cherylblossom-deadeye asked:
Rio being jealous of someone he sees Beth with and showing it in a way that's totally Rio
This is supposed to have [period] at the end of the title but ffn won't let me so I just had to emphasize it differently which is disappointing
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'So you fucking the insurance guy now?"
Beth turns, and jabs the trowel into the ground where she had been weeding around the petunias. "Excuse me?"
His cheek puffs out as he runs his tongue over his back teeth, and he frowns. "I said… are you fucking the insurance guy now."
He's standing a few yards away, looking down on her as she sits back on the dry grass and runs a gloved hand over her forehead.
"What insurance guy?"
He shoves his hands in his pockets and raises an eyebrow. "The cute one with the blond hair and the muscles."
She thinks for a moment, and decides she's angry. "Are you stalking me?" Rio purses his lips and she can see his hands balling against his thighs. "Because, you know, I thought we were past the whole creepy watching me in the middle of the night bullshit."
She turns back to the flower bed and starts jabbing at the oxalis that's taking over the flowers. It's been a dry summer, the grass is rough on her knees and she regrets not bringing a pad to kneel on.
"Oh, mama that's not stalking, that's protecting my investment."
"Yeah, well you keep telling yourself that."
She hears the rustle of clothing, and figures he's sat down next to her, but she doesn't look over. The petunias are wilting and there are deadheads. it's almost time to pull them out and cover the beds with mulch.
For the next minute or so here's no sound other than the traffic going past, and the trowel digging in to the ground. Tsch, tsch, scrape, tsch, tsch.
And then there's a hand on her neck, soft palms skimming over her skin, running over her shoulder until his fingers slide under her tank top and beneath her bra strap.
"His name is Dylan, and yes he is cute isn't he?"
His whole arm tenses. "You enjoyin' yourself? He give you what you need?"
She rolls her shoulders and lays down the garden tool before shrugging his hand off and turning to him. "Yeah… yeah he did."
His lips are set in a hard line, and he's moving to stand up again. She grabs his shirt and leans in until her mouth is millimeters away from his ear. "I mean… the way he handed me that old photo of our grandmother just really turned me on, you know?"