[ really, more of the fuck up here is on him, when his mouth suddenly forms the wrong sound from what he'd intended, the swear slipping as a mere instinctive reaction. because even that is partially honest, mostly on account of his believing he isn't deserving of whatever love she has for him, that he can't possibly be enough when he's mostly made of danger and disaster.
but they'd approach that conflict before, again and again, when he'd been covered in blood from head to toe and she never flinched away from him, even as he stood there strapped in that cursed vest. they'd seen each other's scars, lurked beneath the surface of their skins, and still come out with clenched tight hands. ]
No, shit, that's not β [ he bites hard at his lip, a sigh that's more representative of his own frustration with himself as she draws back to search about the truck for her clothes.
leaning to sit up, he runs his palm over his beard before he reaches out to lightly grasp her arm, halting her search. ] Hey, hey, hey. [ if he can get her attention, he slides over closer to her once more, close enough to slip his fingers across her jaw to direct her eyes to him.
he takes a breath, running his tongue across his lip as he tilts his head, eyes sincere in his gaze. ] I love you. There's no β there's no kinda to it. It's just ... I haven't β I haven't let myself ... feel that in a long time. I didn't even think I could anymore, y'know, I β I guess just didn't expect to say it half-naked in the back of your truck, but β [ he knits his brows, a light chuckle in his breath before he looks back to her, eyes managing to escape the earlier surprise to bear their more honest fondness. ] But I do. I love you.
[ They can get around to who takes first place in the Summer Fuck-up Olympics much later, probably; her thoughts are still racing around the idea of how she's going to spin this later on. She should blame the weed, definitely, that's the safest way to go here, especially because there's no telling how long this high will last and after they've both sobered up she can wave off any and all vulnerability as an unfortunate side effect. But she's definitely veering closer to that sober state now β funny how a rejection will do that to a girl β when he stills her with a gentle hand around her arm.
It's then that she realizes, for all the intense conversations they've had, he's never once handled her roughly, never gripped her too hard, never left a bruised imprint of fingers lingering on her skin after the fact and she's brought back to him with a deep furrow between her brows, a squint of focus that zeroes in on him before she attempts to smooth her features out into something more neutral. He always touches her carefully, his voice a low murmur now that reels her in from the anxiety that tries to barrel her ahead to a future point where they're not talking about this anymore, her latest in a long line of consistent screw-ups. ]
You β [ She presses her lips together, shuts up and lets him do the damn talking for once, but somewhere between her brain shortcircuiting and the beat when she finally comes back to her own body she manages to hear what he's saying, and the revelation that once again she'd just managed to catch him by surprise slowly begins to dawn on her.
And then she just feels completely ridiculous about it all, hunching her shoulders in a brief shrug as she looks down to where her fingers are twisting the fabric of her tank top in her lap. ] Yeah, well, I'm whole-naked, so. [ It's not a competition, Wynonna. ]
Um, okay. So we're on the same page, then, with that. The part where β you know, I love you, and you love me, and that's all out there now. [ She releases the breath she hadn't even been aware she was holding in, finally peeking up at him with a subtle lift of her chin. ] In the open. No takebacks.
Well, you and I combined makes us half-naked, so the point still stands. [ and despite any brief awkwardness, he could still manage to tease her despite it all, a hint of slyness in both his voice and expression, with a half smile that gradually spreads a little more with each passing second.
but they are on the same page now, the words echoing out free on both their ends without any further filter, and even now he can possibly conjure up a few reasons why it isn't necessarily a good thing, that there's plenty wrong in them only getting deeper and deeper into this thing they've accidentally stumbled into, but either the weed now faint in his system or the softness in her gaze is enough to shelf those worries for the night. ]
Yeah. No takebacks. [ his thumb tucks down over her chin, a gentle stroke before he coaxes her to lean in with him, seeking her lips for a soft kiss. ] Can't take back what you said about my abs now, either.
Okay, details. [ She pretends to scoff but there's a smile in it, a slowly spreading thing that belies her relief with it all β because she had been worried, that feeling forging a pit deep down in her stomach even against the drugs' relaxing effects, anxious that maybe once she put that out there between them he wouldn't feel the same. It hadn't even occurred to her that this is something he either hasn't let himself consider until now or genuinely hadn't believed he was capable of feeling, and now that she knows it for truth she definitely feels a little silly about the whole thing.
It might be a bad idea, the way so many of hers can be, especially when they don't know what tomorrow has in store or any number of days beyond tonight, and she doesn't necessarily need anything to change now that it's out in the open β but if they are on a ticking clock, she's realizing she doesn't want to regret not saying it until it's too late. She has too much guilt to want to risk adding to that number here. ]
Oh, I wasn't planning on it. You've still got great muscle definition. [ She murmurs the words shortly before his mouth finds hers, her chuckle half-lost in the kisses they proceed to exchange. ]
[ she smiles and it offers him an affectionate feeling in turn, an ease through the very core of him at merely watching the soft stretch of her lips and the press of the dimples along either cheek. he hadn't thought much of any of it for the first several weeks he'd seen it again and again, but he knows the reasons for that is more on his refusal than the capability of their effect.
there was a time in which he'd been nothing but rude to her, trying to wave her off as just a regular nuisance here in this town, just another one of many obstacles that had kept him here when he wanted nothing more but to escape.
maybe it's because he hadn't expected someone to snatch his heart up the way maria had that he'd gradually let his guard down, allowed wynonna to dig into the very caves of his chest and plant herself into permanence there, working through all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities until it was impossible to be everything that he was without having her right there with all of it.
humming against her mouth, he doesn't stray far from prolonging small kisses into a constant stream of them, fingers holding a light hold along her jaw as he keeps her close. ] Hope you ain't just using me for my body now.
