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LadyBess' Masterlist 📖

Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

I write predominantly for Pedro Pascal characters at the moment, but this is a multi-fandom blog, so characters in and out of the 'Pedro-verse' are featured here too!

My works are often 18+ and each fic comes with its own content tags and warning. Minors, please DNI ✨

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My writing is mainly reader-insert content, but I have a mix of Female, AFAB, and Gender Neutral (GN) reader inserts 💜

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Please enjoy, and come back regularly to see what's new!

Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Most Recent One-Shot Release: "Breaking the Barrier" - (Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Preposterous Thing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young! Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) "My, Oh My" - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Breaking the Barrier" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Watch & Learn" - Dave York x Javi Gutierrez x AFAB!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "On The Nature of Daylight" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader

[yearofcreation2023]

Year of Themed Creations: June 2023 Collection (in progress)

WORDS:

The Compass Part 1 and Part 2 by @never-doubt - Year of Soulmates Shang-Chi is given a gift in Ta Lo, a compass that points to his soulmate. He's not sure he wants to find them, until it points to the historian sorcerer sent to help him figure out the Ten Rings by Wong. Can Shang-Chi figure out what to do with this compass? With his supposed soulmate? (Shang-Chi x Female!Reader)

Litha by @grogusmum - Wheel of the Year A Javi and the Beekeeper Summer Solstice Story. (JAVI GUTIÉRREZ X GN!READER)

Fifty Shades of Orange by @all-the-things-2020 - Year of Fandom Crossovers Fandom Crossover: The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Dieter Bravo unexpectedly joins the crew of the Heart of Gold. (Dieter Bravo)

To Your Rescue by @flightlessangelwings​ - Year of Protectiveness Dialogue prompt- “ hurry! take my hand! “ Action prompt- [ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire. (Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader)

Destroy All Comers by @captainsophiestark​ - Year of Olympians When Y/N's regular co-coach, Dick Grayson, is called away during an important period in the 8th grade girls' basketball season, Jason Todd has to step in and take his place.  (Jason Todd x Reader)

Candles by @keldabe-kriff​ - Year of Small Joys Enjoy my June entry for @yearofcreation2023! Made it to 902 words this time. Just a bit of quiet and comfort with Joel x Reader at the barest beginning hints of a soon-to-bloom romance. Little bit of soft and awkward Joel. (Joel Miller x Reader)

Saying I Love You With a Letter by @songsformonkeys​ - Year of Saying I Love You You receive a letter from Ezra. (Ezra x reader)

First Kill by @hopeamarsu​ - Year of Firsts The suits and ties he wears to work, while a good disguise, will never be him. And no therapy will ever fix and make him right, no matter how the government thinks it can. (Dave York)

F is for Forced Orgasms / Fucking Machines by @butchmandalorian​ - Year of ABCs of Kink This particular fic was inspired by this ask I answered from @faebirdie way back in December. Also, if you want a reference for the hogtie I wrote in for the reader, you can see that here from The Duchy under "heavy elbow." Enjoy! (Agent Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x afab!reader)

We Came Along This Road by @insomniamamma​ - Year of Kisses This one got angsty and a bit personal. My little boy had colic and my milk mostly dried up at around 6 months, but I had to start supplementing with formula long before that. Colic’s a funny thing. It really does sort itself out at around 3 months, but those three months are a fucking eternity. Silver Airways is a real regional airline serving the south eastern United States, the Bahamas and Caribbean. Since Triple Frontier was set in Florida, I figured this in an airline Frankie could fly for. His job would probably involve multiple short-hop flights a day. (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Is This How It Ends Pt. 3 by @artemiseamoon​ - Year of Whump Memories from the past haunt Rhea as she reflects on a moment that could be the cause of Santiago's personality change. (Dark! Pope, TF guys, OC| Frankie x OC)

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[pennyserenade]

his girl friday

pairing: agent whiskey x female oc , agent whiskey x original female character summary: life continues to beat on for alicia, even despite the change of situation    warnings: language, illusions to sex and talk of sex  word count: 2.1k+  rating: m ( mature ) author’s note: thanks for following along as i write this. i hope you enjoy this chapter!

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CHAPTER TWO: A DIFFERENT DRUM

The picture-perfect union of stubbornness sits in front of Champ’s desk. One is wearing an angry scowl, and he is carrying the nature of a child who has been irredeemably wounded by words (and likely has been), and the other being passive aggressive in the way she leans her body the exact opposite way of her partner (undeniably the wounded offender herself). If the diamond encrusted swan pens weren’t in front of Champ and the paper work wasn’t neatly and impeccably filled out in Alicia’s neat scrawl, perhaps there  might be a form of action to take. Be it as it is, though, everything is in order.

“Jack,” Champ smiles. Jack gives him a grunt of acknowledgment.

“Alicia,” he nods. She replies with a smile not even the best of her acting abilities could convince him was genuine.

“Well, kids, you did—“

Jack stands from his chair. “She’s leaving!” he snaps. “Did you know this?”

Champ looks at Alicia. “What’d we say?”

Jack points at Champ. “I knew it! You did know and you didn’t tell me a damn thing about it.”

She shrugs at Champ while he runs his fingers through his hair. “He was being so damn insufferable on that airplane, Champ. If you’d only been there, you’d have told him too.”

Jack takes the packet of cigarettes out of his jacket and begins to pace the room. “What am I gonna do now?” he says, putting one in his mouth. “She’s my partner!”

“Jack, sit down,” Champ says.

Jack stands in place for a moment. “Tell her, Champ—tell her how damn stupid this is!”

“I’m a grown woman, Jack! No one tells you what to do!” Alicia takes a stand from her chair.

“Oh, goddamnit,” Champ mumbles.

“No, but he’s about to! Archie’s gonna make you into a fine presentable woman, ain’t he?”

“Oh, I oughta slap you, Jack.”

“I wish you would. I’ve been itchin’ to know how well you can hold your own.”

Champ slams his hand down so hard on the desk it thuds as soon it’s connected to the surface. Both Jack and Alicia look, forgetting for a moment the emotion they’re meant to be feeling. The quiet that replaces their voices is every bit worth the pain Champ is feeling now.

“Sit down,” he says, his tone not betraying him. “Act like adults.”

They both sit back in front of him, looking startled, but Champ knows he’s only got minutes, maybe even seconds, before it all fizzles back into the commotion they were causing just before. He breathes out and continues on. “Jack, Alicia, you did good work. Thank you. The Beaufoys are not a project that will be solved in six months' time, but these swans and the information you’ve provided for us about them are a step in the right direction. You both proved your worth in obtaining them.”

Jack leans forward and flicks his ashes in the tray on Champ’s desk. “What are the swans for? I don’t think you told us.”

“They’re pieces of a puzzle, Jack,�� Alicia responds. She takes one from the desk and turns it around. Her manicured finger points to a small inscription. “They’ve all got addresses on the back, I just couldn’t make out why.”

“We believe them to be places where they’re running their money through, but we’ll be more certain about that in months to come,” Champ tells them. “Jack, you’ll still want to work on this case?”

Looking pointedly at Alicia, Jack nods his head. “I don’t abandon things.”

“Oh, qué bueno, Jackson, what a good little agent.”

“If you’re gonna start fighting in Spanish, I’m gonna have to request you leave. I can’t sort out something I can’t understand and I sure as hell don’t want to be made to suffer through it for no reason.”

“No worries, Jack doesn’t speak Spanish in front of people if he can help it. It’s beneath him.”

Jack stamps out his cigarette. “You’re on fire today, honey,” he spits out, rising from his chair again. “Here’s a little bit of Spanish for ya, as a parting gift, if you will: Adiós.”

Champ hangs his head and Jack slams the door so hard behind him, the picture on the wall falls down and shatters. Alicia looks apologetic. “Sorry,” she says. “He can be such an…ass sometimes. Pardon my language, but he just makes me so mad!”

Sighing, Champ crosses his fingers together and looks back up. “We’re all going to miss you here at Statesmen, Alicia. Don’t let him know I told you this, but I know he most of all will be feeling the loss of you in the upcoming weeks. Just do me a favor and don’t stay angry at him, will ya? He may be—and pardon my language here—a shit, but it’s all misplaced. I think he’s just angry Archie got there first.”

Alicia laughs. “Don’t be silly, Champ. He’s only being like this because Jack likes to have his cake and eat it too. He doesn’t care about me like that.”

Champ smiles softly. “Perhaps you’re right. You’ve got that womanly intuition, after all.”

She narrows her eyes, but she keeps her smile. “You know I despise that. It’s called sense, Champ. We can all have it.”

“Oh, right, then, sense.”

Alicia grabs her purse from beside her. “Thank you for everything, Champ. Everything I am now is because of your kindness.”

She extends her hand across the desk and he takes it into his. “You were the most graceful agent we ever did have, and I can’t say I’m not sorry to see you go, but I understand sometimes duty calls elsewhere. What you make your occupation next, be it housewife or mother, or whatever you see fit, I know you’ll master that too.”

She smiles. “Thank you, Champ. I better go now before I start getting—oh, what is it that you men say—womanly on you? The tears are minutes from spilling.”

Champ let’s go of her hand with a smile that matches her own on his face. “Just don’t be so harsh on Jack, will you?”

Alicia nods. “I won’t. I’ll be sure to send him an invitation to the wedding.”

It feels wrong that her career as a Statesmen agent would end like this, but after that, she crosses over the broken fragments of glass, and into her new life.

She’d be a liar to admit it didn’t hurt a tad as she walked down the hall, but sometimes even the best sacrifices in life hurt just a little.

TWO MONTHS LATER

It’s Heaven.

The morning air shifts through the sheer drapes surrounding Archie’s half open window, and cool breeze nips at her naked frame as she lays on her back for him. On his knees in front of her, and wearing no clothes himself, Archie looks very much like he could be molded after some God. Alicia is finding it won’t be so hard to be religious in this light, which is good as his mother has been adamant about her conversion to Catholicism.

Archie runs a cool hand down her side, smiling as the goosebumps rise on her skin. “You're beautiful like this. To think  in only a few months, you’ll be my wife and I’ll get you like this every day, not just weekends.”

She breathes in as his hand finds her breast. “Oh,” she moans. “That’ll be quite nice.”

Archie leans down and presses his lips to hers, and she opens her thighs to make room for him.

“Your parents would be going out of their minds if they knew all these indecent acts we’re doing before our wedding, Archie,” she whispers. “Even me staying over—your mother would be sure to hate me.”

He laughs against her skin as he rubs his nose against the underside of her jaw. “Oh, I don’t really care what they think, but I’ll be relieved when we’re married because then I can take you out of this apartment for once. Those photographers won’t leave us alone for a second. It’s a miracle they haven’t caught word of our marriage yet.”

Alicia smooths his unruly morning hair behind his ears. “Your parents are very adamant about the public not knowing until they’ve shaped me into the perfect woman for you. They’re very serious people and I think not too many people are interested in not taking them as so.”

He kisses the side of her mouth, and rests his body beside hers. “Does it bother you much? I do know that is all asking a lot, what with your job and all, and I want you happy, so if it is...”

“I don’t mind. I’d do anything if it meant having you as a husband, Archie. I love you.”

He leans his head over hers, ghosting his lips above hers. “I do love when you say that.”

She nods, encouraging him. “I don’t mean to be so indecent so soon, but I do think if you got between my thighs, you might be able to draw a few more of them out of me this morning.”

He kisses her, and she can feel the smile of his lips. “I don’t mind indecent, or crude, or anything that my parents might have you believe their son minds. I like you indecent if this is indecent. I’m thrilled about it.”

She lifts herself up, pressing into his lips. “If you can’t take me out for breakfast in town, the least you can do is make an honest woman of me this morning, Mr. Leach.”

He laughs against her, hand traveling down to pull her knees apart. “Let’s practice for when we’re married, to make it more righteous. You call me Mr. Leach and I’ll call you Mrs. Leach while we do naughty things to each other?”

“Oh, thank God for weekends, Mr. Leach,” Alicia pants out as his hand finds home between her legs.

The morning breeze has faded into the midday breeze by the time Archie and Alicia rise from bed and make themselves presentable to be seen—not that many people do see them. It’s only Archie’s maid, Nora, today, but Nora’s sort of like Archie’s mother: Alicia feels the need to look perfectly innocent in front of her.

“Afternoon, Nora,” Archie hums as they waltz into his kitchen. The coffee sits on the table and Archie fills a cup for them both. “Has anyone called?”

“Your mother, about the wedding.”

Archie looks over at Alicia. They both share a smile.

“Any specifics?”

“Wedding invitations. She wanted to know if Jack Daniels was a real name, and how you could possibly know a man with a name like that.”

Archie’s brow furrows. “I don’t know a man named that.”

“I do,” Alicia speaks up. “Tell her he’s a friend of mine, from work. Like Ginger. Remember Ginger?”

“I remember Ginger but no Jack. I don’t think you told me about him. What’d he do there?”

“Tours, mostly, of the distillery. He’s a charismatic fellow, and I’m sure you’ll like him when you meet him. I don’t know if he’ll make it but it’s important that he does get that invitation.”

“I’ll be sure he does,” he tells her. “After we eat, I’ll call my mother and tell him we do know him.”

“Thank you,” she says.

Grabbing the morning paper, Archie takes a seat at the table. “Nora, will you make us something nice to eat for lunch? We didn’t manage to catch the breakfast hour this morning, so we’re a bit starved.”

“Yes, Archie. Anything in mind?”

Archie looks at Alicia.

“Anything you feel you might like to eat as well, Nora. I’d like to get to know you, if that’s alright, being that you're so important to Archie, and I think meals are a lovely place to get to know one another.”

Archie nods. “Yes, Nora, that does sound well. I’d like that too.”

Alicia feels a tiny bit successful as she watches Nora turn to the fridge door with a smile on her face.

Whatever guilt started eating away at her for not telling Archie the complete truth of her job or Jack, for that matter, ebbs away as the sound of simple grilled cheeses hit the pan.

For a brief moment, she even allows herself to think of him, Jack. She wonders what life looks like for him, what the Beaufoy case is shaping up to be without her there to help him.

If Archie wasn’t such a lovely fellow, she might work up the courage to call and check later, but unfortunately he is, and charming and tall, too.

Whatever might be happening there can’t be half as good as what happened here, this morning, she convinces herself.

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

Sparring Partners Masterlist

IN PROGRESS

Pairing: Jack (Whiskey) Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Summary:  You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes? Or will a certain cowboy get in your way in more ways than one... 

Warnings: slow burn (sweet but painful), canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, weapons & hospitals, mutual pining, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, piv sex, fingering, cumplay, language, angst, fluff - these warnings will be updated as I continue  * - INDICATES SMUT

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You’re My Home (Catfish x Juanita Moreno [OC]) - 18+, fluff, smut, eventual kink and sub!Frankie

AO3 | Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 TBC

Ghost Stories (Mando x OC) - 18+, super slow burn

AO3 | Chapter 1 Chapter 2 TBC

When Hunter Becomes Prey (Mando x Riever [OC]) - 18+, CNC, sub!Din, hunter/prey, knife kink, AU of RieverVerse? - Snippet

AO3 | x Coming soon

Let Me Live / Let Me Die (Joel Miller x Ash [OC]) - 18+, violence, sub!Joel, dark

AO3 | This is Our Life Coming soon

Claiming Strangers (Mando x f!Reader, Omegaverse AU) - 18+, Alpha!reader, omega!Din - moodboard by @spoopyredacted

AO3 | Part 1 Part 2 TBC

This Man (Javier Gutierrez x f!Reader, Sugar Daddy AU) - 18+, Dom!Javi, he’s very bashful and sweet also

AO3 | x

A Few Quiet Moments (Mando x m!Reader) - 18+, sub!Din

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The Artist (Mando x Force sensitive!femReader)

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Liquor and Lawman (Agent Whiskey x Holli Day [OC]) - 18+, smut, kink, fluff, bisexual Agent Switchskey

AO3 | One Two

Big Shot (Maxwell Lord x Bethany Lancaster [OC]) - 18+, smut and kink, sub!Maxwell

AO3 | Part 1 Part 2

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Love’s Cost (Ezra x Reece [OC]) - tall lady, much pining, slow burn, sub!Ezra

Untitled (Marcus Pike x Callie Walker [OC]) - some unrequited pining for a bit, everyone is soft, Star is a cinnamon roll

Bathed in Red (Max Phillips x Caitlin Beck [OC]) - angst, enemies to lovers?, Max is a dick at first, the lady’s a witch! and very shy!

Untitled (Oberyn Martell x Mors Dayne [OC] x Ellaria Sand) - magic, poly, everyone is horny, ~mysterious~, cat?

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Agent Absinthe

"A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one."

Pairing: Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x OFC!Agent Annie 'Absinthe' Goode

Summary: Annie Goode has a deep understanding of weapons. Formerly just a behind the scenes, back-up on the rooftop, expert marksman. The fancy tricks and lies used in the espionage business were never a part of her job. But joining the Statesman means being adept in all areas, being the best. Good thing there's a Jack of all trades willing to help teach her.

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Agent Whiskey x nameless female oc

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OGA

"Well, howdy cowboy." she muttered to herself. The chatter that she had heard was right. The Statesman agent was very attractive. An aquiline nose and full lips created a stunning profile as he turned, back lit by the bar. He had the long legs, broad shoulders and defined biceps of a swimmer. All wrapped up in a cowboy package.

Tight dark blue jeans with matching denim jacket, a white t-shirt underneath. A cowboy hat and large belt buckle completely the look. As time was crucial, she wasted none in laying her cards out for him. "Are all Statement Agents so good looking?" She asked draping herself over the bar next to him. She didn't miss the approving gleam in his eye as he took her in.

"States what?" he forced a laugh. "I don't know what you are talking about, Sugar, but I gotta say I am glad you're talking to me."

"Cut the bull. Am OGA. I know about your mission. I have intel you are missing so you need to change up your approach."

Another laugh this was one was less forced. Deep and breathy, it made her shiver. "Oh, you're into role play? I'll play along. So what? Am Ethan Hunt, your an agent from some shadowy Government agency? Let me tell you though if my mission is to get that dress off by the end of the night, it is far from impossible." Getting close to the end of her patience, despite finding him charming, she snapped at him. "First of all, definitely more of an August Walker vibe." She gestured to his mustache. "Second of all, the woman you are about to attempt to seduce is a lesbian. The 'husband' is compensated well for his time. We have their financials and his NDA."

"Well...shit." Jack huffed. "The more than one what to peel an orange though." As he attempted to pass her, she blocked him with her hands on his chest. Did he just flex on purpose? "Let me get what you need. You can keep the husband company. Their arrangement is mutually beneficial. She keeps his family from getting suspicious of his 'friendships' with his male colleagues."

Jack didn't have much time to think as his target walked in. "So we're married, new money, visiting from Kentucky. I need a blood sample, retinal scan, fingerprints. This pen contains an aerosol it will spary something to make her compliant while drawing the blood. There's a needle in place of the ball point. She'll also forget everything afterwards. Here." One of his large hands found the small of her back and pulled her in for a kiss. Their closeness allowing him to slip the pen down her cleavage. He pulled away as their targets passed. "You could have just slipped it into my purse." She muttered. "Oh baby, where is the fun in that?" he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, sorry, er...kon-ban-wa. Sorry. My Japanese is just down right awful. Do y'all speak English?" Jack was impressed with how quickly she adopted his accent and engaged the targets.

The doctor they were here for, Noshimuri, smiled tightly. "We do. Most of the staff here do too, if you need any help." Polite but guarded. This could be tricky.

"Am real sorry to bother you. We just wanted our picture taken by this stunning view. I figured who better to capture a moment of two people in love and celebrating their anniversary than another loved up couple?" Noshimuri's eye twitched. That was a good button to push, Jack noticed. Whoever this OGA woman was, she was good.

"I will take your picture." Noshimuri agreed stiffly.

Afterwards Jack thanked them profusely, pouring the southern charm on as thick as he could, he managed to get them to accept a drink and company at their table. After the first bottle was emptied the husband was clearly smitten with Jack. Truth be told she was pretty taken with the cowboy too. His over the top flirting and playing the doting husband was cute. Coupled with the lingering touches he had placed on every part of her skin he could find, she found herself wet for him. With his arm wrapped around her and her tucked into his side she almost missed her opening to get Noshimuri alone. Giving the doctor a moment to reach the bathroom she excused herself. As she opened the outer door to the bathrooms, one of the bodyguards appeared. Obviously not wanting to draw too much attention to himself he let her pass.

Once she was in the bathroom, with Noshimuri, she could see the shadow of the guard hovering outside under the door she had to make this quick. As Noshimuri washed her hands she quietly moved next to her deploying the mist to make her compliant before drawing the blood. Noshimuri's watch covered the puncture mark perfectly. Grabbing her phone from purse she scanned Noshimuri's retina, the doctor even smiled for the camera. All she had to do was wait for the memory loss to take effect. A heavy knock landed on the door.

Returning to the table she gave Jack a subtle nod. With the finger prints on her cellphone from earlier, they had everything they needed. Everything was looking good as they settled back into conversation. Jack lips came to her neck, skimming over the skin there until he reached her ear. "Another body guard just arrived. He's talking to the one from the bathroom. I think we need to get out of here."

"One minute!" she called before moving to the door, locking it. "Darn it. The door is stuck can someone help?"

As long as the bodyguard didn't just kick the door down, she had bought a few minutes. Just as the bodyguard arrived with the manager clutching a bunch of keys, the two women emerged from the bathroom. "Got it! I was turning it the wrong way. I better slow down on the drinks!"

Giggling she pulled him in by his jacket to kiss him before leaning into his ear. "I passed a service elevator back there."

"Fuck." Jack cursed grabbing her hand before throwing the ice bucket at the body guard advancing on them. Pulling her behind him they made it into the elevator just as the newer body guard shot at them. His first couple of shots went wide, luckily she managed to get the door shut before he fired any more. "Shit. This elevator only goes up. There seems to be a storage level and the roof."

Jack leaned over pressing the button for the roof. When she gave him a quizzical look, he winked. "Trust me darling. I never go anywhere without an escape plan. Too many people want a piece of me."

"So what was that plan?" she shouted over the noise of the wind. The roof top was empty with no sign of fire escape.

"Remember when I said it was possible for me to get you out of that dress?"

A few minutes later she was stood in her underwear. Thankfully she had worn a full slip that came came to her mid thigh. Even with it being lace, it afforded her a bit more warmth. Jack finished braiding a rope together with stripes of her once beautiful silk dress. "You're 100% sure about this?"

"Yes. Ginger has never let me down. All you gotta do is hop up and wrap yourself around me. Am sure you can do that." Well, he wasn't wrong, she'd enjoy it too. Wrapping one leg around his narrow waist, she hopped up a little for him to catch her other thigh.

"Well, howdy." Jack smirked as they came face to face. He wrapped the make shift rope around their waists. Gripping her tightly he stepped off the side of the skyscraper. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as they fell for a few moments. She gripped him every hard when his parachute deployed dragging them back towards the sky.

