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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Who We Were & Who We Are Now 19

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 6500+

Summary: The last full chapter. (Shorter epilogue to follow next week.) Forrest spoils Tawny to make up for lost time. They consummate their marriage. Tawny gets emotional about the future.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Romance. Sexual Explicit Content. Dominant Forrest.

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You'd woken up next to a lightly snoring Forrest, which was always a pleasant way to start the day. He'd pulled you particularly close, the close of summer coming in, the slightest chill in the air at night had you buried in his chest, legs between his as he surrounded you completely. He had healed magnificently, the doctors as always, couldn't believe it. He's told you it was your doing with a kiss to the head multiple times now. He was back to doing chores, his broad shoulders were once again broad, the strength coming back under his skin, the summer sun filling him back with color. The scars were dark but you'd kissed them time and time again until he no longer noticed them when looking in the mirror. He was almost back to his old self, save one thing.

You're changing, your hair in rag rollers and only in your slip when he comes back into the bedroom.

"Mornin'." he says with a lazy smile.

"Mornin' sweetheart." you coo back, tilting your head to receive a kiss on the cheek. He moves his arms around your waist and does just that.

"I got somethin' for ya." he says as he gives you a squeeze and steps back to the bed.

"You got me a present?" you chirp, snapping in your earrings. "You are spoiling your wife rotten lately, Mr. Bondurant." you chuckle, taking the box from his hands. "First that new sleeping gown and now... whatever this is." you almost blush as you think of the lace and silk he'd bought. It'd seemed so forward of him to buy something so suggestive. He'd bought you gowns before, but they were long, some made from warmer, thicker material as well as the smooth and glossy ones. But this one had been shorter and had a deep lacy neckline that made you blush. He said it was because he was going to have you wear it for him one day soon. A reminder and a promise that he still wanted you. But in his typical fashion, he wasn't going to sleep with you again until he knew he could do it right and at full capacity. Forrest never half-assed anything and he sure wasn't about to give you a performance that was lacking that would mark your official joining as husband and wife. He'd taken his role as a husband so close to heart it hurt yours sometimes to see him unhappy about no consummating yet. You'd told him you'd waited a lifetime before and a few months wasn't anything you weren't perfectly capable of handling.

Under his caring gaze, you reveal a lovely dark green dress in the same decorated box they always came in. He knew you liked having pretty possessions. He'd never cared much about such things, choosing to focus on bare necessities and not the small flourishes that you loved so much about life. But even though he didn't understand your happiness for being dressed up and in lovely fabrics, he knew they made you happy, so he bought them for you when something grabbed his eye. Sometimes it was something that caught his attention, that tightening in his jaw at the thought of what you'd look like in such a thing, something he'd recognize a certain silhouette you wore often. He'd learned so many things about fashion and clothing beyond patching and sewing and keeping warm since being with you. He supposed that the expanding of his knowledge, even if it wasn't with something he found useful often wasn't something to turn his nose up at.

"It's beautiful, Forrest." you coo, wrinkling your nose at him as you held the soft green patterned fabric up against you in the mirror. It nipped at the waist and flowed everywhere else, just as you liked. It had long sleeves and a hem below the knee for the incoming cold.

"Color reminded me of your eyes." he says quietly, watching you sway back and forth, looking thoughtfully at your reflection. You sigh heavily and let the dress weigh in your hands as you turn back to him."You also hadn't bought any winter dresses so..." he nods and clears his throats and shrugs.

"Very thoughtful from you on all counts, handsome." you pat his chest as you praise him. He gives you the signature nod and grunt in response.

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The chill of the night is settling in as you stand on the back porch, listening to the trees brush against each other in the wind. The sun had gone down long ago. Forrest had just come back in from finishing the laborious chores and locking up. He stands and watches you for a moment, half-lit in the moonlight, lower half of the dress he'd bought you blowing in the wind. You'd rolled up the sleeves as soon as your feet hit the station floor that morning, preparing yourself for work for that day. A sure sign of a hard working woman he thought, hiding the tiny pearl button clasps on the cuffs to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. He sees the curls you'd set that morning starting to fall, and he preferred your hair like this at the end of the day when you were alone with him. It reminded him of when you were younger. You looked softer, happier, maybe that wild and free sense of self from your youth being awoken as you let your hair down and bounce around your summer tanned skin. You always wore it more strictly styled or tied or pinned back for work. Getting to see you with your apron off, a few buttons were undone on your chest with your hair down and unfurled, your lipstick worn off and not reapplied, was something he cherished getting to see.

