Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
A/N: Another one-shot, not a continuation of Raylan and Elena's story. If anything, "You Can Leave Your Hat On" looks like it might turn into a series of one-shots for either R/E or R/cast, so if you want to keep up, mark it as a Story Alert. Special thanks to Trace Adkins for rockin' my car today (perfect weather, cranked radio, open windows and sunroof and cruisin' the town- do days get any better than that?). So, just the usual disclaimer, don't own Justified, or any rights to the works of Trace Adkins. Elena and my fantasies are mine, and these days they all seem to involve Timothy Olyphant.
That's it, right there boys,
that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory,
It ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk
Trace Adkins
Rachel approached Elena's desk in the Marshal Services office and leaned hard against the edge. "Hey, we are all headin' out tonight for drinks, shoot some pool, maybe dance, shoot darts…this place is sorta' a 'whatever your legal pleasure' sort of place if you know what I mean. Wanna' come?"
"Where and when?" Elena laughed lightly. The day was coming to an end and she was glad of it. And she really wanted to go out and cut loose a little. It was one thing to get rid of some energy in her aerobics dance class or swimming if she wanted something a little tamer. In her room, she found herself rocking in her underwear to the sounds of Big and Rich and Trace Adkins and even some Black-eyed Peas or Lady GaGa. It was just a way to release some of her seemingly boundless energy she said to herself. But she knew the truth was that she had an itch that needed to be scratched and she knew just who need to do the scratching. "Who all is goin'?"
"Pretty much everyone in the office, even Art will be there for the first hour or so and then he runs home to mamma. We'll be at the Badonkadonk Honky Tonk. Everyone will be there by 8:30, most will be there right after work."
"Badonkadonk…what kinda' name is that?"
"Eh, just a name from a song. I think you might like it if you heard it. They like to play it there. They like their country loud."
"Sounds like just my kind of place, Rachel. Thanks for asking me. I've got some stuff to do before then, but I'll be there later." Both women smirked at each other, knowing this was exactly the sort of place to let their hair down and mix it up. And Elena knew just how to mix it up.
"Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all…"
Elena walked into the honky tonk at what seemed to be its peak time. The bar was smoky, and the air was filled with the smell of sawdust, cigarettes and alcohol. Scoping the place out, there was what looked like a back room for pool and darts. The bar was in the back and most of the front part of the building was filled with dance floor. Right now, Big and Rich were shouting out about how they liked their country loud. Well, so did she.
As she walked through the crowd, it didn't escape her notice that people, men mostly, stopped and stared at her. She was a sight to behold with her long black hair swaying with her walk, her black tank top displaying her arms, neck and breasts to their full advantage. And her jeans, well what was it the song said…
"Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk…"
As she passed through the crowd, she didn't see any familiar faces and was momentarily disappointed. Maybe she had missed them. And maybe another cowboy hat would have to do for the night. She stopped at the bar and picked up a long-neck beer and then wandered to some of the backrooms.
There was her group sitting at a good sized bar table alongside the pool table and dart boards. She took in the group. Tim was wearing some faded jeans and a short sleeved polo-shirt. He had a little paunch she could see when he wore one of those knit shirts. Definitely not one of the hard-bodied… She saw Rachel chatting up some stranger and watching the pool game. Raylan had his back to her. He was staring down his pool cue setting up his shot as Elena walked slowly up behind him.
Just as he prepared to make his play, she lowered her lips over his shoulder, her voice a sexy drawl, "Hello darling', when and where?"
Raylan's shot was a miserable failure as every hair on his body stood at attention just at her voice. Tim laughed at Raylan's scratch as Raylan turned to look at the distraction.
Time stopped as Raylan's eyes wolfed her down, taking in every detail…the way her red lips were full and pouty, the way her eyes danced at her tease, the way her hair fell just behind her back to expose her perfect neckline. And who could miss the exposed cleavage. The blood rushed into his head, both of them…he wanted to just bury his face there for starters.
She watched his eyes greedily drink her in while she wrapped her lips around the neck of her bottle and took a nice long draw on her beer. If it hadn't been so loud, she probably could have heard him gasp.
"Hello, Elena," his voice drawled, one eyebrow up in a smirk. "You look…well, good enough to eat."
"Hello, Raylan," she drawled back, her lips in a pouty smile. She made a show of looking around the crowd and returning her look to him, "Looks like you're the Alpha dog tonight. Does that make you the big bad wolf?"
Raylan groaned as their mutual teasing became more outrageous. While their actual conversation was unlikely to be heard over the rockin' music, their bodies spoke volumes to anyone around.
Tim yelled across the table at Rayan, "Hey man, are we gonna play, or are the two of you?" He wasn't talking about pool either.
Raylan looked at Elena, "You goin' to stick around?"
"Hey baby, I just got here. Who's game is after this?"
"Winner keeps the table. Wanna play?"
"Oh yeah, cowboy. I'll play."
"Then I guess I better get my head in the game and win. Think you can keep from bein' distracting for a bit?"
"Hmmm…I was born to be a distraction, but maybe I'll just go hit the dance floor until you're done."