They finally reached the safe house half an hour later. Since it was supposed to be Jack's solo mission it was a tiny room, with one, thankfully double, bed and an ensuite bathroom. Her limbs were heavy from the strain of clinging on for dear life so she decided to take a quick shower. Walking out of the bathroom she noticed Jack had already made himself comfortable. His clothes had been neatly folded then placed on the small chair in the corner. His jacket was draped over the back on it, with his shoes tuck away underneath it. The only thing that wasn't visible was his hat. Until she turned the corner and the bed came into view. Jack was lying on the bed, hands folded behind his head, long legs crossed at his ankles. His hat proudly on display, covering his private parts, the rest of him fully naked.

"Forgive my directness, Sugar, but I figured I'd save us both some time and shuck right down to the cob."

Well he did have a point. They had been dancing around each other all night. Given this one bed situation she had hoped that things would eventually go this way. Why not just get to the point? The dull thud of her towel hitting the floor was followed by a low whistle from Jack.

Crossing the space between them, she crawled up the bed coming to rest between his thighs. Taking his hat she placed it on her own head before giving his mouth watering dick her attention. Jack groaned as she licked a strip up the length of it.

"Shit, Honey, I've been thinking about that pretty mouth all night."

She answered him by slipping her lips, in a tight O-shape, over the tip, taking as much as she could in her mouth before coming back up slowly. Locking eyes with him she dribbled spit on to the head of his cock before spreading it all over with her hand. Jack knew he was done for then. She was strong, smart, beautiful and worked his cock like a pro.

"Fuck!" He growled as she sucked, pumping what she couldn't fit in her mouth with her spit slicked hand. In, what felt like to Jack, no time at all, she worked him to orgasm. "Am gonna.." is all the warning he got out before she took him deeper, swallowing his release. Some dripped out of the corner of her mouth. Jack wasted no time in scooping it up with his tongue and licking it back into her mouth. He groaned at the taste of himself on her sweet lips.

Over the next few months, their agency's agendas had married up on multiple occasions, leading to them teaming up in the field and between the sheets. The latest mission had gone south. There was nothing they could have done to stop it. Bad intel. The local support was a shit show. Even the weather was against them.

By the time they got back to the safe house they were soaked through. Silently, they had stripped their wet clothes. Both showered to rid the chill from their bones. Jack was stoking a fire in small hearth as she poured them drink. The tinkle of the bottle tapping against the glass drew his attention. Her hand was shaking.

"Hey. Hey! Come here."

"I don't want your comfort Jack!"

"The what do you want?"

"I..I don't know I just..." grunting in frustration she slammed her fist into the wall.

"I think I know what you need, Honey." he guided her to the bed, he span her around roughly forcing her face down onto it. His hands yanked down her sweatpants, exposing her from the waist down.

"Jack! What are you doing?!"

"We both know am not doing anything you don't want. You could easily get the upper hand here." They both knew he was right. He couldn't manhandle her if she didn't want it. Still, she felt the need to put up the pretence of a fight. Jack played along, throwing her onto the bed.

"You gonna make me do this the hard way, Sweetheart? Alright then."

Before she knew what was happening he was on top of her. Knees either side of her chest, his ankles hooked over her wrists, pinning them to the bed. The sharp sound of his hand meeting the flesh of her ass rang out.

"Jack!" she half moan, half whined in disbelief.

"You're angry with yourself. You think you did something wrong. You didn't but if you need to be punished, at least let me do it instead of beating yourself up." His breath fanned the dip of her lower back as he spoke, his voice low and enticing.

"Yes." He felt some of the tension leave her body beneath him as she gave her consent.

"Attagirl." Running the whip through his nimble fingers he doubled it and doubled it again. It now resemble a cat o' nine tails, much more suitable for the purpose he had in mind. Still he had to be careful not to hurt her. "Colour?"

"Green." Her reply was instant. His cock twitched in his pants. Of course she knew the colour system. He briefly wondered how many times she'd let a man own her like this. A powerful, brilliant woman relinquishing her control was so fucking sexy to him. So was the sound from her when he whipped her lightly.

"More?" he smoothed his hand over the area, soothing the sting.

"Yes. Please." He could have come right there and then. She said 'please', begged him. He held himself together to land a few more blows to her plump ass. Leaning forward to check her delicate skin, he could see the glisten of her slick gathered between her legs. His resolve crumbled at the sight. Immediately he stretched forward, his hands gripping her thighs to spread them wider, his tongue plunging into her wet hole. Jack had done such a good job getting her all worked up that it didn't take much to have her coming on his tongue.

Jack's chest rumbled with a groan as he pushed his hard length between her ass cheeks. As his balls made contact with her warm flesh, he cock head grazed her soaking folds. Slowly he repeat the motion a few times. "Jack. Faster please. I want you to come." Moving her hand even quicker, she stretched her legs out straight. Her ass gripped him tighter as he leant forward gripping the back of her thighs, bracing himself before working his cock even faster between her cheeks. The tease of his cock on her folds was too much for her. Crying out his name she came. Riding out her orgasm she muttered his name into the pillow over and over. Swiftly, she removed her hand from underneath her, just in time to save if from being crushed into the mattress as Jack sped up. His movements bouncing them both against the bed.

"Fuck. You came so easy for me. Is that all you needed? A real man to take control of you?" Jack's definition of a real man, when it came to women, was one who respects them. Manners maketh man after all. Tonight he needed to bend that rule, in a way. He still respected her. Worshipped her, if the truth be told. Tonight though she needed him to be in control. Something told him she didn't want him to be polite about it either.

"Look at you. The pretty pussy still all excited. Do you need to come again, Sugar?" Before she could answer he brought his whip back down on her ass. The 'yes' that left her lips came out as a cry. "Well go ahead." His ankles left her hands, he rose up a little to allow her to move. When she didn't he slapped the whip against her ass again. "I want you to touch yourself. I want to see what you do when you're alone." Jack stopped himself for adding 'and thinking about me'. It was more that he could hope for that she thought about him in between missions. Using the slight space her gave her, she snaked her hand between her body and the bed. Jack felt it when she found her target. The shuddering breath she let out gave him goosebumps. His cock throbbed as he got to work freeing it from his jeans, whip abandoned by the bed. Gripping her knees he spread her legs wider. The sight before him almost made him come, again. She was so wet. It filled his senses. The scent of her arousal musty and sweet. The squelch of her around his fingers as he dipped them inside of her. The gush of her fluids over his hand. The shine of his fingers before he gave in and licked them. Savouring her sweet taste he restrained himself from licking his hand clean. There was a reason he was collecting her juices.

"Fuck, Baby." he moaned as her lubed up his cock with her cum. Hips moving instinctively towards his fist. After a moment he calmed himself enough to get back to the mission he had given himself. "Ol' Jack gets you so worked up you can't help but touch yourself in front of him? Desperate little thing. I bet you'd even let me use you to get off, wouldn't you? I bet you'd even enjoy it. Dirty girl." Lowering his narrow hips to the curve of ass, he waited for her consent. "Yes Jack. God, I want you to use me." She frantically babbled moving her fingers faster on her clit.

"Fuck, Darling. Always so..so...fucking happy to be paired up with you. I always hope you'll like me touch you...like this. So fucking perfect. Always....so good for me. Always make....me come so fucking hard! Shit, am gonna..." The groan that left him as he came stretched out as he worked himself until he was soft. Fuck, speaking of soft, what had she done to him. He was supposed to in control not rambling about how he felt for her.

"I better go get cleaned up." Jack practically jumped out of the bed, not want to sit and stew in his confession.

"Jack..?" He winced at her call. "...thank you."

"You're welcome darlin'." He drawled before disappearing in the bathroom.

"Damn, it's just not my day. Well, if you do find yourself wanting for company, you could give me a call." He held out a business card between two long, thick fingers of his large hand. After a moments hesitation she took the card. Jack arrived back just in time to scowl at the man before picking her coat up and helping her put it on.

The next few missions went well, including tonight's one. That's why Jack's behaviour was so confusing to her. They'd had to pose as a couple to do some surveillance. Nothing they hadn't done before. Just like the first night they'd met and it only got easier with time. They didn't even leave the hotel bar, they hung out, snapped their pictures got ready to leave. Before they did, Jack excused himself to go to the bathroom. A few moments after he left a man approached her. "Excuse me? Miss?" Turing in her seat, she took him in. He was at least 6ft tall, broad shoulders, slim build. His dark hair was slicked back, his chiselled jaw covered stubble, both his hair and beard were peppered with greys. He was handsome but the way he carried himself made him even more attractive. Self assured, confident. He reminded her of Jack. "Forgive my interruption. I just saw a beautiful woman sitting by herself and thought about what a shame that was." He drawled in a heavy Texan accent.

"You don't need to be forgiven. I think it's sweet. I am not alone though."

When they got back to their hotel room, the honeymoon suite, for their newly married cover IDs, Jack had continued to be as quite as a church mouse. She tired to talk to him a couple of times, he just gave a short answer then moved off to do something else away from her. He was fixing a drink when the lasso dropped over his head, it tightened around his chest. In shock he span to face her.

"What? You think the city girl can't use a lasso?"

Jack grabbed the slack of the lasso with both hands. Using his body weight he twirled on the spot, pulling her to him. Reaching him she quickly bound his hands.

"Now are you going to tell me what's up or do I have to force it out of you?"

A laugh punched out of him, his tongue wet his lips. "Do what you have to, Darlin'."

"Fine." Looking up at him she dropped to her knees. Running the lasso down his body she tied his ankles together. Beginning to stand up, she stopped about half way. Pressing her shoulder into his waist, she pulled his arm to bend him forward.

"Now, just hold on!" His tone was panicked as he couldn't save himself from being tossed over her shoulder. She carried him to the bed, dumping him unceremoniously on it.

Gripping his face she asked again "Are you going to tell me?"

He wrenched his head out of her grip, set his jaw in defiance.

"Colour?" she murmured against neck as she kisses down it.

"Green all the way, Babygirl."

Smiling she lifted herself off of him, retreating to the bathroom. When she came back into view, a short silk robe loosely covered her naked body. Buttons flew off in all directions as she ripped his shirt open. Climbing on the bed she moved to straddle his face. Jack held his tongue out ready to taste her sweetness. He groaned in disappointment when she sat back on his chest instead. Slowly she ran her fingers along the lapel of her robe, when she reached her breast she slid them beneath the fabric to brush her nipple. Jack watched as her whole hand disappeared under the fabric, kneading the flesh there. A moan melted into a sign on her lips. Her other hand came up, pushed the thin fabric off her shoulder exposing her other breast. The same hand came down to cup it, she caressed it until her nipple pebbled. Jack had grown painfully hard. He thought about telling her what was wrong just so he could feel the relief of the sheath of her cunt. Fuck, if he wasn't enjoying this though. His own private show. Reaching into her pocket she produced a small bottle of lube. The scent of cherries filled his nostrils. His dick twitched at the scent memory. Her, bare on a rug by the fire, ass in the air as he filled it with his cock. His come dripping out of her puckered hole.

"Fuck." He growled as she continued to massage her breast with the lube. He could feel her wetness against his chest now.

"Colour?" She purred at him.

"Green." He gritted out.

With a saccharine smile, she trailed her fingers down to her mound before pressing them into her folds. She moaned in relief at the pressure on her clit. Pulling her fingers away she smeared Jack's lips with her excitement. He licked them hungrily, head chasing her fingers as she withdrew her hand.

"You wanna another taste, Baby?" she asked.

"You know I do." He wriggled underneath her trying to nudge her into sitting on his face.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she chastised, lifting up to hover over his face. "You only get a taste if you tell me."

Parting herself for him to see she circled her clit. Jack was transfixed by the glimmer of the fluids caught in the dusting of hair around her pussy. His cock was throbbing now. He longed to lick her clean, savour every drop of her heavenly taste. Her fingers sped up, her moans increased. Jack couldn't stand the thought of her coming without a part of him buried deep inside her.

"I was jealous." he snapped.

Panting she stilled. "What?"

"Of the guy at the bar."

"Jealous, huh?" shakily she stood. Untying the lasso from his feet she retied his hands above his head. Roughly she undid his pants, pulling them down off his hips. His cock stood proudly.

They moaned in tandem as she sunk down on him. Still teasing him, she only just took him into her warmth.

"Jealous? Why were you jealous of him? He just wanted to fuck me. You're the one that actually gets to." Slowly, she lowered herself, taking him deeper. "You're the one that gets to fill this tight little cunt. Gets to feel it grip your big, fat cock."

"Oh, fuck!" He grunted as she squeezed him inside of her.

Forgetting her teasing for a moment she bounced up and down on him, gasping at he hit the right spot. "No man has ever had me in all the ways you have. No man has made me feel the way you do. You don't have to be jealous." Picking up the pace she started to ride him in earnest. He pressed his head back into the mattress exposing his neck to her. She couldn't resist alternating kisses and bites up it. In this new position he was able to thrust up into her.

"But he didn't know that. Didn't know that you're..." he let the sentence dangle.

The next morning Jack awoke to the sound of a message from Champ. Every message he got from him in the last few days he wondered if this was it, his last mission for Statesman. Whether this whole thing with Poppy went well or not he wouldn't be able to face them afterwards, knowing what he was a part of. He knew he was doing the right thing but he doubted they would see it like that. He had to avenge his sweetheart and son. He had to make the world safer for the woman lying next to him. Who knows, maybe he could convince her to retire. They could get a little ranch. Live a peaceful life. Quietly he got dressed, resisting the urge to wake her, he kiss her forehead before leaving her a note.

"I'm what?" She searched his eyes as the moved together in sync, meeting each other's thrusts.

"You mean he didn't know who this pussy belongs too?" His thrust faltered, he was afraid he'd come all too soon.

"He didn't know that this is your pussy." Her hips sped up, she wanted to cover him in her come, to claim him. "Didn't know that it was made for you. Made to take your perfect cock. This pussy is yours, all yours Jack..." The sounds filling the room were obscene. The slap of skin on skin. The unholy moans. "....all yours. Fuck. I'm all...Jack!" She screamed as she came, her eyes rolling back in her head. She had never felt anything like it before, a build of pressure that exploded into pure pleasure.

"Yes, Sweetheart, just like that. Fucking squirting all over my cock. Fuck!" Jack came inside her, she barely felt it amongst her own fluids.

Everything passed in a blur for a while after that. Jack had broken free, sat her pliant body down at the top of the bed. He lay between her legs, his tongue had cleaned every inch of his skin. It rolled inside of her, pressing and prodding until she came again. He swallowed his own release as he drank from her. In her blissed out state she could barely move. She sat slumped, watching his pert ass bounce up and down as he ground his cock between his body and the mattress while he sucked her clit until they both came again.

Eventually, he ran them both a bath. Cleaned her gently and soothed her overworked muscles. He towelled her off, kissing, licking, biting her skin as he went. Once they were dry, he slipped them both into bed. Exhaustion overtook them, as the fell asleep in each others arms.

The sound of the door closing woke her. For a moment she let herself feel disappointed, until she noticed the note in Jack's sprawling handwriting.

"See you on the next mission. Stay safe. Love Jack."

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Down the Rabbit Hole - ch 10

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

When Jack accidentally shoots a civilian on a mission he takes on not only the guilt of the man’s death, but inherits his soulmate as well. To you, it’s a dream job with more perks than you can imagine - but for Jack it’s a nightmarish complication. Even more so when he starts to develop feelings.    

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 17.9k Warnings: *Blanket warnings - mentions of deceased spouse, a lot of food and alcohol consumption, family recipes, age gap, cursing.* Fluffy Jack being old fashioned, low key voice kink, reference to food play, panty ripping because we are shameless, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, unexpected exhibitionist/voyeur kink Summary: You and Jack take a step forward on the last night of your family’s stay in Louisville, and Tex returns home with his newly minted soulmate just in time for Bobby’s going away party. Notes: I love getting to a sex scene and being surprised to find a character has a kink that I didn’t expect 😂 As always, the chosen gif has no reflection on the reader’s appearance. It’s the emotion that counts.

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On the last day of your family's stay in Louisville, an adventure to the Louisville Slugger factory and museum ended with personalized souvenir bats for everyone and extremely good moods all around. Tomorrow morning your siblings will go their respective ways to return home and your parents will go on to spend a few days at Dollywood, and you and Jack will take another step toward your new normal. The first therapy session went well, and you have another scheduled for next week, so really...it's remarkable how settled you feel considering it was only a few days ago that you were a literal captive in an abattoir in New York City. It seems an entire lifetime away, except for the nightmares, which even seem to dissipate when you wake up from them in Jack's arms in Jack's bed.

“How about we grill tonight?” Jack suggests to you, scratching his head. It’s been a trial trying to keep you from working too hard to play hostess to your family. He can see how much you love it, but you are still recovering.

"Are you thinking burgers, or something more elaborate?" Hanging out in the backyard has been everyone's favorite place to be anyway. A little backyard barbecue for their last night in Louisville might be a fun idea. You won't point out - this time - that he's chosen a method of cooking that he excels at instead of you.

“Maybe a little bit of both?” Jack offers. “Hamburgers for the kiddos and I can introduce your family to Kentucky barbecue. Just gotta start the smoker.”

"We can do that." Sitting on the porch swing with him while your brother-in-law plays with the kids, you tip your head back to lean on his shoulder. "I can get my sister to help me with cornbread and coleslaw. Since I know you'll watch me like a hawk if I try to do it myself."

“You are supposed to be resting and I caught you in the kitchen first thing this morning.” Jack huffs at you, narrowing his eyes playfully. He doesn’t want you to feel smothered but this time is good for you to rest.

"I am resting, honey." The mere minutes of time it took you to put together a tray of things for bagels and some fruit salad compared to what you would normally do is laughable, but you know Jack is just trying to take care of you. "I didn't even start baking for Bobby’s party tomorrow. I had like six different things planned but I promise I’ve narrowed it down to only things I can do tomorrow morning."

“I swear, you don’t know the meaning of rest.” Jack grumbles. “I’m going to have to whisk you away to a private island where the only thing you can do is drink whiskey and lay in the sun.”

"Sounds like a very nice vacation." You grin, having grown to love the difference in Jack's affectionate grumbles versus when he is actually upset. When it's affectionate, it means you can tease him. "I don't think I've taken a vacation since I was still in high school."

“That’s a damn shame.” He huffs at you, watching you stick your tongue out at him. He reaches out and taps the tip of your tongue with his finger.

"Never had the time or the money." Shrugging makes it seem like it's not a big deal, especially because you don't want to get bogged down in anything too serious when Jack has been in such a good mood today. "No rest - or vacations - for the wicked."

“Then once you get the restaurant rollin’ we’ll have to go somewhere.” Jack decides. “You’ll tell me where you’ve always wanted to go and that’s what we’ll do.”

There are so many places you've dreamed of going. Places you've dreamed of seeing and food you've dreamed of eating, that you shrug your shoulders and sigh wistfully. "Japan, Australia, Morocco, France, Scotland, Thailand, Mexico, Egypt... we could go anywhere and I'd enjoy it. Just...as long as we do it together."

Jack chuckles, opening his arms and inviting you in for a hug. Those have become second nature for the two of you now. “So one big world tour.”

"Maybe." The sound and vibration of his laugh warms through you like summer sun. "Maybe we'll choose a different place every year for as long as we want."

“I like that.” He knows you would want to try the food. Spend time in each location and really learn them. “We could do that easily.”

"Then that's what we'll do." Curled into his arms, with your head on his shoulder and breath mingling together, it's easy to think of the future in such wide open terms. Like anything is possible. With him, it really feels like it is. "Maybe one day we'll find a favorite, but we'll try as many different places as we want."

“So you okay with me cookin’ tonight?” Jack asks you softly. “Catering to you for once?”

"As long as you don't stop me from helping just a little." When he frowns you put on a pronounced pout, being playful if nothing else. "I hate having nothing to do Jack, you know that. I promise to have help and to keep it to a minimum."

“Just the sides.” He tells you pointedly. “You won’t touch the grill or the smoker.”

"Deal." One hand held out to him to seal the deal, the other is twined through his at your shoulder. Anyone who could see the two of you now would be astonished to hear that you were ever at odds - all they would see is a couple that is completely enchanted with each other.

He grins and winks at you. “Now you get to experience some of my cookin’ and I expect you to be truthful.” He warns you. “No tryin’ to baby my feelin’s.”

"I promise to be honest." You give him a mock salute with a very serious face. "But I believe in you. You have too good of a palette to be a terrible cook."

“I make my own sauce and rubs.” He boasts, smirking slightly and winking at you.

"Oh yeah?" He's like a peacock almost instantly, chest puffed up and chin tilted to put his nose proudly in the air, and you can't help but giggle when he's playful like this. "You planning on showing off for me? Give me a run for my money so we're the ones all our friends want a dinner invitation from?"

"Absolutely." Jack teases. "They will want to come over when I'm cookin' for free and come to haunt your restaurant and pay dearly."

"Just think of what we'll be able to achieve when we join forces." Placing a kiss on both of his cheeks, you drop one more on his forehead before sitting back in his arms again. "This house seems made for summer parties. It's going to be fun."

"I think that was the point." Jack admits as he looks around the house that had quickly come to feel more like a home with you and your family invading every nook and cranny.

"If summer comes and I haven't driven you totally crazy, we'll have to throw a party." Even though you know he has a summer birthday, you would never bring it up now that you know why he doesn't celebrate the day. It would just be a nice summer get together for friends, nowhere near that day in August.

"Whenever you want, sugar." Jack drops a kiss on your nose and smirks. "Now....let me go get everything ready for you to have the best barbecue you've ever had." He promises.

"Yes, sir." You shift away from him and stretch, tossing him a wink before you skip down the porch steps to join your siblings in sunbathing near what will soon be the vegetable garden. As soon as you have the time and the supplies to make it one. "You guys sick of me yet?" You laugh, knowing that the three of you rarely got tired of each other's company. "Ready to go home tomorrow?"

"I've decided I'm going to move here." Your sister is kidding, but she smiles lazily over at you as she lounges in the deck chair that she has claimed as her own for the entire trip. "There is something about this place that I can't quite clock, but it's the safest I've ever felt anywhere."

"Now you see why I fell in love with it so fast." Nothing would be happier than for Eliza and Ed and the kids to move down to Louisville, but you know they're happy where they are. Only a new job would get them to even consider it, and Statesman isn't exactly hiring doctors at the moment. "One day here and I knew it was going to be the right decision."

Your parents are down at the distillery again, your father falling in love with Statesman all over again and your mother shamelessly indulging him while you are here. Eliza looks around and then stares at you seriously. "Is that why you came running to New York looking heartbroken?"

"It's..." You blow out a breath, falling back on the lawn chair beside her. "It's a complicated story."

"And?" She senses that it's not exactly something that you want to talk about right now, so she decides not to press. "You're sure you are happy here?"

“Jack and I had trouble in the beginning, you know that.” Your sister, above anyone else, knows that you struggled with where your heart lay when you first arrived at Statesman. She was on the receiving end of every phone call. “We…we had a fight. That’s why I went to the city. We had a screaming match and I got overwhelmed. It was just supposed to be a couple of days fucking around New York with Matt to take my mind off things and…” When you shrug, it’s half so you can avoid talking about being kidnapped and half to keep up the front that what you were involved in is an ongoing investigation. “Things got out of hand. But we’re talking now. And Jack and I are making things work. So…I actually am happy. It just took a little while to get here.”

