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The Girls Next Door, Part Six (FINALE)

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: domestic fluff, smut, kissing, hand job, p in v, happily ever after

Word Count: 1.7k

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Y/N’s POV

One Year Later

“Time for bed, Mia,” Y/N said as the obnoxiously colourful and loud children’s movie finally ended.

“Okay,” Mia chirped, throwing her blanket off and crawling onto Y/N‘s lap. “Goodnight, Mommy!”

“Sweet dreams, baby! I’ll see you in the morning.” 

After Mia had been thoroughly squeezed, she escaped her mom’s suffocating embrace and threw herself at Beau.

“Good night, Beau!” she giggled as Beau tickled her sides.

“Night, night, sweetheart. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite!” Beau tickled her some more until Mia wriggled free and ran towards her bedroom.

“Brush your teeth!” Y/N shouted after her.

“Yes, mommy!” Mia shouted back just as the bathroom door slammed shut.

“I know you hate them, and you’re probably going to laugh at me,” Beau smirked, “but I miss watching these kinds of movies.” He pointed towards the television, where the credits were still rolling and a bubbly teenybopper song was playing.

“I’m somewhere in between being desperate for her to grow out of them, and her watching them forever!” she laughed, and Beau nodded in agreement. “I know when she stops watching this kind of thing, she won’t be my baby anymore.”

“She’ll always be your baby. You can take my word on that!” he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.

“Yeah, I guess. But she won’t be little anymore. I’ll miss that.” Y/N sighed.

Beau’s arms wrapped around her body and he softly kissed her head. Y/N snuggled further into the heat and comfort of his body. She picked the remote up from the arm of the sofa and scrolled down the ‘Watch List’ until she found the movie they’d agreed to watch once Mia had gone to bed.

Y/N stared at the screen, but her attention was far from the film they were watching. Content in Beau’s embrace, and relaxing more and more with every lazy pattern his fingers drew over her arm, she thought of the past year and how her life had changed.

She thought of her future; a future that back then, she never thought she’d have, and—not for the first time—felt an overwhelming love for Beau. She was safe and happy and loved. But more importantly, Mia was safe and happy and loved. And that was all she could ever ask for.

“We could have one together,” Beau said, and it took Y/N a minute to fully understand what he was saying.

“A baby?” she asked, sitting up and facing him. It wasn’t something she’d thought much about. He was older than her and his child was almost an adult, and she’d just assumed he wouldn’t want to go back to diapers and sleepless nights.

“Yeah. If you want,” Beau smiled, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear.

“Do you want more kids?” she asked. “Because it’s kinda something we both need to want.”

“Well, not kids plural, but yeah, I’d like to have one with you. Not right now, obviously,” Beau clarified. “First we’d move in together and then get married. After that,” he paused thoughtfully, his lips tugging up in a small smile, “a baby.”

“Oh.” Y/N gawped, stunned into a temporary silence as her brain slowly processed what he was saying..

“If you don’t want to do any or all of those things, that’s fine, we won’t. I’m just putting my cards out on the table.”

“No, I do!” she rushed to reassure him. “It’s just…” she trailed off, her brain still struggling to process everything he’d told her in the last few minutes.

“It’s just what, darlin’?” he pushed. “You’re not gonna offend or upset me, I promise.”

“Okay,” Y/N took a deep breath and took hold of his hands. “I assumed —wrongly, it seems— that you wouldn’t want to get married again after Carla. And I was okay with that. As long as I was with you.

“I also wrongly assumed that because Emily is grown and going to college next year that you wouldn’t want to be a father again.”

“I’m gonna be a father to Mia, there’s no questioning that. And yeah, I never thought I wanted to get married again or have another kid, but I do. With you.”

Beau’s voice was filled with certainty, and one look into his eyes confirmed to Y/N that he meant every single word.

“I want that with you too, Beau. But first, I think you should move in here,” Y/N smirked, watching his face as it registered what she’d said.

“You want me to move in?” he grinned.

“I mean, you’ve only spent one night at your place in the last three weeks. You practically live here already. Why not make it official.” Y/N shrieked with laughter as Beau’s lips crashed against hers.

The long-forgotten movie continued to play as Y/N and Beau made out on the sofa like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

“Bedroom,” Y/N mumbled against his lips when their hands began to wander under clothing and grasp desperately at bare skin.

“Uh huh,” he responded, standing up, gripping her around her waist and lifting her from the sofa. She wrapped her legs around him and he swiftly walked them to her—soon to be their—bedroom.

Once the door was closed behind them, Beau laid her gently on the bed and stripped himself, then watched as Y/N did the same.

“You’re so beautiful, darlin’,” Beau rasped, trailing his eyes over her naked body. “So perfect.” Y/N’s smile spread wide and her face burned with heat.

Beau took his time kissing and sucking every inch of her exposed skin. They had all night and he wasn’t in a hurry. His hands squeezed and massaged, and he revelled in the whimpers and moans his touch pulled from her throat.

“Beau, please,” Y/N begged, her small hand reaching for his hard and heavy cock, pumping it the way he liked with little flicks of her thumb over his swollen and leaking head. His hips rutted involuntarily, grateful for the friction, and a loud, low guttural rumble left his mouth.

“Please,” Y/N said again. “I need you, Beau.”

Beau pulled away from her grip and pushed her legs wider. His eyes fixed on her dripping pussy and he took hold of his cock and rubbed it over her slick folds. He growled at the feeling of himself sliding easily over her pussy, spreading her wetness over them both.

When he finally caught the tip of his cock with her entrance, he pushed his hips forward with a groan, seating himself fully inside her in one thrust.

Beau’s POV

A light knocking on the bedroom door woke Beau from a peaceful sleep. He glanced at Y/N, smiling at how beautiful she looked in the hazy morning light, and decided she deserved to sleep a little longer.

When he’d started staying over at Y/N’s, he’d learned quickly how important it was to be wearing something before falling asleep. The first time he stayed, Mia came bounding into Y/N’s bedroom the next morning and immediately jumped on the bed.

Y/N laughed it off, and told Mia that she should knock on the door before coming in, but he’d been traumatised for a solid month after it happened.

“Mommy?” Mia said, peeking her head around the door.

“She’s still sleeping, sweetheart,” Beau whispered. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m hungry!”

“Alright, kiddo. How about I make us both breakfast and we let Mommy sleep for a little longer, huh?” Mia nodded her head excitedly. He’d done this a few times with Mia, and she always told him how much fun she had.

Beau quietly got out of bed and joined Mia in the hallway. With one last glance at Y/N still sleeping soundly, he smiled fondly and closed her bedroom door.

“So,” Beau said as he lifted Mia up onto a stool at the kitchen worktop. “What do you want with your pancakes?”

“Bacon and syrup, please!” she answered, clapping her hands in excitement as Beau put the mixing bowl in front of her. He added the dry ingredients for pancake mix to the bowl and handed her a spoon.

“Do you live here now?” Mia asked as she stirred in the milk and eggs Beau had added to the bowl.

“No, I don’t. I’d like to, if you and your mom want me to.” It wasn’t his place to tell her that Y/N had already asked him to move in. For all he knew, it was said in the heat of the moment and she’d changed her mind.

“I know I’ve been here a lot, but I love spending time with you and your mom, so I come over as much as I can.” Mia nodded thoughtfully, but Beau knew she had more questions and waited patiently until she was ready to speak again.

“When you do live here, will you become my dad?” she asked with a childish innocence that melted his heart.

“I will be whatever you want me to be, Mia. If you want to keep calling me Beau and being friends, that’s what we’ll do. But if you want me to be, and your mom’s okay with it, I would be honoured to be your dad.”

He’d never seen Mia smile so wide, and knowing he made her happy and wanted him to be her dad made him realise just how much he’d fallen in love with the girls next door.

“Morning, you two,” Y/N said from the doorway. “Is this a private party or can I join?”

“Mommy! I want Beau to live with us so I can call him dad!” Mia declared excitedly.

“Is that so, baby?” she replied, kissing her daughter’s messy bed head and wiping some flour from her cheek before going to Beau and pecking his lips.

“And what do you say to that?” she grinned at him.

“I’m all in, darlin’. I have been since the day we met.”

The End

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The Girls Next Door, Part Five

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: General

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, heart to hearts

Word Count: 3.7k

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Y/N smiled hearing Beau’s footsteps fade from her porch as soon as she turned the key and locked her door. He’d been so much sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined tonight, and the fact he was willing to go at her pace for as long as she needed him to had truly touched her.

She knew Mia being so young had a lot to do with it, but it proved to her that he cared about her daughter, even though he had one of his own that he’d protect just as fiercely as she’d protect Mia.

Taking her high heels off and leaving them at the door so they wouldn’t wake the silent household when she walked over the hardwood floors, Y/N went into the kitchen to make a cup of chamomile tea.

“How was your date?” Her mom’s voice startled her, and she turned towards the door, chuckling at being so jumpy.

“Good,” she grinned. “Really good!”

“I can see that!” her mom smirked. “You’re glowing, sweetheart! I cannot wait to meet the man who put that smile on your face!”

“I’m going to talk to Mia about everything tomorrow on the drive to kindergarten, and if it goes well, I’ll invite him over for dinner before you go home,” Y/N suggested.

“So, things are going well enough to tell Mia?” her mom smiled.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you want some tea?” At her mom’s nod, she busied herself making two cups of tea before elaborating further.

“Beau is great, mom. He’s sweet and charming; he loves Mia, and she loves him back. He won’t hurt either of us.”

“He has a daughter, too, right?” her mom questioned.

“Emily,” Y/N nodded, wrapping her hands around her steaming mug. 

“Does she know about you and Beau?”

“Not yet. Her mom and stepdad are going out of town tomorrow, and Beau said he’d talk to her then.”

“And how do you and Emily get on?” her mom asked.

“Good. Emily’s an amazing young woman. She babysits Mia when I’m working at the bar. They get on like a house on fire!” Y/N laughed, thinking of the Disney Princess movie marathons in expertly crafted blanket forts that happened weekly.

“So there shouldn’t be any reason for either of the girls to be upset by you and Beau dating?”

“I don’t think I can be 100% sure of that, but I’d be surprised if it upset Mia. Like I said, she loves Beau, and Emily is the best babysitter in the world, apparently!”

“Well, I’m happy you’re happy, sweetheart. You deserve it,” her mom hugged her tightly, cupping her cheeks when they parted. “With Beau being the sheriff, I understand if I can’t meet him before I go home, but I would love to if he has the time. From everything you’ve told me, he is a wonderful man, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

“Mommy, can I have pancakes for breakfast?” Mia asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she walked into the kitchen.

“Sure, honey,” Y/N smiled. She’d woken in a great mood after her night with Beau, and she didn’t want it to fade by arguing with her daughter that pancakes were a weekend treat and not for Thursdays.

She watched her daughter’s confused frown, knowing she was considering questioning having pancakes on a weekday or just letting it go.

“Do you want chocolate chips and strawberries, or bacon and syrup?” she asked, pulling the ingredients for pancake batter from the cupboards and chuckling at the suspicion her daughter surveyed her with.

“Grandma? Something’s wrong with mommy,” Mia frowned suspiciously. “She’s too happy and she only lets me have pancakes on a Sunday.”

“Well, maybe mommy’s making an exception because I’m visiting, huh?” Y/N’s mom grinned at her knowingly and ruffled Mia’s tousled hair.

Mia looked thoughtful for a moment, like she was considering what her grandma had said before shrugging and skipping over to the table and taking her usual seat.

Y/N busied herself making breakfast, humming along to a country song playing on the radio. Her night with Beau wasn’t the only thing responsible for her joyous mood, as she enjoyed the sounds of her daughter and mom’s chatter and laughter. The only thing that would’ve made her morning better, is if Beau and Emily were there too.

“So, you know mommy went out for dinner last night with a boy?” Y/N said to Mia while pulling out of her driveway. She couldn’t help glance towards Beau’s house, and smiled as she saw the blinds were still closed over.

“Did you have fun?” Mia asked.

“I sure did!”

“Does that mean he’s your boyfriend now?” Mia’s intelligence for her young age never ceased to amaze her and was her sole motivation for working two jobs; that girl would be going to college and every spare cent Y/N had was being put into a college fund.

“Well, it’ll depend on you, baby.” It wasn’t a lie. If Mia wasn’t on board with this, it wouldn’t happen. “If you don’t want me to have a boyfriend, I won’t.”

“You said I’d like him.” Mia said thoughtfully as she gazed out the car window. “Does that mean I already know him?”

“Yeah, baby. You already know him.”

“Is it Sheriff Beau?” Y/N glanced in the rear view mirror, meeting Mia’s curious gaze that gave nothing away.

“Yes. It’s Beau,” she said after rolling to a stop at a red light.

Mia’s face burst into a wide, joyous smile and she giggled with glee, making Y/N chuckle.

“Does that mean Beau will be living at our house?” The four-year-old bounced in her car seat with excitement.

“No, Mia. At least not for a while. But, it does mean he’ll be over at the house more. He’ll be having dinner with us more, and maybe, if you want him to, he’ll join us for some movie nights. Would you like that?” Y/N asked her daughter, already knowing the answer from the huge grin on Mia’s face.

“Yes!” she cheered. “Can he come over for dinner today, Mommy? Please?” It wasn’t often that Mia’s puppy eyes got to her, but Y/N could always tell when something would make her daughter truly happy versus her trying her luck.

“He’s busy tonight, baby. But, I’ll tell you what. I’ll call him once I’ve dropped you off at kindergarten and see if he wants to come over tomorrow, okay?”