He assumes that perhaps it's much the same with you for him as you've tried to explain. You'd told him that the secrecy wasn't really a problem for you, that sure, you wanted everyone to know you were his and he yours, but it wasn't something you couldn't live without. The only thing you couldn't live without was him. You got to have the soft side of all to yourself, and it seemed that he also got the soft side of you all to himself whether you realized it or not.

"What you up to out here Miss Tawny?" his deep voice sneaks up on you from behind as his heavy boots hit the wooden porch.

You smile at the low tone he has in the evenings. "Wanted to wind down a bit, but then I saw this little feller and I figured I'd wait for him to scoot closer so I could see what winter we were in for." you say, your fingers laid out in front of a solid black wooly worm inching his way across the banister.

"Solid black and it ain't even fall yet." his voice shows his lack of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, reckon it'll be a tough one. It's barely September and it's already getting cold enough to bring out the extra blankets at night." you elaborate, running your finger gently over the soft and prickly surface of the soothsayer worm.

"I ain't too worried 'bout it." his lips pout as he stands behind you, surveying the empty space before putting his arms around you to keep you warm.

"You ain't? Winters can be tough 'round here. You know that as well as anyone."

"Yeah but you put in the work on that garden this summer if I do recall," he says proudly. "We've got enough canned already to make it through just fine. You got those potatoes, beans and onions comin' in."

"And pumpkins and squash soon out the far field." you add with a proud smile.

"You've been workin' that cute little tail off Miss Tawny." you hear the rare and coveted deep chuckle from him.

"Don't worry, with all the pumpkin pie I'll be makin' it'll be back soon." you laugh, your hands rubbing over his as he hums happily and kisses the top of your head.

"Lookin' forward to that." he adds earnestly.

"The pie or the tail?" you manage to get out without giggling, but it follows soon after.

"My goodness," he says with faux exasperation. "The mouth on you." he jokes, you feel him laugh against your back.

You both stand that like for a while, listening to the leaves, hearing the owls in the trees. You were both full from dinner and warm from each other and your favorite part of the day was underway, your alone time with Forrest.

"How are you feelin' tonight, hun?" you ask, turning in his arms to ask the same question you ask him at the end of every day. You fuss with the wrinkles in his shirt, expecting the same answer, as usual, a grunt, a shrug, a vague, alright on a good day but you don't receive that tonight.

"I'm feelin' real good tonight." he says, lowering his eyes to yours, watching your smile grow quickly at the out of place positive answer.

"I couldn't be happier to hear it." you practically swoon at him, your hands making their way around him under his cardigan. You'd been waiting for him to feel himself again. You hated seeing the unhappy frown you know was from a place of discontent with himself. You didn't see it in his eyes tonight as you gazed up at his handsome face with his brow set low and heavy.

He sees you beaming up at him and lets out a deep breath, contemplating how the rest of the evening might go as he looked over your soft, lovely face. He did feel good again. He felt whole again and in control of himself like he used to be. As he considers the strides he's had to make to get to such a point he knows he's better now than he ever had been when it came to his emotional well being. He knew staying in control, being logical and reasonable and giving a fair but tough approach to things was important. But then you'd come back and it sent him into a fit emotionally. So much had happened so quickly with the family and you and now you were family too. You'd taught him the importance of seeking out your happiness, of finding things that give it to you and nurturing them. He'd spent so long having to worry about taking care of things. He raised Jack, took care of the farm and the station with his parents gone and Howard at war. He'd had to take care of his older brother after he came back, so no solace was found in his return for him. He'd been worrying about everyone and everything for so long it was hard to remember how to not worry and enjoy himself. Even though he did, he knew he'd never have to really worry about you. You'd always taken care of yourself, even though he'd interjected a handful of times. He knew you would never be a source of constant worry and he was eternally grateful to you for that. He felt whole in a new way with you. He'd found the necessity in the softness and the love that you brought into his life, the peace you'd brought them all with your sacrifice and he wanted to finally bring the piece that was missing from your life back to you both tonight to make you whole together again.

He moves his hand to your cheek, a move that surprises you as you see a new tone shift over his face. The sweet gesture catches you off guard as you pout your lips and nuzzle into his hand. "I can make ya happier to hear it." he offers, his voice a deep velvety smoothness you hadn't heard in months. That electricity he made you feel shoots around inside you, making you recall the first night he'd kissed you.