“I still don’t understand why he was so resistant to another soulmate.” Eliza huffs, still not completely trusting that this is the whole story. More like your mother than she’s ever willing to admit.

“He loved Abigail a lot. Isn’t that understandable?” Since Jack had said he was okay with giving your family the old story of what happened to his first wife and unborn child - what he had thought was the truth for so long - so don’t worry about talking to them about it. Your brother and sister do their best to be understanding and sympathetic people in general. “He felt like it was being disloyal to her memory to have another. And considering second soulmates are supposed to be a myth anyway? I get it.”

“I guess.” She frowns and sighs. “I just love you, you know that right? That’s the only reason I’m worrying.”

“I know.” You loop your arm around her and hug her tight. “I love you too. And you’re entitled to kick his ass if he ever makes me sad again, how about that?”

“You know I will.” That is a promise. You are too loving to have your heart stomped on by some – albeit hot – cowboy.

“But either way, he’s making dinner for us tonight.” The promise of good food will perk up anyone in your family, and you laugh when both of your siblings immediately sit up. “I’m taking volunteers to help with sides.”

“I’ll help you.” Your brother and sister both immediately volunteer. The way you have been napping has them both aware that something has happened to cause their normally tireless sister to be a little slower.

“With three sets of hands we might even manage to make some dessert without Jack worrying.” You flash them both a smile. “I know you’ll be back for the opening in barely a couple of weeks, but I’m so glad you guys came to visit.”

“Of course we were coming.” Eliza looks almost offended that you would even think that they wouldn’t come. “We were worried sick until your co-worker called us to tell us you were okay. Mom almost came through the phone at her.”

“I’m sorry you were worried.” It sits like a lump in your throat, the heaviness of what really happened, but for once you’re glad you can’t tell them the truth. If they knew what had really happened to you last weekend they would never let you out of their sight again. Just like Jack is doing. “Everything is okay now. That’s what matters.”

“Yeah but you know them.” Your brother rolls his eyes like he wasn’t the one who had filed the report. “They like to worry.”

“Sure, Matty. It was all them.” You shake your head and pinch his side. “I’ll thank mom and dad for contacting the police, then.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles at you, giving you a pout of brotherly affection. Of course he had been worried. You had come to him so upset and on the verge of shutting down and then disappeared.

"Love you too, big brother." It might be said with teasing, but you reach over to give him a hug and pull your siblings up with you to head into the kitchen.

Jack, for his part, takes the role of providing your meal very seriously. He had Champ keep the brisket over at his house to marinate last night and it’s not too long before it’s put on the smoker to fill the back yard with its mouth watering scent.

When your parents eventually wander back from their last distillery tour and tasting, the sides are ready, dessert is done, and Jack very nearly has the brisket finished. Better timing couldn't have been achieved if he had timed it all out with care.

"I don't know what to tell you, kiddo," your mother grins, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when she hugs you. "But it smells like your soulmate has a talent for the only cooking skill you never worked on."

“She doesn’t know how to grill?” Jack asks as he pops back into the kitchen to get a pan. “I’m surprised about that.”

“It’s less doesn’t know how and more that the work never went into mastering it.” Your father shrugs, leaning back against the counter when Jack comes in. “Not a lot of barbecue in classical French cuisine, I guess.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that she isn’t lacking for barbecue when she’s got a hankerin’ for it.” Jack tells him, knowing that he would keep the smoker running if you wanted him to.

“There was…maybe a year or so? When she was a teenager.” He looks to your mother for clarification, who nods. “Where she would always request it. Dinners, special occasions, everything. Any time we were eating as a family she wanted to go for barbecue.” Your father chuckles at the memory, obviously a fond one now. “Turned out she had a crush on one of the people who owned the one barbecue place in our little town.”

Jack chuckles and shakes his head, totally able to see it. “I don’t blame her if that’s the case. I’d eat a lot of anything she makes to spend more time with her.”

“I think,” your father intones, crossing his arms and glancing at his wife - his own soulmate - before turning back to Jack. “That maybe it’s prudent for all of us to have a chat before we leave?”

For a moment, the small, indulgent smile on Jack’s face slips. Worried that your parents might not approve of the relationship after all. Despite being polite, that doesn’t mean that they had any intention of allowing Jack with their daughter. “Why don’t you follow me outside.” He glances towards the kitchen where you and your siblings are laughing. “More privacy.”

The smack on the arm your mother gives her husband before he turns to follow Jack outside is pointed, and she hangs back to sit with her grandchildren before they need their nap. This conversation is not her idea, and she doesn’t think it’s necessary.

When Jack finds just your father following him, he turns back towards the outdoor kitchen. “Beer? Or does the conversation warrant something stronger?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Beer is good.” He’s not trying to scare the younger man, after all. Not trying, but if Jack does happen to shake in his boots a little, Jeff won’t be upset about that.

“Sounds good.” Jack moves over to the small fridge and pulls out two beers. Popping the cap off the tops and handing one to your father. Waiting for the other man to start the conversation as he takes a pull of the beer.

A sip of his drink comes first, but Jeff doesn't get in Jack's way as he moves around the grill area to tend to dinner. "Look," he leans back against the porch railing. "You're not kids. I'm not trying to intimidate you or dictate your actions, or anything like that. But she's my little girl and I'd be remiss if I didn't at least talk to you about her."

“I understand where you are coming from.” Jack does, he really does. He probably would have the same conversation if he was the father of a daughter. “What would you like to know?”

"It's less what I want to know and more of what I want to make sure that you know." He admits, taking another sip of his beer before he puts the bottle down beside him. "She was never the little girl that played princess first, or wrote her boyfriend's name out on her notebooks, or planned out her wedding with her friends. Not that we ever saw. But her baby sister...when Eliza wanted to do those things, it would make her sister just light up. It was like..." he sighs, taking another sip and looking for the words. "Like she was waiting for permission to dream. I know we raised her to be quick and smart and self-sufficient, but I'd hate to think that she's gone into adulthood with that same hesitancy. Just...just make sure she talks to you, Jack. That she opens up about what she wants. Because the only answer she ever used to give was that she wanted her own restaurant, and I know there's got to be more than that."

“I will.” Jack nods, frowning slightly as he stares at his bottle, the heat already making the condensation slide down the sides. “I’ve not been a good soulmate so far.” It might not be the best idea to be this honest, but he feels like he needs to be. “I was a pretty rotten one, and I hurt her. But–” he sighs. “I want nothing more than to make her happy. To give her the world if I can. To travel to all the places she wants to go, do the things that she wants to do. I want to make a life with her.”

"You'll make it up to her." Your father doesn't even make it a suggestion, it's more like an order. "Or else she won't have anything to do with you. I learned that when she was a teenager."

“Everyday.” Jack promises easily, taking another swig of his beer as he tries to dispel the image of your limp body in the back of that SUV. “Lucky for me, she’s got an amazing capacity for forgiveness.”

"Gets that from her mother." He huffs an awkward kind of chuckle in return. "I hold a grudge like a motherfucker. But those women? Angels. Who knows how they manage it." Both men are silent for a moment, letting the thought linger between them. "Are there plans?" He asks after the quiet lingers a little too long and becomes awkward. "You and her, have you made plans for that life you want to build?"

“I imagine there will be soon.” Jack frowns slightly, not sure how much you’ve told your father. “I’ve been married before. My soulmate. She was– she was killed while pregnant.” Jack explains quietly. “But I do remember asking her daddy for permission to marry her.” His eyes met your father’s. “When we are ready for that, I expect I’ll be makin’ a trip up to see you.”

“Honestly a little surprised you’re not asking right now,” your father admits, holding Jack’s gaze. “But I’m not going to rush you.”

“I want her to be comfortable with the idea.” Jack admits softly. “And I want to make sure that my past doesn’t haunt her.”

“Most people wouldn’t wait for the adjustment period.” As much as Jeff thinks of it as his job to protect his three kids, he knows you and your siblings are all grown. The oldest has been married and divorced and the youngest has a husband and two kids of her own. You have always been the question mark in the family, right up until he saw you with Jack. There’s no question in his mind now that this is the person you’ve been waiting for - second soulmate or otherwise. “I tell you what, Jack.” He sighs, glancing back over his shoulder at the house to make sure you’re not nearby. “When you’re ready, I have her grandmother’s ring in the safe at home. It’s nothing too flashy, but her grandma Jane meant the world to her and I know she’d be happy to wear it.”

“Thank you.” Jack flashes your father a grin and sighs in relief. “I have a feeling that time will come sooner than I imagine, but we’ll see.” He chuckles.

“Whenever the two of you decide is best.” Is it the life he imagined for you from the time you were just a little peanut in his arms? Maybe not. But you’re not the woman he imagined all those years ago, either. You’re better — you’re you.

Jack nods, grateful that it’s not a different kind of conversation but that’s not a bad thing. “I have talked to her about moving in.” He offers your father. “So maybe I should ask you for your permission.” He ponders.

The other man chuckles quietly, feeling like he’s listening to Jack ponder out loud. “Should I bring the ring down when we come back for the opening?”

“I think that would be very appropriate.” Jack agrees, frowning slightly as he wonders if you would feel overwhelmed if he proposed to you after the opening of your restaurant or if it would just add happiness to the occasion. “So let me formally ask you.” Jack sets his bottle down and straightens his shoulders. “Your daughter is my soulmate, and I love her. I want to protect her and cherish her with everything that I am. May I have your blessing to ask her to marry me?”

“Keep making her happy. And keep her talking to you.” Your father puts down his own bottle and straightens up, putting his hand out to Jack. “And for the love of god, don’t elope. Her mother would be broken-hearted.”

“Never.” Jack can promise that. He didn’t do it with Abigail and he wouldn’t take that away from you. Even if it was something small and intimate, he wants you to have the wedding you want.

“Then you have my blessing, for whatever kind of life you want to build together.” You would huff and call them both old-fashioned for this, but the truth is that this is just two people trying their best to take care of you. “Be good to her, Jack.”

He hadn’t been. He knows this. However, he planned on making sure that you were never distressed or upset because of him again. “Yes sir.” He nods solemnly, the seriousness of the moment not lost on him. “Thank you.”

“There you two are.” It hadn’t taken an extreme amount of effort to find them, but the table is set and everything is ready except for the meat. “Do you need another set of hands to help, babe?”

“Nawww, I should have it.” Jack immediately turns towards you with a slow, sugary smile. A little emotional from the conversation and he pulls you close for a quick kiss. “About to pull everything off.”

“Whatever you two were talking about, keep it up,” you tease, not the least bit embarrassed to steal a second kiss with your father right there. Jack is so soft right now that you wouldn’t sacrifice it for anything.

******

Dinner turned out to be a complete success, everyone raving over Jack’s barbecue. Making him smirk at you and volunteering his services whenever you wanted some for a special at your restaurant when it opens. Now with everyone’s bellies full and the evening winding down, Jack sends you ahead to bed to get ready while he finishes cleaning up the kitchen, figuring you might like to shower or soak in a bath.

Sometimes you swear you would have accepted the invitation to move in with Jack based on the master bathroom alone. The powerful shower with seemingly unlimited hot water is the best you’ve ever experienced, and the tub is definitely big enough for two people to lounge in. He had insisted that you bring over your bathrobe when you brought a few things from your house for the week, so now it’s hanging from the rack beside the marble countertop for when you step out. Smelling like him is a small bonus, considering Jack’s soap and shampoo smell like they were made for a lumberjack who stands on top of mountains in the crisp, cold morning to watch sunrise, and you end up just luxuriating in the hot water until you hear him come into the bedroom. That’s when you shut off the water and step out, wrapping yourself up in the terry cloth robe like a warm hug.

Walking into the bedroom finds it empty and Jack smirks as he looks towards the bathroom, knowing you are in there. He needs to shower, since he smells like a smoker, but he can wait until you are out. Instead, he's standing around looking at the small changes that you have made to his once cold bedroom. Things that are almost overlooked but it's very obvious to a man who has been a bachelor for nearly twenty years. The small notebook on the side of the bed you had claimed, where you write recipe ideas when they come to you. The way your general items are scattered on the dresser. He likes it.

“Hey handsome.” It doesn’t matter how ridiculous you look, dripping wet in a bath towel and fuzzy slippers, you open the bathroom door to let him in if he wants to share some while you brush your hair and teeth. “I know I’ve already said it, but dinner was amazing.”

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He smirks at you and comes up to hold onto your waist, wrapping around you to kiss your ear. You hum as you load your toothbrush up and tilt your head to allow him more access to you. "You’re lookin' fresh faced and pretty tonight."

“And smelling very manly,” you joke, turning your head to kiss him properly in between his exploration of your neck and before you start brushing your teeth. Before or after is fine. During would be a bit messy.

“I like the way you smell.” His scent on your body drives him crazy and there has been more than one time where he’s had to take care of the nagging lust that always lives right under the surface since he's given into being near you.

You smile coyly at him in the mirror, raising one eyebrow. “I smell like you,” you point out before starting to brush your teeth. Not that you mind at all. Not even a little, actually.

“Yeah, sugar.” Jack’s voice dips down and he brushes another kiss over your skin. “Like I’ve wrapped myself around you and rubbed myself all over your body.”

The most articulate sound you can manage right now is a groan as you process that image - the therapist had said you were both clear headed enough for sex if it was what you both wanted, but you haven’t taken that step. So far you’ve been too tired from your recovery, so it’s been slow nights of drowning in each other’s kisses in bed - with Jack’s hands down your panties if things got rambunctious.

He chuckles against your skin, feeling himself start to harden. “But right now sugar? I need to clean up. Get the smell of smoke off me.”

"What if I like the smell of smoke?" You pose, spitting out excess toothpaste long enough to pout at him and then grin when he meets your eyes in the mirror. "Go clean up, baby. I'm going to get in bed and read."

Jack grunts, aware that his cock is twitching against your ass and he pulls his hips back. He doesn’t want to push you even if he knows you want to.

You've lost track of time, by the time Jack comes out of the bathroom, and look up over the top of your book when you spy him striding into the room. Squeaky clean but still damp from just toweling off, that towel is now wrapped around his waist when he comes into the bedroom to fish for a pair of boxers to sleep in. Fuck he looks good like that...you might be staring, but you don't care.

Jack knows you are looking and it feeds into his ego like nothing else. No one night stand cooing and lovin’ on him has the effect of his soulmate staring discreetly. He smirks at himself as he turns towards the drawer and ‘accidentally’ drops his towel.

"Whoops." It comes with a half-snort because you know damn well that he didn't do it by accident, and you set your bookmark back in your book to put it on the side table. "I'm sure that was very clumsy of you. And fully unintentional."

Jack throws a look over his shoulder with a grin. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He draws playfully. “Ain’t you supposed to be makin’ recipes? Or readin’?”

“Nice try.” Even if you hadn’t read it before, no book is more interesting than your bare assed naked soulmate. Especially when he’s previously been very careful about modesty to keep the both of you under control.

His chuckle accompanies him reaching into the drawer to pull out a pair of boxers. “Something you like on display, sugar? Didn’t think you liked tiny asses.”

It earns him another little laugh, and you pull the blankets back on his side of the bed. “I don’t keep my hand in your back pocket when we walk around because my fingers are cold, baby.”

“And here I was thinkin’ that you were trying to warm ‘em up.” Jack puts on a thicker accent for you right now, knowing how much it seems to affect you.

“Get in bed, cowboy.” It’s practically an order, but edged with enough begging to stroke Jack’s ego like he’s stroking your voice kink by playing with his accent.

“Yes ma’am.” Jack pretends to tilt an imaginary hat as he closes the drawer and turns around to stride cockily towards the bed.

There’s something to be said for the domesticity of such a moment. The easy way he slides into bed beside you and bundles you up in his arms, and the comfort of clean bodies cuddled up in the light of your bedside lamps like you had been doing this your whole lives. Now that you’re letting yourselves, it’s so easy to be together. “So…” you hum, snuggling up to him. “I saw my dad pull you outside tonight.”

“Yes.” Jack won’t deny that. Especially because you saw it. “He did.” He rubs his hand up and down your back.

“Anything I should know about?” It’s hard to imagine they needed to have a private conversation about whiskey or the grill, but who knows.

“Your father wanted to know my intentions.” Jack admits easily. “To tell me that I need to listen to you, help you dream.”

“He worries too much.” An exasperated sigh passes your lips and you place a kiss on Jack’s chest. “I already have my dreams.”

“I know.” Jack says teasingly. “Your tea room.” He knows you mean more than that, but he’s grinning as he needles you.

“And my soulmate.” There might be other things that you bluster about, but the love of the person you’re meant to be with and your dream job are the two things you’ve always been honest about wanting.

“And your soulmate.” Jack quietly repeats. He knows how important it is to you. To him honestly, now that he’s opened that possibility up again. Your happiness is the most important thing to him.

“So there’s nothing else to worry about.” The questions of marriage or kids or anything else are all secondary to just having him in your life.

He hums and thinks about things for a moment. "Would you...want to go home with me?" He asks softly. "To Montana? See the ranch. You don't have to."

“I absolutely will if you want me to.” At dinner, your parents had invited him to come up to New Hampshire with you any time, and this seemed like a natural extension of that invitation to you. But you do lean back a little to look him in the eye. “I would love to see where you’re from, honey. But if it’s going to hurt too much…reminding you of Abigail and the baby and all that…then we don’t have to.”

"It's been a long time since I've been home." Since he had left, if he were honest, but he wasn't going to bring that up. "Might be good to go see it...introduce you to 'em." He ventures, wondering if you will think it macabre or ghoulish to visit his former soulmate's grave.

“Do you still have family out there?” It’s not hard to tell when Jack has his mind set to something, and this seems like it’s quickly becoming an important idea to him. “Or is there maybe an event that you used to like going to? That we could go back for?”

"No family left." His father had died the year before Abigail. Heart attack, or he would wonder if Rollins had any hand in it now. "Just me."

“No cousins or anything?” That surprises you, but you smooth your furrowed brow so he doesn’t get the impression that you’re judging him for something he has no control over. “Who’s running the ranch?”

"I hired a board of directors to handle things for me." Jack huffs. "Or....Champ did." Champ had taken care of that task to where Jack only had to handle the yearly reports and even then it was more of a cursory glance. He had honestly anticipated the fuckin' thing going to the Statesman conglomerate when he died.

“We should go.” There’s a wistfulness and a worry in his expression that is begging to be soothed, and you run your hand gently up and down his side. “We can see the ranch, you can show me where you grew up, and we can visit Abigail and your son. Would that…would that be a good trip for you?” Of course you’re curious to see where he came from, but the last thing you want to do is hurt him with memories.

Jack bites his lip, swallowing harshly when you are the one that brings up his wife. "I– I would l-like that." He manages, his voice cracking slightly in surprise and so much gratitude. His hold on you tightens. "I would like that a lot." It feels like Jack has a sense of closure now that Abigail's death has been explained. It wasn't some random act of violence that he couldn't rationalize. It was targeted. She was targeted. It had helped to know that more than he ever thought it would.

“We’ll bring flowers.” That’s what you do whenever you visit your own family’s graves, and in some ways you suppose Jack’s lost loved ones are a part of your family now. In an extended and loving memory sort of way. “Whenever you want to go, honey.”

“We need to get through your opening and at least the first few months, I think.” Jack looks to you. “Right?”

“Maybe we could go at the end of the summer or beginning of fall?” The land would still be in bloom and going during the heat of summer might be too close to their death date for him. Considering he doesn’t celebrate his birthday you doubt he wants that big of a reminder. “I would think that…earlier in August might be…a lot harder.”

"That would work." Jack nods, considering it. "There's nothing like fall on the ranch." He admits wistfully. "Especially when the trees start changing colors up in the mountains."

“Fall, then.” Placing a kiss over his heart, you offer Jack a soft smile. “I’m honored that you want to share that part of yourself with me.”

"Just...." Jack picks up your hand and kisses it softly. "Be patient with me when we go?" He asks, knowing that he might have to go quite a few therapy sessions before taking you, so he doesn't lash out or do something stupid.

“Honey, of course.” It seems like you shouldn’t be able to get any closer, but you nudge that much nearer to him and brush some damp hair from his forehead. “And if you decide to put the trip off until spring or even next fall, that’s just fine. The ranch isn’t going anywhere and neither am I.”

"Hmmm, thank you." He squeezes your back gently and his hand starts to drift down towards your ass as a natural progression. Having you in his bed has made it hard to keep his hands to himself on the best days and he was still in a playful mood.

“Serious conversation and then an ass grab, huh?” Sure you might be teasing him a little less, but you’re still you. It’s still fun. “Still in a good mood, Mr. Daniels?”

"Sugar, I'm finding that I've been in a good mood since that first nap with you." He tells you seriously. "Especially when I get to see that gorgeous smile on your face."

“Hmm…” He’s being so damn sweet and sincere tonight, and you’re just soaking it all in like sunbeams. “I wonder why that could be?”

"I don't know." He teases back. "Might be because your parents and siblings haven't strung me up for makin' you cry. Or because I'm currently in bed with a very sexy woman."

“If anybody would’ve gotten out the noose it would have been my sister, and it would have been immediate.” And since you would have done the same to defend her if she needed it, you can’t blame her in the least. But your little sister had listened when you told her that Jack was actively fixing things and making an effort. “I’m thinking it probably has a tiny bit more to do with having a half-undressed woman in your bed.”

"Yes." Jack's voice dips slightly, taking on a smokier sound. "That. That is a big reason why I've been in such a good mood." Despite not having sex, he's more relaxed with you here and he doesn't want you to leave when your family goes home tomorrow.

“I’ve been thinking…” Some might not consider three days a whole lot of time to think, but getting to spend so much uninterrupted time with him has been good for you. When Jack doesn’t have his guard up, he is as sweet and as appealing as apple pie with all the charm of the most attentive Southern gentleman. “And I think…” Finding his eyes in you, you fluster a little and bury your face in his shoulder. “It’d be a shame to go back to my own place.”

"I think you're right." Jack agrees softly, relieved that you seem to be on the same page as he is. "Wasted opportunities to hold you. When you go back to work, I know you aren't going to be able to be under my wing the entire day."

“I’ll text you when I get downtime,” you promise him, stretching to kiss the nearest bit of his skin you can manage - which right now is the slope of his chest just below his neck. “So you don’t worry.”

“Just wear your bracelet for me, sugar.” He requests, remembering how his heart had dropped when he had seen it on your counter.

“Always.” You pick up your hand that had been tucked in beside him to show the delicate chain with its innocent looking charm to show him that you’re wearing it even now. “I only take it off to shower now.”

“Okay.” He knows it’s a little bit of paranoia, since you will be on Statesman property, but Ginger is still going through all the personnel files to make sure another intruder hasn’t slipped through the cracks.

“It’s okay.” It’s an understatement to say that you understand now. “From now, I’m coming home to you at night.”

"Yeah?" Jack smirks slightly and bites his lips at the prospect of having you in his bed every single night. "I like the sound of that, sugar. Hand to God, I do."

