A/n: I'm having fun with these neglected TBS characters ngl lol. Also, it's hard to make underwear from the 1800's sound sexy so like? Sorry?
Warnings: Smut. Cough.

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The girl plopped down next to me, bringing her arms onto the table top and folding them so she could lean down, resting her chin. "Is he a good kisser?"

Training my face so that it wouldn't curl in disgust and forcing my body to not recoil from her, I focused on my book, responding quietly. "Hello, Gen."

Genessa Trainer has been my neighbor all my life. We'd been good friends and inseparably close until her father had perished in the accident as most of the men in this town had a while back. Then Gen became a needy teenage girl who slept with anyone and everyone. Girls. Men. Strangers. Drunk familiar faces. No one her age, though. She didn't seem to mind. She was only a year older than me.

Ever since Whitney and I had started dating, she'd turned her glossy lips and revealing clothing toward him. It had ultimately ruined our friendship. I'd stuck by her side as she tore her life to shreds, but when she suddenly found interest in my boyfriend after ignoring him before (letting me know that she only wanted him BECAUSE he was my boyfriend), I drew a line. No. Absolutely not.

Now she only ever talked to me to ask about him. It was revolting.

Moving one of her hands to prop her head up, cheek resting in her hand, Gen swung her legs a bit. More of a bounce, really. "I bet he's really rough, isn't he? Aggressive and skilled, like he is with those guns of his."

Anger boiled up in me and I fought to keep my head leveled. "How has your day been?"

She sighed. "I would ask how he is in bed, but I know you don't have the guts to go for it. You're too good. Bet he really wants to though. Bet he's long and thick and that when he does do it he pounds really hard and fast. Hmmmm..."

My hands tightened on the sides of my book. "Not much to do today then?" I asked through gritted teeth.

Continuing to ignore me, Gen just went on. "I wonder if he'll go to someone who'll make him feel right if you keep denying him long enough. I mean the boy is going to want someone to love him the way he wants to be loved and... you're not going to cut it. Maybe I'll be able to-" Slamming my book shut, I shot to my feet and stormed out of the building. "It was nice talking to you!" She called, a smirk of pride evident in her voice.

Without thinking I walked to the jail and the sherif's office. I pushed inside the door to see that it was empty. Closing the outside world off from me, I leaned against the wood, clutching the book to my chest and closing my eyes tightly.

Images circled in my head that I didn't have the strength to get rid of. Whitney pulling Gen close by her hips. His thumb massaging her core or her hips or massaging her bud. His lips on hers. Or even worse - on her. Him rocking to a rhythm I could hear as the bed creaked and she screamed his name, her nails running down his back and her head pressing into the bed as her eyes rolled back into her head. A fast, hard rhythm that she moaned and whined and whimpered along to. Rough. Hard.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe. My eyes watered as I pushed off the door, dropping my book on Whitney's desk as I flung open the door and made to take off for home. To hide under the covers and not come out for a day or two, until the images were all destroyed and gone. Or until they drove me mad...

Just as I went to take off, though, I slammed into a solid chest. Hands held my shoulders. "Well hello there d- Whoa are you okay?" My eyes flickered up to see Whitney's.

"WHITNEY!" Gen screamed, her toes curling as he hit just the right spot.

Feelings sick, I pulled away from my boyfriend, gathering my skirts as I full on spirited to my little house. I spent more nights than not at Whitney's these days. My mom had left me and my dad years ago and my dad had died in the famous accident. I lived by myself, making my way by being an errand girl. Passing messages, cleaning houses, watching children, cleaning buildings, organizing, the such. There were more odd jobs than I first thought and it was just enough to keep my house and whatever I most needed. Whitney had been working to slowly convince me to move in with him.

Alas, it was moments like these that I was reminded again why I couldn't. Moments I need alone time and space to let myself loose my mind rather than be around him. When Gen got to me, like she had today. Or simply when I was incredibly horny and needing Whitney in those intense moments when I couldn't even look at him for fear of pulling him to bed with me and having him take me right there.

I didn't know why I didn't have sex with him. I was comfortable with him. I trusted him. Maybe I was one of those who wanted to get married first. It felt right. Not that I would mind being with him without a piece of paper officiating us. I don't know.