"What on earth could you do to make me happier, my doting husband?" you wrinkle your nose playfully at him, shaking your head up at him. "You've absolutely spoiled me rotten today with gifts and flowers and candy. Ain't even my birthday or nothin'." you give him a little happy giggle that makes the corner of his mouth pull back into a smile.

"There's been a reason for that." he nods, his voice staying calm and deep and soothing.

"And what's that?" you smile up at him, an innocent and lovely batting of your lashes with your sweet tone.

"There's one thing I've been meanin' to do." his brow furrows slightly, but it doesn't read as upset, only thoughtful. You fingers gently stroke the fabric of his shirt, eyes large and inquisitive. "C'mon baby doll..." he says with a nod of his head, turning towards the door. "I got a surprise for ya upstairs." he says with a mischevious glance and you purse your lips at him with a face that shows him you know he's up to something.

"Since you asked so nice." you give him a sultry smile before making your way inside. "What have you done now? I don't know nothin' else you could give me on top of the rest of it today, Forrest." you continue to murmur your speculation as he follows you up the stairs, a smug smile on his face you can't see.

You walk into the bedroom you share together. You see nothing out of place, nothing added. The room is dark and you stand at the foot of the bed with a confused frown. You hear the door shut behind you, so you turn to face him to ask what you're missing. He's standing much closer than you expected, your eyes blinking fast as they meet with his chest, looking up to him as he takes his hat off and hangs it on one of the posts on the bed before sucking his teeth and looking down at you. This look in his eyes is new and you'd thought you'd seen everything Forrest had to offer.

"I don't say this with the intention to upset you, darlin', but every time you've called me your husband I can't say that I've felt like I deserve the title." his brow sits low as always, his eyes not wavering from your own. "To me, a man must encompass all aspects of being a husband. And I ain't. I've not been able to give you everything you need." his lips pursed in thought. "I planned to make amends for it with you, tonight." He sees your chest rise and fall noticeably, he knows you're catching on to what he's referring to now. He moves slowly but surely, big hands wrapped around you to your back, holding you against him as he speaks low and slow to you. "I'm a patient man but these past few months have pushed me. I never intended to make you wait so long for me. But as you know I ain't gonna do a job unless I can do it right." he nods down at you and you feel the flush coming to your cheeks. "I know you've told me that it ain't bothering you to be without me while I've been down." He pushes the hair away from your face and lets out a sigh. "But I know that ain't been entirely true." his tilts his head at you, one eyebrow raising slightly as if to challenge you.

You lower your brows to respond, mouth open and ready to disagree, to let him know you understood but with a thumb to your lips, his hand along your face he shushes you.

"I know you meant it, baby." he whispers and you exhale a shaky breath against his thumb, still stroking back and forth against your pouted lips. "But I've had to watch you in your sleep these past months and you can't hide needin' somethin' all the time." he shakes his head slowly, stares shifting between your lips and eyes that from any other person would've been intimidating. "I've heard you in your sleep, Tawny." his voice drops somehow lower, you feel the heat back in your cheeks, knowing of the dreams you'd had of Forrest. "I've had to lay there and hear you moanin' out my name."

The sound of him saying things of a sexual nature to you made your heart race. He'd never talked about things like this, but there was a boldness to him as he stood so close, feeling hard and healthy against you.

"I've had to watch your body writhe, those pretty little silk dresses ridin' up your hips as you beg things of me." His voice is breathy and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he thinks back to those painful nights that he ached to touch you. "I know what you need now, Tawny. I've already heard you ask me for it." his head shakes back and forth slightly.

You feel shame, but in a new and invigorating way you never experienced.

"So I had to wait, so I could give you the choice of how to consummate this marriage." He hand slides to the side of your neck, his shoulder shifting as does his brow, his hand now holding your hip in a firm grip. "I'd had intentions of takin' my time. And I reckon I still do. But my plans of making love to you, being as slow about it as I could for ya changed over the course of these past months." his tone shifts, you'd never heard him speak to you like this before and you could feel the sweat forming on your skin from it. "The things you were askin' for in those dreams Tawny..." his voice sends that shiver of shame down your spine again where it settled right between your thighs. Similar to the sensation of getting scolded or getting caught when you were younger, but this was a different animal entirely. "The words I heard come out of those soft lips of yours." he shakes his head and you feel take a deep breath. "They told me what I had intended to do wouldn't be what you need." he takes a moment to pause, tilting his head and studying the almost fearful look in your eyes. "Is that true?" he asks with pouted lips.