“I do, too.” There’s barely any more space to move in, but you reach up and place a kiss on his lips and sigh softly. The kiss starts off soft, but need and hunger makes Jack reach up and grip the back of your neck as he deeps it with the slide of his tongue against your lips. Groaning when you eagerly open for him.

Every night has been like this. Sliding into bed together and having a little pillow talk before you indulge a little in each other without ever pushing the boundary that you’ve set for yourselves. It’s been a blissful few days, if you’re honest, and even though you know the second he signals being ready you’ll be throwing your own clothes off the side of the bed in a big goddamn rush.

That need, the underlying hunger that seems to invade every single touch and kiss is working overtime tonight. Making Jack grip your hips and urge you on top of him, wanting to feel your warmth and weight. The heat of your damp panties pressing against the rapidly expanding tent in his boxers.

The heat grows faster tonight than it usually does, something in the breath you share feeling more addictive or maybe just hungrier. You find yourself grinding your hips down on him without thinking and moaning when his hands slip under your shirt. “Fuck sugar.” Jack groans, kissing down your throat as you roll your hips back and make him choke on his own breath. “You’re so fucking…sweet.”

“Sweet?” You might giggle if you weren’t busy moaning, but you tilt your head completely out of the way to let him lick and nip and suck every bit of skin he wants. “Tonight feels—” you gasp when he swipes his thumbs across your pebbled nipples in unison. “Fuck— definitely hotter.”

“Never eaten melted chocolate?” Jack groans, smirking slightly as you push your tits against his fingers a little more. Begging for him to repeat the move. “Sweet and hot.”

“I will go get the fudge sauce out of your kitchen so fucking fast.” It would be a nice follow up to yesterday when you had caramel sauce all over your hands making yourself a fancy latte before your family woke up and Jack had very carefully licked it off every digit.

Jack chuckles quietly and shakes his head. “No food play with your parents here.” He chides playfully.

Your pout is playful and your circle your hips in his lap again before reaching to pull your t-shirt over your head. There’s been enough modesty this week for two people planning on living together - you’re itching to take a bigger step forward. Jack has seen you naked. You’ve changed in front of him with no modesty, a move that made him grin. Now he groans, eyes feasting on your tits and he drags you down to his chest to feel them pressed against his chest.

He’s throbbing hard beneath you and the barriers of his boxers and your panties are performative at best. At this point you know damn well that he can feel how soaked your panties are, he can feel the difference in the neediness of every kiss.

Diving back into your mouth is like the anchor he needs to keep himself from keeling over. Groaning your name quietly, he manages to break away to look into your eyes. “What do you want, sugar?” He demands roughly.

“I—” You know the answer. What you’re aching for. But if he isn’t ready you won’t push him. “I want you,” you admit, looking everywhere but his eyes to avoid seeing disappointment. “But not if you’re not ready.”

Jack inhales roughly, expecting that answer but still being shocked when he hears it. “With your family here?” He asks, sliding his hands down your sides to grip your hips. “Tonight, sugar?”

“I can keep my voice down.” Another roll of your hips is a figure eight this time, and your eyes nearly roll back in your head when you feel him pulse underneath you. “Can you?”

It takes Jack a moment to be able to remember what you are talking about, let alone his own name when you grind against him like that. His fingers digging into your flesh and pulling you against him again. "I- y-yeah." He groans out brokenly. "Y-you sure?" He closes his eyes and tries to control himself before he looks back up at you seriously. This is a big step for the two of you and he wants you to not regret it.

“I’m sure, baby.” The seriousness of the moment isn’t lost on you, and you stop moving to leave a soft, sincere kiss on his lips. “I love you, Jack.”

He knows you are ready, the two of you have been ready physically since the day you met. It's the mental and emotional barriers that he had created that caused this delay. Now, Jack rolls you onto your back and smirks down at you, his eyes dark and flashing with need. "I love you too, sugar. Now I'm gonna show you how you ride a real cowboy."

If you were feeling pedantic, you might quibble about position and how you had just been in the perfect place to ride him - but honestly you’re too foggy from desire and the burning in your blood to do anything more than surge up to kiss him. The measly barriers of underwear were symbols of restraint more than anything, and you are extremely ready to pull his away so you can experience every inch of him.

Jack groans, enjoying the pure desire that is fueled by your kiss, his hands sliding down to the band of your panties and he smirks into your mouth before he shreds them easily.

Oh that should not make you moan so wantonly, but it’s a good thing you were kissing him when he did it otherwise your promise to keep the volume down would have been shot to hell immediately. “Fuck, baby.”

He chuckles quietly and moves the material away so he can slide his fingers against your wet slit. "You like that, sugar?"

“Show off,” you accuse him playfully, knowing that you’ve told him in the past that shows of physical strength are a turn on for you. “I’m already always soaking wet around you.”

He hums, sliding his fingers down to press into you. Something that he has done before but now he knows that you are going to feel more than just his fingers inside you. Wanting to make sure that you cum before he slides inside you.

“Fu—fuck.” One hand shoots out to clutch his shoulder and the other twines into the soft bed sheets as your hips roll down to meet his hand as deeply as you possibly can. Yes, you’ve enjoyed exploring with him, but you’ve wanted him since the day you met and you’re aching for him now that the chance is here.

Jack's hands are clever, quick. They have to be with the type of rope and pistol work that he does. Now, his trigger finger curls up inside you. seeking the spongy spot that makes your back arch and your gasps turn desperate. Ready to drink down the sounds like a man dying of thirst while he kisses you and pushes you towards the edge.

You squirm but open up for him like a spring flower, legs spread open as wide as you can manage to give him ample room to explore. All you’ve wanted for months is to drown in him and now you’re clinging to him like a life preserver as he rockets you out over an ocean of pleasure.

“That’s it, sugar.” Jack coos in your ear, butterflying kisses along your jaw while the wet heat of your cunt surrounds his fingers. “Give it to me. Let me feel your sweetness.”

He’s well practiced at this - with plenty of partners before you, yes, but also just from the last few days together. He knows exactly the right way to quirk his wrist and exactly the right way to curl his fingers, making you gasp and chase the sensation of his fingers filling you every time he pulls them out only to thrust them back into you with more dexterity than before. He plays you like an instrument until you bow and threaten to break, with one hand clamped over your mouth so you don’t cry his name for the whole house to hear as you fall apart at the seams and flood his hand with your sticky release.

It is only because of your family down the hall that he doesn't let you cry out. When they leave, he will. Letting your sweet sounds fill the bedroom, hell, the house. Wanting to hear it. Now he just groans, his lips pressed against your hand, as if trying to kiss you through the barrier. "Good girl." He murmurs. "Good girl, sugar."

The way he coos at you is borderline criminal but combines somewhere in the back of your head with riding him and you swear you’d let this unhinged cowboy put a damn bit and bridle on you if it turned out to be some wild kink of his. The thought flies out of your head as soon as it enters, blissfully blanking out with white hot pleasure. Only when you’re sure you won’t shout do you move your hand away, pouring a moan into his mouth instead.

Only when your body can't give him any more does he still his fingers. Watching as you relax into the bed and the sugary smile of pleasure graces your face. "Was it good for you?" He asks, smug in your eventual response when you can catch your breath.

“You’re so fucking cocky,” you drawl in reply, giggling under your breath when you surge up to kiss him. “I’d be shoving you on your back to stroke your cock except I need you to fuck me.”

"Confident, sugar." Jack chuckles, kissing your lips again before he shuffles off of you so he can push his boxers down. "Confident."

“Because you know I’ve been ready to jump you since the day we met.” It’s not even judgmental or self-deprecating, just a fact as you smirk up at him. He’s so fucking handsome and the butterflies in your stomach erupt all over again. This is actually happening.

Jack peels down his boxers and stands straight, showing off the hard length that is heavily bobbing as he lets you peruse his body. "You should know I've been havin' to hide this since the day we met." He growls.

“Don’t know how you hide it anywhere.” With as tight as he wears his jeans, it should be impossible to keep the thickest cock you’ve ever seen in your life under wraps, but somehow he manages it.

He smirks and waggles his brows at you playfully. "It's all in the way you keep your jacket buttoned."

“Show off.” Though you roll your eyes dramatically, you lean forward to snag his arm and urge him to come back to you. “Get back in bed and show off here instead.”

It's the easiest order that he will probably ever receive as he kneels on the bed. "With pleasure, sugar."

As easily as you ever fit together in any other part of life, the way your bodies seem to move and mold together is instinctive. There’s no guiding or nudging, just fluid motion as he finds the cradle of your thighs and slides one arm underneath your back to keep you as close to him as possible as he devours you in a burning kiss. Jack has never been shy about sex. Not even that first time with Abigail where he was worried that he would last all of ten seconds, only to be surprised and pleased he had lasted thirty. His cock pulses against your mound and he hums into your mouth, enjoying the way you fit against him, soft in all the right places and welcoming him to slide into you.

This tension that’s been building for months has somehow intensified during the last week. No touch has been enough, although you’ve pretended it was, and every moment of intimacy has just made you burn for more. Now, with his weight bearing down on you and the heat of him threatening to consume you, you’re squirming for any kind of friction. The easy roll of his hips comes natural, grinding against your and feeling the way your gasp presses into his throat when the head of his cock catches on your swollen, soaked lips. "Easy girl," he coos gently, keeping his hips angled so that when he shifts down, it presses against your entrance. "Nice and easy."

The smirk drawn tight across your face curls at the edges when you look up at him. “If you have a horse fetish, Jack Daniels, now would be the time to tell me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, sugar.” He reaches down to grip your hip. “No horse fetish, but I do want you to hang on.”

Even the smallest moment of laughter seems to break the spell of apprehension that had been blanketing the two of you, and when you giggle along with him it’s like music. “Good,” you tease, hitching your leg high up on his hip. “Because I’m feeling more like save a horse, ride a cowboy tonight.”

Once you say that, Jack leans in and presses his lips to yours and slowly starts to push forward. Breaking you open with a smooth roll of his hips and a groan when he slips inside you.

Your mouth drops open as his hips roll forward, that deep moan that originates somewhere in your toes barely stifled when you clamp your mouth shut and bite your lip to keep it contained. Instead Jack gets an enthusiastic whimper while he fills your needy pussy slowly but surely. Every shuddering breath is encouragement, and you are definitely not here to discourage him.

Jack's own moan is quietly, barely breathed out but it's there. Mouth dropping open and his eyes fluttering closed at the tight, hot clutch of your cunt surrounds him. Stealing his ability to make a pithy comment, every thought of how fucking good you feel, how perfect you are, is all that he can manage until his hips nudge yours and he is buried to the hilt in your body.

All the space in your mind seems to be gone along with that space that he filled up in your body, leaving you dumbstruck in a way you’ve never felt before as your body adjusts to the weight and girth of him inside you. It isn’t like the two of you to be speechless, but the moment is consumed in drowning kisses rather than witty barbs and you can’t even say that you care. He doesn't know exactly when your fingers became entwined, curled together as your leg shifts higher on his hip and your lips tilt away from his. Breaking to give you both the space to pant softly. "Shit, sugar." He groans quietly.

“Jack—” You gasp his name softly, rolling your hips against his to seek out even the smallest movements. “You—you’re so fuckin perfect. Fuck.”

“You know how good you feel?” He groans quietly, twitching inside you when your walls contract around him.

The huff that earns him is only because your mind is too wound up in pleasure to be clever, and you draw your nails up his back to urge him on. “Might go crazy if you don’t move, baby.”

“So impatient.” He chides, leaning in and biting your chin before he draws his hips back.

“Maybe.” You might have snarked back at him if he hadn’t snapped his hips forward at that exact moment, pushing the air out of your lungs and making you have to bite back a sharp cry of his name to a bare whimper. He’s a menace and he knows what the hell he’s doing.

His grin borders on devilish and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. “You were sayin’, sugar?” He grunts as he thrusts into you again. Making sure that he forces more air out of your lungs.

“Fuck.” He said he wanted you to hold on - and he truly seems to have meant it. You cling to him as he sets a deep, steady pace that has both of you groaning into each other’s skin. The rest of the world has dissolved away so quickly that you can’t even focus on the room beyond him, eyes half-shut and fluttering every time his cock pulses inside your tight channel.

“I am, sugar.” Jack pants. “But you want it harder, I’m guessin’.” He’s teasing, but he wants to make sure you know exactly what he’s capable of in bed so he sets his knees and his pace speeds up.

It’s a miracle you don’t cry out. One hand leaves its safe place on his shoulder to dive into his hair to let your fingers scrape his scalp and pull on his hair just enough to add that hint of pain to the pleasure. “Shit.” Jack’s pace fumbles for half a thrust before he is slamming into you. Grateful for the solid poster bed to keep the headboard from banging through the wall and alerting everyone in the house to what you are doing.

“We can both play rough, cowboy.” You promise him, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath his ear and moaning vocally in his ear when he bottoms out inside you again.

If it weren’t for your experience being so fresh, Jack would have you tied to the bed. Instead he grabs your hip, hitching it up higher and groaning as he shuffles to his knees. The shift has you bouncing, head nearly hitting the headboard of the bed, and you reach up to brace yourself. The effect is that you’re stretched out in the bed below him, tits bouncing with every thrust and mouth alternately hanging open on a silent cry or pressed tightly shut to stifle the need to call his name into the night.

Huffing and puffing as he rides you hard, Jack grins down at you. Moving so he can lick his thumb and press it to your clit.

"Jesus–fuck!" You yelp when he presses his thumb to your swollen nub, eyes shooting open from where they had fallen blissfully shut to let the moment wash over you. There's a line of sweat rolling down Jack's neck that you don't hesitate to lick away, discovering tonight to be delightfully needy when you had unfoundedly assumed that things would tend toward lovemaking.

“Shhhhhh sugar.” Jack teases as he makes tight, sure circles over your clit. “Don’t want your daddy busting’ in here, do ya?” He smirks and snaps his hips a little harder.

"Fuck why is that sexier?" The pout on your lips at enjoying the idea of enjoying the forbidden or taboo is temporary, taken over by the shaking shivering pleasure from Jack knowing exactly how you like your clit rubbed.

Chucking, Jack decides to change the pace, keeping his fingers moving over your clit but his cock draaaaaags through your walls slowly. “Don’t know, you tell me.”

Biting your lip yet again to keep from moaning too loudly, the abrupt change in rhythm means you feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he rocks backward. The slow feeling of emptiness is torture that almost makes you sob with pleasure. “Might hav—have to fuck you in a bunch of different —fuck — places to see who catches us.”

“Hmmm.” Jack ducks his head down and nips at your ear, breathing heavily. “Maybe I’ll fuck you in your kitchen. Let your staff walk in on us.”

“Shit.” That thought rockets through you like wildfire and has you grasping at his skin for any kind of mark or impression you could possibly leave on his perpetually tan skin. “Or your office.”

“My office.” Jack groans, pushing deep and grinding into you. “Spread out on my desk, my tongue buried in your cunt when someone walks in?”

Every image seems better than the last, building you up steadily along with his thrusts and the tight circles he's drawing on your clit so that you're on the edge of bursting. "Fuck yes," you're panting and swallowing your own whines beneath him. "So fucking good, baby, h–holy shit." With as tight as your body is clamping down on him in every way, your nails in his arms just might draw blood as you fall apart on a pitiful moan. It's too fast and too sharp to warn him, but the pleasure comes in wave after wave.

Watching your orgasm rip through you might be the sexiest thing that he has ever seen. Eyes clouding over and back arching up when your broken moan fills his ears. The hot grip of your walls making his already throbbing cock ache and he grits his teeth to keep from cumming as he rocks his hips to work you through the peak.

It's almost ruthless, the way he doesn't let up and just pushes you through to the other side without hesitation, but at the same time you love the seemingly endless aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm. "Come on, baby." You gasp out, holding onto his gaze with hazy eyes. "Cum for me."

“Gunna.” Jack hisses through his teeth, jaw stretched out and the muscles in his neck straining as he pushes towards his own pleasure. The way you tremble around him has him groaning your name, hips stuttering as his pace becomes sloppy and thrusts uneven.

His whole body tenses just a second before you feel it - his hips slamming forward to grind into you as deeply as he can before hot jets of his seed fill you with every pulse of his cock. It has you whimpering even as you slip your arms around him to offer him that place of comfort to come down to.

When he’s emptied himself into you, an experience that nears nirvana, he slides down into your embrace. Tucking his head against your neck and groaning your name quietly. “That..” he pants quietly. “Was worth the wait.”

Your breathing evens a little and you press a kiss to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around him tightly to just savor the moment for everything it's worth. "You were worth the wait."

His hold on you flexes, tightens as if he is afraid you would slip out of his grasp. As if you aren’t pinned beneath the bulk of his weight and still impaled on his softening cock. “Soulmates.” He murmurs softly.

“Soulmates.” You hum, quietly agreeing to what you know was not always the easiest thing for him to grasp or accept. Your hands journey up and down his back, soothing his overheated skin. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He sighs, kissing along your neck and across your shoulder gently. Not ready to move unless you need him to. It’s been a long time since Jack felt like he was home and that’s exactly what you feel like to him right now.

“Can we sleep like this?” Having him wrapped in your arms and pressing you down into the mattress might be the most comfortable you’ve ever been and you would hate to give it up too soon.

His chuckle is quiet and he settles so that he’s not just dead weight on you. “Comfortable, sugar?” He murmurs softly. “I don’t know if I can move right now.” He’s joking and he knows you know that from your huff.

There’s something to be said for feeling both safe and cherished, and your arms tighten around him briefly. “I think this is the most comfortable I’ve ever been.”

“Then go to sleep, sugar.” He nudges his hips forward slightly to make sure he doesn’t slip out of you. “I’ve gotcha.”

“Sweet dreams, love.” A soft kiss lingers between you before you close your eyes, happy to let blissful sleep take over.

******

“Sugar, I think four desserts is enough, don’t you?” It’s amusing to watch you rush around your kitchens and fret, but he knows that you only want to make your contribution to the going away party perfect. “You’ve made the kid’s favorites.”

“Everything has to be perfect.” Without knowing that you’re echoing his thought, you do register the affectionate grin on his face and pause in your movements to shrug sheepishly. “Bobby’s my friend, and so is his mother. This is a big day and I want them to be happy with it.”

“I know.” Jack had come by to peel you out of the kitchen, knowing if he left you for too long, you’d think of another dessert to whip up quickly. “Do we need to pack coolers or can everything go in the back of the Bronco?”

"Everything can go in the Bronco." He had let you out of his sight this morning long enough to bring your family back to the airstrip and get some clean clothes from your cabin, and you had gone into a sort of baking tizzy immediately after. Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, red berry scones, pecan pie squares, and a huge batch of coconut cupcakes are all ready to go.

“Okay,” he grunts as he picks up the two large bakery boxes with the cookies and scones. “I’ve got the backseat laid down, so we should have plenty of room.”

"Thank you, baby." You follow him out with the rest of the pastries in your arms, setting them in the back of the Bronco before hopping into the front seat to snuggle up to Jack. "And...thank you for this week. Getting to spend the time with my family was...pretty perfect."

“Recovering from something like that is always better when you have people who love you around.” Jack turns and kisses your forehead. “When we are officially livin’ together, they are welcome anytime, sugar.”

"Only two more weeks until the opening." And that, in and of itself, is as terrifying as it is exciting. "Maybe tomorrow I'll come back here and pack up some of my stuff? It's not like I have a lot to do. The furniture all came with the cabin and I haven't gotten that many new things since moving down here."

“Whenever you want to do that, sugar.” Jack isn’t trying to rush you into any moves until you are ready for that. “You let me know and I’ll be your work mule for any heavy liftin’.”

"First thing's first." You lean over and snag another kiss, giddy to be beside him again after only a couple of hours apart. "Bobby's party."

“Bobby’s party.” Jack agrees, smirking over at you softly and reaching for your hand. The word about you being Jack’s soulmate has spread like wildfire amongst all the Statesman employees and this is the first official outing as a couple. “Word has it, Champ’s opened more than a few bottles of Reserve and Diana’s got all the ingredients for a full cocktail bar set up. Including some bubbly.”

"I expect nothing less of her." If it were your son being sent overseas like this without you knowing when you were going to see him again, you would definitely be sending him off in a big way as well. "Good thing we live right next door so we can just crash when we get tired."

His lips curl into a grin when he hears ‘we’. Proudly straightening up slightly as he marvels over how much his thinking has changed over the past two weeks. “I can see you gigglin’ drunkenly in the bathtub.” He teases.

"It would not be the first time at all." The grin you flash at him when he turns the engine over is unabashed. "My brother's thirtieth birthday was a hell of a party."

“Oh lord.” Jack rolls his eyes playfully and snorts. “I have a feelin’ I’m gunna be carryin’ you home over my shoulder.”

"Nooooo." Although the mental image does make you giggle. "I wouldn't embarrass you like that."

“Who says it’s because you’ve embarrassed me?” He grins lecherously and waggles his eyebrows. It’s not a long drive from your kitchen to the house, so he doesn’t have long to flirt before you will switch back into chef mode.

"You gonna throw me over your shoulder and carry me into the house to have your wicked way with me?" The two of you had woken up this morning still tangled in each other and shared a shower - which made it take far longer than if you had gotten ready separately. It was a beautiful way to spend the earliest hours of the day.

“Might.” Jack admits, reaching over and sliding his hand up your pretty sundress. “Too pretty to keep my hands off of.”

"Mmm, I think we might have unleashed the beast," you joke, not bothering for one second to stop his hand from wandering. The entire reason for wearing a little sundress today instead of a simple pair of shorts and a shirt is so that he would want to touch you.

Chuckling, he makes sure his fingers brush your panties. “Don’t think you’re complainin’.”

"Not even a little." There isn't enough time to make the car ride playful, but you relish the feeling of his fingers against your core for even just a second.

“That’s what I thought.” A small, playful pinch to your thigh is quickly smoothed over with his fingers and he grins at you. “Don’t have to be quiet tonight.”

"Thank god." You huff dramatically, like it was the biggest effort in the world to keep quiet last night. Which, in some ways, it was. At least it wasn't easy. It doesn't matter though, all that matters is that you're taking steps forward at a pace that is good for both of you. Jack parks in his driveway so he doesn't take up any room at Champ and Diana's house, and the two of you easily carry all the treats you made across the yard to the tables that Diana has left bare for your contributions. She had predicted you would overdo it after not being allowed to cook for the better part of a week, and she was right.

“Whole damn table for your desserts.” Jack sounds like he is grumbling but the grin on his face shows that he completely belies that. He’s already planning on stealing one of the cupcakes.

"Might be just enough room." There are all sorts of serving platters out for you to choose from, and you start arranging them carefully to put things at different heights and with different shapes beside each other to make the table interesting and easy to grab from. "But only because I stopped short of making the key lime tarts..."

“Now you’re just bein’ mean.” Jack groans quietly. “I ever tell you Key Lime is one of my favorites?”

"You did not." The pout on his lips is adorable, and you grin before kissing it away. "I'll make one for us this week. How about that?"

“Yessssss.” Jack pumps his fist, grinning as he imagines the tangy tartness of the dessert. It was the perfect balance of nearly too sweet and sour.

"What are we celebratin' out here?" Diana had seen you walking up to the house but was in the middle of taking something out of the oven. Now that she can come and say hello, she's ready to throw a second party altogether for how damn happy you and Jack seem.

