"So, Peter, I heard there was a new sheriff in town…" Wade drawled, slinging his arm around Peter's neck.
"Oh, ha-ha, Wade, very funny. Don't joke about that, I'm gonna poop myself I'm so nervous."
Peter knew he was babbling, but the nerves were killing him. How was this his life. The previous sheriff turned out so dirty he put Wade's socks to shame. After many pleas from townspeople, Wade, as "the best bounty hunter to ever bounty hunt" in his own words, took care of him pro bono (Peter's doe eyes might have had something to do with that, not that Wade would admit that out loud) and somehow Peter ended up as the new sheriff. Careful what you wish for, etc. Curse his doe eyes!
"So, are you gonna punish me for lawlessly killing the sheriff of this lovely town? They did give you handcuffs, didn't they? Because if not, that's a total rip-off. The sheriff needs his handcuffs to use on his naughty bad bounty killer in bed, I think that's in the contract, you know."
"I'm pretty sure it's not," Peter snapped, freeing himself from Wade's hold. "And if I wanted to punish you, I'd lock you up in a cell, go to every whorehouse and tell them you have syphilis."
The tenacity with which constantly tried to get into Peter's pants was astonishing and impressive, as well as annoying and exhausting. Peter glared at Wade to indicate how very much alone he would like to be at the moment, but something in Wade's expression made him halt.
"I haven't been in a whorehouse since I met you," Wade said in a small voice.
Peter snorted. "You expect me to b-" Wade winced and gave Peter this pained look, and something in Peter's stomach twisted. "Oh…"
Peter never suspected that Wade's questionable advances were anything more than a joke, an amusing way to spend the slow moments of the day. That was what Peter's common sense was telling him.
But Wade's eyes were telling him something completely different. Wade shrugged and offered him a lopsided grin, and Peter felt himself blush like a virgin he, well, was. He turned around to hide his face and cleared his throat.
"Well, since all the cells are currently occupied, and I do have those cuffs, well, you know. So. Yeah."
Talk about mortifying first day on the job…