"All I really need is you." you rasp out.

"Now baby..." that deep tone makes your visible shudder as he feels you shaking in his arms and it sends a new sort of thrill through him. "You wouldn't be lyin' to me now would ya?"

"Never." you breathe out, your voice weak.

"Then I need you to tell me if that's what you really want." he brushes his nose against yours. "You know you only have to ask and I'll give you whatever it is you need, sweetheart. And know that I'm more than capable of it now." a single chaste kiss had never felt so dirty in your whole life. "So do you want me soft tonight baby? Or do you need me hard?" Your knee's literally go weak and he let's out a soft, dark laugh as he hoists you up against him.

"I don't rightly recall what I asked for, truth be told. It's just...it's been so long, Forrest." your voice is desperate, breathy and whiney and you can't manage to make it come out sounding any other way. You put your hands to his face, your chest heaving and he'd barely touched you.

"I can tell you if you really can't recall." he whispers, moving to kiss one of your hands on his face.

You nod just slightly, a small murmured "MmmHmm."

He leans in closer, nose skimming your jaw, kisses planted to your cheeks and he whispered into your ears. "You were askin' for it faster. You'd plead for me to go harder." You see his nose twitch before he speaks the next words that make you fall to pieces. Spoken with his plush lips right against your ear, "You'd shift those soft hips against me and beg me to fuck you, baby. You made me so damn hard it hurt." he moans into your ear and you turn your head fast and kiss him hard. You moan the moment you feel his lips press back against yours, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you fast to him as your fingers already worked to unbutton his shirt.

"Fuck, Forrest." you moan and whine shamelessly. He groans deep as it rumbles in his chest, you can feel it under your hands as you take a moment to feel the sturdy expanse of his chest as rose and fell fast just like yours. You reach down, moving fast and undo his trousers, being held up with suspenders still, you take him out of the confines of them. "God, I need you, I need you so bad." you cry out in desperation, taking your panties and heels off and forgetting them just as quickly before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "I do want it hard, Forrest." you nod against his lips and he rumbles out another groan at your confirmation of his dirty words from earlier. "Fuck me, baby, please, there'll be time for sweet later, just give me back the big strong man I've missed." you declare into the dark room, his lips moving down to your neck and he bends and picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. To your surprise you find your back knocked against the door instead of the bed, but you'd never been wetter or needed someone so badly before. You'd never wanted someone to come at you so hard it hurt, you felt like a caged animal finally getting free, and you realize maybe you were denying how badly you'd needed him this whole time. In no graceful way, not that it mattered, he readjusts and pushes into you and you let out a shameless moan that sounded like you were being paid to do it. It stung, the hardness of him so suddenly after being empty for so long but you welcomed it. The pain was very temporary as he started to move, grunts with every thrust as your fingers buried in his hair. To your surprise and delight, letting you know he needed you just as badly as you did him, he frees one hand, popping the buttons on the pretty dress of yours before you realize what he's doing. You move to help him, letting his hands move back to your hips to hold you up. You take your breasts out and his mouth is on them in a second before you even get both out. "Fuck me, Forrest, yes." you let your wanton cries out, head knocking against the door, him panting against your flushed skin. Sucking hard with a few moments of growling nibbles to your hard nipples catch you off guard. "Ugh, you were right, fuck me harder, baby." you moan, arms around his neck, keeping him close. You feel his grip tighten on you, lifting you before shifting his hands, leaning you away from the door and using your own weight to pound into you, bouncing you off of him. You get lost in the singular fact that he's strong enough to do such a thing again, feeling much like a light-headed debutante, declaring how she fancies a suitor. You throw your head back in a high pitched squeal of a laugh, bringing it back down to rest your foreheads together as he grunts and groans and you praise him breathlessly. "You're so good. So fucking good." you coo and tense before he lets you land against the door again. The position on the door works better for you it seems, causing the angle to shift and him to rub against you. "Yes, like that baby, please." you call out, his mouth finding your nipple again. "Shit!" you squeak out, feeling it build fast inside you. You hold his hair, pulling his head and pushing your lips to his forehead. You let the words come as you knew he deserves to hear them, and there's no shame to be found between the two of you now. "You're makin' your wife feel so fuckin' good, Mr. Bondurant." you growl out and he returns the sound. "You know how to give your baby what she needs don't you? Fuck me, Forrest, please, baby don't stop." you moan as you feel the trembling start. You hear a growl from him, forehead pushed into your chest as he hits into you with force and your head is thrown back against the door again as you both feel yourself let go around him. The filthy words he'd only partially heard from you before drive him over the edge. He might know how to give you want you need, but you did the same to him. He wanted to prove himself capable and you let him know he was. You covered his pride for his manhood and his role as a husband and he lets himself go inside you with a long guttural groan the tensing every muscle in his body. It'd been a long time coming and you'd both neede it more than either could express, but you both had certainly tried.