“Key lime pie.” Jack doesn’t explain any further than that. Aware that Diana is familiar with his love of anything Key Lime. The only thing that truly beats it is chocolate.

"You're gonna love having a chef for a soulmate," she laughs lightly, embracing both of you in turn. "How are you feelin', sweetheart? Better?"

"I'm good, Di." You hug her back fiercely. "A couple of days of rest with my family is what I needed."

“We’ve got another session with the doc and then she’s got some solo meetings.” Jack hadn’t backed down on his insistence you see the staff therapist. Wanting you to cope with things better than he ever has.

"Good." That meets Diana's approval, and she nods as she looks the two of you over. "Positively glowing," she pronounces, having a feeling that she knows why. "Happiness suits you both."

Jack knows that it is mainly his fault, all his fault really. He ducks his head slightly and wraps his arm around your back to pull you into his side. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

"I always thought so." Diana gives you a playful wink before squeezing Jack's shoulder, glad to see him looking proud instead of apprehensive. "Come inside when you're done setting up here. Bar's set up in the kitchen and people should be arriving any minute."

"Do you need anything else, sugar?" Jack asks as he takes the last box from you. He has to admit that all your desserts look amazing and he hums. "Are you plannin' on having a display case in your tea room? Desserts to take home?"

"We're going to do a case for cakes." With the menu nailed down, you know that the only thing that still might expand is the take-away aspect of the bakery, but you're starting small. "The case was put in yesterday, actually. It was the last thing to go in."

"That case is going to be bare by the end of the first night." Jack predicts, knowing that plenty of people will want to take your goods home. Your kitchen staff will have to make sure to keep the cases full.

"You have such faith in me." You lean back in his arms and press a kiss to his cheek, satisfied with the way the table works and basking in the earnest compliment. "Let's go grab a drink, honey. Before the kitchen gets swamped."

Jack follows you willingly, carrying the discarded boxes from the goods as he trails after you. Admiring the way your hips sway in that dress and he smirks to himself.

"Di, I think you might have overdone it just a little bit," you laugh to yourself when you see the way the kitchen is laid out. The enormous tray of her son's favorite mac and cheese that she just took out of the oven is off to one side but a whole half of the counter is devoted to being a self-serve bar.

"Never." Diana huffs, grinning as he whips off the oven mitts and looks over the array of food. "Okay, maybe a little." She admits with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "But my Bobby is leavin' and we are going to celebrate." She swallows. "And then I'll cry tonight when he's on that plane."

"He's not leaving forever, Di." She knows that, of course, but you feel like it's your duty as her friend to remind her. "And you know he'll come home for every holiday he can. Bobby would never stay away that long."

"Shit." Diana rolls her eyes and tosses you a knowing look. "You know as well as I do that boy is itching to get out from under his daddy's watchful eye and gallivant."

"Sure." You nod, stepping up with Jack to pour yourself drinks when she motions to the counter. "But Christmas without his momma? Even a boy Bobby's age isn't eager for that."

"That's just because the darn fool still likes to see what's in his stocking." Diana jokes, laughing with you and relaxing slightly. She's nervous and excited for him, knowing that he will do good things. "How are you anticipating Tex's arrival?" She asks, glancing over at Jack.

"Honestly?" The two of you have your heads bowed as she makes you matching bright pink cocktails. "I hope it will be okay. I miss my friend, ya know? And I know Jack does, too. But...what do we know about this girl? His soulmate?" You're happy for him. You really are. But you also want to make sure that he's actually happy.

"She's a Kingsman agent. One of the few women that they have accepted, so she has to be a damn fine spy." Diana had been told what Champ knows and has no issue with passing it along. "Tall, feisty and mouthier than most Brits."

"Oh." You nearly cackle at the description, shooting Diana an amused grin. "So she'll fit right in here."

"I have a feelin' it's gonna be real interesting around here." Champ adds as he walks into the kitchen and makes a beeline for his wife to steal a kiss.

"We like interesting." You give Champ a hug when he tears himself away from Diana's side, glad to see him relaxed and smiling and not in his suit jacket for once. "Interesting keeps us on our toes."

"When's Tex comin' in again?" Jack asks, not sure how the boy will act when he gets back.

"Plane's landing in about an hour." Champ reports, snagging a beer from the fridge beside his wife. "Said he wanted to come straight over when I mentioned it to him, but I expect Sophia - that's his lady - will want to at least drop their things at the house first."

"Speakin' of houses." Jack glances over at you quickly before he looks back at his friend and boss. "Sugar's gonna be movin' in with me. Should have it empty pretty quick."

"Well look at that." Champ smirks, chuckling with a pleased note in it. "Didn't take you two long at all once you stopped trying to tear each other's throats out. Fantastic."

"Fuck off." Jack's huff is purely bluster and he rolls his eyes to accompany his sentiment before he grins at Champ.

"Charming." You smirk at your soulmate and hug him tight. "You survived five days with my entire family, babe. You deserve to have a live-in cook as a reward."

Chuckling, he can't deny that. He tugs you closer and kisses your forehead. "I will love every second of it too."

"Uncle Jack!" Bobby swings down the main staircase with a broad smile on his face and lights up at the sight of his father's closest friend. "Did you get a load of the smoker yet? Dad's outdone himself."

"Both of your parents have pulled out all stops on this shindig, kid." He lets go of you to stride forward and pull the kid into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm glad you're here." The younger man admits quietly. The idea of leaving without being able to say goodbye had made his stomach turn.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Jack murmurs back, always thinking of the kid like his own. A lot of times he had wondered if his little boy and Bobby would have been best friends.

"Sucks that we never got to run a mission together." There's a hint of regret in Bobby's voice but he smiles, glancing back over at you as you talk to his parents. "You'll be back in the field soon though, right? Never know what can happen."

"As soon as I can get my guns polished." Jack promises with a grin, slapping his back fondly. "I'll make my way over to merry 'ol England and remind you how to use your ropes."

The first flood of guests to arrive includes Ginger and Gabriella and their kids, and before you know it there is music pumping through the outdoor speakers and drinks flowing, with people playing lawn games and dancing and enjoying the sunny spring day for everything it's worth.

Jack stands with Champ over at the smoker, a place of pride as the two men share a drink. His eyes straying over to you as you laugh with Diana and he smiles softly at the scene. Unsure of why he had felt like you wouldn't fit in. That you wouldn't work here in this part of his life, or in his life at all. You've taken to Statesman and everyone he cares about like a duck to water.

“Having fun, love?” When your drink ran dry you headed across the lawn to refresh and stopped on the deck to give Jack a kiss.

"Of course." Jack smirks and lifts his glass up. "I've got some of the best Kentucky mash in existence, a smoker working overtime and the prettiest gal at the party comin' to kiss me."

“Suck up,” you tease, but there’s no bite in it. Instead it just earns him another kiss and a flustered smile from you. “Diana makes dangerous cocktails, I might have to mix something slightly less potent for myself otherwise you’re actually going to have to carry me home like you threatened.”

Champ chuckles and shakes his head. "My girl always did have a heavy hand when pouring drinks." His own eyes find his soulmate and he softens, smiling gently at the older woman across the way as she bullies Astrid into taking another scoop of the mac and cheese, knowing how much the Statesman tech loves it.

“Astrid and Gabi invited us over for dinner tomorrow,” you tell Jack, stealing one more squeeze of a hug before you remind yourself that you’re too old to be hanging all over your soulmate like a groupie. “Is it okay if I tell them yes?”

"If you are wanting to go, sugar, you tell 'em." Jack agrees, knowing that if you want to go to dinner with your friends, he will show up with a smile. "As long as you don't work too hard tomorrow since it will be your first full day back."

“My first day back is the perfect day to have someone else cook dinner, don’t you think?” It’s certainly not a bad idea by any means, and you shoot him a grin. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

"What if I don't want you to be good?" Jack poses playfully. "Go tell them that you will only bring one dessert." He orders, smirking at your immediate pout.

“Only bringing one dessert is being good!” His teasing earns him a stuck-out tongue and you hustle into the house to get another drink before he can retaliate. You’re still giggling to yourself happily just seconds later as you pour yourself a slightly less powerful cocktail, but the sound of the front door opening and boots in the foyer drags your mind to the present. “Come on back!” You call to the new arrival, having heard Diana greet guests the same way an hour ago. “Party’s outside but the bar’s in here.”

"Well hey." Tex rushes up to hug you before he stops short, unsure of how exactly to approach you now that the truth is out there and Sophia is right beside him. He gives you a sheepish smile when you turn around to face him. "Looks like you are right at home, knew you would be."

“You’re home!” The way you both flinch when you obviously want to be excited to see friends makes you shove your hands in your pockets for just a moment before you decide not to care. Friends can hug each other, dammit. If this Kingsman agent soulmate of his has a problem with it, she’s never going to be comfortable at Statesman. “It’s so good to see you,” you tell him honestly, reaching forward to offer him that hug.

As soon as you open your arms, Tex breaths out a sigh of relief and Sophia knocks into him from behind. "Hug her, you ass!" She hisses at her soulmate in reproach before she shoves him again. Rolling her eyes at the hesitancy he's displaying when she knows exactly who you are and what you have done with Tex.

The laugh you let out in surprise becomes a snort, and you hug the life out of the 6’1” Texan before turning to the statuesque woman beside him - stunningly gorgeous even in her jeans and sweater. “You must be Sophia.”

Sophia can't help but grin, immediately liking you. "That I am." She isn't like most British, she's a hugger and she comes in to greet you as if you were an old friend. Which, in a twisted kind of way, you are. "You're the heartbreaker." She teases as she squeezes you and pulls back and looks over at Tex when he huffs and shuffles beside her. "Ohhhh piss off." She huffs at him goodnaturedly. "Not everyday you get to have a friend who's seen your soulmate's cock." Her grin is wicked when she turns back to you and winks. "And she and I are going to be best mates, ay?"

“You really have no choice in the matter.” You inform Tex, grinning like a mad woman when Sophia keeps one arm around you and you can’t help but feel like this woman glows from the inside out. “I love her. I’m keeping her. You and Jack need to have a good gruff grumble at each other so we can all get back to normal around here.” Turning to Sophia, you flash her a grin and nod toward the counter. “Fix you a drink?”

"God yes." Sophia huffs, rolling her eyes. "We had to fly commercial, dealt with an absolute cunt of a ticket agent." She groans, "they didn't even have a proper cuppa on that trash heap they called a jet!" She tends to be told that she's abrasive and mouthy, but she doesn't care. Thrilled to be here with her soulmate and eager to make friends with those that know him best.

“Come by the kitchen any time. I had some of our teas imported so the real thing is just a short walk from your office.” The bottle of rum is already in your hand when you look back at her. “Did Tex tell you what I do when he told you…the other stuff?”

"He said you were the best damn baker on this side of the ocean." She tilts her head and leans in conspiratorially. "Which isn't hard when you compare it to British pastries." She giggles before she reaches out and touches your arm. "Don't worry, Tex might have told me about the incident between you, but that was before we even knew we were soulmates. And I don't care who was wrapped around his cock before me. All that matters is now."

“British pastries are amazing, don’t you dare test me on that. My tea room is opening in just a couple of weeks and you’ll have access to as much tea as you can manage.” Eyeballing the right amount of each liquor for the daiquiri you had started making her, you grin when Tex just shakes his head and steps around you to grab an ice cold beer from the fridge. Warm beer just never sat well with him in any of the pubs he tried out. “What happened between us is in the past, but I’ve really missed my friend.” You tell her honestly. “I’m really glad that you’re not the type to judge before you meet someone.”

"Though I want to punch that soulmate of yours." Sophia's grin turns into a frown and she looks you over curiously. "But it seems like you are doing surprisingly well, considering Tex said you were grieving when he left." There's a question in her comment, one that would be easily ignored if you didn't want to talk about it and the opening if you did.

“Jack and I are doing a lot better.” You hold a fixed glass out to her when you turn around. “Actually? We’re doing great. It was a bumpy ride but we’re on track now. Just like…it seems like you and Tex are doing well?”

"We are." Sophia can't stop the grin if she tries as she lifts the cocktail up to take a drink. "We both have always wanted to find our soulmates and it's just– it's exhilarating. You know?" She asks, making a face of delight when she tastes the drink you had mixed up. "Ohhhh this is good." She moans. "I'm going to love it here."

“I hope you like whiskey because around here it’s a religion.” Looping your arm through hers, you tap your glass against hers and grin. “Come outside and meet everyone.”

Jack looks up to find you and another woman with your arms intertwined and your heads pressed together, a cheery grin on both of your faces. Tilting his head and wondering who the woman is, his question is answered a second later when Tequila follows you and her out of the house, a very uncomfortable set to the boy's shoulders that immediately has Jack grinning out of spite. "Hot damn." He chuckles. "Trouble's blown back into town." He calls out over the yard.

"Tex!" Diana's delighted gasp from halfway across the yard is echoed almost immediately by a wave of other cheers and greetings, and you pull Sophia to the side with you just a few inches so you don't get run over by the ever-boisterous Bobby Rogers who comes careening up to the porch to say hello with an aggressive hug.

"Is everyone as enthusiastic around here?" Sophia bursts out laughing as the obviously grown man nearly tackles her soulmate in a hug that might have killed a lesser man.

"Pretty much," you laugh, nodding a little as Tex and Bobby share something that can only be classified as a bear hug. "I give it until the end of the party until you're getting hugs that big, too. Part of it is just...everybody loves Tex. And they're so excited to meet you."

"I heard he was something of a partier while he was here." Sophia finds it vastly amusing that the stereotypical cowboys around here act like they are all one big group of teddy bears. Most of them wrapped around their soulmates or coming over to greet Tex.

"Just a little." Throwing her a conspiratorial wink, you take it on yourself to introduce the newest arrival to Jack, since her soulmate is currently in the center of a group hug that would put any sorority to shame. "Honey," you reach out to touch Jack's shoulder and get his attention. "This is Sophia. Soph– this is Jack." The grin that unfurls on your face is unstoppable. "My soulmate."

"Well, fuck me." Sophia grins, shaking her head and reaching out to shake his hand. Unsure if this one was a hugger and she wants to needle him some. "Do they breed them all like fucking Gods here?"

You snort again, louder this time, and almost double over laughing at the comment. "Holy shit." It's going to take you a lot longer than just one or two seconds to regain your composure, especially with how amused Jack looks. "I fucking love this girl," you pronounce absolutely to anyone who could possibly be listening. "And yes. They do. At least, Statesman recruits all the godlike ones."

"I should have come over to America sooner." Sophia huffs, grinning towards her soulmate. "Tried a few of these cowboys on for size before I found Tex."

"Naw, you already got the second best the country has to offer." Your eyes slide over to Jack and you smile again, feeling that familiar fluttering in your chest that you always get when you look at him. "I'm afraid I already nabbed the best for myself."

Jack chuckles and reaches for you, relieved that the entire situation isn't awkward. Sophia looks like she is a woman who will keep Tex on his toes. "All yours, sugar." He promises. "All yours."

When Tex finally manages to extricate himself from the mountain of greetings, you ambles back over to Sophia with a sheepish grin on his face. "Didn't I tell ya we liked big hellos around here, baby?" He practically blushes, running his hand down her arm to thread their fingers together before looking up at you and his best friend. Or, at least, the man who had been his best friend. He's just hoping that he didn't fuck that up too badly. "Jack." He flusters before holding out his hand to say hello.

Jack stares at the boy's hand for a moment before he slaps it away. The sharp inhale of the entire group barely able to register before Jack busts out into a chuckle and grabs Tex, pulling him in for another rib bustin' hug. "Son of a bitch!" He growls. "The fuck took you so long? I've been miserable with just Champ for company."

The air goes out of all of you all at once, and Tex practically crumples into hugging his best fucking friend. "Jackass," he huffs, though the relief is clear in his voice. "You know that's why your daddy named you Jack, right? Knew from birth that you'd be a jackass."

"Better than Tex." Jack huffs, slapping the taller man's back harshly. It would sound like he's hitting. him, but it's just the affection being pounded back into him like men do. "Can't hit for shit, Tex." Jack's own relief at Tex's return and forgiveness for his actions are palpable. A weight off his shoulders.

"Gonna have to get back in the practice ring." Tex chuckles, shaking his head at Jack before he wraps his arm around Sophia and flashes the softest smile in the world at her. "It's good to be home." He has to admit that. Fully and wholeheartedly.

It's satisfying, seeing the boy wear a besotted smile that he's only seen one other time. This time he's got an even bigger sparkle in his eyes and it's reserved for Sophia. "Good to have you home." Jack promises, nodding at the other agent meaningfully. "You made it in time for the grand openin' too."

"I heard!" And he's not going to lie and claim that he didn't hurry back to be here in time. "Gotta admit I'm a little bummed to have missed out on all the menu tastings, but..." he clears his throat and looks down at Sophia who gives him an encouraging nod. "Champ says...y'all are gonna be doing weddings soon?"

"Oh my god..." You're wide-eyed when you realize what he's asking, and immediately look down at Sophia's hand to see a meteor-sized emerald on her finger. It's unique and bold, exactly like she is. "Are you serious? That's so exciting!"

"Goddamn." Jack whistles, not missing the split second flash of something on your face. It wasn't necessarily envy but it's more like a yearning. He thinks about the conversation he had with your father and knows that he will be sliding that ring on your finger just as soon as he can get you alone after the opening. He'll have to text your dad for a picture of the ring, get another band to compliment it. Something specifically from him for his soulmate. "Congratulations." He offers seriously.

"He wanted to wait until we got over here to have the thing." Sophia absolutely beams, looking between you and Jack. "Something utterly unEnglish. No little village church, no dour aunties over breakfast, no pall mall on the lawn." She snorts as though the idea of it is completely ridiculous.

"You'll both help, won't you?" Tex had talked about you both constantly once he was more comfortable doing so. They had opened up to each other so quickly that his hesitancy to talk about you and Jack had been the biggest clue that the two of you are important to him.

"Whatever you need from me." Jack agrees instantly, knowing that he will do anything to help the couple have the event they are dreaming of. Wanting them to be happy here, he wants Tex to be happy. Wants him to be happy with his soulmate. Just like he is now with you.

"Absolutely anything." And if you happen to have a few stray thoughts about your own wedding, it won't be your fault. But you would never bring it up to Jack.

"So you mean to tell me that the first weddin' you and Diana are gunna plan is Tex's?" Jack can't help but chuckle at the irony of it.

"Looks like it." You have a sip of your drink and note with a clear conscience that the only jealousy you feel is for being able to get married, not for the specific man. That would have been a whole extra therapy session right there.

"Looks like I owe my wife twenty bucks and a spa day," Champ chuckles from a few feet away, eyeing his two agents with amusement. "I'd sworn it woulda been Jack and his Sugar, here."

Tex’s eyes widen and he glances at you and then Jack. Just now realizing that things are a bit more friendly than when he left. “Seriously?” He asks, a slow grin breaking out on his face. “You two?”

"We're not engaged or anything," you quickly throw that conversation off the rails before it can get traction, not wanting to make Jack uncomfortable. Instead you choose to focus on the very real and very positive step toward a solid relationship that you actually are taking. "But, um...I'm moving...to Jack's place." For Sophia's benefit, you point at the side of the large house across two yards. "Right next door."

“Really?” Sophia hums and her calculating gaze turns towards Jack. “That’s a mighty big house to not be married in and fill with babies.” She points out practically.

"Ain't it, though?" Tex adjusts his arm around Sophia and grins. "Seems an awful shame not to have that place full of life."

"Oookay." Too nervous to even look at Jack, you give his hand a squeeze and remind yourself to smile. "I'm gonna go tell Gabi that we're on for dinner tomorrow before I forget," you murmur, excusing yourself as fast as gracefully possible.

Jack huffs, narrowing his eyes at the happy couple, although he isn’t upset. “Let me propose to the girl before you have her knocked up and pushin’ out babies.” His heart skips a beat at that thought but he closes his eyes and reminds himself that he diced Rollins into easy to handle pieces.

"Well she's not running because she's afraid of it." Sophia observes, sipping her drink. "She looks at you like you...what's the phrase?" One glance up at Tex and she remembers it. "Like you hung the stars in the sky."

“She’s gotta– gotta heal first.” Jack murmurs quietly. Taking another sip of his drink and watching you talk with Gabi and Astrid.

"Heal?" Tex's face flashes anger immediately but since Jack looks upset rather than angry it dissipates immediately. "What the hell happened? She looks fine."

“She– uh, she was kidnapped a week ago.” Jack tells Tequila brokenly. “Someone– it was… the same person who killed my Abigail and baby boy. Took her and tortured her.”

The way Tequila absorbs that information is the instant and yet simultaneously thorough turning of gears that marks him as an intelligence agent. Has he heard the words and absorbed their meaning? Absolutely. But is he still processing their full implication? That could take an extra moment. "Tell me you took care of it," he hisses, trying to even imagine half of what he would do to someone who hurt Sophia, let alone two of his soulmates. "Tell me you took care of it or we're leaving in the Silver Pony right now."

“They are in tiny pieces.” Jack confirms. “Never gunna hurt her again. I made sure of it.” His satisfaction is grim and he’s never told you that he’s got a video file of what he had done to Rollins, captured through his glasses, on his phone for when he needs a reminder the bastard is dead.

"Good." Both the agents in front of him - Tequila and Isolde - nod seriously. "So what she needs is to take her mind off things?" Sophia raises an eyebrow at both men. "Or should I be aiming her right at wedding thoughts to have her giddy to be proposed to?"

“I’m gunna propose after her grand openin’.” He admits quietly. “Her daddy’s bringing me her grandmother's ring. Gonna give her that and a ring to go with it from me.”

"So get her excited, then." That seems to delight Sophia, who has a mischievous streak several kilometers long. "Cheers."

“She’ll try to ignore being excited.” Jack predicts. “But remind her that it’s okay to dream. To want things.” A lot of this is because of the way he treated you, and he knows it will take time to completely fix things.

“Consider it done.” An intrigue, her mother would have called it, and Sophia has always loved a good intrigue.

“But, doesn’t mean I don’t want her to focus on your weddin’.” Jack promises. “Ain’t lookin’ to steal your thunder.”

“Jack, I, uh—” Readjusting his stance and wiping his palms on his jeans, Tex is the very picture of nerves. “I wanted to ask you to be my best man, if you weren’t still pissed at me.”

Jack looks seriously at Tex, knowing that the boy is still unsure of their standing despite the greeting. He swallows, emotional and soft at the idea. “I’d be honored.” He answers honestly, reaching out and pulling him in for another hug. “Fuckin’ honored.”

“Good.” It’s as heartfelt a moment as could be between the two men, and Sophia smiles as she rubs a hand gently on her soulmate’s back. “He was bloody terrified to ask on the way over in case you were still mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” Jack asks, making sure that the boy holds his gaze. “I was wrong.” He admits. “I owe you an apology. I shoulda made sure you knew the score. I’m sorry.”

“And I shouldn’t’ve overreacted.” Tex isn’t fool enough to think he didn’t go overboard by hauling off and laying Jack out flat. But clearing the air is what they both need. “I’m glad it’s behind us.”

