, it was all too much. Too loud. Too.. happy.

Travis wanted it all to stop. He’d only come for a few beers and then he’d head home.

If you could call the small, studio apartment that sat above the local delicatessen a ‘home.’ It was barren, the only furniture being his bed, a reclining chair, and a bookshelf. The only sign of life was his razor and toothbrush on the sink’s edge.

He didn’t have anything anymore. Not since that summer. He’d been demoted from sheriff and placed on desk duty.

What was left of his family didn’t speak to him. Wanted nothing to do with him. Cast him out with nothing but his name and the memories.

He didn’t realize it was the anniversary of the night it all ended until the next morning, when blonde hair was splayed across his pillow beside him. Golden strands tickling his skin, tantalizing and forbidden.

The warm figure of the girl- no, the woman, who had been the one to end the curse head on curled up against him, her hand resting ever so gently over his beating heart.

Like a whirlwind, she swept him up that night. It might have been the alcohol, or maybe it was tension that finally snapped between the two, or it was just his love-starved heart wanting to cling to something familiar.

His eyes roamed over her in the dim light of the morning sun. He’d be lying if he didn’t think she was the most beautiful person he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

They’d kept in contact. Texting mostly, but occasionally, they’d call each other. He must've reached out last night.

He felt ultimately dirty being beside her in looks alone. He was at least twice her age and thinking about that made him feel ancient.

At that moment he realized he was only in his boxers.

Mind reeling, his thoughts foggy and out of order. He vaguely remembered going to the bar and drinking, then getting irritated.. but then there was a flurry of her.

Her laughter against his skin, her dazzling smile pointed at him, her hands touching and prodding him –

He blinked, his eyelids suddenly feeling like they weighed a ton. Maybe if he went back to sleep, he’d wake up alone again. The mirage of Laura Fucking Kearney in only a pair of short athletic shorts and a bralette would be gone and he could wallow in his thoughts.

He closed his eyes.

••••

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, the room becoming brighter over time.

Her hand clenched and unclenched, then he felt her cold nose on the side of his neck. The tiniest exhale blowing over his skin.

“Morning,” she croaks out, a soft brush of her lips on his throat makes him tense up, even more so when she shifts her lower half against the erection he’d been ignoring due to the disbelief that she was actually here, “And morning to you, too.”

“How’d you know I was awake? Haven’t even opened up those baby blues of yours.” He scoffs lightly as his palm slowly slides back and forth over the curve of her hip, his own eyes are hardly even open, “Morning.”

“Mm, well,” she brushes her hand through his chest hair, “Logical answer: your breathing pattern changed. Fun answer-“ she smirks and rolls slowly against him, drawing out the friction. “Your cock is super noticeable when it’s twitching against my stomach.”

“Sorry,” he scoots back, ashamed, angling himself away from her, but she makes a soft noise and follows him. “Did I..? Did we….?”

“Didn’t say anything about having to move away,” she wrapped her arms around his middle, laying her head on his chest. “No, we didn’t have sex, Travis. You were so fucking out of it, I was afraid you’d not make it home in one piece.”

He licks his lips and swallows, “I don’t remember much, feels like I was hit by a Mack truck.”

“With the amount of shots you did? May as well have.” She laughs a little too brightly, causing a twinge in Travis’ head. “Want a retelling of the misadventures of Travis Hackett?”

“Fuck,” He groans, turning his head away from her, looking at the wall. “Yeah, yeah… keep poking fun at me.”

She adjusts herself so that’s she’s slightly perched on his chest, her arms crossed over the other as they smooth across the small, yet coarse hairs on his chest. “Hey, look at me.”

He doesn’t, just grits his teeth a smidge. He doesn’t dare look at her, he knows if he does, his heart will soften.

“Travis,” she nudges him, “Look at me, please.”

Stubborn and stubborn don’t mix well, so Laura has another idea. With a roll of her eyes, she pushes up and straddles him, sitting her ass firmly in his lap. She feels him shudder underneath her and she watches as his gaze bolts back to her in a panic. His dark eyes are so open, emotion flowing free, instead of the closed off looks she usually got.

“What’re you doing?” His voice seems to squeeze out of him, his hands are on the meatiest part of her thighs, his fingers twitching slightly with a need to touch.

“Getting your attention, obviously,” she rolls her eyes again, shaking her head, “Travis, you do realize that you are a good guy, right?”

He seems to deflate as he sighs, “Laura, I don’t need a pep talk. You don’t need-“

“Nuh uh, listen to me,” she shushes him with a finger to his lips, then cradles both sides of his face so he has to continue to look at her, “You are a selfless, kind man who needs to work on his talking skills.”

“You’re iron willed, a man of action who will get done what he wants done no matter the timing.”

“You’re stubborn and hardheaded… something that hits a little close to home,” she smiles down at him, and she swears she saw the tiniest fracture of his mouth curve up. Looking into his eyes, she sees the want of affection oozing out of those puppy dog eyes, “I’m not ‘poking fun’ at you to be mean, you know. Have you ever heard of flirting? It’s this cool new thing where people show their interest in people that they like.”