"Uh, uh. No wandering off. We'll dance, but first we play pool. Hang back here and watch how the big dogs play…"
"There goes that Alpha dog thing again. You gonna mark your territory?"
"Seein' how everyone is watchin' you, I might just have to."
Tim yelled again, "Come on man, get a room or take your shot!"
Raylan smirked at Elena again and slowly turned back to the table assessing the available shots. Before he left to take up the best position he whispered in her ear, "Five shots and the table is ours…"
Elena laughed at that, taking another suggestive draw on her beer. "And that would be for pool, right Raylan?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and turned back to the table.
And in five shots the table was cleared.
"It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on…"
The stragglers from the Marshal's office were still sitting at their table in the pool room. The beer had been flowing pretty well and a few were even drinking down boilermakers. The music was still rockin' pretty loud in the dance room. Elena had been swaying to the beat of a lot of the songs, and finally when Trace Adams came on she just couldn't sit still anymore.
"Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left…"
"Come on, Raylan. Let's go…" Elena grabbed Raylan's hand as it made another 'accidental' brush against her leg. There'd been a lot of that sort of thing, a brush here, a touch there, a whisper of breath. These two Alphas were definitely marking their territory. It was time to move from the unhurried brushing and kneeding of a cat marking to a more aggressive version one might find in wolves.
Raylan slowly stood, tipping his hat back giving her another of those raised eyebrow smirks. "Elena…"
She just laughed and pulled him through the crowds. He took in the view from behind and found he didn't mind that at all. A new song was starting as they got to the dance floor and he dragged his eyes of Elena's ass. He also noticed a lot of other eyes just where his had been. He even laughed slightly when one guy's mouth had dropped open as Elena took her position on the dance floor. His girlfriend slapped his face and stalked off.
"Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm…
Raylan wrapped one arm around her tiny waist and they joined a line dance where pretty much anything went. Elena knew most were watching her and she didn't mind putting on a show, but the show was really for Raylan. And he never missed a move. He especially loved the way she would put her arms above her head, snaking them around each other, her palms twisted inward. She would move her body from the tip of her long fingers down the toes of her boots, undulating to a sexy groove to the fast and loud music. She watched him watching her with a half-smile on her face. He stood slightly back, his arm still claiming her around her waist, but he watched as her arms, and breasts, rounded hips tucked into skin tight jeans (oh, my…were those button-flys?), her feet gliding to the music. She reminded him of one of those drawings he'd seen one time in the Karma Sutra where she would be the woman whose body the man wrapped himself around while she kept their bodies moving. And he wanted nothing more right that moment than her body binding them together. Oh, yeah…he was definitely heading towards the gutter.
When the music finally slowed, Raylan felt her arms slide down around his neck, pulling him close. His arm around her waist pulled her close, their bodies touching. Both could feel the dampness of the heated dance floor, which only served to heat their bodies up further.
They drown in each other's eyes as they just stood still and swayed to the music. It was late now and the music would definitely take on a different tone. It was time for couples to pair up and head home, the mood already set for late night loving.
One of Raylan's hands meandered up her spine, barely touching every small bump along the way. He twisted his hands in her long hair and brought her face to his, their eyes still not moving from the others'. The crowd had disappeared and the music was nothing but background to their staccato heartbeats and edgy breathing. Raylan started to move his mouth towards hers when he heard her whisper…"Raylan…"
He stopped mid-motion, his deep drawling voice barely heard over their shared breathing, "Raylan, stop. Or Raylan, don't stop?"
"I think if you stopped right now, I'd have to shoot you."
He grinned and brushed his hands down her body, missing nothing. "Oh, Marshal Gibbs, I'm fairly confident that you are unarmed, but I suppose I'll have to pat you down just to be sure."
"Hmmm" she sighed, "I think the pleasure would be all mine, Marshal Givens."
He laughed loudly and he brought their lips close together again, close but not touching. "I'm pretty sure that isn't true."
"Yes well Officer, I do believe that if you are going check me for weapons, you'd have to look everywhere."
"That's true, you are a sneaky one. You made me miss my shot earlier. I think a strip search might be in order. A dangerous woman like you, I just wouldn't want to take any chances."
Elena gave Raylan a tantalizing laugh, full of promise and lust. "Why don't you just shut up and kiss me?"
An hour later Raylan and Elena's cars were back in their respective parking spaces at the motel. He knocked on her door and she answered, dressed as she'd been at the bar.
"Hello Marshal, what can I do you for?" She stood blocking his entrance with her arm on the door and her hip on the door jam.
He waved a bottle of fine Jim Beam, two glasses, saying "I think we said something about having to check you for weapons, Marshal Gibbs."
"Hmmm…yes we did, didn't we? Why don't you come on in and pour us a drink?"
He licked his lips as he entered the room, and was surprised when she took his hat and had it on her head when he turned to face her.
"Does it fit?"
She adjusted it playfully. "I think it does."
"Well, then," he said as he started to pull her tank top from the top of her jeans, "you can keep the hat on baby."
FIN
A/N: Silly little drabble isn't it? Music in italics is from Trace Adkins, Honky Tonk Badonkadonk and the inspiration for this little quicky. Review!!!