“Yay! Thank you, Mommy!”

Y/N sighed with relief as she got back in her car after the kindergarten drop off. Telling Mia about Beau had gone even better than she’d expected. She knew her daughter loved Beau and she’d be happy that Beau was going to be an even bigger part of her life, but the sheer joy she exuded was more than she could’ve hoped for. Keeping her promise, she picked up her phone and called Beau. 

“Well, good mornin’, beautiful,” Beau rasped down the phone. Even though it sounded as if she’d woken him, she could hear the grin in his voice and it made her heart flutter.

“Hey there, handsome. Did I wake you?”

“You did, but what a wake up call!” he chuckled, and she giggled despite herself. “You doin’ okay?”

“I’m doin’ great!” she grinned. “How are you?”

“Fantastic!” Beau replied and again, she could hear the grin in his voice. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You know what? I should probably call back later once you’ve had a chance to wake up and have some coffee,” Y/N rambled, suddenly aware that telling Beau all about her and Mia’s conversation this morning may be best when both parties were fully alert.

“Y/N, darlin’. Is everything alright?” The way Beau’s tone quickly shifted from playful to concerned, made the butterflies swarm in her stomach and she chuckled.

“Yeah, Beau. Everything’s fine!” Y/N waved to one of Mia’s kindergarten classmates and their mother before returning her attention back to Beau.

“It’s just that I talked to Mia this morning. About us, and I was calling to tell you how it went, but since you’ve just woken up, I don’t want to bombard you with the details before you’ve had a chance to wake up properly and have some coffee.”

“Well, that is mighty considerate of you, but you’ve got me all worried,” Beau chuckled nervously. “Was it good or bad?”

“It was all good,” Y/N giggled at hearing Beau’s sigh of relief down the phone.

“I really wish we could talk about this in person over breakfast, but I know you have to get to work.”

“I’ve got a little time,” Y/N smiled. “I’ve already had breakfast, but I wouldn’t say no to joining you for coffee.”

“Meet me at The Uphill Grill?”

“I’m on my way,” Y/N confirmed as she turned the keys and started her car.

The Uphill Grill was close to their neighbourhood, so Beau was already parked and leaning against the hood of his truck waiting for her when she pulled into the parking lot. His hair was still damp from the shower he must’ve thrown himself in to get here so quickly.

The smile involuntarily grew on Y/N’s face as she pulled into the free space across from Beau’s truck. His slow and confident stride towards her set the butterflies in her stomach swarming. 

“Mornin’, Beautiful,” Beau greeted as he opened her car door and held out his hand to help her out of her vehicle.

“Good morning,” Y/N grinned, taking his offered hand. It had been a long time since she’d felt like anything other than a mother and a friend, so her stomach was flip flopping violently at Beau’s simple chivalrous gesture.

He kept hold of her hand as they walked across the parking lot, only letting go to open the door for her. She stepped into the diner and smiled as she felt his hand rest on the small of her back. She’s always known Beau was a gentleman, but now that they were dating, his gentlemanly tendencies were tenfold.

Y/N moved through the diner, choosing an empty table by the window and sliding into the booth. They’d barely sat down when two steaming mugs of coffee were put on their table.

“Thanks,” they said at the same time, making them chuckle.

“So,” Beau spoke, keeping his gaze locked on his menu. “How did Mia take the news of us?”

Y/N smiled patiently, waiting for him to raise his gaze to hers before she spoke. His shyness about the situation was cute and endearing, making her stomach flop for the thousandth time that morning.

Eventually, he looked up from his menu, his cheeks colouring slightly at her staring at him.

“Don’t look so worried!” she grinned. “Mia adores you, Beau. She has since the day you met! And I already told you it’s all good.” Y/N giggled a little as Beau’s shoulders shrank and he huffed a long breath of relief.

“Good. I’m relieved to hear that!” he chuckled. “You have no idea the scenarios running through my head about what could go wrong!”

“I meant what I said a few weeks ago…” Y/N quickly trailed off as Beau ordered his breakfast from the waitress, and she accepted the offer of a refill of her coffee.

“About what?” Beau asked, bringing his full attention to Y/N.

“About being a father figure to her.” Y/N glanced down at the table, not wanting to see a look of horror cross his face at bringing this up again. After all, he didn’t say anything about it to her at the time, and they hadn’t spoken of it since.

“Hey,” Beau assured, grabbing her hand from across the table. “It doesn’t worry me, and it won’t scare me off.”

She felt his gaze intently on her and finally, she looked back up at him. “I was — and I still am — honoured that she sees me that way and I hope she always does.”

“Really?” Y/N questioned, finding it hard to stop the smile.

“Yes, really,” Beau laughed. “I didn’t say anything at the time because you were opening up to me and telling me how you felt. How Mia felt. And I didn’t want to interrupt you,” Beau’s thumb rubbed soft circles over her hands.

“Then you didn’t bring it up again, so I thought it best to let it be. But I’ve thought about that conversation a lot since then, hoping it wasn’t something that was said in the moment.”

“It wasn’t,” Y/N assured him. “I didn’t want you to pull away from us, so when you let it go without questioning it, I didn’t bring it up again.”

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” Beau said, taking both of her hands in his and staring so deeply into her eyes, she was sure he could see into her soul.

“No more of this. My first marriage failed epically because there was no communication. From me or Carla. I won’t do it again. We have feelings, thoughts, concerns—anything, we talk it out. Deal?”

“Deal,” she agreed quickly. Beau raised her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Good,” Beau winked. “I’ll talk to Emily about everything when I pick her up from school.”

Beau’s POV

Beau wasn’t meant to be working today, but he was carrying so much nervous energy that he felt like if he didn’t get rid of it somehow, he’d implode, and what better way to calm down than doing something as mundane as paperwork.

It’d been a long time since he’d felt this nervous. He knew there was nothing to worry about in telling Emily. She liked Y/N and Mia, and had been the one who talked him into asking his neighbour out in the first place. Emily wasn’t the issue, and he knew that.

Carla had moved on a long time ago. So long ago Beau forgot what number husband Avery was. And he meant what he’d said to Y/N about them not being good at communicating. It was just that he felt he was the most responsible for the end of his and Carla’s marriage and the fear he had that he’d mess things up the same way with Y/N made him feel nauseous.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Deputy Sheriff Jenny Holt said as she stopped outside his office door. “I thought you were off for a few days.”

“I am,” Beau nodded. “I just thought I’d stop in and catch up with some paperwork while I had some time.”

“Right,” Jenny frowned, her voice laced with scepticism. “How was your date with Y/N last night?” She asked as she took the empty seat across from him.

“It was great,” Beau grinned, unable to hide how well it had gone. “And she told her daughter about us this morning.”

“How’d she take it?” she asked, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable.

“Really well, apparently.”

“That’s great, Beau! So, what’s the real reason you’re in here doing paperwork on your day off?” Jenny smirked. She was a great cop, and reading people’s body language and listening to what they weren’t saying were two of her best qualities.

“I’m scared that I mess this up like I did with Carla,” he finally admitted.

“You know I like Carla and I’d never bad mouth the mother of your child, but Carla has been divorced how many times? I gotta say, Beau, that tells me more about her than it does about you.”

Beau knew it wasn’t completely true. Yeah, Carla had her faults and was responsible for some of their marital problems, but the fair share of their failed marriage had been his fault.

“Look,” Jenny continued. “The fact you’re so worried about history repeating itself says that you’ve changed a lot since then, and will do anything for it not to happen again. I cannot stress enough that I’m saying this as your friend, Beau. Can you honestly say the same about your ex-wife?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Beau wasn’t completely convinced on that, but he was smart enough to see the truth in what Jenny was saying.

“Have you told Emily?” Jenny asked, and he was relieved she’d changed the subject.

“Not yet. Carla and Avery are out of town for a couple of days so she’s staying with me tonight. I’ll tell her when I pick her up from school.”

“So, you’re here doing paperwork until school gets out because you’re nervous about telling her.” It wasn’t a question, and she’d hit the nail on the head about why he was really here. “Are you worried about how she’ll take it?”

“No, I think she’ll be happy. Especially because she convinced me to ask Y/N out in the first place,” Beau chuckled. “It’s just that I’ve never had this conversation with my daughter yet because I’ve never dated someone long enough to tell her about them.”

“I get that,” Jenny nodded. “But knowing she encouraged it and being sure she’ll be happy about it are good indications the conversation will go well. And she’s not a little girl anymore, Beau. She’ll understand adult relationships a lot more than you realise. I’m sure the talk Y/N had with Mia this morning was way more difficult than yours will be with Emily.”

“Yeah, absolutely. I’m just hoping Em isn’t jaded about relationships because of how many step-fathers she’s had.”

“That sounds like the perfect father-daughter learning opportunity to me!” Jenny laughed as she stood from the chair and turned to leave his office.

“Just don’t stay here too long, Beau,” she said before opening the door. “The more you overthink it, the worse you’ll feel.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Beau saluted as Jenny left his office, closing his door behind her.

Beau took Jenny’s advice, finishing the case file he’d been working on before heading out. There were errands to run and things that needed doing that would make time go faster than being at work shuffling paperwork when he didn’t need to.

And he’d been right. By the time he’d run all the errands, gone grocery shopping, cleaned his house and done the laundry, it was time for him to go and pick Emily up from school.

Sitting in the parking lot waiting for his daughter to come out of class, he went over what he was going to say one last time. He knew he was overthinking it, but he’d spent years as a first class detective, and now he was a sheriff. Thinking of, and planning for, every outcome is what he was trained to do.

“Hey, Dad!” Emily chirped as she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck and shoved her school bag on the back seat.

“Hey, baby girl. How was your day?”

“Good. I aced my math test,” Emily announced proudly.

“That’s great, Em!” Beau grinned.

“And that’s not all. Remember I told you I applied to be a writer for the school newspaper?” she asked and Beau nodded, giving his daughter his full attention.

“Well, they loved my mock article and asked me to start writing for them next week!”

“That’s my girl!” he exclaimed, hugging Emily. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Emily cringed, looking out the windows of the car and checking none of her friends could see them.

“Well, you’re not the only one with some good news,” Beau said as he pulled away from the hug and started the truck.

“At least, I hope it’s good news,” he chuckled, checking his mirrors and pulling out into the road.

“It’s good if you think it is,” Emily smiled, catching Beau off guard once again at how grown up she was.

“It is good for me. But it involves you, too, Em,” he swallowed nervously.

“If it matters to you, it’ll matter to me, just tell me.”

“So, here’s the thing. For the last six weeks or so, I’ve kinda been seeing Y/N.” Beau glanced at Emily from the corner of his eye, feeling his cheeks warm up at his daughter’s grin.

“Kinda?” Emily snorted.

“Yeah, well, you know… traditional dating is difficult with my shifts, her bar job, and Mia, so we’ve been having dinner dates and movie nights at home.” He knew he didn’t need to explain the whole thing to her, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Y/N’s mom is in town, so last night we had our first proper date and agreed to make it official.”

“I can’t believe you doubted me!” Emily laughed. “I told you she’d go out with you if you asked!”

“Alright, alright! I can admit when I’m wrong, and I was wrong with Y/N. Thank you for pushing me. I don’t think I’d ever have done it if you hadn’t.”

“I’m glad you took the chance. And, not that it matters, but I am totally fine with you and Y/N. Thrilled, even. I do have one question though.”

“Shoot,” Beau said, glancing over at Emily.

“Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“We wanted to make sure it was something before potentially disrupting yours and Mia’s lives. Particularly with Mia being so young and you with everything Mom and I have put you through.”

“Dad, for as long as I can remember, I’ve just wanted you to be happy. Y/N makes you happy, and that makes me happy,” she smiled.

“I love the young woman you’re becoming, baby girl. But I really wish you’d stop growing up so quickly.” Beau’s smile was bittersweet.

“Does Mia know?” Emily asked, changing the subject to avoid a sappy moment in a space she couldn’t escape if it got too much.

“Y/N told her this morning,” Beau nodded.

“I bet she’s super happy!” Emily grinned.

“She is.” Beau’s smile was so big, he could feel it pull uncomfortably on his cheeks.

“So am I. You deserve this. You both do.”

Part Six (FINALE)

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Girls Next Door, Part Four

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Beau’s POV

Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.

Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.

Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.

Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.

Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Girls Next Door, Part Four

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Beau’s POV

Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.

Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.

Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.

Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.

Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Girls Next Door, Part Four

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Beau’s POV

Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.

Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.

Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.

Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.

Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Girls Next Door, Part Four

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Nipple Play for @jacklesversebingo

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Smut, kissing, fondling, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), language, p in v, pillow talk, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Beau’s POV

Beau’s grip tightened around Y/N’s waist, and he stood from the sofa. Her legs quickly wrapped around him, and he walked them down the hall to his bedroom, their lips still attached and reluctant to part.

Placing her on his bed, he gently lay on top of her, continuing their kiss, allowing his hands to caress and squeeze all of her curves, grounding himself in the moment and committing it to his memory. This was something he’d only ever let himself dream of, and he’d be damned if he let himself forget this moment.

Y/N’s hands trailed over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tugging it from his shoulders. The breath caught in his throat as her soft hands slid under his t-shirt and traced the contours of his muscled back.

Sitting on his knees, Beau pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Reaching for Y/N, he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, tugged the material off her legs, and dropped it next to his discarded shirt. He busied himself with taking off his slacks, chuckling when her shirt flew past his face and landed at his feet.

Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Girls Next Door, Part Three

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: “Just kiss me. We can talk later.” for @jacklesversebingo 

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, first date, a meddling mother, flirting, embarrassment, talking about sex, kissing

Word Count: 2k

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Six Weeks Later

Y/N’s POV

“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Mia sighed, her eyes wide with awe as she watched Y/N apply her makeup.

“Thank you, baby,” Y/N smiled, putting down her blusher brush and fussing with her hair again.

“Grandma said you’re going for dinner with a friend.” Mia was swinging her legs off the side of the king-size bed that swallowed the four-year-old, and Y/N chuckled.

“I am,” Y/N confirmed. “Grandma insisted she have some time with just her and her favourite granddaughter while she was in town.”

“Are you going out with a boy?” 

“What makes you ask that?” Y/N chuckled.

“Because you look prettier than usual, and I heard Grandma say yesterday that it was about time you found a man,” Mia stated matter-of-factly, making Y/N laugh loudly.

“Yes, Mia. I’m going out with a boy,” she smiled at her daughter. “How do you feel about that?” It didn’t hurt to try and find out how she felt about it.

“Is he nice?” she asked, her innocence shining through.

“He is.”

“Does he make you laugh?”

“All the time,” Y/N giggled.

“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.

“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.

“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”

“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”

“I promise, Mommy.”

“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.

“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”

“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.

“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.

“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.

She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.

“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.

Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Mom: Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx

“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.

“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.

“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.

“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.

“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.

“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”

“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”

“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.

“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.

“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.

“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.

“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”

“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”

“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.

“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”

“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”

“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.

“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.

“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”

“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”

“The last person was Mia’s father.”

“Four years,” Beau guessed.

“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”

“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”

“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.

“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”

“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”

It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.

Mom I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx

You Mom, we’re just talking xxx

Mom Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx

“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.

“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”

“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.

“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”

“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.

“Can we focus, please?”

“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”

“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”

“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”

“What if I am ready?” she whispered.

“You are?” Beau checked.

“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.

They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.”

Part Four

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The Girls Next Door, Part Three

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: “Just kiss me. We can talk later.” for @jacklesversebingo 

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, first date, a meddling mother, flirting, embarrassment, talking about sex, kissing

Word Count: 2k

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Six Weeks Later

Y/N’s POV

“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Mia sighed, her eyes wide with awe as she watched Y/N apply her makeup.

“Thank you, baby,” Y/N smiled, putting down her blusher brush and fussing with her hair again.

“Grandma said you’re going for dinner with a friend.” Mia was swinging her legs off the side of the king-size bed that swallowed the four-year-old, and Y/N chuckled.

“I am,” Y/N confirmed. “Grandma insisted she have some time with just her and her favourite granddaughter while she was in town.”

“Are you going out with a boy?” 

“What makes you ask that?” Y/N chuckled.

“Because you look prettier than usual, and I heard Grandma say yesterday that it was about time you found a man,” Mia stated matter-of-factly, making Y/N laugh loudly.

“Yes, Mia. I’m going out with a boy,” she smiled at her daughter. “How do you feel about that?” It didn’t hurt to try and find out how she felt about it.

“Is he nice?” she asked, her innocence shining through.

“He is.”

“Does he make you laugh?”

“All the time,” Y/N giggled.

“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.

“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.

“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”

“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”

“I promise, Mommy.”

“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.

“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”

“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.

“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.

“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.

She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.

“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.

Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Mom: Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx

“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.

“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.

“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.

“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.

“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.

“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”

“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”

“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.

“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.

“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.

“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.

“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”

“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”

“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.

“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”

“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”

“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.

“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.

“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”

“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”

“The last person was Mia’s father.”

“Four years,” Beau guessed.

“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”

“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”

“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.

“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”

“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”

It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.

Mom I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx

You Mom, we’re just talking xxx

Mom Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx

“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.

“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”

“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.

“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”

“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.

“Can we focus, please?”

“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”

“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”

“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”

“What if I am ready?” she whispered.

“You are?” Beau checked.

“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.

They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.”

Part Four

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The Girls Next Door, Part Three

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: Teen

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Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, first date, a meddling mother, flirting, embarrassment, talking about sex, kissing

Word Count: 2k

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Six Weeks Later

Y/N’s POV

“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Mia sighed, her eyes wide with awe as she watched Y/N apply her makeup.

“Thank you, baby,” Y/N smiled, putting down her blusher brush and fussing with her hair again.

“Grandma said you’re going for dinner with a friend.” Mia was swinging her legs off the side of the king-size bed that swallowed the four-year-old, and Y/N chuckled.

“I am,” Y/N confirmed. “Grandma insisted she have some time with just her and her favourite granddaughter while she was in town.”

“Are you going out with a boy?” 

“What makes you ask that?” Y/N chuckled.

“Because you look prettier than usual, and I heard Grandma say yesterday that it was about time you found a man,” Mia stated matter-of-factly, making Y/N laugh loudly.

“Yes, Mia. I’m going out with a boy,” she smiled at her daughter. “How do you feel about that?” It didn’t hurt to try and find out how she felt about it.

“Is he nice?” she asked, her innocence shining through.

“He is.”

“Does he make you laugh?”

“All the time,” Y/N giggled.

“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.

“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.

“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”

“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”

“I promise, Mommy.”

“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.

“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”

“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.

“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.

“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.

She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.

“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.

Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Mom: Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx

“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.

“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.

“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.

“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.

“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.

“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”

“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”

“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.

“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.

“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.

“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.

“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”

“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”

“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.

“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”

“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”

“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.

“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.

“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”

“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”

“The last person was Mia’s father.”

“Four years,” Beau guessed.

“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”

“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”

“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.

“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”

“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”

It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.

Mom I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx

You Mom, we’re just talking xxx

Mom Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx

“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.

“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”

“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.

“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”

“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.

“Can we focus, please?”

“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”

“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”

“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”

“What if I am ready?” she whispered.

“You are?” Beau checked.

“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.

They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.”

Part Four

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Remind Me (Two Shot)

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. The problem is he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s too little too late and it’s over between them.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, language, marital strain, brief mention of infidelity, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, unprotected p in v.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This is one of my most favourite things I've written. Based on the song Remind Me by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood, this is an angsty one, so buckle up, buttercups!

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The Girls Next Door - Masterlist

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Series Rating: 18+ Only

Series Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, angst, smut, kissing, fondling, language, nipple play (squeezing, licking, sucking and biting), fingering, oral sex (f rec), p in v, hand job, domestic fluff, happily ever after

Series Word Count: 15k Approx.

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Taken for Granted, Part Two

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, misunderstandings, language, making up, fluff, smut, p in v

Bingo Square: Make Up Sex for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I sincerely hope this doesn’t disappoint… a few comments I’ve had seem to want this to be a bigger thing than it is, but it was always only going to be a fight and needy make up sex.

Though I make no promises, what I will say is that this was my first time writing for Beau and I kinda fell in love with this little family, so maybe I’ll go back to these guys and investigate their past a little more, who knows?

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The next few days were nothing short of torture for Beau. Y/N’s code of silence had spread to include Maisie and he didn’t know why. He thought everything was fine between them, and it was his wife he was in the doghouse with, but he seemed to have unknowingly upset his daughter again, too.

Regardless, he did everything in his power to be home in time for dinner and hadn’t even entertained the thought of going for drinks after work this past week. When Jenny asked him to go for a beer last night, he’d said no, that he spent enough time with the people in this office and was going home to spend time with his wife and daughter. When she had insisted, he reminded her that as her happily married boss and the sheriff of this town, they needed to maintain a professional relationship at all times. Jenny had tried to play it down, but his years as a detective meant that he saw right through it. He told her that he was her boss and her friend, but that was all he’d ever be.

Beau initially thought that maybe Y/N was jealous of Jenny for some reason and that was why she’d had such an extreme reaction to that night in the bar, but seeing for himself that Jenny did have feelings for him, made him see the whole situation in a different light.

He’d told Jenny when he left that night not to expect him for the next few days and that she was in charge–he was going to take a well overdue long-weekend–and to only call him if it were truly life or death, and that he’d see her on Tuesday.

Maisie was going on a school field trip for the weekend, and he would be the one to drop her off, using the journey as an excuse to talk to her and find out what was going on. He was also planning to use his weekend off to make it up to Y/N.

His home and his family were always happy and bubbly and filled with joy, and he hated that his sanctuary, his happy place, had a huge dark cloud looming over it. He was going to fix it. He needed to.

“Did you pack a first aid kit?” Y/N asked with Maisie stuck in her suffocating embrace.

“Yes, mom.” This had been going on for five minutes now, and Maisie couldn’t hide her impatience if she tried.

“Pepper spray? You know you might come across bears or badgers or possums in the mountains,” Y/N questioned.

“Yes, Mom! Can I go now? I’m going to be late!”

“Okay,” Y/N pressed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and finally let her go. “Have fun, and be careful.”

“Yes, Mom.” Maisie playfully rolled her eyes.

“I love you, honey.” Y/N’s voice caught as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Love you too,” Maisie smiled as she grabbed her backpack and walked out the door.

“You know she’ll be back in three days, right?” Beau smiled softly at her, his heart aching at seeing her so hung up about being away from their daughter for the weekend.

“I know. It just makes me think about her leaving for college, even if it is still two years away.”

“Me too,” Beau nodded solemnly. “Are you coming straight home after work?”

“I’ll be home around six,” Y/N nodded. The conversation was still a little stilted between them, but at least she was talking to him.

“Alright, I’ll cook. Maybe we can share a bottle of wine? Have a quiet night in, and make the most of the empty house. What d’ya say, darlin’?”

“You’re going to cook?” Y/N smirked, and he grinned at her look of complete disbelief. “The last time you attempted that, you nearly burned the house down!” she laughed and he was quick to join her.

“When I say cook, what I mean is buy some meat and fire up the grill,” Beau said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear with a smile.

“That would be nice,” she smiled back. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I love you,” Beau said, hoping this time she’d say it back and not murmur an ‘uh huh’ like she’d done for the past week.

“I love you, too.” Y/N walked closer to him, lifted onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. 

“So, are you excited for this?” Beau asked Maisie once they were driving down the street.

“Uh huh,” Maisie replied, her fingers flying across her phone as she typed something to someone.

“The house is gonna be quiet without you. Too quiet,” he chuckled, trying again.

“Uh huh,” she replied again, putting her phone away and turning her head to look out the window. She was so much like her mother that Beau often wondered where his genes had landed in her.

“You know, at least when your mom gives me the silent treatment, I know why. You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Beau glanced over to her, and he could see her chewing on her bottom lip—another trait she got from her mother—and he knew she was just about ready to crack open. “Come on, talk to me, baby girl. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I’m tryna fix.”

“Are you cheating on Mom with Hoyt?” Maisie finally asked, saying Jenny’s name with a disdain Beau had never heard from her before.

“No. Absolutely not.” It was an automatic response, one that needed no pause or dancing around; it was irrefutable.

“Then why did you lie to Mom about where you were the night of my hockey game?” she countered and Beau could see her eyes beginning to water.

“I didn’t lie, I–”

“You told Mom you caught a case, but the next day, I saw the photos of you and her that night in a bar!”

“Listen to me, Maze, please? That night after work, I went for drinks with Jenny because she really needed a friend and I was there for her. Nothing happened then, has ever happened, or will ever happen between us because I love your mom.”

“Then why did you lie about it?”

“I didn’t. Your mom knows where I was. She tore me a new one when I got home, and she knows I’d never, ever do that to her. She still got pretty pissed at me for that night though, and how those photos look and what they’d look like to you. And, on some serious reflection, I completely understand why she was so upset.

“When I missed your game and your phone calls which–just so you know–I’m still beating myself up over, Mom made up the story about catching a case so that you wouldn’t be more upset than you already were.”

“So… Mom lied?”

“To protect you,” Beau responded. “And, I think, to hit home just how much I was hurting you and her with the late nights at the office and the too frequent bar visits.”

“There really isn’t anything going on? Because those photos are…”

“Bad. I know,” Beau nodded. “Emotions were running high that night for Jenny and I didn’t see it at the time, but I’ve since realised that she has some… feelings for me. I promise I’ve shut it down. I’ve explained that I am her friend, but I’m also her boss. Her happily married boss, and that we need to maintain professional boundaries.”

“Does Mom know that?” Maisie asked as the car came to a stop outside the high school.

“Well, I think you know that she’s not speaking to me right now, but I’ve taken a few days off and tonight I’m gonna fire up the grill and talk to her.”

“Good, because I don’t want you and Mom to get divorced,” Maisie whispered and Beau pulled her into a hug.

“We’re not getting a divorce, baby girl. Your mom and I have been through a hell of a lot worse than this and it hasn’t broken us. I promise this won’t either, okay?”

Beau’s heart broke for his little girl and it strengthened his resolve to fix his mess and never make the same mistake again.

Although Y/N was warming up to him again, he still made sure to do everything he could to gain some extra brownie points. He mowed the lawn, fixed the leaking tap, and oiled the garage doors so they wouldn’t sound like a screaming banshee every time they opened. Everything that had been on Y/N’s to-do list for weeks had been done.

Beau prepped the grill and set the dining table using the so-called “fancy” plates and wine glasses that Y/N only used for special occasions. A dozen red roses stood proudly in a vase between two candlesticks, and he’d lit a couple of her favourite scented candles, dotting their glass holders around the table. 

To top everything off, after he’d dropped Maisie at school, he drove across town to go to the bakery she loved and got her favourite dessert. He’d then gone back across town to buy dinner and made sure he picked up her favourite wine from the liquor store. Tonight he was going all out.