With only a hint of the flush in both of your faces being from the realization of what you'd just said to each other in your moments on uncontrollable lust, you stand, panting for only a few moments before you join back together in a kiss that moves you both back towards the bed. You whisper thank you's and I love you's as you lay naked together in bed, wrapped up in one another. You both fall asleep quickly and sleep hard. Neither of you notices the other dream anything through the night. As the light begins to start fading away the night, Forrest wakes. He watches you, soft and content, little helpless sounding mewls escaping your sleeping form, he thinks you look like a soft little kitten in his arms, purring away. He decides to give you what you both needed now, as he softly kisses you awake. As the sun starts to rise, so do you, and by the time the roosters start crowing, he's made love to you the way he'd originally intended. It was lazy and loving and connected the two of you in a way you'd desperately needed. Confessions of love and adoration and praise as he moved slowly inside you. You felt as one and that's how you both knew it should've been. You were Tawny and Forrest, but you're also husband and wife, and more importantly, the one thing that unified you both now and for all the lazy lovemaking sessions and beyond afterward, was that you were both Bondurants. ------- A few months later in December, you get the word that Prohibition was over. As Howard came into the station that morning with the paper in his hands, announcing it to the room in heavy breaths from running to tell you. A funny feeling washes over you, something like relief. After you both stand in your usual places and stare at Howard for long enough to process, you behind the counter and Forrest in the doorway of his office you turn and look directly at each other. Something in the air shifted that day and at the time you weren’t sure exactly what.

He shifts his eyes away from yours, traveling across the room in a hazy way that told you he was thinking. He nods at Howard and grunts, so Howard turns to face you now as he walks towards the bar.

“Can I get you a drink Howard?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles and nods, slapping the top of the counter.

“By God, you sure as hell can Miss Tawny!” The older men in the back raise their hands to indicate they too want in on the festivities.

You hadn’t sold liquor there since the showdown with Rakes, Forrest slowing down to ensure you were kept safe and that there were no further legal issues coming their way. He had a family and a wife to think about, he wasn’t going to jeopardize that for a little extra pocket money. You’d seen a few men come in, acting like locals but asking for shine and you had assumed they were narcs. Forrest has taught you fast how to spot a rat before they even sat down and asked you anything.

You pour glasses for the men and give Howard a jar who goes to join them. You start preemptively making a batch of Hocakes as you know they’re gonna want them after drinking. The smell and the familiarity bring back plenty of memories from when you first got to the station. It felt good to get back to how things should’ve been the entire time. What a waste of time, of money, of life that whole ordeal was. All over the contents of something from those glass jars that sprang from your mountains as natural and nearly as long as springs after a downpour.

That night you asked Forrest what it all meant. He said he reckoned it meant things would be back to how they used to be. Howard would probably get a still going again nearby, something to keep up with the demand in the station, nothing more. He’d had enough money squirreled away to not have to worry about pushing shine again. He recognized he had too much to lose now and knew his injuries would catch up with as he got older. He might’ve felt invincible with you with him, but he was smart enough, or perhaps sentimental enough not to risk leaving you a widow.

Christmas came a few days later, everyone gathered at the station under the tree you’d decorated, adding more baubles to celebrate the good news. Suitable gifts are exchanged in the public eye, books, tools, and a new leather-bound ledger. But I’m private, Forrest have you the best gift he had to date.

He pulled you close in the low light is the tree before you headed up to bed, giving you a sweet kiss with a hum of happiness behind it.

“One more thing before we go to bed.” He says quietly. You wait patiently with big eyes glowing in the light of the tree. He reaches into the collar of your dress, big fingers managing to unclasp the delicate chain your wedding ring hung on. You watch him slide the ring into his palm and retrieve his thick gold band from his cardigan pocket.

