"I thought you guys would have left by now." You got back to the garage, freshly showered and in a new change of clothes.

Heat and Wire were there as well and everyone looked ready to get their little shopping trip done.

"We're putting you to work too." Kid gave you one of his award winning mischievous smiles.

"Delightful." You sighed.

The garage looked impeccably clean. Somewhat empty, but clean. Anything you and Kid missed before you left was taken care of by Killer probably. Even the car didn't look as bad. The worst of the dents were popped back out and all the glass inside of it seemed to be cleared out. You'd never seen a more efficient man.

"We'll take the truck." Killer jingled his keys as he marched past the small group and out the garage.

His truck was parked down the street a little ways and the seating arrangements in it went just as you expected. Killer behind the wheel, Kid riding shotgun, and you sandwiched between Heat and Wire. The back seats were made to sit three but not if two of said three were muscle heads. Personal space wasn't a thing for the entire ride.

But it was tolerable. They were happy to see you again and chatted your ear off like a couple of kids. It made you wonder if they got attached to all the girls that came and went in Kid's life or if you were a special case. You'd have to ask about that when he wasn't around. It was hard to tell if he was still touchy about Bonney or not.

You got your chance to talk to him alone sooner than you thought. When Killer got to your destination, you and Kid went one way in the store while the others went another. You gave yourself a bit to gauge his current mood, it changed faster than the weather around this city. He was taking his time, ambling around as he tossed different tools into the cart you were following him behind with. From what you could tell, he was doing pretty good. That made it as good of a time as any to talk to him.

"So Bonney." You started slowly, eyeing the tools on the shelves as he glanced at you with a slight frown.

"What about her?" He growled.

"She had you all kinds of pissed off last night. Why the complete 180 today?"

A rachet set was thrown into the growing pile in the cart.

"I can't work if I'm focused on her." Kid bent down to talk a little more quietly in your ear. "But rest assured, if I see her again there's going to be hell to pay on her part."

You didn't doubt that.

"So what are you going to do now?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, focusing once again on the shopping.

You shrugged, even though he didn't see it. "You don't have a girlfriend anymore."

"So? I don't need one. She was a mistake." He grinned as he let his gaze wander up and down your body. "I'll stick to casual fucks."

"Always the charmer." You murmured.

He chuckled.

Now came the part that had been bothering you.

"Kid."

He turned to you, giving you his full attention just as you wanted. He had to understand you were serious.

"I don't want you having other partners." No suggesting he didn't go looking for others, no begging, no pleading.

"What if I say no?"

"I wasn't asking Kid."

It felt like some sort of stand off. He stared at you like he was just waiting for you to back down and you met his eyes with the same level of determination. You weren't going to back down.

"You don't share well, do you?" He smirked but there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"About as well as you do."

"You know," He got close enough that he was almost brushing against you and you had to crane your head up to look at him. "You keep finding ways to stay interesting. I've never had a woman made demands of me like you do."

"I deal with highschool kids on a regular basis. I think I can handle you."

The rest of the group came around a corner and took their time approaching you and Kid. It probably looked like you two were in the middle of a fight.

"I'll think about it." He backed off and left you in shock.

That was a much better outcome than you were expecting. You thought he'd tell you to go fuck yourself and your monogamous way of thinking.

"Quit zoning out sweetheart, we've got a couple more places to hit up!"

You realized everyone was heading to the front of the store and you had to rush to catch back up. If asserting yourself with Kid was all it took to get him to listen to you, you'd have to do it more often. It was definitely starting to work.

----

All day. It took all day to shop around town for all the particular tools Kid wanted for the shop. Of course he avoided going into any part of Shanks' territory but he had no problem dipping into the other areas for what he wanted. He wasn't enough of a threat for any of the others to worry about him coming and going through their areas.

By the time everything had been brought back to the garage, you understood how most men felt when their girlfriends dragged them around for a day of shopping. You were tired and didn't want to ever see another tool again.

Of course it didn't end there. He had everyone organizing the haul for the day along the workbenches and in toolboxes. When it was done, it was dark out and you were tired. On top of the shopping, you'd been thinking about Kid and Shanks. It was too early to call Shanks and try explaining to him that you weren't interested again. He'd shoot you down and tell you to think on it more like this morning.