With everything done, Beau showered and trimmed his beard, painstakingly making sure it was the length Y/N liked it. He dressed smart and used the aftershave she’d bought him for Christmas.

He knew his wife, and though he knew everything he’d done around the house would go a long way to getting back into her good graces, the biggest thing he could do was make an effort. To buy her favourite wine or dessert, to wear his hair and beard the way she liked it, to wear the scent she loved on him. Those are the things that would mean the most to her because he’d done it for her.

When Y/N got home, Beau was in the backyard checking on the grill. She strolled through the house, smiling at the perfectly set dining table and beautiful flowers. She paused to smell them and felt a flutter in her stomach as she saw the candles and a bottle of her favourite red, open and breathing next to two crystal glasses. Walking into the kitchen, she headed over to the open French doors, leaned against their frame and watched her husband stoking the coals in the grill.

“Don’t you look handsome! I feel very underdressed,” she said, smirking as he jumped slightly at her voice and turned towards her.

“You look beautiful as you are, darlin’, but there’s time to freshen up if you want to.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N bit her lip in an effort to stop her growing grin.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Beau smirked as he put the lid on the grill down and slowly edged towards her.

“The lawn, the garage, the wine, the flowers… you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” Beau grinned, knowing that it was. For twenty years he’d been playing her like a symphony. By this point, he was a maestro. 

“Maybe…” Y/N chuckled as Beau slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into his solid body.

“How can I change that ‘maybe’ to a ‘yes’?” Beau murmured, running his hands up and down her back.

“Hmm,” she hummed as a shiver ran through her body at the feeling of his hands touching her. “Well, you’re getting close.”

“Is that so?” Beau smiled and pecked her lips… jaw… neck.

His beard tickled her skin and made her shiver, and her knees weakened with every stroke of his large, warm hands up and down her spine. Gently, Beau pushed her away from the door and back into the house, only stopping when the kitchen island prevented them from going any further.

Beau pulled his lips from her throat and settled his gaze on hers. Softly gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up and brought his lips to meet hers. The kiss started with soft, slow pecks before he became impatient and began licking at her lips, begging for permission to deepen their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid around his shoulders and pulled him closer as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Beau had missed this. Missed her. Y/N was an affectionate person, and it wasn’t something she usually withdrew when she was mad because it was a punishment for her too. But he’d really fucked up this time and so she’d not only withdrawn her affections, she’d withdrawn herself from him completely.

He knew it wasn’t all him; she had some deep-rooted insecurities that came from her childhood. Always feeling like she wasn’t good enough or didn’t belong had plagued her growing up. Then when she chose not to go into the family business, she felt she was a disappointment. The black sheep. Different–and not in a good way.

Y/N had always told Beau that it was him who made those insecurities go away, and the few times they had snuck back in, comforting words of love and praise would usually get her out of it. This time though, when he’d likely been instrumental in her insecurities coming back, he wasn’t sure it’d be that easy.

“I’m sorry,” Beau spoke, breaking their kiss. “I know what I did was wrong and I know how much I hurt you.”

“And Maisie,” Y/N added. “What happened there, by the way?”

Beau sighed loudly, the conversation this morning with his daughter replaying in his mind. “She saw the photos and thought I was having an affair with Jenny.”

“Beau-”

“I know, Y/N. I talked to her and straightened everything out, okay? Maisie is fine now. And while we’re kinda on the subject, I’ve set things straight with Jenny, too. You were right, there are feelings on her side, but I do not reciprocate them, and I told her that. I love you, baby. Always have, always will.”

“I know,” Y/N smiled softly, and Beau saw some of her worries melt away from her furrowed brow. “Thank you for what you’ve done to fix things with Maze. And for the Jenny thing.”

“No need for thanks, darlin’. I’m only doing what’s right by my family.”

“I know, but I appreciate it all the same.” Y/N’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair, gently tugging on its length. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Never doubted it, baby,” Beau winked and cupped her cheeks with his large palms. “And you know you’re my only girl, right? That it’ll only ever be you.”

“Never doubted it, baby.” Y/N grinned

After dinner, Beau and Y/N settled onto the sofa to watch a movie but found themselves too distracted to watch it. Beau’s hand squeezed at her thigh and steadily crept higher and higher up her leg. Y/N’s hand curled around his neck, and her nails gently scraped over his skin and into his hair.

The gentle touches turned into soft kisses which heated up quickly until the pair were making out on the sofa like a couple of teenagers.

“Not to push my luck here or anything, I know I’m still on shaky ground, but do you wanna move this upstairs?” Beau said as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips.

“I’d like that. A lot. I missed you,” Y/N replied.

Beau untangled his limbs from hers and stood from the sofa. He held his hand out and helped her stand and together, made their way to their bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself how I got to be the one that married you.” Beau rasped as he crawled up the bed. He was going to ease any concerns she still had by worshipping her.

“I love this body,” he continued as his hands trailed under her shirt. “So sexy, and always so responsive to my touch.” Beau slid his hands under her shirt, over her lace bra, and cupped her breasts with his large palms, smirking when he heard her gasp.

“I love these breasts and that little sigh that you make every time I touch them.” He slid his hands down, gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind him.

“I love the little whimper you give me when I do this…” he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pebbled nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he hummed as he sucked greedily on it.

Y/N whimpered and tossed her head back. “Beau, please,” she begged, her hands gripping his hair and pulling.

“You like that, don’t ya, darlin’?” Beau pulled his lips from her sweet bud and switched to using his fingers to tease and tweak. “Like it when I play with these,” he murmured as he massaged her chest.

“Baby, please,” Y/N begged again. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

Beau pulled away from her and kneeled on the bed. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it on the floor where it met hers. Standing from the bed, Beau took off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them to his ankles and kicked them off.

Turning his gaze back to Y/N, he chuckled seeing that she was completely naked and looking at him expectantly.

“What?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.”

“Then get rid of the underwear and get over here,” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, ma’am!” Beau grinned as he shoved the offending item off and pounced on the bed, making Y/N laugh. 

Covering her body with his, Beau kissed up her body starting at her tummy and working up to her neck. Y/N’s little gasps and moans were driving him wild.

“I love being the only one who sees you like this. That all of this is for me,” Beau placed kisses over her throat, knowing exactly what he was doing. Knowing exactly how to play her. “And that I’m all yours. Always have been and always will be. I love you more than you could ever know. It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Softly, gently, Beau pushed himself into her, gasping when he couldn’t go any further. The moan he let out made Y/N melt, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, Beau!” she gasped when he pulled himself from her and pushed back in.

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well. You’re perfect, baby. Made just for me,” Beau murmured between kisses to her lips, and slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good. Bet I feel just as good inside of you, huh?”

“Fuck, Beau, you’re so big, stretching me, making me feel so full,” Y/N screamed. “Feels so good, baby.”

“I’m sorry I’ve taken you for granted since we got here, darlin’. You were right the other day when you said I was taking on cases I shouldn’t,” Beau spoke but continued to thrust at a slow, deep pace, driving Y/N wild and wanton for his praise and carnal affections.

“At first, the change of pace was good and I was enjoying it. Then Poppernak got shot and I stepped in to be Hoyt’s partner. But, when Pop came back, I got bored being stuck behind a desk and wanted back in on the action. So, I’d fall behind on paperwork, work late, go drinking to let off some steam and discuss cases with the team.”

Beau paused the push and pull of his hips, switching to stay fully seated and grind against her. His gaze held hers, soft and full of love and admiration for his wife.

“Nothing happened with me and Jenny and I didn’t want anything to happen. It’s only ever been you. There has never, ever, been a time when I’ve even considered stepping out of our marriage. You’re mine and I’m yours and nothing will ever change that.”

Beau was driving Y/N delirious with his grinding hips, hitting the most sacred places inside her. The sex was always good, but their lovemaking had always been incredible. The way he made her feel meant that he could’ve told her anything and she’d believe him, but she knew him; she knew he meant every single word that he said. None of this was the heat of the moment, all of it was completely and utterly true.

“No, I’m sorry, Beau. I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I know how hard it was to take this job, to choose a quieter and safer life than what we had in Houston.” Y/N gasped as she clung to his shoulders, her entire body was on fire and only he could put it out.

“Baby, I need more of you. Will you let me go deeper?” Beau moaned through his thrusts.

“Yes,” Y/N mumbled, whimpering as he slipped from her and she turned onto her front, shifting onto her hands and knees.

With no effort at all, Beau slid straight home again. The new position forced her to open wider to him and engulf his throbbing member entirely. Her contracting walls sucked him in and squeezed, holding him within her for an extra few seconds.

Pulling out, Beau’s eyes locked on where their bodies joined. Seeing the way Y/N stretched to accommodate him made him growl and his eyes roll as he pushed back in.

“Fuck, darlin’, can’t believe you’d ever think I wanted anything other than this perfect little pussy. So soft and wet, feels like heaven,” Beau mumbled as he lay over her and pressed kisses to her shoulder blades and down her spine.

“Beau, baby, I’m-” Y/N moaned, completely wrecked and he loved it. There was no sweeter sound from his wife than her falling apart on his cock.

“I know, darlin’, I know. And I gotcha, baby. I’ve always gotcha. Let go for me, that’s my good girl.” Beau grunted, his hips speeding up and snapping into her harder.

Y/N whined every time he pushed into her, his throbbing cock hitting that sweet spot inside before coming to rest at its hilt, grinding into her cervix with his sensitive tip.

Having as much as she could take, Y/N came with a scream. The tension he’d built so perfectly in her snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

Beau wasn’t far behind and with one last push as far as he could go, he stilled within her, profanities spilling from his mouth as his orgasm coated her velvet walls.

“I love you, Y/N,” Beau whispered between kisses on her shoulders and neck. “Always have, always will.”

THE END

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The Girls Next Door, Part Two

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: General

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

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Beau’s POV

“Are you really going to stand there until I lock my door when you’re right there, and nothing is going to happen?” Y/N looked amused but flattered as she folded her arms across her chest.

“You’re damn right, I am! You can never be too careful,” Beau smirked. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Maybe it was the cop in him, or perhaps it was just his feelings for the beautiful single mother that made him want to take care of her.

“Goodnight, Sheriff,” Y/N grinned as she closed the door. Beau remained on the porch until he heard the key turn in the door, locking them in safely for the night.

Emily smirked at him when he got into the truck, and he knew that look never meant anything good. “You should ask Y/N out. Y’all would be cute together,” she eventually said, impatient at his silence.

“That’s not…” he sighed. “Alright, listen. After your mom, I’m not looking—I don’t want another…” Beau paused before he sighed, and Emily quickly filled the silence.

“I know, Dad. I hate what Mom did to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I’ll never forgive her for it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try again. You deserve that. And so does Y/N.”

“It’s complicated, Emily, alright? Your mother deeply hurt me, and that’s not something you get over easily. And Y/N has a young kid. She’ll be wary about introducing someone new into Mia’s life.”

“You’re not new, though, are you?” Trust Emily to be the voice of reason, beating away his insecurities, and he wondered when his baby girl had become such a wise young lady.

“What if it doesn’t work, Em? We’re neighbours, and she has a kid who could get caught up in the fallout. I don’t want another child hurt because I’ve failed at another relationship,” Beau voiced one of his deepest insecurities, immediately regretting putting it on his teenage daughter’s shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Emily said as if it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.

“There’s a million reasons. First of all, I’m a workaholic,” Beau said, stopping short at Emily’s grunt of disapproval.

“That’s Mom talking. You weren’t working tonight, were you? And thanks to Y/N’s offer, you’re not working on Sunday either,” she smirked again. “What are you really scared of, Dad? I want you to be happy. You deserve that after Mom.”

Beau glanced at his little girl, growing up right before his eyes and sighed. “What if she doesn’t see me that way?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask her,” Emily said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Saved by the bell, now get! It’s late, and you’ve got school in the morning,” Beau said, pulling to a stop outside Carla and Avery’s house.

“Deflecting as usual, I see!” Emily laughed as she unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her school bag. “This conversation isn’t over!” she pointed at him with a stern look that was too much like her mother’s and opened the car door.

Beau walked her to the front door and, as he’d done with Y/N, stood on the porch and waited until he heard the locks turn before heading back to his truck.

Driving home, he thought about Emily's words. He wished he was as fearless and free with his heart as she was, but Carla’s wounds ran far below the surface, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to put himself through loving someone again. Still, something in him wanted to try. Something deep down in his heart was telling him it was worth it. Y/N was worth it.

“I can’t believe I’m taking dating advice from my teenage daughter!” Beau scoffed as he put his truck in park on his driveway and got out.

He glanced at Y/N’s house and smiled. There was no harm in finding out where she stood with the whole dating thing, right?

Y/N’s POV

To say Mia was excited for their dinner guest was an understatement; bouncing off the walls seemed more appropriate. If Y/N didn’t know better, she’d have sworn her daughter had been pumped full of sugar.

She’d made sure to wait until Beau had confirmed he would make it before telling Mia he was coming. The little girl had taken an instant liking to the gentle sheriff, and she couldn’t bear to see her disappointed if he had to rain-check on the invitation.

“How about,” Y/N said to Mia, who was jumping up and down on the sofa, “we put on Frozen, and Beau will be here by the time it’s finished. How does that sound?” Trying to calm a hyper four-year-old was no easy task, but for whatever reason, that movie was the only thing that could hold her undivided attention from start to finish.