Honestly, I think I was scared that he'd see me exposed and feel me vulnerable and he'd be... displeased. I wouldn't be as beautiful as he thought and I wouldn't be as good at sex as he wanted.

Silly. Maybe. Unless I was right.

My hands fumbled with the doorknob and I tried to open it with shaking hands. Whitney had been calling my name but my heart in my ears had finally grown loud enough to tune him out so that I wasn't sure if he'd given up or I just couldn't hear him. As I fought, arms wrapped around me, pulling me into that same solid chest, and my question was answered.

Whitney clung to me as I fought him weakly, not really wanting to break away but also not wanting him to see me cry. Tears fell quickly now. He buried his face in my neck, his lips resting in my skin. The contact turned me on and soothed my ache all at once, pushing away the thoughts of Gen and slipping in thoughts of us.

Us.

What a good thought.

My face set and I rose my hands, rubbing away the wetness. I opened my door, pushing it open and dragging Whitney after me. I closed it behind us. I turned to him and he shot me a confused look, his mouth open to ask me something. I cut him off by grabbing his shirt, pulling him down to me.

Immediately, a moan of surprise hit me as I kissed him passionately right out of the gate. One of my hands moved to his hair, my fingers pushing into the longer strands and pulling and tugging gently. He curved into me, enjoying the attention. My other hand moved to his sensitive area, my palm pressing into him. His bulge grew - it was always at least a little of the ways there when we kissed like this - and he gasped. I took my chance to slip my tongue into his mouth, exploring the insides as if I'd never French kissed him before.

His hands moved to my waist. Instead of pulling me to him roughly as I imagined, he softly guided me back. One of his hands moved to catch my wrist, stopping me from playing him. I looked at him, confused, as he slowly opened his eyes.

When his eyes met mine, he frowned. He wanted this. I could see it in the way his eyes had darkened and glazed over a bit with lust. "What are you doing, Darling?" He asked, breathy and sexy and messy.

Leaning close again, I gave a small smile. "I want you, Whit. I know you want me too."

His eyebrows came together. "Do you really? Because you look more angry than wanting."

Realizing my ulterior motives, I pulled myself away from him, turning my back my back to him closing my eyes. What was I doing? Yes, I wanted Whitney. Like that. But this was spurred by Gen. Gen only. This wasn't me wanting Whitney this was me wanting Gen to not have Whitney. I was using him.

Massaging the bridge of my nose, I whispered, "I'm sorry."

He sighed, moving up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist softly. "You know... I'm not like Gen thinks I am." My eyes widened and I turned to face him. He wore a small smile, shaking his head. Half amused at me, half teasing. "I'm not rough. Aggressive." At the word he shoved me against the door, my back slamming into the wood and my arousal rising as my eyes went wide. He watched my expression and seemed pleased as I reacted. "She comes to me too, you know. Talking about all things she wants to do to me and giving me ideas what to do to her." Both of our noses scrunched in disgust. "She doesn't want me. She wants to mess with you, and she wants a good fuck. Tell me you just want me? Please?"

Whitney leaned close, kissing me softly. We parted and he moved to my neck, leaving light kisses there too. It was warm and nice and comforting. It was weirdly sexy too. The way he touched me gently and held me carefully. He'd only been rough that one moment to prove a point. "I do," I admitted, blinking as I tilted my head back to give him more access. "I'm not... I'm not rough. That wasn't me. Just now. I did that because Gen was getting to me again. And I don't want her to have you. I- I love you, Whit." He leaned back and our eyes locked. "I love you," I repeated, holding his face as my eyes watered. "I would die if I lost you. Especially to the likes of her. Especially because I know she'd just use you and then dump you and it would hurt you so bad..."

His lips pressed to mine again, making my words fade out. "Good thing I love you too, then," he mumbled against my lips. I gasped and he kissed me a bit harder.

Grabbing his face, I pulled him back so that our eyes locked. "But I do want you."

A smile tugged onto Whitney's face. "Then let me have you. And you can have me. Not Genessa. Not what she thinks I am. Me. Just me. Just you and me. Just us. Okay?"

Excitement bubbled in me and I was suddenly sure. This. I wanted this. "Okay."

