It didn’t reassure him any, but he let it go for now. Even if the old coot got involved it was no guarantee that both of the Back Water’s residents would get out fine. Reflexes dulled with age and the man wasn’t going to be around forever, all it took was a clean jab in the right place and no Ruth present and it would be over. Again though, her flippant remark had images rolling their merry way through and within a blink the heat from anger switched to filling into his cheeks, words slowly bumbling out of him. [color=#c10300]“Well... Um. I’m just. I’m just glad you’re eh. You’re ok. It’s not... It’s not. Um.”[/color] Get it together Colt. [color=#c10300]“Polite.” What? “You ask a lady first and if she tells you to fuck off, you go.” [/color]
Colt swallowed as she turned in his lap, hand once again to run through his hair with a shake of his head. She’d refilled his glass and while he happily took it without complaint paused taking this one more slowly to watch his remaining had pulled into her lap. Grinning, he’d switch it up, taking one of hers to engage in a war of thumbs, anything to distract him from the threadbare excuse of a dress and how her ass sat perfectly. Stop it, Colton, just breathe.
Of course he put himself in a catch 22 situation with his own goddamn mouth though. Colt blinked, still befuddled in the moment. [color=#c10300]“Scrub my… Oh. Um. I. HEH. I, eh I…”[/color] Yes was all too easy, but no. The tug of war in his chest wouldn’t allow him, but his mouth couldn’t quite form the words to refuse her. Maybe there was another way… a plot began forming in his mind, clutched from the air hastily. It might work, they’d both get privacy and she, a good rest, if it went favourably.
The bath was a fine idea, it just wouldn’t be for him. [color=#c10300]“I eh. I could always use the food, yeah that’s true. How ‘bout I help you with the buckets though, you’ve chased these shits about enough, I won’t take no for an answer,” [/color]his thumb playfully pinned hers in place, brow quirking at her.
Colt swallowed as she turned in his lap, hand once again to run through his hair with a shake of his head. She’d refilled his glass and while he happily took it without complaint paused taking this one more slowly to watch his remaining had pulled into her lap. Grinning, he’d switch it up, taking one of hers to engage in a war of thumbs, anything to distract him from the threadbare excuse of a dress and how her ass sat perfectly. Stop it, Colton, just breathe.
Of course he put himself in a catch 22 situation with his own goddamn mouth though. Colt blinked, still befuddled in the moment. [color=#c10300]“Scrub my… Oh. Um. I. HEH. I, eh I…”[/color] Yes was all too easy, but no. The tug of war in his chest wouldn’t allow him, but his mouth couldn’t quite form the words to refuse her. Maybe there was another way… a plot began forming in his mind, clutched from the air hastily. It might work, they’d both get privacy and she, a good rest, if it went favourably.
The bath was a fine idea, it just wouldn’t be for him. [color=#c10300]“I eh. I could always use the food, yeah that’s true. How ‘bout I help you with the buckets though, you’ve chased these shits about enough, I won’t take no for an answer,” [/color]his thumb playfully pinned hers in place, brow quirking at her.
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