“Okay, Mommy.” Mia jumped off the sofa and turned on the television. Y/N wasn’t sure if that fact embarrassed or impressed her, but it wasn’t a surprise. Working two jobs had made Mia a little older than her years and more independent than she liked to admit, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, and clothes on their backs.

With her daughter settled and distracted, Y/N returned to preparing dinner. She wanted the meal to go perfectly, which was strange because Beau’d had her cooking many times before and had nothing but good things to say about it. The self-proclaimed meat man even raved about her vegetarian lasagne to anyone who’d listen for weeks afterwards.

She was nervous, too, and that was another strange feeling about her neighbour coming over for dinner. It wasn’t a feeling she associated with Beau. He’d never made her nervous before, and it made her feel more than a little bit uncomfortable.

The opening bars of “Let It Go” floating in from the living room felt timely, and that was exactly what she did: let her thoughts go.

As predicted, Beau knocked on the door with ten minutes left of the movie, allowing him just enough time to have a few sips from a bottle of beer before Mia barreled into the kitchen and almost knocked him off his feet with the force she threw herself at him.

“Well, hey there, little lady!” Beau grinned at her delight at seeing him. “What d’ya say we help Mommy and set the table for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that, Beau. You’re our guest,” Y/N tried to protest, but he waved her off, taking Mia’s hand as she led him around the kitchen, pointing out the cupboards and drawers he needed to go to.

“The plates live there,” Mia pointed to one of the wall cupboards, “and the grown-up glasses live next door. Mine live in here!” She opened the cupboard next to the sink and triumphantly pulled out a plastic Elsa cup, making him laugh.

“Alright, and what about the knives and forks? Do you want to show me where they live?” Beau grinned. He already knew where they were, but Y/N found it cute that he entertained Mia.

As she finished cooking, Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Mia and Beau talked and laughed the whole time they set the table, making her feel more content than she had in a long time.

“What are you so happy about?” Beau’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off.

“Come on now, darlin’! A smile like that isn’t nothing,” he said, grabbing dishes filled with food and putting them on the dining table.

“Seeing Mia right now,” she sighed, “It’s something I never thought… you know what? It’s stupid,” she shrugged as she took the carving knife and fork from their wall hooks.

“Hey, listen to me. Your thoughts and feelings aren’t stupid, darlin,” Beau said as he blocked her route to the dining table with his broad body. “They’re valid, and they’re yours. Now, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but never think something like this is stupid.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “As you know, Mia’s never known her father or had a father figure. And it’s nice to see her happy. I mean, she’s always happy. She’s a little ray of sunshine all the time, but seeing her when you’re around, it’s a different kind of happiness. A kind that I never thought I’d see,” she shrugged, and Beau tilted his head silently, requesting more information.

“A father figure, Beau,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to put any responsibility on you for anything, but it’s just so nice to see her have a good and kind man in her life that she can look up to.”

“And you didn’t think she’d ever have that?” Beau frowned as she shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Well, at least not when she was young enough for it to make a significant impact on her. My priority will always be Mia. So, I’ll probably wait until she’s older before I think about having another person as a priority in my life. Or bringing someone into hers who might not stay.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry! Can we eat yet?” Mia asked.

“Alright, we’re coming!” Y/N chuckled.

After dinner, Y/N bribed Mia with watching cartoons in the living room, giving her and Beau a chance to talk as they cleared up after the meal.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N smiled softly, watching as he rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

“Come on, now, darlin’. You’ve spent all afternoon cooking this delicious meal for me. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re a guest, Beau. Guests don’t do cleanup duties!” she chucked, filling the refrigerator with leftovers.

“You think I could get some of that to go?” Beau nodded towards the fridge, gesturing to the leftovers.

“Already got a Tupperware filled for you!” Y/N grinned as she closed the fridge door. “And don’t change the subject!”

“It’s the polite and right thing to do when someone offers you a home-cooked meal. Think of it as my way of thanking you and giving you a little time to put your feet up.”

“Beau—”

“Y/N, please,” Beau huffed a laugh. “Sit, enjoy your beer and let me clear up.”

“Okay,” she relented. “Thank you.”

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, Y/N groaned as her tired muscles relaxed. She took a long sip from the bottle and sighed contentedly.

“What?” she smirked at Beau’s chuckle.

“Nothing, darlin’. I just thought I’d have a bigger fight on my hands getting you to relax!” Y/N laughed at how accurate Beau’s statement would usually have been.

“Normally, you’d be right, but it’s not often I have someone around to help me clean up after mealtimes, so I figured I’d take advantage of your offer,” she shrugged and sipped from her beer bottle again.

“Good. Because you deserve to be taken care of, too.” Beau had wanted to continue their conversation from before dinner and hadn’t known how to bring it up again, but this gave him the perfect opportunity. “You know, if you had a boyfriend, he could take care of you.”

“Maybe. But my priority is—”

“Mia, I know. As she should be. But it’s not fair on you to put your future on hold. Don’t you want to have love and companionship? Or more kids?”

“If I meet the right guy, yeah, absolutely. But I’m not going to go out and look for someone. I work two jobs, and I only get a few hours a day with her and every other weekend as it is. If I start going out to bars or whatever looking for dates, I’d get to spend even less time with her.”

“Okay, then let me ask you this: who is the right guy for you? What would he have to do to convince you to go on a date with him?”

“He’ll be kind and considerate. He’ll be a gentleman and good with kids, obviously. He’ll love at-home date nights as much as out-on-the-town date nights.” She was smiling as she told him what her perfect man was, and he was smiling because he knew he was that man.

“He’ll also need to be understanding and able to accept that I have a kid, and we’d need to take things slowly and at my pace, and then at Mia’s pace. They’d meet her on my terms and continue to be a part of her life on hers.”

“For someone who’s waiting until her daughter gets older, you’ve thought a lot about this!” Beau laughed. “Are you sure you’re not looking for a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you have someone in mind?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” Beau asked. All playfulness was gone from his voice, and a more serious and deep tone took over.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but Beau wasn’t finished, and he walked around her kitchen island and stood next to her.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she gulped.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.”

She knew it was him because of the change in his stance and body language, the contortion of his facial features, the shift in his tone and their conversation. She never wanted to let herself believe it. It was something she’d only dreamed about, and if she was completely honest with herself, something she’d tried–and failed–to fight.

Beau was perfect in every way for her. She’d known that since the day she’d invited him in for coffee when he’d moved in and knocked on her door to ask where the nearest coffee shop was. But back then, she didn’t know him. Back then, she was protecting herself and Mia.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

Beau’s POV

All Beau had done since his conversation with Emily a few nights ago was think about how right she was. He did deserve another chance at love and happiness. He might have messed it up the first time, but he and Carla were young, and he’d changed a lot since then. And he realised now that the downfall of their marriage wasn’t entirely his fault. Yes, he’d kick-started the unfortunate chain of events, but she’d given up on him when he’d needed her the most.

The more he thought about Y/N, the more he noticed it: the coy smiles and soft, lingering touches. The way she asked him how he was or how his day had been and genuinely wanted to know the answer, doing everything she could to cheer him up if the occasion asked for it. He knew friends could do all of those things, but his gut told him this was different.

He didn’t know when it’d happened, but they’d gone past friendship and became someone important in each other’s lives. Emily questioning him in the way she did made him see it. His thoughts had been on nothing else when he wasn’t at work, and it made him accept it and want to fight for it. It’s what made him bring it up with her in the first place. And what made him revisit the conversation when they were alone again.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” he asked when the opportunity presented itself. It hadn’t been planned, but he couldn’t take it back now.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but he interrupted before he backed out of this conversation altogether.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she asked, but her face, tone, everything told him she already knew.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.” It wasn’t a lie. He wouldn’t survive it. Not from her.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

“Me, Y/N,” Beau admitted. “I’m perfect for you. For both of you.”

Part Three

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The Girls Next Door, Part Two

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: General

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It truly fuels a creative’s muse. If you’re too shy or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖

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Beau’s POV

“Are you really going to stand there until I lock my door when you’re right there, and nothing is going to happen?” Y/N looked amused but flattered as she folded her arms across her chest.

“You’re damn right, I am! You can never be too careful,” Beau smirked. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Maybe it was the cop in him, or perhaps it was just his feelings for the beautiful single mother that made him want to take care of her.

“Goodnight, Sheriff,” Y/N grinned as she closed the door. Beau remained on the porch until he heard the key turn in the door, locking them in safely for the night.

Emily smirked at him when he got into the truck, and he knew that look never meant anything good. “You should ask Y/N out. Y’all would be cute together,” she eventually said, impatient at his silence.

“That’s not…” he sighed. “Alright, listen. After your mom, I’m not looking—I don’t want another…” Beau paused before he sighed, and Emily quickly filled the silence.

“I know, Dad. I hate what Mom did to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I’ll never forgive her for it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try again. You deserve that. And so does Y/N.”

“It’s complicated, Emily, alright? Your mother deeply hurt me, and that’s not something you get over easily. And Y/N has a young kid. She’ll be wary about introducing someone new into Mia’s life.”

“You’re not new, though, are you?” Trust Emily to be the voice of reason, beating away his insecurities, and he wondered when his baby girl had become such a wise young lady.

“What if it doesn’t work, Em? We’re neighbours, and she has a kid who could get caught up in the fallout. I don’t want another child hurt because I’ve failed at another relationship,” Beau voiced one of his deepest insecurities, immediately regretting putting it on his teenage daughter’s shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Emily said as if it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.

“There’s a million reasons. First of all, I’m a workaholic,” Beau said, stopping short at Emily’s grunt of disapproval.

“That’s Mom talking. You weren’t working tonight, were you? And thanks to Y/N’s offer, you’re not working on Sunday either,” she smirked again. “What are you really scared of, Dad? I want you to be happy. You deserve that after Mom.”

Beau glanced at his little girl, growing up right before his eyes and sighed. “What if she doesn’t see me that way?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask her,” Emily said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Saved by the bell, now get! It’s late, and you’ve got school in the morning,” Beau said, pulling to a stop outside Carla and Avery’s house.

“Deflecting as usual, I see!” Emily laughed as she unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her school bag. “This conversation isn’t over!” she pointed at him with a stern look that was too much like her mother’s and opened the car door.

Beau walked her to the front door and, as he’d done with Y/N, stood on the porch and waited until he heard the locks turn before heading back to his truck.

Driving home, he thought about Emily's words. He wished he was as fearless and free with his heart as she was, but Carla’s wounds ran far below the surface, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to put himself through loving someone again. Still, something in him wanted to try. Something deep down in his heart was telling him it was worth it. Y/N was worth it.

“I can’t believe I’m taking dating advice from my teenage daughter!” Beau scoffed as he put his truck in park on his driveway and got out.

He glanced at Y/N’s house and smiled. There was no harm in finding out where she stood with the whole dating thing, right?

Y/N’s POV

To say Mia was excited for their dinner guest was an understatement; bouncing off the walls seemed more appropriate. If Y/N didn’t know better, she’d have sworn her daughter had been pumped full of sugar.

She’d made sure to wait until Beau had confirmed he would make it before telling Mia he was coming. The little girl had taken an instant liking to the gentle sheriff, and she couldn’t bear to see her disappointed if he had to rain-check on the invitation.

“How about,” Y/N said to Mia, who was jumping up and down on the sofa, “we put on Frozen, and Beau will be here by the time it’s finished. How does that sound?” Trying to calm a hyper four-year-old was no easy task, but for whatever reason, that movie was the only thing that could hold her undivided attention from start to finish.

“Okay, Mommy.” Mia jumped off the sofa and turned on the television. Y/N wasn’t sure if that fact embarrassed or impressed her, but it wasn’t a surprise. Working two jobs had made Mia a little older than her years and more independent than she liked to admit, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, and clothes on their backs.

With her daughter settled and distracted, Y/N returned to preparing dinner. She wanted the meal to go perfectly, which was strange because Beau’d had her cooking many times before and had nothing but good things to say about it. The self-proclaimed meat man even raved about her vegetarian lasagne to anyone who’d listen for weeks afterwards.

She was nervous, too, and that was another strange feeling about her neighbour coming over for dinner. It wasn’t a feeling she associated with Beau. He’d never made her nervous before, and it made her feel more than a little bit uncomfortable.

The opening bars of “Let It Go” floating in from the living room felt timely, and that was exactly what she did: let her thoughts go.

As predicted, Beau knocked on the door with ten minutes left of the movie, allowing him just enough time to have a few sips from a bottle of beer before Mia barreled into the kitchen and almost knocked him off his feet with the force she threw herself at him.

“Well, hey there, little lady!” Beau grinned at her delight at seeing him. “What d’ya say we help Mommy and set the table for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that, Beau. You’re our guest,” Y/N tried to protest, but he waved her off, taking Mia’s hand as she led him around the kitchen, pointing out the cupboards and drawers he needed to go to.

“The plates live there,” Mia pointed to one of the wall cupboards, “and the grown-up glasses live next door. Mine live in here!” She opened the cupboard next to the sink and triumphantly pulled out a plastic Elsa cup, making him laugh.

“Alright, and what about the knives and forks? Do you want to show me where they live?” Beau grinned. He already knew where they were, but Y/N found it cute that he entertained Mia.

As she finished cooking, Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Mia and Beau talked and laughed the whole time they set the table, making her feel more content than she had in a long time.

“What are you so happy about?” Beau’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off.

“Come on now, darlin’! A smile like that isn’t nothing,” he said, grabbing dishes filled with food and putting them on the dining table.

“Seeing Mia right now,” she sighed, “It’s something I never thought… you know what? It’s stupid,” she shrugged as she took the carving knife and fork from their wall hooks.