“I wanted to wait until I thought you’d be safe. And as I always am I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Tawny.” he says as he slips his ring on, then puts yours on your finger himself. “If it’s alright with you... Mrs. Bondurant.” He gives you a sweet subtle smile. “I’d like for you to wear this now.” He nods and holds your ring hand between both of his, his resting on top of yours and glowing in the dim light. “We ain’t gotta go peacockin’ about or nothin’.” He smirks, looking up from the rings to your face. “But I'd like for you to wear this ring like this now. If that'd be alright with you.”

You bring your other hand to your chest first, taking a quiet inhale to brace yourself for the tears you knew you come. “You... really Forrest?” You whisper out.

A soft smile that reaches all the way up to his crinkling eyes makes you melt entirely, rearing your chest against his, lacing your fingers into his hand so your rings touch.

“Yeah. What with the law endin’ and all... I don’t believe us to be in any real danger no more. Nothin that would take us away from each other anyway.” He adds with his brow sinking low again as the thought passes his mind.

“Oh, my big sweet man.” you coo. Raising your hand to his face and leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “It isn’t my intention to upset you Forrest, but Everytime someone’s called me Barett I didn’t feel right agreeing to it.” You smile, a mischievous look on his face for you copying his words from him. “But now I don’t have to lie about being a Bondurant anymore. Didn’t have to lie to myself after you married me and now I ain’t gotta lie to no one else.”

“Merry Christmas Tawny Bondurant.” He grins and leans in to kiss you properly.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Bondurant.” You giggle against his soft lips. “Now take me to bed and give me another present.” You snicker, wrinkling your nose and moving one hand down to squeeze his butt.

He lets out an audible laugh and smooches your cheek noisily. “Whatever you want, baby doll.” He grins with that masculine confidence he’s had ever since you’d consummated your marriage in that one, long feverish night. He picks you up threshold style as you laugh in his arms all the way to bed.

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As the month's pass, you’re settling into a normal, peaceful existence. Howard got his still, keeping to himself again. He seemed happier for it for a bit. With the noticing of your ring, it seemed it made the younger boys girls get a little antsy, as Jack married Bertha and your Junior followed suit early that spring. With a backup supply of shine and a still up and running, Howard got lonely out there you’re guessing. So many of his friends and family had died in the months of fighting Rakes, the boys he used to shine with were all gone. With Forrest and Jack married he felt the odd man out and surprised everyone by moving to Martinsville to work in the factories. He soon after found himself a wife and started a family, although not in that order.

With the still unmanned, the supply dwindles and with Jack taking over the farm, deciding to work in cattle and tobacco he didn’t have time to run it with a wife and trying to start a family. So the day came when you were down to just a few cases of shine in the storage shed. Forrest finds you standing in the doorway with your hands on your hips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asks, padding up begind you.

“We only got a few cases left, seems a shame to sell it all. Ain’t no more after this is gone.”

“You goin’ and gettin’ sentimental about the shine sweetheart?” He says with a smile you can’t see.

“I can’t help it.” You pout. “I don’t wanna think there’d be an anniversary where we couldn’t drink it together, ya know? It’s such a big part of what brought us together in the first place.” You explain with a voice that’s whinier than you intend it to be.

“Look at you, gettin' all sentimental on me.” He teases in an affectionate tone. “Let’s keep 'em if it means so much to ya.” He rests his hand on your shoulder. “We'll get some shine for the station from some of them young bucks that’s been makin' it. Won’t have to worry 'bout it being on us after that.”

“You really gonna sell something besides Bondurant shine in the station for me?” You turn to him with a thankful pout on your face, eyes welling up despite yourself.

“I think it was you that told me change ain’t gotta be a bad thing. It’s still Franklin shine." he says with a dismissive shake of his head. I reckon we’ve got more important things to worry about now don’t we?" He nods his chin down at you, hand reaching down to your stomach.

“Yeah. Reckon we do.” You coo up at him. ——————-

With the boys in for Thanksgiving, you’re amongst the new wives in the kitchen. Bertha is newly pregnant and you’re well into your second trimester, hiding under a loose dress and a cardigan of Forrests. You're feeling the tiredness as you work away in the heat of the kitchen. You decide to take a break from the kitchen as you’re feeling light-headed, taking your apron off and laying it over a chair on the back porch, lifting your hair up to let the cool air hit your neck, fluffing your dress to air it out as you lean back against the side of the station.