His head dipped and his lips ghosted my ear lobe. "Turn around, darling." I shivered at his words and did as he told me to. I felt his hands against my back and heard the zipper of my dress pull after his other hand grabbed all my hair, moving it out of the way. He pulled it further and further down until my course was completely exposed, my dress falling to the floor after the abandoned the zipper to push my shoulders free of the material it supported. His lips traced my shoulders as he kissed my skin and I gasped, pressing my forehead to the wood of the door now in front of me.

His chuckle was gruff and grating and I felt my body respond accordingly, my thighs pressing together and my teeth trapping my lips between them as I closed my eyes to try and hone my patience. Whitney's fingers worked at the time of my corset and petticoats until it all fell away, joining my dress on the ground.

Losing my ability to control myself, I turned around and pulled him down to me. His fingers ghosted my skin as he explored what was newly exposed to him. My fingers worked at his shirt and he chuckled, catching my wrist. "Eager are we?"

My eyes found his. "I... yes."

His eyes darkened at the blunt honesty and news I was exposing to him. "Trust me darling, it's worth the wait. Let me show you." He smiled as I groaned quietly, pulling me close. One hand went to my face, cupping my cheek as he kissed me again. He kissed me harder when I first didn't respond in protest to make him antsy. My hands moved on their own, reaching up and twisting in his hair. The hand not on my face moves under my shimmy, his touch setting my waist on fire as he moved down it to grip my thigh, pulling my knee to his waist. His fingers worked down my bloomers until I stood before him in just my slip as he kissed me.

My knee was still at his hip when he pushed a finger inside me. My eyes shot wide, not expecting it yet, and I gasped. He leaned back, his fingers pausing. "Are you okay?" He was searching my face but I just nodded, eager to feel him move again. He smiled, his fingers curling inside of me.

A moan curled from between my lips and my eyes closed as I leaned my head against the door again. "Oh god, Whit." He chuckled that same one that drove me crazy, his lips moving to my neck to nip and suck and color my skin.

Slowly but surely a funny tightness grew in my lower stomach and my body tensed. "Are you close, Darling?"

"I- I don't know." It was becoming obvious that either Whitney had done this before or he had somehow practiced as he slipped another finger inside of me, moving around inside of me according to what made me moan louder. I couldn't wonder who he had maybe been like this with before though as he hit a spot inside of me that wiped my mind clean and made me whimper, my hands tightening on his hair.

"Mmmmm," he hummed. "I found it." I suddenly realized how amazingly unknowing I was about these kinds of things. All I knew was that my head was screaming in pleasure and high, whiny sounds were coming out of me and I was being hit by wonderful waves of pleasure. Just as I was about to lose it, his fingers pulled away from me.

My eyes went wide with pain. "Whitney," I complained.

He was grinning as his fingers hooked under my thighs, pulling me up so my legs could wrap around his waist. "I told you darling, I'll make it worth the wait. Its always better when you wait." He carried me to the bed as we looked at each other and I slowly came down from what I could explain as a high. A high I was missing as my body aches for the release of more sexual frustration than I had yet to experience before now. Whitney gently lay me on the bed but didn't moved over me like I expected. Instead, he kneeled down, spreading my legs and pushing up my slip. I blushed, looking away as he looked at my exposed body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered dreamily.

Looking at him in surprise, I was able to see the exact moment his mouth met my core and my eyes widened as our gazes locked. There was something more about the feeling of watching him and seeing his reaction to my reaction on top of the feeling of the waves of pleasure returning - to my relief - but in a whole different way.

This time it was his tongue instead of his fingers and I was watching him work his magic, his smirk growing at my expression. He suddenly did SOMETHING and my head fell on the bed, my back bending a bit as I gripped the sheets lightly. "Fuck," I grunted. He chuckled and I was more distracted by the vibration traveling thro gag me than the sound of it this time.

He was laughing at me, I realized. The dick was enjoying this.

"Whitney I swear to God," I forced out through grit teeth.

He pulled back, making me melt into the bed in a whimpering moan of displeasure. "What do you want from me?" He purred.

My eyes found his as I glared. "I need you. To fuck me. Badly, Whit." He moves instantly, pulling his clothes off quickly as I watched in growing need as his skin became more revealed to me. God he was gorgeous. I took my slip off and his hands found my waist once he was finished. Now both of us were bare.

A glint of something dangerous flashed through his eyes and his hand slid under my waist as he flipped over and then pulled me up so my back was pressed to chest, his length against my ass. He exhaled softly. "You ready?"