“Hey, listen to me. Your thoughts and feelings aren’t stupid, darlin,” Beau said as he blocked her route to the dining table with his broad body. “They’re valid, and they’re yours. Now, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but never think something like this is stupid.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “As you know, Mia’s never known her father or had a father figure. And it’s nice to see her happy. I mean, she’s always happy. She’s a little ray of sunshine all the time, but seeing her when you’re around, it’s a different kind of happiness. A kind that I never thought I’d see,” she shrugged, and Beau tilted his head silently, requesting more information.

“A father figure, Beau,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to put any responsibility on you for anything, but it’s just so nice to see her have a good and kind man in her life that she can look up to.”

“And you didn’t think she’d ever have that?” Beau frowned as she shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Well, at least not when she was young enough for it to make a significant impact on her. My priority will always be Mia. So, I’ll probably wait until she’s older before I think about having another person as a priority in my life. Or bringing someone into hers who might not stay.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry! Can we eat yet?” Mia asked.

“Alright, we’re coming!” Y/N chuckled.

After dinner, Y/N bribed Mia with watching cartoons in the living room, giving her and Beau a chance to talk as they cleared up after the meal.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N smiled softly, watching as he rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

“Come on, now, darlin’. You’ve spent all afternoon cooking this delicious meal for me. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re a guest, Beau. Guests don’t do cleanup duties!” she chucked, filling the refrigerator with leftovers.

“You think I could get some of that to go?” Beau nodded towards the fridge, gesturing to the leftovers.

“Already got a Tupperware filled for you!” Y/N grinned as she closed the fridge door. “And don’t change the subject!”

“It’s the polite and right thing to do when someone offers you a home-cooked meal. Think of it as my way of thanking you and giving you a little time to put your feet up.”

“Beau—”

“Y/N, please,” Beau huffed a laugh. “Sit, enjoy your beer and let me clear up.”

“Okay,” she relented. “Thank you.”

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, Y/N groaned as her tired muscles relaxed. She took a long sip from the bottle and sighed contentedly.

“What?” she smirked at Beau’s chuckle.

“Nothing, darlin’. I just thought I’d have a bigger fight on my hands getting you to relax!” Y/N laughed at how accurate Beau’s statement would usually have been.

“Normally, you’d be right, but it’s not often I have someone around to help me clean up after mealtimes, so I figured I’d take advantage of your offer,” she shrugged and sipped from her beer bottle again.

“Good. Because you deserve to be taken care of, too.” Beau had wanted to continue their conversation from before dinner and hadn’t known how to bring it up again, but this gave him the perfect opportunity. “You know, if you had a boyfriend, he could take care of you.”

“Maybe. But my priority is—”

“Mia, I know. As she should be. But it’s not fair on you to put your future on hold. Don’t you want to have love and companionship? Or more kids?”

“If I meet the right guy, yeah, absolutely. But I’m not going to go out and look for someone. I work two jobs, and I only get a few hours a day with her and every other weekend as it is. If I start going out to bars or whatever looking for dates, I’d get to spend even less time with her.”

“Okay, then let me ask you this: who is the right guy for you? What would he have to do to convince you to go on a date with him?”

“He’ll be kind and considerate. He’ll be a gentleman and good with kids, obviously. He’ll love at-home date nights as much as out-on-the-town date nights.” She was smiling as she told him what her perfect man was, and he was smiling because he knew he was that man.

“He’ll also need to be understanding and able to accept that I have a kid, and we’d need to take things slowly and at my pace, and then at Mia’s pace. They’d meet her on my terms and continue to be a part of her life on hers.”

“For someone who’s waiting until her daughter gets older, you’ve thought a lot about this!” Beau laughed. “Are you sure you’re not looking for a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you have someone in mind?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” Beau asked. All playfulness was gone from his voice, and a more serious and deep tone took over.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but Beau wasn’t finished, and he walked around her kitchen island and stood next to her.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she gulped.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.”

She knew it was him because of the change in his stance and body language, the contortion of his facial features, the shift in his tone and their conversation. She never wanted to let herself believe it. It was something she’d only dreamed about, and if she was completely honest with herself, something she’d tried–and failed–to fight.

Beau was perfect in every way for her. She’d known that since the day she’d invited him in for coffee when he’d moved in and knocked on her door to ask where the nearest coffee shop was. But back then, she didn’t know him. Back then, she was protecting herself and Mia.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

Beau’s POV

All Beau had done since his conversation with Emily a few nights ago was think about how right she was. He did deserve another chance at love and happiness. He might have messed it up the first time, but he and Carla were young, and he’d changed a lot since then. And he realised now that the downfall of their marriage wasn’t entirely his fault. Yes, he’d kick-started the unfortunate chain of events, but she’d given up on him when he’d needed her the most.

The more he thought about Y/N, the more he noticed it: the coy smiles and soft, lingering touches. The way she asked him how he was or how his day had been and genuinely wanted to know the answer, doing everything she could to cheer him up if the occasion asked for it. He knew friends could do all of those things, but his gut told him this was different.

He didn’t know when it’d happened, but they’d gone past friendship and became someone important in each other’s lives. Emily questioning him in the way she did made him see it. His thoughts had been on nothing else when he wasn’t at work, and it made him accept it and want to fight for it. It’s what made him bring it up with her in the first place. And what made him revisit the conversation when they were alone again.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” he asked when the opportunity presented itself. It hadn’t been planned, but he couldn’t take it back now.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but he interrupted before he backed out of this conversation altogether.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she asked, but her face, tone, everything told him she already knew.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.” It wasn’t a lie. He wouldn’t survive it. Not from her.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

“Me, Y/N,” Beau admitted. “I’m perfect for you. For both of you.”

Part Three

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The Girls Next Door, Part Two

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: General

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

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Beau’s POV

“Are you really going to stand there until I lock my door when you’re right there, and nothing is going to happen?” Y/N looked amused but flattered as she folded her arms across her chest.

“You’re damn right, I am! You can never be too careful,” Beau smirked. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Maybe it was the cop in him, or perhaps it was just his feelings for the beautiful single mother that made him want to take care of her.

“Goodnight, Sheriff,” Y/N grinned as she closed the door. Beau remained on the porch until he heard the key turn in the door, locking them in safely for the night.

Emily smirked at him when he got into the truck, and he knew that look never meant anything good. “You should ask Y/N out. Y’all would be cute together,” she eventually said, impatient at his silence.

“That’s not…” he sighed. “Alright, listen. After your mom, I’m not looking—I don’t want another…” Beau paused before he sighed, and Emily quickly filled the silence.

“I know, Dad. I hate what Mom did to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I’ll never forgive her for it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try again. You deserve that. And so does Y/N.”

“It’s complicated, Emily, alright? Your mother deeply hurt me, and that’s not something you get over easily. And Y/N has a young kid. She’ll be wary about introducing someone new into Mia’s life.”

“You’re not new, though, are you?” Trust Emily to be the voice of reason, beating away his insecurities, and he wondered when his baby girl had become such a wise young lady.

“What if it doesn’t work, Em? We’re neighbours, and she has a kid who could get caught up in the fallout. I don’t want another child hurt because I’ve failed at another relationship,” Beau voiced one of his deepest insecurities, immediately regretting putting it on his teenage daughter’s shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Emily said as if it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.

“There’s a million reasons. First of all, I’m a workaholic,” Beau said, stopping short at Emily’s grunt of disapproval.

“That’s Mom talking. You weren’t working tonight, were you? And thanks to Y/N’s offer, you’re not working on Sunday either,” she smirked again. “What are you really scared of, Dad? I want you to be happy. You deserve that after Mom.”

Beau glanced at his little girl, growing up right before his eyes and sighed. “What if she doesn’t see me that way?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask her,” Emily said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Saved by the bell, now get! It’s late, and you’ve got school in the morning,” Beau said, pulling to a stop outside Carla and Avery’s house.

“Deflecting as usual, I see!” Emily laughed as she unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her school bag. “This conversation isn’t over!” she pointed at him with a stern look that was too much like her mother’s and opened the car door.

Beau walked her to the front door and, as he’d done with Y/N, stood on the porch and waited until he heard the locks turn before heading back to his truck.

Driving home, he thought about Emily's words. He wished he was as fearless and free with his heart as she was, but Carla’s wounds ran far below the surface, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to put himself through loving someone again. Still, something in him wanted to try. Something deep down in his heart was telling him it was worth it. Y/N was worth it.

“I can’t believe I’m taking dating advice from my teenage daughter!” Beau scoffed as he put his truck in park on his driveway and got out.

He glanced at Y/N’s house and smiled. There was no harm in finding out where she stood with the whole dating thing, right?

Y/N’s POV

To say Mia was excited for their dinner guest was an understatement; bouncing off the walls seemed more appropriate. If Y/N didn’t know better, she’d have sworn her daughter had been pumped full of sugar.

She’d made sure to wait until Beau had confirmed he would make it before telling Mia he was coming. The little girl had taken an instant liking to the gentle sheriff, and she couldn’t bear to see her disappointed if he had to rain-check on the invitation.

“How about,” Y/N said to Mia, who was jumping up and down on the sofa, “we put on Frozen, and Beau will be here by the time it’s finished. How does that sound?” Trying to calm a hyper four-year-old was no easy task, but for whatever reason, that movie was the only thing that could hold her undivided attention from start to finish.

“Okay, Mommy.” Mia jumped off the sofa and turned on the television. Y/N wasn’t sure if that fact embarrassed or impressed her, but it wasn’t a surprise. Working two jobs had made Mia a little older than her years and more independent than she liked to admit, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, and clothes on their backs.

With her daughter settled and distracted, Y/N returned to preparing dinner. She wanted the meal to go perfectly, which was strange because Beau’d had her cooking many times before and had nothing but good things to say about it. The self-proclaimed meat man even raved about her vegetarian lasagne to anyone who’d listen for weeks afterwards.

She was nervous, too, and that was another strange feeling about her neighbour coming over for dinner. It wasn’t a feeling she associated with Beau. He’d never made her nervous before, and it made her feel more than a little bit uncomfortable.

The opening bars of “Let It Go” floating in from the living room felt timely, and that was exactly what she did: let her thoughts go.

As predicted, Beau knocked on the door with ten minutes left of the movie, allowing him just enough time to have a few sips from a bottle of beer before Mia barreled into the kitchen and almost knocked him off his feet with the force she threw herself at him.

“Well, hey there, little lady!” Beau grinned at her delight at seeing him. “What d’ya say we help Mommy and set the table for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that, Beau. You’re our guest,” Y/N tried to protest, but he waved her off, taking Mia’s hand as she led him around the kitchen, pointing out the cupboards and drawers he needed to go to.

“The plates live there,” Mia pointed to one of the wall cupboards, “and the grown-up glasses live next door. Mine live in here!” She opened the cupboard next to the sink and triumphantly pulled out a plastic Elsa cup, making him laugh.

“Alright, and what about the knives and forks? Do you want to show me where they live?” Beau grinned. He already knew where they were, but Y/N found it cute that he entertained Mia.

As she finished cooking, Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Mia and Beau talked and laughed the whole time they set the table, making her feel more content than she had in a long time.

“What are you so happy about?” Beau’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off.

“Come on now, darlin’! A smile like that isn’t nothing,” he said, grabbing dishes filled with food and putting them on the dining table.

“Seeing Mia right now,” she sighed, “It’s something I never thought… you know what? It’s stupid,” she shrugged as she took the carving knife and fork from their wall hooks.

“Hey, listen to me. Your thoughts and feelings aren’t stupid, darlin,” Beau said as he blocked her route to the dining table with his broad body. “They’re valid, and they’re yours. Now, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but never think something like this is stupid.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “As you know, Mia’s never known her father or had a father figure. And it’s nice to see her happy. I mean, she’s always happy. She’s a little ray of sunshine all the time, but seeing her when you’re around, it’s a different kind of happiness. A kind that I never thought I’d see,” she shrugged, and Beau tilted his head silently, requesting more information.

“A father figure, Beau,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to put any responsibility on you for anything, but it’s just so nice to see her have a good and kind man in her life that she can look up to.”

“And you didn’t think she’d ever have that?” Beau frowned as she shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Well, at least not when she was young enough for it to make a significant impact on her. My priority will always be Mia. So, I’ll probably wait until she’s older before I think about having another person as a priority in my life. Or bringing someone into hers who might not stay.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry! Can we eat yet?” Mia asked.

“Alright, we’re coming!” Y/N chuckled.

After dinner, Y/N bribed Mia with watching cartoons in the living room, giving her and Beau a chance to talk as they cleared up after the meal.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N smiled softly, watching as he rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

“Come on, now, darlin’. You’ve spent all afternoon cooking this delicious meal for me. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re a guest, Beau. Guests don’t do cleanup duties!” she chucked, filling the refrigerator with leftovers.

“You think I could get some of that to go?” Beau nodded towards the fridge, gesturing to the leftovers.

“Already got a Tupperware filled for you!” Y/N grinned as she closed the fridge door. “And don’t change the subject!”

“It’s the polite and right thing to do when someone offers you a home-cooked meal. Think of it as my way of thanking you and giving you a little time to put your feet up.”

“Beau—”

“Y/N, please,” Beau huffed a laugh. “Sit, enjoy your beer and let me clear up.”

“Okay,” she relented. “Thank you.”

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, Y/N groaned as her tired muscles relaxed. She took a long sip from the bottle and sighed contentedly.

“What?” she smirked at Beau’s chuckle.