Howard comes out to smoke, a jar of the new shine in his hand and it’s almost like old times. He lights a cigarette and offers you one and you swat it away.

“No thank you Howard. Just came out to get some air.” You say with a tired sigh.

He studies you and tries to be sneaky about it, but he never is. “I know you ain’t supposed to say this to a woman, and I hope you take no offense but are you... pregnant Tawny?” He asks his eyes narrowed, noticing the signs from his own wife’s experience.

“None taken. And I look that way because I am.” You let out a chuckle and reach down to pull the flowy bottom of you dress tighter and rubbing your stomach to show the growing bump.

A slow but huge grin spread across his face, standing straight up and heading over to you quickly to squeeze you in a big hug. “I had no clue!” He says loudly. “You and Forrest never tell no nobody nothin’!” He laughs loudly, resting your feet back on the ground. “Christ... you havin' a baby!" he says in disbelief.

"Yeah, a baby, Howard." you chuckle and straighten your dress back down.

Having watched you come outside and hearing Howard's raised voice Forrest come out in protector mode, which he stayed in ever since you'd found out you were pregnant. He looks over at Howard from under a low brow.

Howard removes his hat and smacks it onto his leg. "You bastard, you didn't tell me!" he hisses, smacking his brothers arm with his hat.

Forrest turns his head to you, standing and looking sweet with your hand on your stomach with an annoyed but amused look on his face.

"He asked anyway... I didn't tell him." you say defensively, walking up to Forrest's side as he looks down at your stomach. "We knew they'd find out eventually." you say obviously with a shake of your head.

"I 'spose you're right about that too." he says a smile that's so subtle only you can read it.

Howard watches, his heart swelling with pride for his baby brother and his childhood friend as you kiss Forrest sweetly on the cheek and his eyes soften. It seemed that now everyone had settled down, shacked up and was ready to ride out another long winter. By springtime, there'd be a few more Bondurants in the world, waiting to raise whatever hell the next generation found it suited for them to get into. Same as it ever was, same as it'll always be.

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The Statesmen and the Ice man

“Now Moonshine don’t get your panties in a twist just because Champagne didn’t tell you ‘bout the whole Golden Circle deal,” Whiskey tries to defend as he’s hot on your heels, “It was pretty spur of the moment.”

Coming to an brunt halt and just about sending the taller man crashing into you and losing his hat in the process you spit venom.

“This isn’t the first time the boss pulled this kinda shit Whiskey. He did this with Cuba and he did it again in the east-I’m a damn statesman, same as you, Jack, Ginger, Champagne and Tequila but somehow I get stuck with the babysitting duties!”

Whiskey puts his hands up. “Hey, don’t get all pissy with me sweetheart that decision had nothin’ to do with me.”

“I know, I know,” you confirm before continuing to walk in a less tense pace toward the gadget room.

Deep down you knew that to be true.

If anything none of your teammates had any ill will toward you with the exception of Tequila who was more or less a jackass that liked to piss everyone off for the hell of it. It still made you wonder why the boss keeps Tequila on the payroll with the shit he pulls.

God knows that if you did the same shit he did the boss would’ve have you out on your ass but you guess that the boy was probably related. Figures.

And yet it still pissed you off that the boss was jerking you around still from the last international mission you had.

Picking around in Ginger’s wares you look for something new and dangerous to pick up your spirits. Lord knows that Ginger is all about overkill and you needed something just to let the steam off for missing saving the world.

Again.

“Personally I was impressed about how you went about saving those ambassadors kids from that sex trafficking ring. Can’t see why the boss isn’t but what can you do,” Whiskey adds as you try to debate whether or not to take both the acid lipstick and gun belt or do the machine gun purse with the knife stilettos.

It had been a messy affair with a high body count for the losing side and only one accidental death however you did come out with all the kids intact.

The fact that it uncovered a lot of piece of shit international politicians that were in on it was an added bonus but apparently it pissed off some foreign powers family to have their name dragged in the mud because their daughter couldn’t keep her hands off stolen kids so here you are taking whatever scraps you can until the heat blows over.

Deciding to think ‘fuck it’ and take everything into your new machine gun purse Ginger decides appear.

Pointing to the bag full of goodies she is quick to judge. “That’s a lot of firepower for guarding a foreign official for a month,” Ginger says, “I can’t see why you would need it all.”

