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Snacks 🍫

It was twenty minutes until the store closed when a slightly high Laura dragged Travis in to get snacks.

As soon as Travis switched off the engine to his truck, Laura was jumping out the side and into the small grocery store. He had practically chased after her, even when stoned she was quick to lose.

She’d already grabbed a hand basket and was stalking the bakery section of mostly picked over baked goods when he caught up to her.

“Strawberry or apple?” Is all she says once she feels Travis behind her, the basket in the crook of her elbow as she closely inspects some streudals, the plastic package crinkling in her hands.

“Which do you like more?” He grazes the table, looking at the other pastries before flicking back up to the blonde.

“I’m asking youuu,” she pouts, setting the package back down on the table. “I’m not the only one going to be eating them.”

“…strawberry,” he says quietly, looking away and over to another table that held muffins. He hears her mutter something, followed by the loud crinkle of the container as it was put in her basket.

“Trav,” she’s suddenly right beside him and her hand is on his arm, making him flinch slightly. She smirks as she pulls him along, “C’mon.”

He follows willingly, watching her put item after item in her basket until it was overflowing and he was carrying some of it.

The last aisle they went to before going back up front to check out was frozen. He watched as Laura paced up and down the ice cream section, she’d set down her basket and he’d picked it up, juggling everything until he had a good grasp of everything.

She was.. adorable. Stopping in front of each door and looking at all the flavors, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she tried to make a decision. Just as he was about to say something, she smiled hugely and swung open a door and pulled out a container and happily made her way over to him.

“Traaaav, they have Blue Moon!” She shoved the container in his face like he didn’t see her with it, basically dancing with excitement just seconds ago. “I haven’t had Blue Moon in… in a blue moon,” she laughed, the sound twinkling and making his heart flutter.

“Give it here,” he extends his free hand, “I’ll add it to your more than overflowing basket.”

“I can carry it,” she holds it to her chest, even though the cold makes her shiver, “You’re already carrying so much..”

“I’m not the one that put the whole junk food aisle in this teensy little basket,” He shoots a little too hotly but he sees the sudden change in her face and he backpedals quickly, “I didn’t-“

“Nope,” her mood had instantly soured and she turned toward the checklane, “C’mon, we’re done. Gotta go pay for all my junk food.”

He narrows his eyes at the back of her head as he follows her. He catches a whiff of her as she rushes away from him, she’d just finished smoking at her apartment right before he picked her up. He didn’t hate the smell.. it just reminded him of his teen years.

Weed wasn’t his thing, he’d tried it a few times in his youth, but smoking was more of a thing Chris was into. He didn’t judge, everyone had their ways to relax and deal with all the horrors of life. He just chose the one that kills your liver more than anything.

They enter a self checkout terminal and she begins scanning everything, not even sparing him a glance.

She reaches back for the last item, a small roll of salted peanuts, but instead Travis pulls the basket away.

“Laura-“ he starts but she just gives him a glare, making him open and shut his mouth.

An announcement that the store is closing in five minutes goes over the intercom.

He meets her eye and scans the peanuts before placing it in a plastic bag. He practically pushes her out of the way, crowding the machine with his body, bringing his wallet out and inserting his card before she can even protest it.

“Travis, I was going to-“

“No, save it,” he follows the actions on the screen and pockets his wallet. He starts grabbing all the bags in one hand, “C’mon, let’s get out of here before they kick us out.”

She nods, following behind him.

They don’t speak until they’re both settled in the truck, groceries tucked away behind them.

Travis speaks first, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He glances at her, the soft light of the moon hitting his face, “I wasn’t.. ugh,” he groans, trying to figure out what to say.

He, however, is taken back by Laura leaning into his space and pressing her lips softly against his cheek. “…I didn’t mean to get short with you.”

His lip quirks up, and he swears he sees a twinkle in her eyes, “Don’t think you’ll get a growth spurt anytime soon.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” she says sarcastically, “Thanks, though, for paying for it all. You didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem,” he starts the engine and looks over at her again. “I am sorry, y’know? I’ve just.. been stressed from work and well, trying to figure out what to do with the camp. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

She looks back at him softly, giving him a small smile and nodding.