“Nothing, darlin’. I just thought I’d have a bigger fight on my hands getting you to relax!” Y/N laughed at how accurate Beau’s statement would usually have been.

“Normally, you’d be right, but it’s not often I have someone around to help me clean up after mealtimes, so I figured I’d take advantage of your offer,” she shrugged and sipped from her beer bottle again.

“Good. Because you deserve to be taken care of, too.” Beau had wanted to continue their conversation from before dinner and hadn’t known how to bring it up again, but this gave him the perfect opportunity. “You know, if you had a boyfriend, he could take care of you.”

“Maybe. But my priority is—”

“Mia, I know. As she should be. But it’s not fair on you to put your future on hold. Don’t you want to have love and companionship? Or more kids?”

“If I meet the right guy, yeah, absolutely. But I’m not going to go out and look for someone. I work two jobs, and I only get a few hours a day with her and every other weekend as it is. If I start going out to bars or whatever looking for dates, I’d get to spend even less time with her.”

“Okay, then let me ask you this: who is the right guy for you? What would he have to do to convince you to go on a date with him?”

“He’ll be kind and considerate. He’ll be a gentleman and good with kids, obviously. He’ll love at-home date nights as much as out-on-the-town date nights.” She was smiling as she told him what her perfect man was, and he was smiling because he knew he was that man.

“He’ll also need to be understanding and able to accept that I have a kid, and we’d need to take things slowly and at my pace, and then at Mia’s pace. They’d meet her on my terms and continue to be a part of her life on hers.”

“For someone who’s waiting until her daughter gets older, you’ve thought a lot about this!” Beau laughed. “Are you sure you’re not looking for a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you have someone in mind?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” Beau asked. All playfulness was gone from his voice, and a more serious and deep tone took over.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but Beau wasn’t finished, and he walked around her kitchen island and stood next to her.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she gulped.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.”

She knew it was him because of the change in his stance and body language, the contortion of his facial features, the shift in his tone and their conversation. She never wanted to let herself believe it. It was something she’d only dreamed about, and if she was completely honest with herself, something she’d tried–and failed–to fight.

Beau was perfect in every way for her. She’d known that since the day she’d invited him in for coffee when he’d moved in and knocked on her door to ask where the nearest coffee shop was. But back then, she didn’t know him. Back then, she was protecting herself and Mia.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

Beau’s POV

All Beau had done since his conversation with Emily a few nights ago was think about how right she was. He did deserve another chance at love and happiness. He might have messed it up the first time, but he and Carla were young, and he’d changed a lot since then. And he realised now that the downfall of their marriage wasn’t entirely his fault. Yes, he’d kick-started the unfortunate chain of events, but she’d given up on him when he’d needed her the most.

The more he thought about Y/N, the more he noticed it: the coy smiles and soft, lingering touches. The way she asked him how he was or how his day had been and genuinely wanted to know the answer, doing everything she could to cheer him up if the occasion asked for it. He knew friends could do all of those things, but his gut told him this was different.

He didn’t know when it’d happened, but they’d gone past friendship and became someone important in each other’s lives. Emily questioning him in the way she did made him see it. His thoughts had been on nothing else when he wasn’t at work, and it made him accept it and want to fight for it. It’s what made him bring it up with her in the first place. And what made him revisit the conversation when they were alone again.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” he asked when the opportunity presented itself. It hadn’t been planned, but he couldn’t take it back now.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but he interrupted before he backed out of this conversation altogether.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she asked, but her face, tone, everything told him she already knew.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.” It wasn’t a lie. He wouldn’t survive it. Not from her.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

“Me, Y/N,” Beau admitted. “I’m perfect for you. For both of you.”

Part Three

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The Girls Next Door, Part Two

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: General

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

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Beau’s POV

“Are you really going to stand there until I lock my door when you’re right there, and nothing is going to happen?” Y/N looked amused but flattered as she folded her arms across her chest.

“You’re damn right, I am! You can never be too careful,” Beau smirked. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Maybe it was the cop in him, or perhaps it was just his feelings for the beautiful single mother that made him want to take care of her.

“Goodnight, Sheriff,” Y/N grinned as she closed the door. Beau remained on the porch until he heard the key turn in the door, locking them in safely for the night.

Emily smirked at him when he got into the truck, and he knew that look never meant anything good. “You should ask Y/N out. Y’all would be cute together,” she eventually said, impatient at his silence.

“That’s not…” he sighed. “Alright, listen. After your mom, I’m not looking—I don’t want another…” Beau paused before he sighed, and Emily quickly filled the silence.

“I know, Dad. I hate what Mom did to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I’ll never forgive her for it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try again. You deserve that. And so does Y/N.”

“It’s complicated, Emily, alright? Your mother deeply hurt me, and that’s not something you get over easily. And Y/N has a young kid. She’ll be wary about introducing someone new into Mia’s life.”

“You’re not new, though, are you?” Trust Emily to be the voice of reason, beating away his insecurities, and he wondered when his baby girl had become such a wise young lady.

“What if it doesn’t work, Em? We’re neighbours, and she has a kid who could get caught up in the fallout. I don’t want another child hurt because I’ve failed at another relationship,” Beau voiced one of his deepest insecurities, immediately regretting putting it on his teenage daughter’s shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Emily said as if it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.

“There’s a million reasons. First of all, I’m a workaholic,” Beau said, stopping short at Emily’s grunt of disapproval.

“That’s Mom talking. You weren’t working tonight, were you? And thanks to Y/N’s offer, you’re not working on Sunday either,” she smirked again. “What are you really scared of, Dad? I want you to be happy. You deserve that after Mom.”

Beau glanced at his little girl, growing up right before his eyes and sighed. “What if she doesn’t see me that way?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask her,” Emily said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Saved by the bell, now get! It’s late, and you’ve got school in the morning,” Beau said, pulling to a stop outside Carla and Avery’s house.

“Deflecting as usual, I see!” Emily laughed as she unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her school bag. “This conversation isn’t over!” she pointed at him with a stern look that was too much like her mother’s and opened the car door.

Beau walked her to the front door and, as he’d done with Y/N, stood on the porch and waited until he heard the locks turn before heading back to his truck.

Driving home, he thought about Emily's words. He wished he was as fearless and free with his heart as she was, but Carla’s wounds ran far below the surface, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to put himself through loving someone again. Still, something in him wanted to try. Something deep down in his heart was telling him it was worth it. Y/N was worth it.

“I can’t believe I’m taking dating advice from my teenage daughter!” Beau scoffed as he put his truck in park on his driveway and got out.

He glanced at Y/N’s house and smiled. There was no harm in finding out where she stood with the whole dating thing, right?

Y/N’s POV

To say Mia was excited for their dinner guest was an understatement; bouncing off the walls seemed more appropriate. If Y/N didn’t know better, she’d have sworn her daughter had been pumped full of sugar.

She’d made sure to wait until Beau had confirmed he would make it before telling Mia he was coming. The little girl had taken an instant liking to the gentle sheriff, and she couldn’t bear to see her disappointed if he had to rain-check on the invitation.

“How about,” Y/N said to Mia, who was jumping up and down on the sofa, “we put on Frozen, and Beau will be here by the time it’s finished. How does that sound?” Trying to calm a hyper four-year-old was no easy task, but for whatever reason, that movie was the only thing that could hold her undivided attention from start to finish.

“Okay, Mommy.” Mia jumped off the sofa and turned on the television. Y/N wasn’t sure if that fact embarrassed or impressed her, but it wasn’t a surprise. Working two jobs had made Mia a little older than her years and more independent than she liked to admit, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, and clothes on their backs.

With her daughter settled and distracted, Y/N returned to preparing dinner. She wanted the meal to go perfectly, which was strange because Beau’d had her cooking many times before and had nothing but good things to say about it. The self-proclaimed meat man even raved about her vegetarian lasagne to anyone who’d listen for weeks afterwards.

She was nervous, too, and that was another strange feeling about her neighbour coming over for dinner. It wasn’t a feeling she associated with Beau. He’d never made her nervous before, and it made her feel more than a little bit uncomfortable.

The opening bars of “Let It Go” floating in from the living room felt timely, and that was exactly what she did: let her thoughts go.

As predicted, Beau knocked on the door with ten minutes left of the movie, allowing him just enough time to have a few sips from a bottle of beer before Mia barreled into the kitchen and almost knocked him off his feet with the force she threw herself at him.

“Well, hey there, little lady!” Beau grinned at her delight at seeing him. “What d’ya say we help Mommy and set the table for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that, Beau. You’re our guest,” Y/N tried to protest, but he waved her off, taking Mia’s hand as she led him around the kitchen, pointing out the cupboards and drawers he needed to go to.

“The plates live there,” Mia pointed to one of the wall cupboards, “and the grown-up glasses live next door. Mine live in here!” She opened the cupboard next to the sink and triumphantly pulled out a plastic Elsa cup, making him laugh.

“Alright, and what about the knives and forks? Do you want to show me where they live?” Beau grinned. He already knew where they were, but Y/N found it cute that he entertained Mia.

As she finished cooking, Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Mia and Beau talked and laughed the whole time they set the table, making her feel more content than she had in a long time.

“What are you so happy about?” Beau’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off.

“Come on now, darlin’! A smile like that isn’t nothing,” he said, grabbing dishes filled with food and putting them on the dining table.

“Seeing Mia right now,” she sighed, “It’s something I never thought… you know what? It’s stupid,” she shrugged as she took the carving knife and fork from their wall hooks.

“Hey, listen to me. Your thoughts and feelings aren’t stupid, darlin,” Beau said as he blocked her route to the dining table with his broad body. “They’re valid, and they’re yours. Now, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but never think something like this is stupid.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “As you know, Mia’s never known her father or had a father figure. And it’s nice to see her happy. I mean, she’s always happy. She’s a little ray of sunshine all the time, but seeing her when you’re around, it’s a different kind of happiness. A kind that I never thought I’d see,” she shrugged, and Beau tilted his head silently, requesting more information.

“A father figure, Beau,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to put any responsibility on you for anything, but it’s just so nice to see her have a good and kind man in her life that she can look up to.”

“And you didn’t think she’d ever have that?” Beau frowned as she shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Well, at least not when she was young enough for it to make a significant impact on her. My priority will always be Mia. So, I’ll probably wait until she’s older before I think about having another person as a priority in my life. Or bringing someone into hers who might not stay.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry! Can we eat yet?” Mia asked.

“Alright, we’re coming!” Y/N chuckled.

After dinner, Y/N bribed Mia with watching cartoons in the living room, giving her and Beau a chance to talk as they cleared up after the meal.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N smiled softly, watching as he rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

“Come on, now, darlin’. You’ve spent all afternoon cooking this delicious meal for me. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re a guest, Beau. Guests don’t do cleanup duties!” she chucked, filling the refrigerator with leftovers.

“You think I could get some of that to go?” Beau nodded towards the fridge, gesturing to the leftovers.

“Already got a Tupperware filled for you!” Y/N grinned as she closed the fridge door. “And don’t change the subject!”

“It’s the polite and right thing to do when someone offers you a home-cooked meal. Think of it as my way of thanking you and giving you a little time to put your feet up.”

“Beau—”

“Y/N, please,” Beau huffed a laugh. “Sit, enjoy your beer and let me clear up.”

“Okay,” she relented. “Thank you.”

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, Y/N groaned as her tired muscles relaxed. She took a long sip from the bottle and sighed contentedly.

“What?” she smirked at Beau’s chuckle.

“Nothing, darlin’. I just thought I’d have a bigger fight on my hands getting you to relax!” Y/N laughed at how accurate Beau’s statement would usually have been.

“Normally, you’d be right, but it’s not often I have someone around to help me clean up after mealtimes, so I figured I’d take advantage of your offer,” she shrugged and sipped from her beer bottle again.

“Good. Because you deserve to be taken care of, too.” Beau had wanted to continue their conversation from before dinner and hadn’t known how to bring it up again, but this gave him the perfect opportunity. “You know, if you had a boyfriend, he could take care of you.”

“Maybe. But my priority is—”

“Mia, I know. As she should be. But it’s not fair on you to put your future on hold. Don’t you want to have love and companionship? Or more kids?”

“If I meet the right guy, yeah, absolutely. But I’m not going to go out and look for someone. I work two jobs, and I only get a few hours a day with her and every other weekend as it is. If I start going out to bars or whatever looking for dates, I’d get to spend even less time with her.”

“Okay, then let me ask you this: who is the right guy for you? What would he have to do to convince you to go on a date with him?”

“He’ll be kind and considerate. He’ll be a gentleman and good with kids, obviously. He’ll love at-home date nights as much as out-on-the-town date nights.” She was smiling as she told him what her perfect man was, and he was smiling because he knew he was that man.

“He’ll also need to be understanding and able to accept that I have a kid, and we’d need to take things slowly and at my pace, and then at Mia’s pace. They’d meet her on my terms and continue to be a part of her life on hers.”

“For someone who’s waiting until her daughter gets older, you’ve thought a lot about this!” Beau laughed. “Are you sure you’re not looking for a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you have someone in mind?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” Beau asked. All playfulness was gone from his voice, and a more serious and deep tone took over.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but Beau wasn’t finished, and he walked around her kitchen island and stood next to her.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she gulped.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.”

She knew it was him because of the change in his stance and body language, the contortion of his facial features, the shift in his tone and their conversation. She never wanted to let herself believe it. It was something she’d only dreamed about, and if she was completely honest with herself, something she’d tried–and failed–to fight.

