Me After A Tummy Ache + Headache Combo

Me after a tummy ache + headache combo

saccharine - the saloon

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

this can be read standalone!

cw; nsfw mentions, mention of piss/piss kink

The saloon is far busier than usual, but the crowd made for an exciting time in your eyes. Something was bound to happen and you wanted a front-row seat to it.

Billy and the rest of your friends had gathered around the poker table while you leaned against the wooden bar counter, sipping on your strong drink and surveying.

This was a new town. New faces. New excitement, it’s practically written all over your face, you have to shake your head clear. You down the rest of your drink and tap the rim, the bartender easily pouring some more.

But nothing of note was happening. Yet, you remind yourself, before settling your gaze on Billy. He had slipped off his heavy green coat and draped it over the back of his chair, leisurely sat with cards in his hands and a bottle in front of him. Your eyes trailed the length of him, from his broad shoulders to his meaty thigh, his boot that's idly tapping on the floor.

Idiot, you think, that's his fucking giveaway. He's nervous about his cards. And in just ten more seconds, you see him fold, sipping to his bottle in defeat. As he takes the swig, your eyes follow his neck. It takes a lot of force to pull your gaze away, wondering how the hell his neck looks so soft.

When he brings his bottle down, you look back. The bottle rests against his thigh, his other hand catching at the top of his gun belt. Billy pulls at it to adjust it, his legs spreading more comfortably.

It takes everything in your power not to go over there and tease him for the way he's sat. You think about it. He hasn't been too annoyed with you as of late. Still the occasional glare. Still the occasional commanding tone he has when he asks you to quit it. But it was still less. And that felt like ample enough reason to give into the little itch in your brain to mess with him.

You push yourself off the bar, but your thoughts are completely deterred by the sound of glass breaking.

In a flash, two very drunken men are brawling, throwing sloppy fists while the bartender yells for them to cut it out.

The rest of the patrons are rowdy though. This is what you hoped for if you were being honest with yourself. You could never pass up watching a good fight, and they're drunk? Fuck, even better. You stay in your spot, sipping on your drink and laughing as they tumble to the ground.

The bartender gestures to two guys near him to get the two to stop, but they're moving slow. Reluctant.

Perfect. The guys fighting somehow get to their feet and the taller one slams his fist into the shorter one's jaw, sending a chorus of noise over the room. You sip your drink, so thoroughly amused, you've almost forgotten about your plan with Billy.

When another punch lands to the shorter one's jaw, he stumbles back with more force right towards you. You're about to react, when you feel hands on your waist, tugging you right back and out of the way.

You let out a, "oof," as you're pulled back into the man's lap. A smile rises to your lips. Why did he have a distinct smell? You tilt your head back on the man's shoulder. "Hey there, Bonney."

"Yeah," he replies, very unamused but his hands keep their very tight grip on you.

The two men have been pulled apart by now and you sigh, leaning your head back again, "You know I definitely could have moved out of the way."

"It was a reflex that 'm regretting," he says, but he still does not let go of you.

"Uh huh," you reply and decide not to question it. You had his comfy lap and your drink in hand, what's not to love?

"Oh, by the way," you start and Billy adjusts you in his lap so you're not as slouched, but your back is still to him.

"By the way. You sit very wide."

A pause. Like you expected form him. You swirl your glass, then sip, the glass already almost done.

"Wide?"

You nod and finish the rest of your drink, "Mhm. Wide. Are you compensating for something?"

A quick image runs through your mind which dispels any actual proof he's compensating. In fact he has a very big reason to spread his legs the way he does. You've seen it. Not that you meant to. But your mouth is quiet.

Billy scoffs, his grip tightening, "I was sittin'. That's all I was doin'."

For added effect, he flicks your wrist and you jab your elbow back against his stomach. He clears his throat at it, and although you're not looking at his face, you know he rolled his eyes.

"Let me up, gotta refill my drink," you tap the bottom of your glass to his thigh and Billy hums, "No, you already had two, need you coherent enough to ride your horse, dumbass."

"How do you know I had two? Were you watching me?"

He's quiet.

"Oh my god. Bonney! You fuckin' perv," you mutters, tapping your glass to him again.

"'M not...you...shut your mouth. Please." Billy lets out a heavy breath and does not loosen his hold at all. If you really tried to get free, you knew you could, but part of you did not want to even try.

"Just let me up, then I'll be quiet," you reason with him but Billy keeps his firm hold.

"No," is all he says and you dramatically groan at him, then your words spill out before you can stop yourself, "Well maybe I'll piss on you. You'll let go then."

Billy snorts, "holy shit," he mutters, completely baffled by your words, and he leans down, his lips just ghosting over the top of your ear, "that's what you're going to do....right here? In this place? Mhm, sure you will."

He knows you won't but now you've amused him. It both creates a twinge of annoyance within you and a flutter in your heart. You just had to play this better than him.

"I will if that's what it takes," you say back to him, keeping the conviction in your voice, but his slightly chapped lips brushing to your ear does not help your breathing remain normal.

"Yeah? You gonna piss all over me, cowgirl?" His words are whispered, Billy's hot breath hitting to your ear, almost making you shudder. Why did he have to say it like that, you don't know. Well you do, but fuck that, you wanted to win this. But your cheeks feel hot and a thrumming inside of you heats up, you have to resist the urge to move your hips against him. Your mind flashes with how pissing all over him would even go. Would he like it? Is that why he said it like that? Or is he just teasing? Why are his lips to your ear? Why is-

"You still here, cowgirl?" He whispers still, holding back a chuckle, but you know he's smiling.

"Fuck off," is all you can muster, a grumble, a pitiful excuse for a comeback that he actually chuckles at.

Billy's already decided his victory. "Yeah, thought so," Billy mumbles, patting your hip before holding it again. "Don't drink anymore," he repeats.

"Fine. But you didn't win."

"I think I did. Are you into piss?" Billy means it as a jest, but when you're quiet for a second too long, he shakes his head, "Don't answer that."

You elbow him again and go to grab his bottle, but he swipes it just in time, putting it to the ground and wrapping his arms around you so you're really held to him.

The rest of the night, you're quiet with one another, watching his hands extensively as he plays a few more rounds of poker, before he finally nudges you off of his lap, the gang making their way back outside to your horses.

Billy watches you greet yours, then he locks eyes with some random drunk patrons also leaving the saloon, taking long looks at you, trailing your figure. So right as you go to hop up over your saddle, he comes up, holding his hat over your backside, blocking you with his body from the view of the other men leaving.

Billy gives you one of his own long glances though, watching you settle, before he gets up on his horse, staying close to you, but not close enough you could call him out for it. Or maybe he wants to hear you call him out for it.

Billy trots his horse forward until he's right next to you.

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kse22chili

1 year ago

So funny 😂

Max spinning in the background on the dance floor 😂