#flirty dino vs flirty birdie 😂 they wont catch a break

[lucygraysboy]

“oh, now you’re claiming me, hm? last time it was something along the lines of i ain’t no one’s mother, if i remember correctly,” he teases with a laugh, recalling their very first interaction. “i try to do the same, you know? i’ll never be one of those people who forget they were a child once and get all uptight and boring.” he’s known as billy the kid for a reason, he still looks and acts like one. “so it’s a common experience. apparently, every mother wants to make her child fear the brush.” the butterflies in his belly taking flight again, loving the sound of her giggles so very much. oh, god, he’ll miss this sound once they part ways. “i hope you aren’t saying these things just so i’ll let my guard down and trust you with my beautiful hair.” he pretends to flip an invisible strand off his shoulder, a hint of playfulness and good-natured humor lingering in his voice. “was it really me who started all this? i don’t think so. i think you’re trying to put the blame on me ‘cause i’m just a poor boy. a scapegoat.” playing dumb as an innocent smile tugs at the corners of his lips, billy’s large hands quickly break through the surface and gently grab her by the hips. he doesn’t truly intend to pull her into the water, but it doesn’t hurt to pretend, he thinks, eager to watch her reaction. “come here, lucy gray. didn’t you say you needed bath, too? we’ll save water.” wet handprints imprinted on her skirt, he lets go of her after a second of two and cheerfully muses, “take it back, the part about how i’m all talk, or come bathe with me.” it’s mostly an empty threat, but his smile still turns into a smirk. “hey,” he gasps when she sticks a rose petal to his nipple, causing a shiver to race up his spine. “now, lucy gray, are you trying to seduce me?” he doesn’t want her to see his blush, and so he hopes to make heat flood her cheeks as well. “that’s exactly what it feels like.” features softening as she takes these very words out of his mouth, he reaches out and gently touches her cheek, playing it off as him brushing some invisible crumb away. but he just wants to touch her smooth skin, feel her warmth beneath his fingertips. “must have known each other in a past life or something.” he means it mostly as a joke, but… maybe they really have. otherwise, how would they explain this sudden connection? or maybe their souls are made from the same stardust.

“poor shamus. us, irish, we are fighters and rebels. i bet she wouldn’t have gone down quietly,” he laughs softly, finding a hint of relief in the fact that the preacher’s gone and they can be as loud as they want to, can laugh as much as they want to. he falls silent after a while and listens to the story about theo getting stuck, a sweet smile dancing on his visage. he continues to marvel at her, in awe of the kind of person she is, so full of love and light, willing to risk her life to save others. whoever ends up marrying her will be the luckiest man on the planet. somehow, the mere thought of her with a husband gets to his heart and has it sinking into the very pit of his stomach. and so, to distract himself, he restores to joking and being obnoxious — he peels the petal off his nipple and presses it to her lips. “there,” he laughs, determined to keep her cheeks from cooling down, “now you’ve kissed my nipple, lucy gray.” all this taunting only begins to cease when her slim fingers find his locks again and massage his roots, making him want to moan in contentment. of course, he doesn’t do that, but his eyes slip shut for a moment, muscles relaxing. “maybe it’s both, the universe working in strange ways and you having a thing for rescuing the irish.” the sensation of water trickling down his back has him squirming a bit, it tickles and makes him shiver, but he quickly gets used to it and enjoys it as well. he enjoys everything lucy gray does, wishing this bath wouldn’t end.

smiling  softly  as  he  listens  intently  to  every  word  that  leaves  lucy  gray’s  mouth,  billy  finds  himself  even  more  in  awe  of  how  beautiful  she  is,  inside  and  out.  she’s  such  a  gentle  soul,  so  full  of  love  and  empathy  and  understanding.  how  could  billy  taupe  betray  her?  what  a  fucking  idiot.  “i  reckon  i’ve  already  called  you  ma  today  so  i  might  as  well  act  three,”  he  muses  with  a  chuckle,  his  features  lighting  up  all  at  once.  his  body’s  still  tired,  but  there’s  pure  admiration  in  his  pale  blue  eyes  as  they  linger  on  her  face.  “you’re  the  smartest  person  in  the  world,  i  hope  you  know  that,”  he  compliments,  sincerity  lacing  his  voice.  “do  you  ever  feel  this  way?  like  you  want  to  be  a  little  kid  again?”  he  sometimes  longs  for  those  days  when  he  could  be  carefree,  back  in  new  york.  not  a  worry  on  his  mind.  though,  that  ended  rather  quickly.  “oh,  yeah,  she  did.  and  when  she  brushed  my  hair?  i  thought  she  would  take  my  scalp  off.”  but  he  smiles  at  the  memory  now.  his  hair’s  always  been  a  bit  curly  and  rather  thick,  so  when  it  got  tangled,  his  mother  whipped  out  a  brush  and  set  his  head  on  fire.  that’s  what  it  felt  like.  “i’m  only  a  poor,  rainbow-colored  butterfly,”  the  cowboy  answers  innocently,  as  though  he  hadn’t  just  stuck  another  petal  to  her  face.  “is  that  a  threat,  lucy  gray?  think  about  how  easily  i  could  just  pull  you  in  here  with  me,”  he  lightly  teases,  wiggling  his  brows  to  show  her  that  he’s  just  playing.  but  then  she  sticks  a  petal  to  his  ear,  and  that  tickles  so  bad,  he  can’t  help  but  giggle.  “it’s  on,  lucy  gray.  it’s  on.”  war.  he  wags  his  finger,  using  his  other  hand  to  peel  the  petals  off  his  face.  he’ll  find  a  way  to  get  her  back.