[ Never let it be said that Wynonna doesn't know how to take a hint; okay, she definitely doesn't know how to take a hint, because the hints Frank had thrown her way during the first couple weeks of their acquaintance could be referred to less as suggestions and more like sledgehammers. But his insistence on putting this town behind him had soon become a running joke they'd both drawn on, especially as the chances of him actually leaving had begun to shrink more and more.
And whether it was the workings of this place continually trying to throw them together, her genuine curiosity about him leading her to want to get to know him better, or his diminishing reluctance to turn her away, they'd swung into each other's orbit over and over again until they'd been forced to accept what might have been unacceptable in any other circumstance but this one.
She likes to joke that he's stuck with her now, but it's not like she really did that much to try to get away from him either β and while she's worked her way in past his walls, he'd accomplished the same on his end, witnessing her at her most exposed and choosing to stay regardless.
She doesn't say anything at all for a while, mostly because he really knows how to distract her with those kisses, damn it; she manages to grin before her mouth finds his again, a soft drifting that she finally punctuates with a retort. ] No, I would never do a thing like that.
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but they'd approach that conflict before, again and again, when he'd been covered in blood from head to toe and she never flinched away from him, even as he stood there strapped in that cursed vest. they'd seen each other's scars, lurked beneath the surface of their skins, and still come out with clenched tight hands. ]
No, shit, that's not β [ he bites hard at his lip, a sigh that's more representative of his own frustration with himself as she draws back to search about the truck for her clothes.
leaning to sit up, he runs his palm over his beard before he reaches out to lightly grasp her arm, halting her search. ] Hey, hey, hey. [ if he can get her attention, he slides over closer to her once more, close enough to slip his fingers across her jaw to direct her eyes to him.
he takes a breath, running his tongue across his lip as he tilts his head, eyes sincere in his gaze. ] I love you. There's no β there's no kinda to it. It's just ... I haven't β I haven't let myself ... feel that in a long time. I didn't even think I could anymore, y'know, I β I guess just didn't expect to say it half-naked in the back of your truck, but β [ he knits his brows, a light chuckle in his breath before he looks back to her, eyes managing to escape the earlier surprise to bear their more honest fondness. ] But I do. I love you.
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It's then that she realizes, for all the intense conversations they've had, he's never once handled her roughly, never gripped her too hard, never left a bruised imprint of fingers lingering on her skin after the fact and she's brought back to him with a deep furrow between her brows, a squint of focus that zeroes in on him before she attempts to smooth her features out into something more neutral. He always touches her carefully, his voice a low murmur now that reels her in from the anxiety that tries to barrel her ahead to a future point where they're not talking about this anymore, her latest in a long line of consistent screw-ups. ]
You β [ She presses her lips together, shuts up and lets him do the damn talking for once, but somewhere between her brain shortcircuiting and the beat when she finally comes back to her own body she manages to hear what he's saying, and the revelation that once again she'd just managed to catch him by surprise slowly begins to dawn on her.
And then she just feels completely ridiculous about it all, hunching her shoulders in a brief shrug as she looks down to where her fingers are twisting the fabric of her tank top in her lap. ] Yeah, well, I'm whole-naked, so. [ It's not a competition, Wynonna. ]
Um, okay. So we're on the same page, then, with that. The part where β you know, I love you, and you love me, and that's all out there now. [ She releases the breath she hadn't even been aware she was holding in, finally peeking up at him with a subtle lift of her chin. ] In the open. No takebacks.
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but they are on the same page now, the words echoing out free on both their ends without any further filter, and even now he can possibly conjure up a few reasons why it isn't necessarily a good thing, that there's plenty wrong in them only getting deeper and deeper into this thing they've accidentally stumbled into, but either the weed now faint in his system or the softness in her gaze is enough to shelf those worries for the night. ]
Yeah. No takebacks. [ his thumb tucks down over her chin, a gentle stroke before he coaxes her to lean in with him, seeking her lips for a soft kiss. ] Can't take back what you said about my abs now, either.
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It might be a bad idea, the way so many of hers can be, especially when they don't know what tomorrow has in store or any number of days beyond tonight, and she doesn't necessarily need anything to change now that it's out in the open β but if they are on a ticking clock, she's realizing she doesn't want to regret not saying it until it's too late. She has too much guilt to want to risk adding to that number here. ]
Oh, I wasn't planning on it. You've still got great muscle definition. [ She murmurs the words shortly before his mouth finds hers, her chuckle half-lost in the kisses they proceed to exchange. ]
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there was a time in which he'd been nothing but rude to her, trying to wave her off as just a regular nuisance here in this town, just another one of many obstacles that had kept him here when he wanted nothing more but to escape.
maybe it's because he hadn't expected someone to snatch his heart up the way maria had that he'd gradually let his guard down, allowed wynonna to dig into the very caves of his chest and plant herself into permanence there, working through all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities until it was impossible to be everything that he was without having her right there with all of it.
humming against her mouth, he doesn't stray far from prolonging small kisses into a constant stream of them, fingers holding a light hold along her jaw as he keeps her close. ] Hope you ain't just using me for my body now.
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And whether it was the workings of this place continually trying to throw them together, her genuine curiosity about him leading her to want to get to know him better, or his diminishing reluctance to turn her away, they'd swung into each other's orbit over and over again until they'd been forced to accept what might have been unacceptable in any other circumstance but this one.
She likes to joke that he's stuck with her now, but it's not like she really did that much to try to get away from him either β and while she's worked her way in past his walls, he'd accomplished the same on his end, witnessing her at her most exposed and choosing to stay regardless.
She doesn't say anything at all for a while, mostly because he really knows how to distract her with those kisses, damn it; she manages to grin before her mouth finds his again, a soft drifting that she finally punctuates with a retort. ] No, I would never do a thing like that.