“Water under the bridge.” Jack waves it away, aware that he shouldn’t have hit him, but Jack was being a jackass. “Let’s just leave that in the past.”

“Right.” Tex nods, glad to have it all aired out, and looks over at Sophia with a grin. “I’m gonna go show off my lady,” he announces unrepentantly. “Can we sit and eat with you guys later on? Catch up?”

“Go on.” Jack nods and waves them away. “Gotta make sure Champ doesn’t ruin the brisket.”

“I would not!” Champ looks scandalized at that the way only a Texas man can, and all three men laugh before Tex bundles Sophia up against him and goes out into the yard to say hello to old friends.

Jack chuckles and nudges Champ with his shoulder. “Guess things are lookin’ good. ‘Cept I know you’ll miss the kid.”

“I will.” Champ is not too proud a man to admit that he’ll miss his only child. “But every boy’s gotta leave home to grow, don’t they?”

“They do.” Jack admits, knowing his life would have been much different if he hadn’t left the ranch. Even under those circumstances. He honestly wonders what the world would be like if Jack Daniels had never become Agent Whiskey. It’s a sobering thought. “Good thing the kid knows that he’s welcome home whenever he needs a soft place to land.”

“Yeah.” Champ huffs a laugh as he inspects the progress the meat is making in the smoker. “Your house.” He doesn’t grouse about it, though, he only chuckles. “I know he’ll do well. It’s just hard to see him go.”

“I know, but the kid is a helluva agent.” Jack beams with pride, since he had helped train the kid. “You and Di did a fine job.”

“Give it a little time, Jack.” There’s confidence in Champ’s tone. It’s soft, but it’s there. “Yours will be just as headstrong and determined as you and their mama.”

“It scares the hell out of me.” Jack confesses, looking over at where you are talking with Rye, flown in from New York. You had given him a hug and there were some tears, but you had waved him off from coming over. “What if I lose her? Another baby?” He chokes out. “It’ll kill me.”

“The man who took your family - who tried to take this one - is dead.” Champ reminds him quietly, abandoning the smoker to focus entirely on his friend. “I know it’s hard to remember, but I’ll remind ya every day if you’re needin’ it. What else could hurt her - birth? Not with Ginger hoverin’ over her the whole time. Ain’t no disease we can’t tackle. No danger that Statesman can’t pull her back from. And shit,” Champ clicks his tongue. “With how well she did under pressure? Leavin’ you her bracelet as a clue an all? Keepin’ her secrets like she did? Even if there were other people out there who might wanna make a target out of a Statesman agent’s wife, I’d be more afraid for them then I am for her.”

“She’s a goddamn goddess, isn’t she?” Quiet pride fills him as he stares at you in a way that has his eyes watering slightly. Just drinking in the sight of his soulmate happy and healthy. “I never believed in second soulmates, never wanted one.” He knows that Champ is completely aware of that. “But I’m goddamn proud that this is who the universe chose for me.”

“She loves the hell out of you.” The older man claps Jack on the back in a friendly, playful gesture. “Can’t for the life of me figure out why, but you’re goddamn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” It’s a far cry from his viewpoint a month ago, but it’s amazing what can happen when you let the fear go.

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Whiskey’s Bad Girl (Part 1 of the “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” mini-series)

Just something I put together on whim for my @quica-quica-quica 😘

Part 1, Whiskey’s Bad Girl | Part 2, Whiskey’s Good Girl | Part 3, Whiskey’s Best Girl

Word count: 870+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: consensual non-consent/CNC; dom/sub dynamics; use of “Sir” by Reader; demeaning/degrading language from Whiskey directed at reader (use of “girl”/”girlie” as nickname; use of “good girl”/”bad girl”); mature and vulgar language; open palm spanking on bottom/F receiving; mentions of lingerie/thong/bra; mentions of makeup/mascara/red lipstick; mentions of black high heels; pinching on thigh/F receiving; one instance of hands on back of neck/F receiving; fingering/F receiving; no aftercare scene

Whiskey hissed through clenched teeth as his hand squeezed and massaged your ass. You were dizzy from anticipation, turned face down over his strong denim-clad thighs where he sat on the edge of the bed.

One of his broad, warm hands was clasped around the back of your neck while the other roamed your ass. He delved a finger between your buttocks to stroke at the red lace thong nestled there.

His voice was as dark and warm as the whiskey in the belt buckle flask that was digging into your hip. “Now why are you dressed so dirty? I thought you were my good girl, I thought we talked about you behavin’ yourself today.”

You whined and kicked your ankles rapidly as his finger found your clit through the lace. You sucked in a lungful of air and then yelped as his hand came down on your buttocks, first left and then right in rapid succession.

“Oh!” was all you could manage to say.

“You better explain yourself, girlie, or I’m gonna have to dole out more spankings. You gonna answer me?”

“I did behave!” Your voice was more petulant than you had intended.

“Oh, no you didn’t!” His hand landed again, hard, leaving a sting behind. He flattened his palm against the spot and just held the warmth of it there, making you shiver.

“You misbehaved.” His tone was so thoroughly disappointed that you almost forgot this was a game, a mutually-agreeable play fiction that brought you both satisfaction. You actually felt a little bad.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I won’t ever do it again. Please, Jack! I’ll be good.”

“Good girls don’t dress like that, darlin’. There’s no way that you can be good if you’re dressed-” smack

“Like-” smack!

“That.” SMACK!

You wiggled and howled, a breathy “Ohhhhh!” your only answer as his warm hand caressed your sensitive skin.

“Now how many do you think you deserve for those sinful black high heels, girl?”

“Ohhh…”

“I asked you a question.” He pinched the back of your thigh as a warning. “Answer me.”

“Four.”

“Well that sounds fair to me. Count ‘em out, loud and clear, darlin’.”

Whiskey brought his hand down on your left buttock again.

“One!”

“Good girl.” Whiskey was spreading out the spankings across your entire ass, trying to be firm without overusing one area, but now he had spanked you enough times that he was going to have to overlap. He took you through three more rounds, not increasing the impact.

He paused, rubbing two fingers through the lace against your labia, feeling how swollen and damp you were with anticipation.

“Girl, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were gettin’ turned on by your punishment, instead of learning your lesson.”

“Oh, no…” you breathed. “No, I’m definitely learning my lesson, Sir.”

“And how many do you think you deserve for that red lipstick. Hmm?”

“One.”

Whiskey’s voice went dark again. “No.”

“Three, sir?”

“That’s more like it. Count for me, I know you can do it, girlie.” smack!

You heard your voice getting higher as you counted. “One… two… three!” You practically squeaked on the last number.

“And how many for that sexy red lace thong and the matching bra, young lady?”

“Five?”

“I agree.”

His hand came down on your right buttock and you started to haze out, feeling so buzzy and good that you forgot to count. Whiskey pinched the back of your thigh one more time.

“Uh-oh. Someone forgot to count. Now we gotta start all over.” His voice went silky, “And my hand’s gettin’ tired, darlin’. Looks like we’ll have to switch to the paddle.”

“Noooo…” you moaned.

“Oh yes.” He took his hand off the back of your neck and stroked a languid line up and down your spine. “Unless that’s a safe word I hear, young lady?”

“No, sir!”

“Alright. You stay here, and don’t move a muscle while I grab that paddle.” Whiskey flipped you off his lap and you landed flat on your belly on the bed, moaning with pleasure into the covers. You heard him open the drawer and grab the small leather paddle, then you felt the mattress curve beside you as he kneeled near your hips.

“You stay face down and think about what you’ve done.” Whiskey smacked the flat of the paddle against one of his palms and you moaned again.

“I think we need to start all over with the high heels, and this time I’ll add a smack to each offense for tirin’ me out like you did, you bad girl.” You felt him massage and squeeze your buttocks, soothing you before the next phase of punishment.

“Now, that’s gonna be five for the high heels, four for that red lipstick, and six for the bra and panties. Can you count to fifteen for me?”

“Yes, sir!” Your voice was slightly muffled by the covers, but your enthusiastic nodding told him you were on board.

“Alright, girlie. Count ‘em all out for me and then I’ll make you come so hard you scream.” He chuckled, his voice buttery and dark like his chocolate eyes.

“I can’t tell if you want to be my good girl or my bad girl, but we’re about to find out.”

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[pennyserenade]

pairing: agent whiskey x female oc , agent whiskey x original female character summary: jack and alicia embark on a wild, successful night together, and they end it in a way only they would.  warnings: language, gun mention, a little bit of violence, a little bit of sexism. the works, yanno? word count: 5.7k+ (this might just be the longest chapter i’ve ever written, so bare with me) rating: t (teen) author’s note: as much as this is a fanfic about agent whiskey, it has also become a scavenger hunt for cary grant lovers. if you get the references, congrats. if you don’t, that’s just as well, you don’t really have to. also, i must say that this is my first time dabbling in a genre like this, so if it’s not good, it might just be in a few years. at least you’ll be able to say you were here since the beginning 

NEXT CHAPTER

CHAPTER ONE: TELL HIM

While the papers might not know who’s been on the arm of one of the most desirable men in the world this past weekend, Jack sure does.  Beside Archie Leach, Pinkie looks nearly unrecognizable beneath her sunglasses and the red driving scarf, but Jack can recognize her beaming smile anywhere. This “mystery girl” they speak of - the one who made the second page of the paper even here, in France - is none other than his partner, Miss Alicia Fitzgerald.

Jack wears a teasing grin as he sets the paper down on her bed. She looks up at him from above the book she’s been reading. “What’s that?” she asks, rising to grab it.

Jack shrugs his shoulders. “It seems no one knows,” he tells her, smiling. “Well, that is except for you and I, and the handsome man there, I suppose.”

She frowns. “Oh, those photographers never leave us alone.”

“You make a pretty couple,” he mumbles as he puts the cigarette in his mouth. “Though, I can’t say this is too good for our line of work, Pinkie.”

She sets the paper down beside her on the bed. “Jack, I am going tonight,” she says. “Don’t for one minute think that I’m going to let you go to this party all al—“

He waves his hand in the air dismissively. “No one said anything about that, did they?”

“Well, I know you,” she huffs. “If you think you can do it alone, you try.”

Jack blows a billow of smoke out of the side of his mouth and shakes his head. “No, not with you,” he says, “I like havin’ you around. ‘sides, this is a two person job, so I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

The grin that possesses her lips now is enough to renew the spirit in Jack that went with her unkind words just moments before. He brings the cigarette back to his mouth and inhales. “We should be gettin’ ready. That Frenchman said he’d have a car comin’ for us at 6pm.”

Pinkie leans across her bed and takes the cigarette from Jack’s fingers. He watches her take it between her lips, amused. “It’ll be here around 6:15 then,” she tells him. “Did you call for your suit to be pressed?”

“Yes,” he says. “The shirt too, because I know you’ll be askin’ about that next.”

“And the—“

“I shined the shoes and bought the black bow-tie.”

She nods her head, satisfied. “I’ve taught you well, Cowboy.”

Jack plucks the cigarette from her lips, and puts it back between his own. “Nothin’ I didn’t know already. You jus’ help me remember, like a lil’ talkin’ calendar.”

Pinkie nods her head, though he’s not entirely convinced she’s listening to him anymore because she’s looking down at the paper again.

Jack was only having a bit of fun with her about it, but if he was being honest with himself, the idea of Pinkie being with that guy leaves a bad taste in his mouth. It’s  not that he’s jealous, either. Pinkie is a good looking woman, sure, but she’s not his type, too stubborn and sure of herself. She carries herself like a man might, and Jack doesn’t think it’s unbefitting of her, but this quality of hers often sees them clashing over trivial things. Jack prefers women who seem to like him at least more than half of the time, and with Pinkie it’s hard to read.

Past the emotions he doesn’t have for her, what worries Jack is the weight of this relationship she’s in, and the gravity the length of it is beginning to have. She’s been seeing him for a little more than six months and if Jack can trust his intuition - and he should, being that he’s a top class spy and all - this picture in the paper is an indicator of more to come. Today it’s a picture in the paper where she’s just some woman and tomorrow it’s an article all about the lives of the two lovebirds.

Maybe it’s a bit of personal bias, too. Jack can give this Archie character that much. Archie comes from a background not at all similar to Jack’s, with none of that rags-to-riches, American-Dream business. Archie’s father owns a bank and Archie works at said bank; one hand full of money straight into the next.

“Archie is good-looking, isn’t he?” Pinkie remarks, running her finger over the spot on the paper his picture inhabits. “He’s got the most lovely wardrobe, Jack.”

Jack grunts. “Oh, I’m sure. With a life like his, it’d be a crime not to. They’d not let him in those fancy restaurants you frequent together if he didn’t.”

She frowns up at him. “Don’t be harsh. I like him a lot.”

Moving over to the side of his bed, Jack stamps out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray. “That’s nothin’ to do with me, honey. He’s not my boyfriend to like.”

“You’re right,” she responds, closing the pages again. “He’s mine.”

Jack gives her a wide grin, laying the insincerity of his joy on thickly as he blows out the last bit of smoke. “I’ve got to get my suit from the front desk. Start gettin’ ready.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Picking up the hat at the end of his bed, Jack clicks his tongue. “Wouldn’t dream of such a thing, Pinkie.”

With a lone wink he knows will just piss her off, Jack slips out the door of the hotel room. There’s what they would call a “pep” in his step as he whistles his way down the corridor, and in their shared room, she lays on her own bed, thinking of when Jack will be old and grey and alone with a pleased little smile on her face.

——

Despite their disagreements and differences in opinion, when it comes to the professional partnership of Jack and Alicia, it is a guarantee when push comes to shove, they will see eye to eye. Even in the thick of the moment, when seeing each other face to face might not be an option at all - when shots are being fired and people’s lives are in danger - they both know that whatever moves they make are automatically pre-approved by the other. Many issues have been solved by this steadfast, silent agreement they share. Tonight’s is no different.

They say curiosity killed the cat and well, Jack thinks they might not have been so wrong for doing the thing in if it had been like this man. Stupidly curious, and not too quiet about it.  

The hand gun Pinkie’s been carrying with her in that magnificently tiny purse of hers for emergencies sits in Jack’s hand, warm, and the bullet from it is lodged somewhere in that man’s chest. Pinkie stands beside Jack, wearing an expression of mixed relief and utter shock. Jack knows the shock isn’t there for all the reasons it should be, and it almost makes him more fond of her.

“I ruined your dress,” he comments before she can. He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m sorry, Pinkie, really, but I had to do that. You know I did.”

“He was going for the door,” she says quietly, providing an excuse for him.

“And he knew who you were,” Jack adds. “The girl in the paper, that’s what he said.”

“I’m supposed to be your wife, Mrs. Chapman,” she responds. “It just wouldn’t have done. I’m not mad.”

Jack watches her peel off the stained white gloves from her hands, trying to make out the expression on her face. “Do you want me to help you out of the dress?” Jack asks her.

Sighing, she turns. “Yeah, go on and unzip me. I’ll have to hurry to get into the other one I brought with me.”

Walking to her, Jack raises his brow. “The other one?” he asks. His fingers grab hold of the zipper on her dress and he tugs down until he can’t anymore. “You brought another?”

“Yeah. I’ve learned to come prepared.”

Jack looks down at himself. A splash of red stains the mid-section of his freshly pressed white dress shirt, and though they are black, the blood still noticeably blots his slacks. It won't do, he thinks. He simply can’t go to a party looking like this.

“I didn’t,” he remarks. “Oh, dammit all to hell.”

She turns back around to face him, wearing only her white slip and her black pair of stockings. “There’s a suit hanging in your closet,” she nods over to the wardrobe across the room. “I come prepared for all.”

Feeling so relieved he could scream, Jack runs over and grabs her by the shoulders. “I’d be nothing without you,” he remarks, kissing her cheek.

She laughs at him, tugging on his bow-tie so it’ll come undone. “C’mon, Jack, we’ve only got fifteen minutes and now we’ve got to call Ginger, too.”

He nods, letting her go. “Sorry about all that foolish talk earlier, by the way,” Jack says, making his way back to his side of the room. “I guess I’m just a tad bit territorial over you, bein’ as you’re my partner and all. Just think it’d be a damn shame to lose you, but it’s really none of my business what you do.”

The doors of the wardrobe open and as expected, a lone dress suit hangs for him beside all his other clothing. He takes it off the hook with a grin.

Pinkie, who has escaped into the bathroom, leans over the sink and inspects her makeup and hair. All she hears is mumbles from Jack and she doesn’t suppose it’s all important anyways, so she doesn’t respond.

There’s no blood on her face, or in her hair, only on her chest and on the necklace she’d been planning to wear. She wets one of the towels on the sink and wipes it off her chest, but she takes off the necklace, leaving it on the counter. Turning off the water, she lets out a heavy breath.

This is her fault. She shouldn’t have gotten so pissed at Jack earlier, because she’s been doing a stupid thing as of late, getting so involved with Archie. While his anger might’ve been misplaced, it’s not unearned.

“Jack!” she calls out. “Jack, won’t you bring me my dress? It’s in the closet!”

She inspects her face one more time in the mirror, just to be safe. All her makeup looks as it had before the incident, but can tell she’s feeling different by the way she looks. This is no time to be feeling anything other than sure, either.

After many years of molding herself into something the men at Statesmen could and would recognize as important, she’s finally doing something she feels is worthy of her time and effort. Her and Jack have been working on this case for almost as long as she’s been with Archie. This is far too precarious a time to let it be muddled easily with emotions that shouldn’t be a concern right now.

To her right, the door opens, successfully startling her from her thoughts. Her hand falls upon her chest and she laughs at herself as Jack hands the dress to her, looking puzzled.

“You okay?” he checks.

She nods. “Oh, yeah,” she says, reassuringly. “Don’t worry about me, alright? Just go ahead and call the front desk and tell them we need the Statesman special, won’t you?”

“That’ll alert Ginger?” he asks.

“Yes. That’s what she told me to say.”

Jack shuts the door without another word, leaving her to her own devices. She appreciates his cooperation, and his willingness to listen tonight. It isn’t always easy to advise Jack on matters he believes he has more expertise on, but tonight he’s agreeable.

She takes the dress out of its protective covering, and she pauses a moment to admire the beauty of it before she puts it on. Maybe it makes her a simple woman, but she doesn’t care, she has a fondness for a beautiful dress and that is precisely what this is. Crafted just for her by some tailors of Archie’s, this floor length evening dress is light pink and cinched around the waist. It only has one shoulder, but it comes with a shawl of the same color, and two pairs of gloves for her to wear. She hadn’t intended to wear this tonight, because it’s so gorgeous and she doesn’t want to ruin it, but she had brought it just in case; it’s one of the finest dresses she owns to her name.

With the telephone to his ear, Jack sits on Pinkie’s bed and leafs through the book she’s reading currently. “Hello,” Jack says, once he’s connected to the front desk. His country accent transforms into something less notable than his usual—a reflection of Pinkie’s own. “This is Mr. Chapman in room 325. My wife and I’d like what I believe is called The Statesmen Special.”

Jack hums in agreement as the woman on the phone confirms the information, and his fingers shuffle the pages in front of him until they find the end of the book. Seeing there’s an inscription, Jack resituates the phone and turns his head to see where Pinkie is.

“Yeah, that’d be most perfect,” he tells the woman on the phone. His eyes return to the book in his lap. “Yes, 6:30pm. And please,” he stresses, beginning to make out the words on the page. ‘From Archie,’ it reads. “Please,” Jack repeats, “Make sure no one but those who are advised come to our room. My wife’s particular about that.”

Humming in agreement a few more times, Jack makes out the rest of the inscription.

‘Alicia, I do hope you have a good trip. I’ve never read this, but I’m told it is good.

P.S.

Don’t forget that you can call me anytime you need.

Love,

Archie Leach.’

“Yes, thank you so much for your help,” Jack says, before hanging the phone back on the receiver.

He re-reads the letter, once more for clarity, and then once more again to be sure he saw the ill-fated words. Sure enough, each time it’s there, in neat scripture. Love.

“This isn’t good,” he mutters to himself. “Not good at all. Foolish man.”

The phone rings next to Jack and in the midst of shaking his head in disappointment, he picks it up and brings it to his ear. “Chapmans,” he answers, putting the book back in its spot.

“Oh, thank you,” he tells the operator. “We will be down shortly.”

Hanging up the phone again, Jack stands from the bed. “The car’s here Pinkie!” he shouts, grabbing the gun off the bed and her black purse. He places the gun back in it, and holds it at his side, waiting for the bathroom door to open.

Pinkie looks like a million bucks in the dress she’s changed into, and Jack can’t help but smile at the sight of her in front of him. “Woah,” he says, letting that accent of his get the best of him. “The trick is to not stand out, honey. I mean you really look good.”

She smiles warmly at him. “You think?” she runs her hands over the front of the dress. “It was made just for me.”

“Looks like it,” he says, handing her the purse in his hands. He offers her his arm. “C’mon now, we’ve got a party to rob.”

—

The Beaufoys are made of money, but it’s something they are clumsily new at. It’s a rookie mistake many get-rich-quick people make, one they don’t really even acknowledge as an error because they are so unaccustomed to their acquired wealth.

The home has a feeling of being un-lived in, despite the fact that it’s filled to the brim with people tonight, and decorated with all the materials a person could want. From the entrance with large, beautiful white doors that lead into a lobby, to the custom built elevator with their family name engraved into a plaque, to the grand room you first step into after you get out of the elevator - it’s all so lavish it appears like a satire of real wealth. Too gold, too full, too much.

Alicia does not come from wealth, but she’s rubbed elbows with just the right amount of rich people to know who’s had their money and who’s just come to it. It is knowledge one must have to play both the comfortably rich and the luckily rich, and one those at Statesmen all but ensured she had it.

While a mission of this complexity and length is new, this setup isn’t; she’s been on the arms of many agents, operating under many names, going to many parties. The year she had started field work, she’d worn a fake wedding ring so many times, she had a tan line on her finger year round.

Jack is easily one of the best fake husbands to have. She’s sure that the real thing would drive her to insanity, but the fake thing is quite endearing. He plays the role of devoted, almost reverent husband well, and never in all of their times of having done this, has anyone suspected they were anything but in love. He hasn’t always taken her as seriously as she would’ve liked, but Jack has always heeded her words about how to act.

Tonight, he holds her close to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist as they step into the crowd of people in the foyer. On both sides of the room are two massive staircases leading up to a floor that overlooks the open space between them. Everyone has people, even on the steps.

“Do you see them?” she whispers, smiling widely at those who they pass.

“Yes,” Jack says, pointing upwards. “Isn’t that chandelier something?”

She follows his finger and sees the couple at the head of the staircase, just slightly below where the larger chandelier hangs.

Alicia nods. “Just darling.”

Jack turns his body to her and brings her close in the crowd of people. “Twelve diamond crests,” he whispers in her ear. His lip hovers just above her ear. They must look like the picture perfect pair, standing so intimately like this. “Six women, six men. You get the men and I’ll get the women?”

“Women,” she repeats back to him softly, in her more smoothed American accent. His women suggests hints of what he really is.

“Women,” he repeats, almost as if it’s a question.