“you  get  this  feeling,  too?  that  we  somehow  understand  each  other  even  without  words?”  childish  shenanigans  forgotten  for  a  moment,  the  cowboy  grows  serious  upon  hearing  it’s  all  mutual.  his  heart  could  as  well  be  a  hummingbird,  trapped  between  his  ribs  and  desperately  trying  to  break  free,  with  how  wildly  and  erratically  it’s  beating.  watching  her  olive  visage  become  more  flushed,  and  god,  if  this  isn’t  billy’s  favorite  sight  in  the  whole  wide  world,  only  serves  to  make  his  poor  heart  more  miserable.  “i’ve  known  you  for  less  than  a  day…”  he  trails  off,  the  rest  going  unsaid.  he’s  known  her  for  less  than  a  day  and  yet  part  of  his  soul  feels  like  they’ve  been  friends  for  centuries.  “alright,  i’ll  hold  you  onto  that  one.”  a  laugh  escapes  him,  but  he’s  still  just  marveling  at  her  —  is  he  the  reason  behind  this  cute  blush?  he  must  be.  it  fills  him  with  so  much  pride  that  he’s  almost  tempted  to  carry  on,  just  so  that  it  doesn’t  fade.  “or  if  you’re  just  feelin’  like  you’ve  had  a  long  day  and  want  to  relax.”  the  offer  stands,  and  he  hopes  she’ll  be  willing  to  take  it  one  day.

billy  closes  his  eyes  and  smiles  softly  as  he  expects  the  story  to  be  rather  sweet  and  typical,  like  maybe  she  bought  the  goat  from  some  farmer  who  had  too  many  and  didn’t  mind  or  found  her  wandering  around  the  property,  but  just  as  quickly  opens  them  to  stare  at  lucy  gray  in  sheer  astonishment.  “skin  her  alive?”  he  repeats  in  disbelief,  suddenly  feeling  bad  for  the  goat.  “no  wonder  she’s  wary  of  men,”  and  gave  him  a  mean  look,  “i’d  be  too  if  they  wanted  to  skin  me  alive.”  he  listens  to  the  rest  of  the  story  with  fascination,  falling  more  and  more  in  love  with  lucy  gray’s  heart.  “you’ve  got  a  type  it  seems.  you  like  goats  and  men  with  a  death  sentence,  don’t  you?”  he  teasingly  inquires,  laughing  until  he  realizes  how  he’s  just  said  too  much  without  actually  saying  anything.  there’s  a  bounty  for  his  head,  he’s  wanted  in  two  counties,  so  he  surely  has  a  death  sentence.  but  he  hopes  she  doesn’t  look  too  much  into  it.  after  all,  he  might  as  well  be  talking  about  how  the  heat  and  dehydration  almost  took  his  life,  right?  right?!  it  makes  sense  in  his  head,  but  a  hint  of  panic  lingers  in  the  back  of  his  throat.  “i  was  right  ‘bout  you.  you  really  are  an  angel.  you  saved  the  goat’s  life,  you  saved  mine…  any  other  animals  you’ve  rescued?”  now  that  he’s  thinking  about  how  many  she  has,  he  bets  not  all  of  them  were  bought.  some  must  have  been  saved.  his  train  of  thought  gets  interrupted  briefly  as  her  slender  fingers  slip  between  his  locks,  massaging  his  scalp  and  making  him  want  to  hum  in  delight.  he  refrains,  but  a  soft  sigh  still  escapes  his  lips.  “poor  shamus,  but  also  so  lucky  ‘cause  you  and  your  little  accomplice  were  the  ones  who  rescued  her.  now  she’s  in  good  hands  and  doesn’t  have  to  fill  her  belly  with  just  clover.”  the  goat  must  worship  lucy  gray,  much  like  he  does.  “so,  shamus  is  irish,  too.  you  know,  i  never  thought  i’d  be  happy  to  have  so  much  in  common  with  a  goat,  but  now,  knowing  her  story,  i  am.  doesn’t  the  universe  work  in  strange  ways?”  both  her  rescues  are  irish.  it  can’t  be  a  mere  coincidence,  it  must  be  a  sign  from  the  stars…