My eyes widened. "We're doing it like this?"

Another one of those damned chuckled sounded. "Do you trust me?" I nodded without hesitation. "Spread your legs." I obeyed and one of his hips gripped my waist. "You ready?" I nodded again. "Tell me if it hurts, I'll try to be gentle." I could hear the edge biting as his smooth tone this time and I was suddenly excited rather than impatient. His tip lined with my entrance and I exhaled softly.

Halfway through my exhale was cut off in a choke as he pushed into me. My hands flew to the walk in front of me to get support as my body went weak. He reached around, his free hand fitting around my breast as his other hand stayed in my waist. "Stop," I gasped as pain flared through my pelvis and he froze. I was wondering why people did this when the pain melted to make pleasure and I gasped, nodding wordlessly as my jaw hang open. He moved again, slower, easing into me until I was full of him. I realeased a guttural moan. "Move," I begged as the feeling settled and I needed more.

He did as I said, pulling out and then pushing back in again. Still slow and precise. "Is that okay?" he grunted after a few thrusts.

Nodding, I gasped, "Faster."

After I said that, the gentleness and humor disappears and he became rougher. Faster, harder. At one point one of his hands was kneading my breast, the other was rubbing my clit and I was barely holding on my screams. "Let them out Darling," Whitney growled. "I want to hear you scream."

So I did. Curses and Witney's name mixed in high pitch and volume as he worked me. This was nothing compared to the pleasures before. My entire body forgot how to function and I wondered briefly how Whitney could remember to keep moving in and out of me. How he wasn't just overwhelmed with it.

My high reached new heights last what I thought is when I would explode until I was writing against him, meeting his thrusts because I needed to release so badly. The pressure in my stomach grew and knotted, pushing and pulling against my insides.

When the knot finally popped, I melted against the wall and Whitney had to hold me against him as he came after me and rode out both of our highs. He began slowing until he cane to a stop, pulling out of me and weakly moving next to me, tugging me down the bed.

We were both caked in sweat and breathing hard, our eyelids dropping as he lay us down and pulled the covers over us. He smiled as I curled into him, ready to slip into a blissful rest as my body hummed in happiness. "That was amazing, Whit," I mumbled, kissing his chest gently. "I feel like I had more fun than you though."

He chuckled again and I sighed, shaking my head at the memory of the twinkle in his eyes as he ate me out. I then shivered, remembering the feeling of the hum of his laugh against my most sensitive part. "You can repay me next time," he reasoned. "I'll teach you if you don't know how."

Looking up at him, I rose an eyebrow. "You know how to do that well enough to give me advice?"

Whitney grinned wider and my heart stopped. "I meant that I would advise you on what feels best like I gauged how well I was doing based on how you were reacting but..." he laughed, this one lighter and throatier than the chuckle that had been tormenting me all night.."

Shaking my head, I giggled. "Goodnight, Whitney."

"Goodnight, Darling."

After a pause I added, "I love you."

The sun was setting and the room was warm and Whitney was comfortable. I heard the words rattle in his chest as he returned, "I love you too Y/n."

The next while I wore my love bruises with pride, acting no different except that I stood taller and avoided people's prying expressions.

As if I had called her, Gen plopped down at my table as I read my book, her elbows resting against the wood as she sighed, "So is he good in bed? I guess you'd know now."

"He's fantastic," I responded without pause or looking away from my book.

For the first time since her dad had died, Gen was silent for a long time. So long that I flipped the page three times (almost four) before she finally spoke again. "He's as rough as I predicted?" Her voice was strained; I was pleased to know I had bothered her.

At her question, I looked up from my book. "You're wrong about him, Genevieve," I cooed. "He's gentle and smooth and controlled." I leaned forward. "But I promise you, getting through his slowness and patience is SO worth the wait." I smiled and her north dropped. I stood, closing my book and tucking it under my arm with the same smile and tone I'd used so far as I added, "But you'll never know. You wanna know why? Because he's MINE. And he'll only ever BE mine. So back the fuck up you whore or God help you I will grind you to dust and bury your remains where no one will find you." My eyes turned sinister as I leaned forward. "Talk to him again about anything less than absolute needs, and I will make you regret it."

And with that, I left the bitch to wallow in shocked silence the rest of however long, making my way to meet Whitney at the sheriff's office with a pleased smile resting on my lips.