“Uh huh,” He grumbles, his thumbs padding circles slowly on her skin, the small black shorts she wore allowed her strong thighs to be on full view, “That’s usually reserved for kids, isn’t it? Not an old man.”

“I don’t see any old men around here,” she grins, making a show of looking around the room before leaning until her stomach is flushed with his, his warmth made her body sing, “All I see is my hungry, little grumpy bear who needs a little bit of honey.”

He whines, moving his hands to rest on her back, just below her shoulder blades. “Laura, please think about what you’re saying. You don’t want me.”

“You don’t think I’ve thought about this? About how much of a fucking taboo people think this is outside of these walls?” She lets out a huff, inching closer to his face, “No one else matters. This is only between you and me. Fuck them.”

He exhaled shallowly, their eyes locked. “But won’t you be embarrassed to be seen with.. well, me?”

Her eyes flick down and then over his face, “Definitely not, I like you, Travis. You make me feel good whenever we hangout, I like the feel of your hand on me when I walk in front of you on a crowded street, I like the sound of my name on your lips.” she sighs, “Fuck whatever anyone else thinks about it.”

She gently leans in before he can say anything, pressing her lips to his and then withdrawing with scorching cheeks, “I also happen to like how you look, so don’t be throwing all that old man shit around.”

He surges after her lips with a whine, smashing them back together. She opens her mouth in surprise, both of them moaning at the warm, wet contact.

Travis pulls back, sighing as she presses her forehead against his, “Okay, okay.”

She presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose as she adjusts herself, “You good?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I think I’m ready for that story.”

Laura laughs, snuggling into his chest, tucking herself under his chin now, “Mm, okay.”

“Grouchy as all hell, you arrived after work. You’d texted me and I was hoping we were going to hangout, but you seemed pissed,” she went quiet, “I might have suggested…a shot or two, to.. uh, lighten the mood.”

Travis snorted.

She closed her eyes and made an irritated noise, “Okay, you might’ve been drunk off your ass and did a couple body shots.”

He opens his mouth, mortified, but no words come out.

“Don’t worry, you were a complete gentleman,” she patted his chest, “A little sloppy, but you get so cute and clingy when you’re drunk, Trav.”

“Was the bar busy?” He almost whispers, afraid of how much he could have embarrassed himself in front of the townsfolk who all knew him.

“It wasn’t that bad,” she replies, “Some sort of game was going on, so most of the guys were paying attention to that and not the blonde girl in the other room getting salt and alcohol licked off of her stomach.”

He shuddered again, licking his lips. “You don’t seem to be hungover.”

“Didn’t drink,” she sighs, “Well, we shared a shot, but I wanted to make sure we both got out of there safely. You could say the nagging of a certain cop was in my ear all night.”

“Mm, good girl,” a hint of a chuckle, “Thank you.. for being there. For caring.”

“Of course,” she purred, “I had to wrangle the keys to your place off you, you seemed to think it was a fun game and kept pushing me against the door and kept ‘frisking’ me.”

“M’sorry,” his eyes drop, “Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she pressed a kiss to the column of his neck, “You were just a big mushy monster who wanted some affection.”

“We showered, got you all cleaned up and ready to go to sleep,” she exhaled, “And then we went to bed.”

She doesn’t tell him about the fact that he had told her that he loved her before they drifted off to sleep. While her heart soared at the confession, she didn’t want that to be the first time he said it to her. She didn’t want it to be because he was weakened by alcohol.

She wanted it full and hearty, in an expression that shook her from the core.

They’re both quiet, just listening to each other’s breathing.

“You think Tony has those breakfast sandwiches this morning?” She whispers, a smile on her lips, “I’m starving.”

“Can’t have you going hungry,” He squeezes her to his chest as he kisses her temple, “Let’s go check it out, ma’am.”

She smiled at him, sitting on the edge of his bed, “Can I borrow one of your shirts?”

“Take whatever you want,” he grunts as he gets up, “Didn’t think you’d ask, you usually just take.”

“Hm,” she stands and looks through his drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt with some sort of graphic for a band and throwing it on, “Yeah, well, things change.”

His chest pangs when she turns around and looks back at him. Even in his groggy state, she was everything to him, everything he had left in this world, “You did take one thing from me without asking awhile back.”

“Yeah?” She looks at him quizzically as he pulls in a pair of jeans, getting closer to him, “And what was that?”

He wets his lip, and shakily grabs her hand and places it back over his rapidly beating chest, “You took my heart.”

The smile she gave him was blinding and he wasn’t ready for her to tackle him back onto the bed, smothering him with kisses. It was an intense affair that left them both breathless.

A loud gurgle from Laura’s stomach however made him chuckle and withdraw from her.

“Breakfast time,” she smiled, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek.

“Breakfast time,” he agreed, taking her hand in his.

She interlocked their fingers and made their way downstairs. Happiness bubbling between the two.