Whiskey fucks up and says his dead wife's name during sex with reader? 😔💔 (angst but with happy ever after?) ((your writing is wonderful))
***Poor dumb Yee-Haw bastard
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“Darlin’” He knocked on the door to the bathroom, his head hanging low and pressing against the frame.
“Go away, Jack!” He winced at how angry she sounded. Even though she had every right.
He knocked again. “Darlin’ please, just let me talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk!” There was a loud thump as something hit the door. Jack jumped back and sighed.
It had been his fault. The reason that she locked in the bathroom and he was outside, begging to be let in while standing butt naked.
“Baby, I -”
“I am not your baby!” She hissed.
Jack hung his head. Everything had been going perfect until his little slip up.
He hadn’t meant to. Didn’t even know that her name had slipped from his mouth. He wasn’t thinking about her, his dead wife. He was caught up in the sensations. The fact that he knew that he loved the woman in his arms. Rocking into her he had lost control of his senses and it had come out.
He knew something was wrong when she stiffened underneath him. Not from pleasure, no, he could never have thought that when she was hitting his chest and screaming for him to get off of her. Which he had immediately done, his face twisted in confusion.
He had been afraid he hurt her, his worst thoughts seemingly confirmed when he reached for her and she jerked away from him, leaping from the bed. Until she had turned around, tears in her eyes.
“I’m not fucking her, Jack!” She screamed at him. “You don’t get to fuck me and pretend it’s your wife!”
He felt his jaw drop as she had stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Jack at sat on the bed for what seemed like hours, even thought it was probably less than two minutes, scrubbing his hand over his face as he wondered how he had managed to fuck up so badly.
“Y/N, please….just let me in.” Jack begged. He needed to see her, he’d get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness if that was what she wanted.
The door opened and Jack almost tumbled into her as she stalked past him. She had wrapped a towel around her nude body as she marched into the bedroom to gather her clothes up. Jack quickly found his footing and rushed after her.
“Please, stop.” He pleaded. “Just look at me, darlin’”
She whirled around and Jack flinched. “I’m not your-”
She stopped when she looked at him. His own distraught expression had nothing on hers. Her eyes were red, puffy from the tears she had shed while locked in the bathroom. Her bloodshot eyes so wounded as she seemed to stare through him.
“What?” Her voice was dull, the fight gone out of her.
He gestured to the bed. “Bab- uh, Y/N, sit, let me explain.” He held his hands up as she shot him a suspicious look. “I just want to talk to you.”
She finally moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge and folding her arms across her chest.
He didn’t even bother to cover himself, instead walked in front of her and sank down to his knees.
He resisted the urge to reach for her, knowing it wouldn’t be appreciated. He swallowed and looked away before meeting her demanding stare.
“I - I didn’t know that I said it. I swear to you.” Jack rambled. “I wasn’t thinking about her, I was thinking about you.”
She scoffed and made a move to get up.
“Wait!” He begged. “Please.”
Jack lowered his head and looked down at his hand. “I stopped wearing my ring. I put it away, along with everything else that reminded me of her.” He whispered.
He nodded at the wall. “I packed away the pictures, Y/N.”
Hearing her gasp, he looked up. She was looking around the room, eyes widening when she realized that the pictures that had hung up on the walls were now missing, replaced by paintings. Her eyes finally came back to meet his. He nodded.
“Why?” She asked.
He inched forward, his hand brushing her knee gently as he waited for her reaction. If she pulled back, he wouldn’t touch her again. But she didn’t, so he cupped her knee, his thumb sweeping the side gently.
“Because I didn’t want to live in the past anymore.” He explained, his eyes pleading with her to believe him. “I want to be here, with you.”
She shook her head at him. “You called me her name, Jack.” She whispered. “You were thinking about her.”
Jack shuffled closer, shaking his head. “No. I promise you I wasn’t thinking about her.” He laid his head in her lap. “I was thinking about how I was making love to the woman I love.”
“You - you love me?” She asked.
He nodded, his cheek scrubbing the towel and her thighs. “I love you so fuckin’ much darlin’. I know I’m a fuckin’ fool. But please give me another chance.”
He closed his eyes in relief when he felt her hands brush through his hair. He had made a huge mistake, a major fuck up. But he would do whatever it took to make it up to her. She was worth it, he loved her.
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