Honestly the whole thing was a problem you created. If you would've listened to Killer and not bothered with him in the first place, this wouldn't have been an issue. But you were angry and tired of not having a say in your relationships. It was pretty much just one big rebellious act.

Not to say you regretted calling Shanks that day. You didn't. But better choices could have been made. Still, he helped you through your emotions and in the end, it helped you figure out what you wanted to do. He knew from the get go that there was a chance you wouldn't pick him anyway. There was no promise that you'd stay in his life forever.

When the guys left, you and Kid went back up to his room to call it a night. While he hopped in the shower you started watching videos on your phone. Just random nonsense that popped up on your social media. Sure you were tired, but your mind was still trying to work through things and made it hard to fall asleep.

"What're you watching?"

Kid crawled into bed with you, naked of course. His skin and hair were still damp and he was fighting the few strands of hair that kept falling into his face. You hadn't had sex in what felt like ages and he looked good enough to jump. It was a good thing you had more self control than that.

"Cats being scared by cucumbers." You said casually.

"How the fuck does that work?" He scooted closer to you until his head bumped against yours and he had his flesh arm resting across your belly.

"No idea." You smiled as he squinted at the screen and chuckled at a cat jumping when it noticed a cucumber on the ground behind it.

He was cute when he wasn't talking so much. And the longer he watched mindless videos with you the more things started to make sense to you. Eventually both of you were huddled up together late into the night with you curled up on his chest and him holding the phone with his metal hand. It didn't get tired like yours did when you were holding it.

Shanks wasn't going to be able to compete with this. He was sweet and held a powerful position in the city. But no matter how relaxed around him you got, you were never this comfortable with him. It honestly surprised you that Kid had you this relaxed. Sure his attitude wasn't always the best but he never put up a front and pretended to be more than what he was. He was no show off either. And you appreciated that.

And it helped that the possessive asshole would always have your back if something went down. Maybe it wouldn't be because he really cared for you, but he wouldn't be afraid to take someone down for you. Either way, you were enjoying this one moment.

When you started to nod off, thinking about giving Shanks your answer tomorrow, Kid's chest rumbled as he spoke quietly.

"Ever shot a gun?"

You shook your head no and burrowed your face into his chest.

"Want to learn?"

"Why?" You mumbled.

"Cause I feel like teaching you." He jostled you around as he leaned over and laid your phone on the nightstand.

"M'kay."

"We'll do that tomorrow then."

----

You didn't wake up like you wanted to. Usually it was a slow process involving much stretching and slipping back in and out of a half asleep state for a while. Today, it involved Kid yelling to Killer downstairs and the other yelling back.

"Killer find me those guns!"

"Who are we killing!?"

"No one, I'm taking (Y/n) shooting!"

You groaned and peeked through sleep tousled hair at Kid. He was in the middle of the room, slipping a pair of jeans over his bare backside. When he saw your scowl, he broke into a smile. Not the usual kind he gave you, no this one was genuinely happy without a hint of malice or attitude. He'd never looked at you like that before and it made your heart skip a beat. Fuck.

"Are you going to sleep all day or are we going to go shoot at shit?" He asked, throwing on a tee shirt.

"Where are we even going for this?" You sat up, somewhat regretting agreeing to this already.

"Outside the city. I know a good spot."

"We aren't going to a range or something?"

Kid scoffed. "No, that's stupid. There's a bunch of extra rules at ranges and other people. Trust me, my spot's better."

"If you say so." You got up, a little taken aback that at some point last night Kid didn't make you take off your clothes.

Even if sex wasn't involved, he liked getting touchy just because he could and usually that meant you having to strip so he wouldn't have to fight your clothes.

"I do, get your shoes on so we can head out." He was down the stairs in a flash, leaving you to process his excitement. He never got this excited for anything with you. Well, almost anything.

You shook your head and started tugging on your boots. Shanks could wait a bit longer, you were too curious about Kid today to worry about him. He did tell you to take your time after all.