Got You (Where I Want You)
A.N. For perfect_manhattan.
Title taken from song of the same name by "The Flys" *shrugs* what can I say Sirius radio has been stroking this week.
Jimmy walks up to the woman sitting at the bar. She's not dressed much differently from most of the other women in the place, wearing a sundress with cowboy boots, brunette locks, shot with gold, piled up on top of her head in a loose knot to ward off the summer heat.
He leans backwards, elbows on the bar next to her, signaling the bartender for a drink. When she turns her head in his direction and rolls her eyes, he bites back his smile and sticks a hand out in her direction. "Name's Jimmy, Jimmy King."
The woman takes a moment to run her eyes up and down his body with a raised brow before turning back to her drink.
"Oh hey, I love this song," he exclaims as the small band begins playing a song that she's never heard of, but has him tapping a booted foot and humming along. "You have a favorite song?" he leans in to ask his breath tickling her ear.
"Is there a point to all of this?" she finally asks swinging her body in his direction.
"I'm dying here, Sweetheart. Throw an old dog a bone and at least tell me your name."
The woman purses her lips, her eyes already narrowed as she extends her hand. "Francis Goldsmith. But my friends call me Frannie."
Jimmy does the opposite of what she's expecting when he takes her hand and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles. He grins when he sees the blush that suddenly colors her cheek.
"Wanna dance, Frannie?" he asks tilting his head towards the dance floor where other couples are letting loose.
Frannie wrinkles her nose cutely before shaking her head. "I don't know how, plus see that blonde asshole in cowboy hat?" she asks pointing at a tall blonde farm boy dancing with a girl who looks like her IQ is about as small as the dress she's wearing, "that was my date for the night."
Jimmy's hand clenches unconsciously, but he looks back at Frannie with a smile. "Well how 'bout we just sit here and talk till a slow one comes along and then give 'em something to talk about?" he says in a conspiring voice that leaves her shaking her head.
"So what's your sign?" he asks taking a sip of his drink.
Frannie looks at him strangely. "My sign?"
"Yeah, are you like a Sagittarius or a Leo, oh I know," he snaps his fingers pointing at her, "I bet you're an Aries."
Frannie snorts. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah, I guess that is a pretty outdated pickup line." Jimmy chuckles into his glass.
Frannie covers her mouth with her hand to hide her smile.
"Finally! A slow song!" Jimmy crows taking her by the hand, pulling her out to the dance floor right next to farm boy and tiny dress.
He pulls her close, a hand on her lower back; gathering one of her hands in his own. Frannie catches on quickly, wrapping her free arm around his shoulders, settling her hand at the nape of his neck, playing with the curls there.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks watching as her face screws up in concentration.
"I swear I've heard this song before." She replies. "I just can't put my finger on it."
"It was pretty popular in New Vegas since the singer lived there."
"Brett Michaels!" she exclaims, beaming in self-satisfaction that she remembered.
"That's right," Jimmy confirms pulling her closer with a smile.
Her forehead rests against his jaw as they ultimately do nothing more than stand and sway in each other's arms as the band plays several more slow songs in a row.
When it comes to an end and the music takes a more upbeat turn, he places a kiss near the corner of her mouth as she slides out of his arms.
"Well, Jimmy. As fun as this has been I should probably be getting home. I have a family dinner to attend tomorrow and the host will flip out if I'm not there."
"Huh, Really? That's so funny because I have the exact same problem, except if I don't show up the host will probably dance a jig on the dinner table."
Frannie snorts at the visual, half her drink coming up through her nose leaving her laughing and sputtering all the same time.
Being the gentleman that he is, Jimmy grabs a towel from the bartender and helps her clean up.
"May I walk you home?" he ask holding out his arm for her to take.
She tilts her head giving him a lopsided grin. "Sure, I'd like that."
"So, do you do this often?" she asks as they walk along the quiet streets heading to her tiny one room apartment that used to belong to her uncle.
"What's that?" he asks looking over at her.
"Pick up women at the local bar."
"No. I can honestly say that this is a first."
Frannie eyes him skeptically.
"Scouts honor!" he says seriously holding his fingers up in a funny salute. "Now, I'll be the first to admit I had the reputation as something of a man-whore back in the day. But I'm a changed man, Frannie."
"Really." She says dryly. "And just what brought about this miraculous change, Jimmy?" she asks as they begin to climb the interior steps of her building.
"The most beautiful, brave and intelligent woman I've ever met, damn near walked the length of the continent and back just for me. And did I mention she's saved my life on more than one occasion? "
Frannie stills her hand that's pushing the key into the door knob as his fingers brush the nap of her neck. "I guess that's a pretty big deal, huh?"
"The biggest," he whispers pushing the key the rest of the way into the lock and turning the knob.
She steps across the threshold, turning back to him when he stays where he is. "Would you like to come in?"
"I don't know, Frannie." He says leaning against the door frame a serious look on his face. "I'm not really looking for a one night stand."
Her fingers fidget on the door as she toys the corner of her bottom lip with her teeth. "And you think I am?"
Jimmy shrugs. "Don't know. Are you?"
"No." she answers him quietly and honestly. "I don't do clingy and the last time was such a colossal fuck up I haven't bothered since.
"That's good. Cause I don't do clingy either. Possessive, though? I've got that down to a science."
Frannie's eyes widen at the implications as he stalks towards her, pushing the door shut and her against it.