Travis wets his lip and looks ahead, putting the truck into gear and maneuvering out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

They weren’t too far away from his cabin, but they still caught the red light right before they were out of town. The low rumble of 80s music on the radio, Travis’ hands tapping along to the rhythm.

“Trav?” Laura’s voice is quiet, almost shy.

He hums, turning his attention back to her, only to find her closer than anticipated. He almost jerks back, but her hands are on him in seconds and drawing him closer as she brings their mouths together.

He stills, eyes wide and face bright red, as she gently pulls away. Her hands shake slightly as she lets him go. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I should’ve- I know you don’t like it-“

“It’s okay,” She inhales as Travis gently takes a hold of her chin, and cupping her cheek as he brings her back. Slotting their lips back together softly for a moment before he backs off some and kisses her temple.”I don’t mind, if it’s you.”

A small smile formed on her lips as she took Travis’ hand and intertwined their fingers on her lap. She trailed her free hand softly over the scar tissue on his forearm as they pulled into his driveway.

They park and Travis leans in to kiss her cheek again before taking his arm back and reaching behind to grab their multiple bags of treats.

Laura happily gets out and begins her run to the door, flipping around with her hands out as she waits for Travis to toss his keys to her. “Traaaav!”

He just rolls his eyes with a smile and throws them, watching her almost fumble as she stretches up to get them. She does a happily little dance as she opens the front door, holding the storm door open for him to pass through. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“No problem, sir,” she grins, stepping behind him and playfully slapping his ass as they make it to what is essentially a nest in the living room.

Travis had pulled out all the blankets he owned and put them on the couch before going out, all because he knew Laura was coming over and she really liked to huddle up under the plush fabric….. and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was really looking forward to some cuddling.

He sat the bags on the coffee table, sitting down on the edge of the couch as he rifled through all the bags and sets them on the table one by one.

Laura falls into the couch beside him, scooting into his space and gently pressing into him. “What d’ya wanna watch tonight?”

He shrugs, snapping the package of strawberry strudel bites open and putting one between his lips before taking another and almost giving Laura it, but is stopped by her mouth on his, trying to steal it directly from him. He bites down, snapping it in half to chew and swallow it.

He snorts at her glee little face and plops the pastry still in his hand into her mouth. “Greedy.”

“Mmmmmaybe,” she gathers up one of the blankets, a deep navy plush one that was usually on Travis’ bed, and puts it over both of their shoulders and then leans back. “Maybe I just want you to feed me.”

“Bake off?” He gestures to the TV, adjusting himself to lay back as well, taking a hold of the remote.

“Yessss,” she leans over him, grabbing some chocolate. She grins when she feels Travis’ large hand slide down her back and then squeeze her ass lightly.

“Definitely not a soggy bottom,” he murmurs, which makes her squirm against his hand as she laughs.

Soon enough, they’re both melted into the couch watching the various delicate, interesting pastries on screen. Despite Laura insinuating that Travis feed her, she had been feeding him throughout their binging of the latest season of The Great British Bake Off.

“You’re going to put me into a sugar coma,” he huffed, kissing her fingers as she pressed another piece of milk chocolate into his mouth.

“Maybe then you’ll be sweet to me,” her lip quirked up, popping some chocolate into her mouth.

Travis snorts and yanks her up and onto his lap, pulling her into a deep kiss. The tang of the chocolate on both of their tongues as they slot together with almost simultaneous moans. His hands roam over the expanse of her hips and thighs before scooping her ass and caressing her.

She ends up giggling as she draws back, nuzzling into his throat and placing small kisses amongst the column of his neck. “Your face is scratchy.”

“Mm, sorry,” he palms his own face, feeling the slight stubble, “Forgot to shave this morning.”

She smiles and places her hands on both sides of his face, her thumbs grazing along the slight hair. “I kinda like it, but I like you any way that you are.”

He turns and kisses one of her palms, “Well.”

A kiss on her other palm, “I.”

He leans his forehead against hers, “Love.”

A chaste press of his lips to hers, “You.”

She gleefully hugs him and pushes him back into the couch as she plants kisses all over his face. “I love you, too, Trav.”

He returns her hug by wrapping his arms around her and just holding her there. Content and warm, surrounded by her and the hoard of blankets and sweets.

prompt suggested by the lovely @fortheloveofwii 💕✨

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.