“Yes,” she responds, turning her face to his. Their lips ghost dangerously near each other like this. “When you are finished, meet me at the entrance?”

Jack nods his head. “Don’t do anythin’ I wouldn’t.”

“Don’t forget to drop that accent.”

Jack kisses the side of her lips as a parting, and she lets go of the lapels of his suit jacket. She stands in place, letting the crowd move noisily around her as Jack fades further and further into it. It is when he is no longer in sight that she takes in her surroundings and begins to investigate the lapels of many of the men surrounding her.

She is looking for small, swan shaped figures. Jack and herself had been invited to wear them, as they’d gotten quite familiar with the Beaufoys up until this point, but they’d said no on the grounds that they thought it would make them stand out. This was the truth, though it wasn’t for the sake of being humble. Jack and Alicia knew that having those pins on their evening wear would make them a part of the select group of individuals who had been chosen to wear them. Despite the fact that it would’ve given them an inside as to who wore them tonight and it would’ve given two of them directly two them, strategically, rejecting them was the better move.

The first two Alicia finds in the span of two band songs. She dances with the first man who wears one, and holds his lapels between his fingers affectionately as she just had with Jack. She slips it off without his noticing, and she puts it in her purse. The second one she gets in much the same manner, dancing with the man who wears it but tells him how much she likes his suit in French. Taken with her compliment, and with the explanation of his sense in fashion, he does not notice when she steals the swan off of him.

The third is found after two more band songs play. They get increasingly hard to find, as the crowd thickens in the center room the later it becomes, but they also get easier to steal. She takes the third one by merely pretending to crash into the man who has it. The fourth is found and taken not too soon after, too. She accepts a glass of champagne from a man who’s carrying a tray through the crowd, and she clumsily spills it on the fourth victim. In between her apologies and his dabbing, she takes the swan.

The fifth is hard.

The man who wears it is a desirable one, and she watches for a long span of time as he entertains a group of people around him. She doesn’t know who he is, but he carries himself as though he should be known by all. She stands in a group near his own and listens into his conversation. When he excuses himself, she waits a few moments and then follows him up one of the grand staircases.

She finds herself alone with him after he comes back from the bathroom. Using the information she obtained from the conversation she just heard him have, she compliments him on his life achievements. Stupidly, he asks her to dance and she agrees. Before the song is over, she robs him of the swan.

With five swans in her purse, Alicia hides herself in the thick of the crowd on the stairs. She looks over the party for Jack, because in her pursuit for the fifth swan, she found the sixth of Mr. Beaufoy himself. It won’t be so easy to rob him.

“Looking for me?” Jack says, sneaking up from behind her.

She turns. “Yes. How many have you found?”

“Five. You?”

“Same.”

“Where do you think the other two are?”

“They’re on the Beaufoys,” she discloses, watching around them. “I don’t know how we’re going to take them off of them because I know they’re not going to dance with us.”

Jack smiles at a couple who passes them up the stairs, and then he pushes Alicia and himself to the side of the steps, near the railing. “There’s a telephone near the kitchen downstairs. Go call us the car.”

She frowns. “Jack, we don’t have all of them.”

“Trust me.”

Jack steps onto the stair above them but she grabs his sleeve, preventing him from going further. She looks at him apprehensively. He smiles. “Don’t worry,” he mouths.

She lets go of his sleeve and he slips away again. Without looking back, she moves in the opposite direction, down the stairs and through the crowd of people to the corridor near the kitchen. The telephone sits on the table.

Bringing it to her ear, she dials the operator and tells them who she needs to reach. They connect her to Ginger and she promises a car will be there in a moment’s time. Not saying goodbye, Alicia hangs up the phone.

She goes unnoticed through the crowd again, and on her way to the elevator, she spots Jack at the top of the stairwell, chatting merrily with the famed Beaufoys. Their eyes connect and she raises her hand to wave, but just as she does, someone grabs hold of her.

“American cunt!” growls a voice she recognizes. She turns her head and sees the important man she’d chased up the stairway holding tightly onto her wrist. “You’ve stolen from me!”

Above, Jack shifts closer to the railing, but he does not break his act or the sentence he’s in the middle of. He trusts Pinkie knows what she is doing.

“I didn’t,” she says calmly. She tries to pull away from him but he proves stronger than he looks.

“You did. Give me that purse of yours.”

He leans forward to grab it but she pulls it back from his reach.

“If you’ve got nothing to hide, show me,” he tells her.

Her eyes look back up to Jack, but he’s no longer paying attention to her.

“Alright,” she says, looking back to the man. “Let me go and I’ll open the thing.”

When the man lets her go she knows she has no choice but to open the purse for him, because she’s too far from the staircase and the elevator will take much too long.

Displaying a true sense of calm, she opens the purse for the man. Much to her surprise, none of the swans are inside, nor is the gun.

“See,” she spats out. “Nothing, you fool.”

The angry red man turns into an embarrassed one. “Oh, I’m most sorry. I just thought…”

“Sure you did,” she says, mocking her own anger. “You better go find the real thief. Perhaps another American cunt.”

Alicia doesn’t wait for the man’s response, instead storming away to the elevator in a huff. When she gets to it, and she’s pressing the button, Alicia opens her purse again to ensure that the purse was truly empty. She finds it is.

By the time the doors open and she gets in, she has no idea what to tell Jack. She can’t go back in and search for them, because the mere fact that one of them had already caught on to the fact that they’d been missing the pin and connected it to her probably meant the rest were in the midst of doing the same. It would be a death mission and it's surely to draw unwanted attention to both her and Jack after all is said and done.

She collects her and Jack’s coat from the men at the front of the building as though nothing has happened, and then she steps outside onto the elegant front lawn to wait for Jack, as planned.

Maybe all those men who had been so harsh on her had been right; maybe she wasn’t a good fit. Even Jack himself had expressed his doubts when they’d begun working together. She’s really done them in with this one.

“Madam Chapman?” a man in uniform asks, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Your car is ready when you are.” The man points to a white vehicle three cars down from the one in front of the doorway. “Thank you for spending the night with the Beaufoys, and have a safe trip home.”

She smiles at the man and he walks off to the next couple close beside her to tell them much of the same.

It only takes a few moments longer until Jack comes to stand right next to her. He grabs his jacket from her arms and moves them along down the steps of the home. “Where is the car?” he asks.

“Over there.” She points to the white car. “Did you get them?”

He only nods in response, but he’s wearing a proud grin. It makes her feel a little queasy.

“Jack, I’ve got something to tell you.”

“I’ve got something to tell you too.”

“No, Jack, it’s serious.”

One of the employees opens the car door for them. Jack reaches into his suit pocket and produces a tip. “Thank you,” he tells him, ignoring Alicia’s comment. “In you go,” he says instead, nodding towards the open door.

She gets in and Jack steps in behind her, lifting her dress so as not to step on it. When they’re sat and the door is closed, she leans across the middle seat to him.

“Jack, I really must tell you something.”

He shakes his head. “Oh, honey, don’t look so serious.”

“Jack!”

“Pinkie.”

“Oh, Jack,” she says. “Jack, I lost those pins I had.”

He sighs, but he doesn’t appear nearly as distressed as he should. “I know so,” he says, reaching into his pockets. He lays all twelve swans out of the seat between them. “Oh and this too.” Jack lifts himself off the seat and pulls out her gun from behind his back, putting it beside the swans. “Now stop looking so serious. It’s not befitting for a woman in a dress like that.”

“How’d you…?” She frowns, thinking. Jack pulls out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, and puts one in his mouth. He offers her one but she shakes her head. “Oh, the staircase.”

Jack winks. “Mm, right on the head, darlin’. I saw that fellow following you a mile away, and I knew exactly what he wanted, so I followed you too. Smart, huh?”

She crosses her arms. “No,” she growls. “Not at all, Jack!”

Taking his turn to frown, Jack says, “Oh, don’t tell me you’re pissed about it! I saved your pretty lil’ life.”

“Oh, you’d love to believe that wouldn’t you?”

Alicia leans away from Jack, towards the other door. For the rest of the ride, they don’t say a thing to each other.

——

“So the rumors in the paper are true then?” Jack says coolly. He glances down pointedly at the ring she’s just out back on her finger. The one she had there before, the decoy, is left on the table in front of them. “Mr. New York proposed to our best agent - or wait, mystery woman - and she said yes?”

She smiles at his dramatics. “Oh, Jack, don’t look so gloomy. It’s not befitting of a man who practically just completed a mission all by himself,” she mocks.

He straightens himself in his seat. “Don’t be like that, darlin’,” he scolds, a thick country accent seeping those words of his. He speaks with it like he really missed it. “I’ll be sure everyone knows the essential role you played tonight.”

“No, Jack, it’s quite alright. I’m not going to be working with you - or the agency for that matter - much longer anyhow. I was hoping we’d be in better spirits before I told you that.”

This causes Jack to lean forward on the table that separates them. “He made you choose,” he whispers, as though they aren’t the only two on this plane. “You can’t become just a housewife. That’s just not who you are.”

Smiling, she takes the cigarette case with his initials on it off of the table, and she takes one from it. Tapping the cigarette on the back of the case, she says, “He didn’t make me choose, Jack. I chose. This isn’t the life for a woman. Believe you said that yourself, once upon a time.”

Jack takes his packet of matches off the table before she can, and he lights one for her. “Well, I was wrong.” He lights the end of her cigarette. “Dead wrong. You did great tonight and I’m not so egotistical, I can't admit that.”

She takes a puff off of the cigarette and laughs. “Oh, men get awfully kind when you start pulling the punches, don’t you think?” She inspects him for a moment, taking in his frustrated, puzzled look. Then, leaning forward just as he has, she touches a finger to the lines between his eyebrows. “You got those because of the way you’re looking at me now, Mr. Daniels.”

Jack pushes her hand away from him. “You’re making a mistake.”

She flicks the end of her cigarette into a bowl in front of them. “Yes, but it’s my mistake to make. Isn’t that nice, freedom of choice?”

“You won’t ever get back to where you are if you leave now. You’re just gettin’ really good.”

She laughs but there’s mirth lacking from it. “Yes, Jack, and I’ve only been on, what, two years less than you?”

“Well, that’s not a fair comparison.”

“Why isn’t it?”

“Because I had experience before this.”

“Oh?” She raises her eyebrow. “Being a rodeo clown?”

Jack clicks his tongue at her. “Oh, you’re being rotten now. You were only a fuckin’ actress when they found you, baby. You weren’t meant to be an agent.”

“I’ll stay rotten too ‘cause it’s not gonna matter at the end of the day. I could be talking to you sweet as can be and you’d still call me that because I’m not saying what you want.”

Jack shakes his head and takes a cigarette out for himself. Placing it between his lips, he says, “Archie is a joke, and that’s what you’re going to be too. I bet you’re only with him for the money and I promise you it won’t be enough.”

Jack doesn’t even have the opportunity to light the cigarette before she’s tearing it out of his mouth and throwing it to the other side of the plane. He looks at her, taken aback. “What’d you do that for?”

She stands from her seat. “Archie’s twice the man you could ever hope to be, Jack. You’re only mad because no one’s calling him a hick, and you know that stupid accent of yours makes sure the world knows that’s just what you are.”

“Oh,” he huffs, taking a stand from his seat too. “I’ll be happy when you’re married off to him, and I was right when I said you weren’t meant for this the first time. I may be a hick, but you’ll always just be the two bit actress from nowhere who couldn’t even make it to the big screen. You were recruited by us hicks, and don’t you forget it, princess.”

Alicia stamps out her cigarette. “Jack,” she says, “You’re enough to make any woman want to marry and become a housewife.”

With those final words, she exits to the bathroom, leaving Jack to seep in his anger.  

Jack sits back in his seat and smokes his cigarette, watching the night sky below the plane. Though he is angry at her, there’s a very sensible part of him alert right now, and it’s telling him that he’s got to do something about this marriage.

He’ll be damned if he lets his two bit actress become someone else’s wife.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

The Kiss

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x female!OC (written in second person)

Rating:NC-17

Warnings: lots of sexual tension, use of a knife, slight violence, sexy times at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), Jack being himself cause that comes with a warning, I think that’s all

Word Count: 2,606

Author’s Note: Welp I am still alive and do remember how to write! Its been so long and I am so sorry about that! I hope to get back to posting more regularly and catching up on request and doing a few new things soon. Cross your fingers, manifest, pray, whatever you do I need all the help I can get! I hope you all enjoy this little fic with the cowboy! Feedback is always always welcome and encouraged! Happy Valentine’s Day y’all!! As always a big thank you to @clint-aww-no-barton​ and my Jate’kara clan both for emotional support and putting up with my ass and my meltdowns 

ao3 link for story

    “Ginger I don’t know about this.”

   Your voice held a slight tremble which made you curse yourself mentally. You looked over yourself in the mirror before letting your gaze fall on the woman behind you. 

  “Henley you look absolutely incredible. Jack won’t know what hit him. Plus this is honestly a very calm mission for it to be your first,” she gave you a smirk as she finished the last of the lace up on the back of the dress. 

  It was a breath-taking dress. It was a deep red and it had a beautiful skirt with a slit up to about your mid thigh just enough not to show off too much and a corset top that had a heart shaped neckline which was super fitting for the occasion. 

  Statesman, a secret agency you worked for had learned of a couple selling Top Secret government information. They were using art of all things as a front to do so and tonight they were holding a large gala at the capital as a celebration of the day. Valentine’s Day and the art was all to be focused around love. Statesman finest senior agent, Agent Whiskey, or Jack was set to take the couple down but him showing up alone to an event such as this one was far too risky so here you were. You worked tech along with Ginger and one of the two women who held jobs at Statesman. You never minded a dress and heels, something Ginger curled her nose up at, plus you had all the proper training so you accepted the offer to hang off Jack’s arm. 

  That thought alone was what made you tremble. Not the mission in itself. Not the knife that sat cool against your thigh. No it was pretending to be Jack’s girlfriend for the night. You wanted so badly for it not to be pretend. 

  “Henley?! You ready?” 

  Ginger’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned to her and gave her a nod. 

  “I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” 

  “Hey you never know this may lead to something,” Ginger finished the sentence in a sing song voice and you felt the small hope blossom in your gut. 

  You had already promised yourself you wouldn’t get your hopes too high but with every single step you took down the hall to the conference room it seems to grow. You pushed the door open and walked into the room. Champ, Tequila and Jack all stood around, their heads turning your way and all of them wore a look of pure shock. Tequila let out a whistle before smirking and glancing at Jack. He stood there his eyes raking over you several times before they met yours. The two of you shared a look that could only be sexual tension. 

  “What? The senior agent doesn’t have a line for once?” You smirked as you walked closer to Jack. 

  A crooked smirk spread across his face and he took your hand, kissed it and then twirled you around. 

  “I have to say darlin’ you are the first woman to ever render me speechless,” you couldn’t help the blush that rose on your face. 

  “You two better get going,” Ginger spoke as she glanced from her tablet to the tv in the room. 

  “We will follow you and be at the rendezvous point just in case you need backup. Get them in custody and get them back here,” Champ gave you both a nod which you returned. 

  “We got this boss. You ready darlin’?” Jack held his arm out for you and you took it. 

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” you gave him a nervous smile and the two of you headed out of headquarters. 

  Your nerves had built up to an almost shaking manner by the time Jack and yourself walked into the building. There were more people than you thought there would be, couples bustling about and Jack’s cologne was starting to make you dizzy. You had to focus. There was a job to do and you had to push your feelings for the man on your arm aside. 

  “I think with all these people it’s going to make this a lot easier on us,” Jack whispered in your ear.

  “I sure hope you are right.”

  The two of you wondered around glancing at the art that scattered the walls. People talked about details on the artist and their work, champagne in their hands. You glanced around catching the sight of the best dressed couple in the whole place and something in your gut knew. You gave Jack a small nudge and nodded your head over in their direction.

  “That has to be them,” you whispered as you looked up meeting his eyes for the first time that night. 

  “You ready to do this darlin’?”

  You gave Jack a simple nod and a smirk to lift your confidence. As you walked away you felt Jack’s hand on your wrist stopping you in your tracks before pulling you to him and wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. His lips crashed against yours and your shock only lasted seconds before you kissed him back. The entire world around you fell away and so did your trembling nerves. When he pulled apart the two of you seemed to share the same tension filled look as you did earlier in the conference room before you broke off and went your separate ways. You glided now, with your head held high as you stepped up the stairs. You knew that the room they were secretly meeting clients in was mere steps from the stairs and you knew it would draw the woman’s attention to follow you. You sent your senses into overdrive feeling another presence behind you and hearing the sound of heels trying to be quiet.

  “What are you doing up here?” Her voice was sticky sweet with an edge to it.

  You spun around with a smile to match. The next few moments seemed to move in slow motion but all so fast. 

  “Oh just looking for that room there,” you pointed with a smirk as the both of you seemed to break into action.

  She was too slow for you and the second she charged at you, you dodged before slamming her against the nearest wall your knife just inches from your throat and her body pinning her to wall.

  “Selling Top Secret government information will get all the right peoples attention honey. You only thought ya’ll were being slick, hate to break it to you but you ain’t,” you spun her around spitting the words as you took at the handcuffs that had been rested by your knife and slamming them shut around her wrist.

  You walked her down the stairs and saw that the room was a bit of a mess and her partner was lassoed on the ground seething in anger. Jack walked to you with a smirk of pride on his face. He jerked the man up and the two of you started to walk out of the place. Jack tipped his hat at a few people in the room with apologies.

  “Well done darlin’.”

  “Thank you Jack. I had such a rush I didn’t even hear all that happening. I wouldn’t expect any less from you though,” you smirked throwing him a wink.

  You loaded up the couple, blind folding them and then heading back to Statesman headquarters. The debriefing was short and simple. You could finally breathe again or so you thought.

  “I don’t think we should let such a dress go to waste. Let me take you somewhere,” Jack spoke as he leaned on the table looking down at you.

  “Well then let’s go cowboy,” you reached out your hand and he took it with a smile.

    The restaurant was probably the nicest you had ever been in. Even in the dress you still felt like you didn’t belong. A piano player skillfully played on a small stage not far from your table but it was low enough that Jack and yourself could carry on a decent conversation. The two of you discussed your side of things during the mission, laughing in all the right places and took bites of food in between. Jack took the last bite of his food and he gave you this look for a moment that you caught. You raised your eyebrows at him which soon gathered together in confusion when he stood up.

  “May I have this dance darlin’?”

  “Jack people will stare.”

  “As they should you are the most beautiful woman in the room, hell in the world,” a smirk crossed his features and you blushed.

  You took his hand and he pulled you to the empty place next to the stage. He pulled you close and began to sway with you. Your eyes met with his and the two of you shared that look once again.

  “What was that all about?” You suddenly asked.

  “Might need to refresh my memory darlin’. I ain't got a clue what you are talking about,” the smirk on his face told you differently but you rolled your eyes and blushed a deep red again.

  “The kiss back at the gala. What was that?”

  “Darlin’ I think we both know the answer to that,” he pulled you closer his forehead touching yours.

  “I need to know for sure Jack. I’ve wanted this for far too long and I-.”

  His lips were on your suddenly but this kiss was different. It held a different hunger but it was softer, more gentle. When he pulled away you couldn't help but let out a whimper you wondered if he could hear.

  “I’ve wanted this for far too long too darlin’ and if you’ll have me I would want nothing more.”

  The smile that spread across your face could have lit the entire world up.

  “Of course I’ll have you Jack.”

  The two fo you shared another quick kiss full of laughter and smiles as the song finished up.

  “Why don’t we get out of here and head back to my place,” Jack whispered in your ear and you simply gave him a nod.

  You stopped by the table, Jack leaving a large enough amount of money to cover both the bill and the tip and the two of you practically ran out of the building. 

    Hands were everywhere as you both struggled into the door of Jack’s home. You couldn't even make yourself stop long enough to look around. All that mattered in this moment was the man who’s lips were attached to yours. Jack suddenly reached down and picked you up from under your knees and you let out a giggle as he did before reattaching your lips to his. You threw his cowboy hat off and discarded it somewhere along the way to the bedroom before lacing your fingers into his hair. It earned a grunt from him before he deepened the kiss. You felt soft sheets suddenly as Jack laid you down across his bed. He hovered over you finally detaching himself from you. Both of you panted with swollen lips for only a few seconds before Jack’s lips began to pepper across your skin. He left a trail of them across every last bit of visible skin before he dropped to his knees over the edge of the bed. You sat up, sitting back on your hands to watch him. He removed your heels slowly as he kissed along your legs you pulling you bottom lip in between your teeth at the sight. His lips made their way up your legs alternating between the two and moving your dress when need be until he came upon where your knife still sat strapped to your thigh. He threw you a smirk before his fingers brushed across your skin to unfasten it and remove it carefully. Then his lips followed causing you to let out the first moan of the night. He eyed your clothed center before moving your panties aside and without much more of a warning dove in. You jumped and let out a gasp that feel into a moan before grasping at his brown locks and pulling at them. His hand snaked up and pushed lightly on your stomach to make you lie down before his arms wrapped around your thighs. You were a mess at this mans mercy and my god had you dreamed about this too many times to count. For a few seconds you almost thought that’s all this was, a dream. That was until your first orgasm rocked through you and you were thankful for Jack’s arms or you might had suffocated him between them. He came up smiling and licking his lips. You pulled him up and kissed him again moaning when you tasted yourself. 

  “Jack I want you now,” you almost whimpered in desperation.

  “Oh darlin’ I know. I want you too. First gotta get you out of this dress,” you couldn't help the laugh as he pulled you up.

  You spun around for him and he gently started to unlace your dress, his lips falling along your shoulder and what was exposed of your back and neck as he went. You let your eyes flutter closed and took in the moment you were in and how real it finally felt. This was happening and you couldn't believe it but it was. Finally the dress pooled at your feet and you turned to help Jack out of his clothes letting them join yours on the floor. The two of you fell back into bed finally burning skin on burning skin.

  “Jack please,” you whined again giving him a begging look.

  “I got you darlin’,” he kissed you on the nose before he lined himself up with you.

  He buried himself inside of you and it was the most wonderful feeling you had ever felt. The two of you seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces so perfect and carved out just for one another. He moved first at a slow pace before you were begging for more. Your nails making soft scratches along his back as he rocked into you. His lips left marks in places only the two fo you would know about.

  “Faster Jack please,” you moaned out loudly.

  He obliged moving his hips quicker and harder. You were so close again and you grasped at him like a lifesaver. Your head flew back and without warning you let go. Your pussy squeezed around him and your entire body shook. Jack was soon behind you burying his head into your neck as he moaned and whimpered. He kept a slow pace until the both of you came down. He pulled out of you and rolled over pulling you with him. He held you there, both of you panting before it seemed the two of you let out a smile and looked at each other. 

  “That was…”

  “Amazing,” you finished his sentence in hopes you were correct.

  “It was better than that. Everything I have always thought it would be and more.”

  “Wait you have thought about us together?” You sat up and looked down at him.

  “Well hell yeah darlin’ of course I have.”

  The smile that spread across your face almost hurt but you couldn't seem to care. He pulled you back to him the two of you becoming intertwined in each other. He laid a kiss sweetly on your forehead and you closed your eyes. In that moment you finally felt safe and loved and you never wanted that feeling to end.