Beau was perfect in every way for her. She’d known that since the day she’d invited him in for coffee when he’d moved in and knocked on her door to ask where the nearest coffee shop was. But back then, she didn’t know him. Back then, she was protecting herself and Mia.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

Beau’s POV

All Beau had done since his conversation with Emily a few nights ago was think about how right she was. He did deserve another chance at love and happiness. He might have messed it up the first time, but he and Carla were young, and he’d changed a lot since then. And he realised now that the downfall of their marriage wasn’t entirely his fault. Yes, he’d kick-started the unfortunate chain of events, but she’d given up on him when he’d needed her the most.

The more he thought about Y/N, the more he noticed it: the coy smiles and soft, lingering touches. The way she asked him how he was or how his day had been and genuinely wanted to know the answer, doing everything she could to cheer him up if the occasion asked for it. He knew friends could do all of those things, but his gut told him this was different.

He didn’t know when it’d happened, but they’d gone past friendship and became someone important in each other’s lives. Emily questioning him in the way she did made him see it. His thoughts had been on nothing else when he wasn’t at work, and it made him accept it and want to fight for it. It’s what made him bring it up with her in the first place. And what made him revisit the conversation when they were alone again.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” he asked when the opportunity presented itself. It hadn’t been planned, but he couldn’t take it back now.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but he interrupted before he backed out of this conversation altogether.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she asked, but her face, tone, everything told him she already knew.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.” It wasn’t a lie. He wouldn’t survive it. Not from her.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

“Me, Y/N,” Beau admitted. “I’m perfect for you. For both of you.”

Part Three

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The Girls Next Door, Part Two

Summary: When Beau moves next door to Y/N and her daughter, Mia, he finds something he didn’t know he needed: another chance at love. Now, he needs to convince her he’s worth the risk.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Single Mother!Reader

Rating: General

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Fluff, nerves, a teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.7k

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Beau’s POV

“Are you really going to stand there until I lock my door when you’re right there, and nothing is going to happen?” Y/N looked amused but flattered as she folded her arms across her chest.

“You’re damn right, I am! You can never be too careful,” Beau smirked. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Maybe it was the cop in him, or perhaps it was just his feelings for the beautiful single mother that made him want to take care of her.

“Goodnight, Sheriff,” Y/N grinned as she closed the door. Beau remained on the porch until he heard the key turn in the door, locking them in safely for the night.

Emily smirked at him when he got into the truck, and he knew that look never meant anything good. “You should ask Y/N out. Y’all would be cute together,” she eventually said, impatient at his silence.

“That’s not…” he sighed. “Alright, listen. After your mom, I’m not looking—I don’t want another…” Beau paused before he sighed, and Emily quickly filled the silence.

“I know, Dad. I hate what Mom did to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I’ll never forgive her for it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t try again. You deserve that. And so does Y/N.”

“It’s complicated, Emily, alright? Your mother deeply hurt me, and that’s not something you get over easily. And Y/N has a young kid. She’ll be wary about introducing someone new into Mia’s life.”

“You’re not new, though, are you?” Trust Emily to be the voice of reason, beating away his insecurities, and he wondered when his baby girl had become such a wise young lady.

“What if it doesn’t work, Em? We’re neighbours, and she has a kid who could get caught up in the fallout. I don’t want another child hurt because I’ve failed at another relationship,” Beau voiced one of his deepest insecurities, immediately regretting putting it on his teenage daughter’s shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Emily said as if it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.

“There’s a million reasons. First of all, I’m a workaholic,” Beau said, stopping short at Emily’s grunt of disapproval.

“That’s Mom talking. You weren’t working tonight, were you? And thanks to Y/N’s offer, you’re not working on Sunday either,” she smirked again. “What are you really scared of, Dad? I want you to be happy. You deserve that after Mom.”

Beau glanced at his little girl, growing up right before his eyes and sighed. “What if she doesn’t see me that way?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask her,” Emily said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Saved by the bell, now get! It’s late, and you’ve got school in the morning,” Beau said, pulling to a stop outside Carla and Avery’s house.

“Deflecting as usual, I see!” Emily laughed as she unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her school bag. “This conversation isn’t over!” she pointed at him with a stern look that was too much like her mother’s and opened the car door.

Beau walked her to the front door and, as he’d done with Y/N, stood on the porch and waited until he heard the locks turn before heading back to his truck.

Driving home, he thought about Emily's words. He wished he was as fearless and free with his heart as she was, but Carla’s wounds ran far below the surface, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to put himself through loving someone again. Still, something in him wanted to try. Something deep down in his heart was telling him it was worth it. Y/N was worth it.

“I can’t believe I’m taking dating advice from my teenage daughter!” Beau scoffed as he put his truck in park on his driveway and got out.

He glanced at Y/N’s house and smiled. There was no harm in finding out where she stood with the whole dating thing, right?

Y/N’s POV

To say Mia was excited for their dinner guest was an understatement; bouncing off the walls seemed more appropriate. If Y/N didn’t know better, she’d have sworn her daughter had been pumped full of sugar.

She’d made sure to wait until Beau had confirmed he would make it before telling Mia he was coming. The little girl had taken an instant liking to the gentle sheriff, and she couldn’t bear to see her disappointed if he had to rain-check on the invitation.

“How about,” Y/N said to Mia, who was jumping up and down on the sofa, “we put on Frozen, and Beau will be here by the time it’s finished. How does that sound?” Trying to calm a hyper four-year-old was no easy task, but for whatever reason, that movie was the only thing that could hold her undivided attention from start to finish.

“Okay, Mommy.” Mia jumped off the sofa and turned on the television. Y/N wasn’t sure if that fact embarrassed or impressed her, but it wasn’t a surprise. Working two jobs had made Mia a little older than her years and more independent than she liked to admit, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, and clothes on their backs.

With her daughter settled and distracted, Y/N returned to preparing dinner. She wanted the meal to go perfectly, which was strange because Beau’d had her cooking many times before and had nothing but good things to say about it. The self-proclaimed meat man even raved about her vegetarian lasagne to anyone who’d listen for weeks afterwards.

She was nervous, too, and that was another strange feeling about her neighbour coming over for dinner. It wasn’t a feeling she associated with Beau. He’d never made her nervous before, and it made her feel more than a little bit uncomfortable.

The opening bars of “Let It Go” floating in from the living room felt timely, and that was exactly what she did: let her thoughts go.

As predicted, Beau knocked on the door with ten minutes left of the movie, allowing him just enough time to have a few sips from a bottle of beer before Mia barreled into the kitchen and almost knocked him off his feet with the force she threw herself at him.

“Well, hey there, little lady!” Beau grinned at her delight at seeing him. “What d’ya say we help Mommy and set the table for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that, Beau. You’re our guest,” Y/N tried to protest, but he waved her off, taking Mia’s hand as she led him around the kitchen, pointing out the cupboards and drawers he needed to go to.

“The plates live there,” Mia pointed to one of the wall cupboards, “and the grown-up glasses live next door. Mine live in here!” She opened the cupboard next to the sink and triumphantly pulled out a plastic Elsa cup, making him laugh.

“Alright, and what about the knives and forks? Do you want to show me where they live?” Beau grinned. He already knew where they were, but Y/N found it cute that he entertained Mia.

As she finished cooking, Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Mia and Beau talked and laughed the whole time they set the table, making her feel more content than she had in a long time.

“What are you so happy about?” Beau’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she waved him off.

“Come on now, darlin’! A smile like that isn’t nothing,” he said, grabbing dishes filled with food and putting them on the dining table.

“Seeing Mia right now,” she sighed, “It’s something I never thought… you know what? It’s stupid,” she shrugged as she took the carving knife and fork from their wall hooks.

“Hey, listen to me. Your thoughts and feelings aren’t stupid, darlin,” Beau said as he blocked her route to the dining table with his broad body. “They’re valid, and they’re yours. Now, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but never think something like this is stupid.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “As you know, Mia’s never known her father or had a father figure. And it’s nice to see her happy. I mean, she’s always happy. She’s a little ray of sunshine all the time, but seeing her when you’re around, it’s a different kind of happiness. A kind that I never thought I’d see,” she shrugged, and Beau tilted his head silently, requesting more information.

“A father figure, Beau,” she smiled. “I’m not trying to put any responsibility on you for anything, but it’s just so nice to see her have a good and kind man in her life that she can look up to.”

“And you didn’t think she’d ever have that?” Beau frowned as she shook her head.

“Why not?”

“Well, at least not when she was young enough for it to make a significant impact on her. My priority will always be Mia. So, I’ll probably wait until she’s older before I think about having another person as a priority in my life. Or bringing someone into hers who might not stay.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry! Can we eat yet?” Mia asked.

“Alright, we’re coming!” Y/N chuckled.

After dinner, Y/N bribed Mia with watching cartoons in the living room, giving her and Beau a chance to talk as they cleared up after the meal.

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N smiled softly, watching as he rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

“Come on, now, darlin’. You’ve spent all afternoon cooking this delicious meal for me. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re a guest, Beau. Guests don’t do cleanup duties!” she chucked, filling the refrigerator with leftovers.

“You think I could get some of that to go?” Beau nodded towards the fridge, gesturing to the leftovers.

“Already got a Tupperware filled for you!” Y/N grinned as she closed the fridge door. “And don’t change the subject!”

“It’s the polite and right thing to do when someone offers you a home-cooked meal. Think of it as my way of thanking you and giving you a little time to put your feet up.”

“Beau—”

“Y/N, please,” Beau huffed a laugh. “Sit, enjoy your beer and let me clear up.”

“Okay,” she relented. “Thank you.”

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, Y/N groaned as her tired muscles relaxed. She took a long sip from the bottle and sighed contentedly.

“What?” she smirked at Beau’s chuckle.

“Nothing, darlin’. I just thought I’d have a bigger fight on my hands getting you to relax!” Y/N laughed at how accurate Beau’s statement would usually have been.

“Normally, you’d be right, but it’s not often I have someone around to help me clean up after mealtimes, so I figured I’d take advantage of your offer,” she shrugged and sipped from her beer bottle again.

“Good. Because you deserve to be taken care of, too.” Beau had wanted to continue their conversation from before dinner and hadn’t known how to bring it up again, but this gave him the perfect opportunity. “You know, if you had a boyfriend, he could take care of you.”

“Maybe. But my priority is—”

“Mia, I know. As she should be. But it’s not fair on you to put your future on hold. Don’t you want to have love and companionship? Or more kids?”

“If I meet the right guy, yeah, absolutely. But I’m not going to go out and look for someone. I work two jobs, and I only get a few hours a day with her and every other weekend as it is. If I start going out to bars or whatever looking for dates, I’d get to spend even less time with her.”

“Okay, then let me ask you this: who is the right guy for you? What would he have to do to convince you to go on a date with him?”

“He’ll be kind and considerate. He’ll be a gentleman and good with kids, obviously. He’ll love at-home date nights as much as out-on-the-town date nights.” She was smiling as she told him what her perfect man was, and he was smiling because he knew he was that man.

“He’ll also need to be understanding and able to accept that I have a kid, and we’d need to take things slowly and at my pace, and then at Mia’s pace. They’d meet her on my terms and continue to be a part of her life on hers.”

“For someone who’s waiting until her daughter gets older, you’ve thought a lot about this!” Beau laughed. “Are you sure you’re not looking for a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you have someone in mind?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” Beau asked. All playfulness was gone from his voice, and a more serious and deep tone took over.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but Beau wasn’t finished, and he walked around her kitchen island and stood next to her.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she gulped.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.”

She knew it was him because of the change in his stance and body language, the contortion of his facial features, the shift in his tone and their conversation. She never wanted to let herself believe it. It was something she’d only dreamed about, and if she was completely honest with herself, something she’d tried–and failed–to fight.

Beau was perfect in every way for her. She’d known that since the day she’d invited him in for coffee when he’d moved in and knocked on her door to ask where the nearest coffee shop was. But back then, she didn’t know him. Back then, she was protecting herself and Mia.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

Beau’s POV

All Beau had done since his conversation with Emily a few nights ago was think about how right she was. He did deserve another chance at love and happiness. He might have messed it up the first time, but he and Carla were young, and he’d changed a lot since then. And he realised now that the downfall of their marriage wasn’t entirely his fault. Yes, he’d kick-started the unfortunate chain of events, but she’d given up on him when he’d needed her the most.

The more he thought about Y/N, the more he noticed it: the coy smiles and soft, lingering touches. The way she asked him how he was or how his day had been and genuinely wanted to know the answer, doing everything she could to cheer him up if the occasion asked for it. He knew friends could do all of those things, but his gut told him this was different.

He didn’t know when it’d happened, but they’d gone past friendship and became someone important in each other’s lives. Emily questioning him in the way she did made him see it. His thoughts had been on nothing else when he wasn’t at work, and it made him accept it and want to fight for it. It’s what made him bring it up with her in the first place. And what made him revisit the conversation when they were alone again.

“What would you say if I told you I did?” he asked when the opportunity presented itself. It hadn’t been planned, but he couldn’t take it back now.

“Beau, I—” Y/N began, but he interrupted before he backed out of this conversation altogether.

“Because I do. And I think he’d be perfect for you. And for Mia.”

“Who?” she asked, but her face, tone, everything told him she already knew.

“If you’re not ready to date, then I won’t tell you because, darlin’, he won’t survive another heartbreak.” It wasn’t a lie. He wouldn’t survive it. Not from her.

“Tell me, Beau. Please.”

“Me, Y/N,” Beau admitted. “I’m perfect for you. For both of you.”

Part Three

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