“Aw come on Ginger, it ain’t like any of us are going to use the acid lipstick anyway,” Whiskey tries to defend but Ginger’s side glance cuts him short.

“Like I was saying,” Ginger continues, “you shouldn’t need all that equipment anyway agent Moonshine as you’re only shadowing a government official from Britain. Just a level 3 mission and should be well within your skill set without the need for extra firepower.”

Ginger does make a grab for the bag but you’re quick to retract it from her reach. “For Christ’s sake Gin, can’t a girl get new things once in a while? Tequila gets to play in here all the time blastin’ things to kingdom come but I can’t grab just a few things for the road?”

Rolling her eyes Ginger sighs and retrieves the machine gun purse. “I understand your frustrations concerning your assignments since the trafficking ring but until the royal family in Saudi Arabia feels less offended for outing their daughter as a child predator this is what you’re dealt with. While I agree that it isn’t exactly fair but its far better than their government’s alternative.”

Whiskey does a pretty good impression of beheading Ginger from behind like you weren’t already aware of how backwards the place was but appreciated the effort on his part to try and lighten the mood for you.

Looking at your flushed face and slouched shoulders Ginger concedes in giving you the shoes and acid lipstick but keeps her hands on the purse and gun belt tight.

“Anyway I came in here to give you a better look at who you’ll be guarding for the next month and a half,” Ginger explains after putting the items back and reaching for her clipboard.

“Probably some stuffy old man in a suit,” Whiskey groused and you couldn’t help but snort in agreement but that snort soon died when the picture on the scree was revealed.

Oh sweet lord above.

He’s hot.

“Now our target in question is a Mr Mycroft Holmes, a minor government official from the Queen come to talk to our president about foreign policies and terrorists posing as escaping civilians seeking sanctuary in European nations,” Ginger drones on ignoring how you’re fixated on the man on the screen.

“He’s 43, has a slight smoking habit, has two younger siblings and many connections to other powers worldwide that could either make or break many agreements should he die on our soil,” Ginger explains.

“Yeah and because the Kingsmen would start bitchin’ at us for letting him die on our watch-that egg kid especially,” Whiskey adds.

Ginger gives Whiskey a look before sending all the specs to your device. “I’ve sent you more information to read up on prior to Mr Holmes arrival and expect that you’ll submit your plan a week in advance correct agent Moonshine?”

It takes great pains to tear away from the man on the screen but you manage a mumbled ‘yeah’ and make off with your newly acquired weapons.

Not even a few steps behind Whiskey is on your tail again.

“Hey Moonshine,” he whispers conspiratorially while saddling up closer. You feel a hand go into your back pant pocket and you were close to turning the man over and break his hand if not for the feel of a new object left within.

“The fuck is that,” you whisper back trying to look causal and not like Whiskey was slipping you a gadget stolen from Ginger’s stash.

No one after what happened to agent Rum wants to be dumb enough caught pocketing her stuff without permission. At least not without a living will and a backup plan.

“Just a little something somethin’ for the road ahead,” Whiskey replies monogamously.

Giving him a look Whiskey sighs. “Look, I just hate to see a little lady sad and figured you could use a new toy to pick you up,” he explains, “besides the way you were lookin’ at that Holmes feller there’s no doubt in my mind you might need it.”

Carefully feeling the object its clear to you that its one of Ginger’s special capsules when agents have to sleep around for information. An after sex pill that not only doubles as a contraception for a month’s lapse but also a damn effective way to get male prisoners to talk if ingested.

It could be opened into any drink or swallowed only twenty minutes after the encounter getting rid of any unwanted loose ties for agents or grabs for power.

“Oh please, I’m not one to mix business and pleasure like Jack does,” you fire back with less bite than you wanted.

I never get that lucky.

“Hey I’m on your side Moonshine-if you don’t want it I’ll take it back-” Whiskey starts to say while reaching for your back pocket.

“No its mine now-no take backs,” you state quickly darting out of reach.

Whiskey gives you an easy smile. “Fine hunny, whatever you want. Just be sure to be safe when you do use it. From what Jack complains its does a real number on his women.”

Waving him off as you part ways you shove the capsules deeper in your pocket before pulling Mr Holmes picture up on your dossier.

Definitely a pretty one you think swiping through the files as you walk back to your room. Probably fussy for a gal like me anyway.

Punching in your access code and exiting the file you decided that at the very least you’d have some eye candy out of this mess if nothing else.

After all when’s the last time anything exciting ever happened on guard mission?

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