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[kikis-writing-world]

First, Time

Summary: Agent Whiskey meets an aspiring Statesman Agent.

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Female OC (Future Agent Brandy)

Word Count: >1500

Rating/Warnings: PG, but overall SFW - Whiskey has some dirty thoughts.

Author’s Note: I Have an idea in my head for a Statesman OC, Agent Brandy. Lots of random head canons and blips in her story have come to me, but honestly I thought they’d just live in my head. Well turns out, as I struggled with any other WIPs, this came so easily to me, that I think Agent Brandy is begging to be let out. I hope you enjoy?

Agent Whiskey was strolling through the secure lab floor at the Statesmen Distillery, having just finished an exercise to calibrate his electric lasso and whip. The test had gone off without a hitch and resulted in readings that could only serve to improve future versions of his beloved weapons - not to mention he got to show off his inimitable skills which always put him in a good mood. It was already a successful morning when he saw the woman step off the elevator.

He slowed his gait, taking the time to drink her in before she noticed him. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in an easy wave, reminding him of summer days spent on the beach. A white tee shirt was covered by a brown, long vest that framed her - deliciously supply, if he did say so himself - chest. Her blue jeans looked to be painted on, and the only thing he wanted to know more than how she’d poured herself into them, was what he’d have to do to get her out of them. He watched as she glanced left and right nervously, the plan of swooping in as her hero quickly forming in his head.

“Now I don’t know who you’re lookin’ for Sunshine, but I sure hope I can help.” He drawled as he saddled up to her with a charming grin.

Her eyes widened, turning to fully face him. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly under his attention as her luscious lips parted in surprise. “Oh my word, are you- Are you Agent Whiskey?”

He preened under her attention, taking off his hat and holding it to his chest. “Why yes, yes I am.” He held his hand out for her, which she took and shook in a hurry.

“Wow, it’s an honor to meet you, Sir.” She gushed. He let her shake his hand for a moment before he ceased the motion by bringing the back of her hand up to his lips. He watched with a gleam in his eye as she flushed, those eyelashes fluttering all over again.

“Pleasure’s all mine, I promise you that.” His voice dripped with honey as his lips grazed against the back of her hand. “But you have me at a disadvantage, darlin’. What would your name be?” He asked as he gently let her hand fall, placing his hat back atop his head.

“Oh, uh… Well, actually I’m an Agent in training.” She smiled proudly. “I’d tell you, but hopefully in a few more weeks that won't be my name at all.” She giggled, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

“Well then I guess I’ll just have to keep callin’ you Sunshine, cause I’ll be damned if you didn’t brighten my day.” He was laying it on thick, but she sure was eating it up with a blush and another giggle.

“I should go…” She bit her lip, taking a small step away from him.

“I wouldn’t want to keep you. You need to be gettin’ top marks so I can keep seein’ that pretty smile ‘round here.”

“I’ll do my best,” she promised with a smile, starting to walk away backwards so she could keep her eyes trained on his form. “Thank you for your valuable time, Agent Whiskey.”

“Anything for you, Sunshine.” He winked just in time before she turned down the hallway. He leaned against the wall as he watched her go, eyes glued to her ass.

“Hate to see her go,” he mumbled to himself with a smirk, not finishing the saying out loud. Once she was out of sight, he carried on to his office to continue with his day. Thoughts of Sunshine, as he had nicknamed her, popped into his head periodically throughout the day. Remembering the way she would bat her eyelashes under his attentions, or how silky her hair looked as it moved. He wanted to find out for himself if it felt as soft as it looked. He’d nearly made it through the day - losing more time than he’d like to admit thinking of her - when Champ summoned him to his office.

“Agent Whiskey,” Champ greeted with a nod and tight grin. “Drink?”

“I’ll take whatever you’re havin’.” He answered easily, sitting in the chair across Champ’s desk. Champ nodded cordially, turning to his bar to pour them each a glass of Statesmen Whiskey.

“Much obliged,” Whiskey thanked as he was handed the tumbler. “Although I have to guess you didn’t call me in here just to share a drink.”

Champ sipped the amber liquid, a soft hum of pleasure from deep in his chest at the smoothness of it. “You’d be right about that, Agent.” He agreed, but didn’t elaborate right away. Whiskey was interested, but not yet concerned. He hadn’t done anything to warrant any trouble lately. At least not that he could think of.

“Heard you met one of our newer recruits earlier today.” Champ finally elaborated, his eyebrow quirking at Whiskey.

The man couldn’t stop the grin from crossing his face at the mention of the woman that had been on his mind most of the day. He tried to cover it with a sip of the premium alcohol before he could answer.

“I may have.” He acknowledged, not giving too much away.

“I hear you were quite taken with her.”

“No more than any warm blooded man would be.” He brushed it off, adjusting in the plush chair. He’d been forward, true, but he didn’t think it was anything untoward or unwelcomed judging by the way she’d acted.

“Oh, I think it might have been a little bit more than that.” Champ’s grin grew knowingly as he set down his glass, reaching into his desk drawer. The man placed a watch on the desk between them.

The watch was Statesmen issued, a regular part of the uniform. While appearing to be simply a watch, every Agent knew it held several valuable tools and technologies to be used in many situations. A connection to the Statesmen network, a tracking device, sleeper darts, an electro-shock that could be administered in close combat, among other tricks. The black leather band of the watch was scuffed, worn from use. Whiskey looked at it confused, when a particular breeze flit across his wrist that he hadn’t noticed during his day.

Lifting his arm, he cursed as he saw his watch missing from his wrist. “She-”

“You remember that little initiation test, don’t you?” Champ laughed. Of course Whiskey remembered. Late in the many trials they were put through, aspiring agents were instructed to steal something from the Statesmen offices. Nothing of consequence, just something they felt they could get away with. The bigger the haul, the better their score. The test helped assess talents of the hopefuls - stealth, thought process, bravery and/or stupidity - and the feedback was used to strengthen Statesmen security measures.

“That little girl pickpocketed me!” Whiskey cried in anger, mostly at himself for being duped. Champ just laughed harder, passing the man his watch.

“Indeed she did. Top points of her class to boot. Hell, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a score that high.”

“Why that little-” He grumbled under his breath, reattaching the watch firmly to his wrist. He thought back over the encounter, wondering how she’d done it without him noticing. Her final words rang through his memory:

“Thank you for your valuable time, Agent Whiskey.”

“I think she’ll make a good Agent, granted she passes the rest of the training.” Champ pondered aloud over Whiskey’s grumbling. “Swiping a tool right off an Agent, and he doesn’t even notice-”

“I was in the office all day, what need did I have for a watch?” Whiskey countered gruffly.

“I’m looking forward to seeing more of her work.” Champ admitted, knowing not just anyone could make this impression on Agent Whiskey. He couldn’t help but stoke the fires a bit, adding “especially if she keeps gettin’ the drop on you.”

“She... Getting-” Whiskey stuttered as he stood, his glass forgotton on the edge of Champ’s desk. He pointed at Champ as he floundered for words, bringing his fist to his mouth as he choked. “She did not get the drop on me, and it ain’t gonna happen again!” Whiskey stormed out of the office, Champ’s laugh following him through the door.

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl​ (thank you for your encouragement to write, and your belief in my skills to even request being on my taglist before I’d even done anything. You beautiful human, you)

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Pedro Pascal Boys Masterlist

Anything without a link is a wip and anything with coming soon! means I’m currently working on it.

Main Masterlist

You’re My Stranger In The Dark  (female self insert)

Cuddling Headcanon’s

Fear of the Dark  (gender neutral reader)

Something Human (gender neutral werewolf reader) for writer wednesday 8/4/2021

Cookies Are A Love Language (gender neutral reader) for writer wednesday 12/15/2021

Grief Is Love Persevering But It Still Hurts (major grief drabble)

Gray Skies (immortal original female character)

Triple Frontier boys:

camping blurb

Cycles  (gender neutral reader)

Caught Within Your Stare (gender neutral reader) for Kinktober 2021

Agent Absinthe (Agent Whiskey x ofc!agent) Playlist, summary, moodboards  here

(mini) Character playlist for 'Doll' here

It’s Only Forever (Max Phillips x werewolf!OFC)

Vampires Don’t Sparkle (Max Phillips x werewolf!OFC) for writer wednesday 6/16/21 

Novalunosis (Din Djarin x female oc) for writer wednesday 5/25/21

Baar‘ur (Din Djarin x female oc) for writer wednesday 6/9/21

The Fruit Thief  Part 1 (Din Djarin x reader)

Sway The Stars Which Dazzle Like Pearls (Din Djarin x mute!reader)

Songs for Pedro’s Characters

Florence + The Machine: Lungs / Ceremonials / How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful / High As Hope / Dance Fever

Tove Lo: Queen of the Clouds / Lady Wood / Blue Lips /Sunshine Kitty / Dirt Femme

[theyungrose]

Mistress (Joe Anoa’i X OC)

Chapter 1

Now before you all start calling me homewrecker this and clout-chasing hoe that, you should know that started off innocent... at least at the very beginning. It was never about ruining a happy home or trying to sleep my way to a championship, even though that’s ultimately how all this will be portrayed. 

The least I can do is sleep well at night knowing what I did and didn’t do. And the least you all could do is hear out the real story, not the exaggerated bullshit they spread on Twitter. 

It’s actually a pretty good story. 

Pictured Above: Me (said mistress) Inez Banks 

Being snowed in at a hotel could either be the worst travelling experience ever, or the perfect call out excuse; it all depends on how you cut it. It was Thursday night, meaning I should be in Syracuse; as should the rest of the roster.

Where were we instead? Snowed in to the Marriott hotel 35 miles away. Or at least I was, everyone’s travelling agent is different. I’m barely a superstar though, so I basically did this to myself. 

Either way, I wasn’t mad at it. At all. I’d already worked out earlier that morning, showered and did my makeup to leave at 4pm just as the snow was starting; and then I got the call from Stephanie. It was like when your school pops up on the news as closed for a snow day. 

Child, when I tell you I put on my sweats and tank top so fast. 

Now, it was 9pm, and it suddenly occurred to me that the hotel bar downstairs just might be open. What, you thought I was going to get blessed by this sudden off day and not get tipsy? 

Walking in, the lights were low and warm like a cafe, and they played soft radio music from a speaker in the corner. I took my seat at an empty booth and waited for a waiter to come. 

“How can I help you tonight miss?”

I was so busy scrolling through Twitter that I didn’t realize the waiter that came by my table, but when I looked up, it wasn’t his eyes that I caught. 

Instead it was the medium brown pair watching me from the bar. They were just like mine, yet it was like I’d never seen eyes like his before. It was like being caught in headlights but not out of fear, just sheer intrigue. 

“Ma’am?”

The slight impatience in my waiter’s tone snapped me back to reality, I hadn’t even realized I was staring. 

“Hi... yeah sorry. Do you have Chateau Rosé?” 

“Would you like a glass or a bottle.” 

I couldn’t help myself. My eyes looked past the waiter again to find the same pair still staring from across the restaurant, as if they had never moved. 

“...the bottle.” 

I grinned softly, now finding myself completely enthralled in this stranger, who actually wasn’t that much of a stranger. Only a stranger to me because, before this moment, I’d never met him in person or seen him in passing.

Remember, I’m barely a superstar. Just a dark match competitor from NXT that occasionally shows face on live events. 

That’s when he stood up. Whiskey glass in hand, he rose from his stool and started making his way over to me. I was too awkward to stare him in his face as he approached so I looked down at my phone until he was in close enough proximity. 

“Can I join you?”

Even his voice could sell porn. 

“Sure there ain’t no one else sitting there.” 

He smirked sliding in the booth seat across from me just as the waiter returned with my bottle.

“Should I bring another cup?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.” 

Yes, we said it at the exact same time. If that’s not the cutest, corniest, cliche shit I’ve ever heard then I don’t want to hear what is. The waiter even chuckled a bit as he left to the back.

“My name’s...”

“Amara. I know.” 

The shock had to be written all over my face as I looked back at him. His smirk grew wider as he toyed with the rim of my glass, eyes still intensely on me.

“Yeah... my real name’s Inez. How did you know my stage name though?”

“I’ve seen you before. A couple times actually. You’ve just never seen me see you.” 

Immediately, I got wet. Have I really had this sex God in mortal man’s clothing on my body all this time and not realized it? Am I blind? 

“I’m Joseph, I prefer Joe way more though. Please don’t call me Joseph.”

It was so cute how he introduced himself as if I-- (A.) didn’t already know who he was, and (B.) wasn’t already borderline obsessed with him. As is every other woman that has seen him.

Including the one reading this story. 

“Okay Joe, you can just call me Inez. You can’t make many nicknames out of that ‘cuz it’s only four letters, its kinda boring.”

“I don’t think so... it’s cute actually. Unique.” 

Were his eyes this intense when he talked to everyone else or was it just me? It felt like I was melting under his gaze, and in the best way possible. 

“Crazy about the storm right? I got in from the gym right as it was starting, but I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

I nodded, watching the snow continue to fall through the wall-length windows across from us. 

“Me either, but it’s so pretty... and these hotel beds are hella comfortable so I’m not the slightest bit annoyed.”

Joe’s eyes were watching me over the rim of his wine glass as I looked back at him; I really couldn’t look this man in his face when his eyes were on me. It felt like I was smiling so hard I looked stupid. 

“Have you been here long? It looks pretty empty.”

“It was until I came in about an hour ago. I was actually about to leave but then... the prettiest female walked in.” 

Woosh. 

Use context clues to figure out what that sound means. I actually had to shift in my seat just to maintain my composure. If you put me next to a red crayon right now I swear you couldn’t tell the difference. 

“And it was perfect timing too. I was so bored I actually considered driving to another city to see my friend.” 

This time I smirked, now slightly more relaxed as I moved to my second glass of rose. 

“Well your welcome for saving you a very cold and lonely night in your car.”

For the first time since meeting him I heard him laugh, and I was convinced that I would dedicate the rest of my life doing anything to hear that sound again. 

“Much obliged princess.” 

I couldn’t tell if he was saying that to flirt or if he was alluding to my ring name “Princess” Amara, so I just took it both ways. (wink wink.) 

One hour stretched to two, then two reached out to three, and before either of us actually realized it was 12:15 the next morning and we were halfway through another bottle of Chateau. 

“Sorry guys I’ve stretched my boss out long enough, he’s ready to close up for the night. You guys are welcome to take the bottle with you though.” 

We both smiled at the waiter, he was the real MVP of the night. Joe paid for the second bottle and tipped him generously, then with his elbow locked around mine we sauntered our way slowly to the elevators. To anyone else this might’ve looked like a romantic gesture; and while it was really cute, Joe had already been drinking and the wine was starting to beat me already, so I knew it was beating him too. 

“What floor is your room on?” 

“One.... one plus five.”

I held up the numbers on my hands to show him, and he stared at them for a second.

“So six?” 

“No goofy, that equals fifteen!” 

It was a good thing we were on an elevator as loud as we were being.

“That’s not how math works sweet pea.” 

We both had rooms on the top floor, and admittedly, sobriety kicked in a bit when I realized this meant I had to leave him. 

“Do you know how to play cards?”

Midway down the hallway towards my room Joe’s sudden question stopped me in my tracks. I turned around to see him a couple of steps behind me.

“Yeah... yeah I know how to play cards.” 

At that response Joe quickly closed the space between us, so close that I had to tilt my head up so I could see his face. 

“Do you want to?” 

And I was back to melting under his gaze again. This time there was no hesitation. 

“Yes.”

Joe’s lips spread into a grin that covered his whole face, and I felt his hand reach down to gently grab mine. They were rough yet warm as he led me away from my door and in the opposite direction.

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My boyfriend and I are doing a agent whiskey x female oc roleplay for eventual publishing and its so fucking cute, we wanna do both Maxes and Marcus! Definitely going to do Javier Peña as well. We already started on Din.

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Oh, Shit,I Just Remembered Pete Wisdom.

I started looking into Warren Ellis a little more, to see what he accusations against him were, exactly.   So much has come out about so many people that it’s hard to keep it all straight, but I’ve been a comics fan since 1993, and Ellis has been in the industry for about as long, I think, so I wanted to know more.  

The quick version, from what I can tell, is that Ellis would offer to mentor fans who wanted to break into the comics industry, and with the women, he would start to segue that relationship into something more physical.   It would get to the point where he’d want to have sex with them, and they felt like they couldn’t refuse him, since he could torpedo their careers before they could get off the ground.   A few women must have spoken out about it, leading others to do the same, and eventually it started to become clear that there was a lot of similarities in their stories.   

As I was thinking about this, it suddenly dawned on me that I first heard of Ellis from his work on Marvel Comics’ Excalibur, where he introduced Kitty Pryde’s love interest, Pete Wisdom.    And then a bunch of stuff started to make a lot more sense in hindsight.  

The X-Men franchise is overrated trash, but probably the wankiest, most usless, most overrated part of the X-Men mythos is the spin-off series Excalibur, which was basically a splinter group of X-Men operating in Great Britain.   Fans loved this book, I think because it featured popular characters like Kitty Pryde and Nightcrawler, and the book (mostly) managed to steer clear of the mega-crossovers that dominated the rest of the franchise in the 80′s and 90′s.  When I finally sat down to read my X-Men collection in 2015 and 2018, I did so confident that I wouldn’t need to bother with Excalibur, because it rarely had anything to do with the main books.   The message Marvel sent me with this book was that it doesn’t matter and it never did.

Anyway, around 1995 or so, Warren Ellis took over as the writer, and he introduced a new character named Pete Wisdom, who quickly became romantically involved with Kitty Pryde.   This was somewhat controversial for a few reasons:

1) When Kitty was introduced in 1980, she was stated to be only 13 years old.    “Thirteen-and-a-half”, to be precise.    They actually threw in the fraction, just to make her seem even more like a little kid, if that was possible.    Comic book time moves slower than real time, but it wasn’t entirely clear to anyone how old Kitty was by the time she relocated to England and met Pete.   Later stories by other writers would attempt to set Kitty’s age as being 16 or 18, which makes Kitty’s relationship with Pete a continuity error at best. 

2) In spite of Kitty being very young, people had been shipping her with Colossus for years, and it annoyed them that there was yet another obstacle for their extremely problematic-but-much-desired relationship.   

3) People accused Pete Wisdom of being a Mary Sue, since he seemed to just pop in out of nowhere and work himself into the team, win the heart of the most popular female character, and he’s supposed to be this super cool secret agent type.  The implication here was that Ellis only invented Pete as a self-insert OC for the purpose of getting it on with Kitty Pryde.  

I think there were two schools of thought on how Kitty was supposed to be portrayed in comics.   The first was that Chris Claremont had insisted on keeping her eternally 16 or whatever, this plucky kid prodigy who was always too young to get into these kinds of relationships.    Ellis’s supporters felt that this was too restrictive, and it was foolish of Claremont to think that other writers would be beholden to his wishes, especially after he left Marvel Comics in 1991.  Ellis seemed to be allowing Kitty to grow and mature as a character, and it didn’t matter if it messed around with “comic book time”, since no one knows how that works exactly anyway. 

For my part, I always thought Pete Wisdom was a fucking tool of a character.    He was yet another government spook riding on the popularity of “The X-Files”.    Plus, the conventional wisdom among comics nerds in the 90′s was that U.K. writers were better somehow, just because they liked to write snarky dialogue and deconstruct the superhero genre.   Pete Wisdom was a mutant, and he joined the Excalibur team, but he wasn’t gonna wear any poncy tights, innit?   No, he went into action with a suit and tie, smoking cigarettes and constantly drinking shots, because that’s more bloody realistic, mate.   Ellis gave him an eyepatch in 2001, because of course he did.

The point I want to make here is that Ellis came up with this big idea in the 90′s, and fans ate it up because they were X-Men fans and had no taste.   You have to understand that in the 90′s, the big overused cliche was giant guns.   The second biggest cliche was nostalgia references to the 1960′s.   So when someone trotted out “Fox Mulder, but he’s sarcastic and British”, people actually thought it was kind of fresh by comparison.  Surely this bold new concept could only take Kitty Pryde into amazing new directions...

But no, Excalibur got cancelled in 1998, and they moved Kitty back to the X-Men.  Did they even break up Pryde and Wisdom on panel?  I have no idea.   All I know is I read a bunch of her post-Excalibur appearances and she barely mentions the guy, probably because a lot of people in Marvel probably wanted to forget the time she got aged up just enough to sleep with a skeevy-looking older man.  

Looking back on it, I always sort of assumed that Ellis only did the Pete/Kitty thing because he was just looking for something interesting to do with the characters, and he wasn’t going to let tradition or continuity stand in the way.   But in 2020, the whole thing starts to feel more autobiographical, since this resembles the sort of thing he was doing with young women through his online community.   Ellis’ “apology” states that he didn’t notice the power imbalance when he was involved with these women.   “I have never considered myself famous or powerful.”   I find this insulting to my intelligence, since I used to see fans worship every stroke of his pen like he was some kind of genius.   News would come out that Warren Ellis would be taking over the writing duties of a book, and fans would say “Good, they finally fixed it.” They just trusted him to do right by whatever project he was given.    So I can only imagine how overwhelmed they might have felt when they signed up for his mailing list fan club thing and he would offer to help some of them become professional writers.  

So maybe the critics had Pete Wisdom figured out from the beginning.   Whether Ellis realized it or not, Pete was his power fantasy, an older guy just impressive enough to get the attention of a (very) young woman and take her under his wing.   And he teaches her how to drink whiskey and smoke and how to know all this black ops horseshit, and-- well whaddya know?-- they’re having the sex.   

And to a point, maybe that’s human nature.   I always wanted to be a writer because I liked the feeling of power it offered.   Imagine being the guy who could put words in Captain Picard’s mouth, or decide exactly what kind of music Superman likes.  And yeah, if I could make a name for myself in that kind of field, maybe the ladies would start to notice me, and then I’d be doing pretty well for myself.  

The thing is, I eventually learned that writing for comics is a real bullshit thing to get into.   You can’t just submit scripts, and there’s no set of steps to follow.   I remember reading stories of writers breaking into the comics industry, and they were all different, usually involving some improbable meeting with someone who was already there.  A comics writer I respect once wrote that it takes some creativity to figure out how to break in, and if you can’t find your own way, then maybe you’re not creative enough to be in the business in the first place.  

And that’s how these women got pulled into Ellis’s nonsense, I assume.    They had similar aspirations to my own, and at first he seemed to be offering them a lifeline, but then it led to something they hadn’t bargained for, and what could they do?   If they refused to have sex with him, they might have to start from scratch.   

Which sort of confirms my suspicions that writing for comics is just a bullshit job, because maybe it’s only hard to get into because of all the gatekeeping that goes on.    Why bother accepting submissions and hiring based on merit, when a handful of writers can just vouch for friends or fans willing to do anything they ask?   All I know is it’s relatively straightforward to get a job in chemistry.   I got a degree in chemistry, and then I sent out some applications, went to some interviews and they offered me a job.    Maybe if Marvel worked the same way, guys like Warren Ellis wouldn’t have the sort of unfair influence they have over their fans.