Disclaimer: The characters, and writing, of Yellowstone belong solely to John Linson and Taylor Sheridan.
Hello again readers, and welcome to our fourth one shot.
Here we have Beth, just having told Kayce off for taking Rip's job and cabin, running to find Rip. I like the idea that there was more than that "there's other ranches rip" moment over the whole ordeal.
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Beth stormed away from the forman's cabin in search of Rip. He had to be going through it with all this "restructuring" her dad was doing. She'd just visited Kayce and gave him her two cents on the situation. He had no business there at the ranch anyway. Kayce was good at hiding away from trouble. It was kind of ironic that the trouble brought him back there, to the very thing he ran from in the first place, taking orders from the person he was so scared of becoming. She wished he'd just leave and go back to his home on the reservation and the wife, and son, he fought so hard for. Beth had encouraged Kayce to go home, she would fight for the ranch and give it to him when it was time. It was hard for her to see what was so special about that place anyway. The only happy memories she had there were with Rip, and what little she could remember of her early childhood.
The air was clear and crisp that night as Beth made her way to the bunkhouse. The full moon and clear sky, full of stars, lit up the barn alley just well enough for her to see. Loud country music and laughter poured from the bunkhouse, and Beth immediately changed course. Rip wouldn't be in there right now. Her eyes scanned the area around her until she noticed a faint glow in the distance, then it clicked. She knew exactly where he was.
Rip took a sip of beer and stared into his fire, but suddenly his attention was directed to some twigs snapping in the distance. He sighed and laid his head back against the tree he had propped himself up on.
"It's just me." The familiar voice came out of the dark.
"Figures you'd find your way out here." He grumbled.
"Don't pretend like you aren't happy to see me." Beth chided, stepping into the fireside glow so he could see her.
Rip looked her up and down with a skeptical grimace. She was wearing a simple black dress with a grey oversized hoodie that was cut off at the waist. He wasn't sure why she was here, but he was indeed glad to see her. He tossed her a Budweiser and she sat down next to him, crossing her legs under her dress.
"I'm sorry about everything that's been going on. It's a load of shit. You don't deserve to live in the bunkhouse." She took a sip of beer and looked out over the family's horse graveyard, reserved for only the most special horses. Rip's first horse, Spark, was buried here. Even Beth knew he had a special connection with that horse. It made sense that she found him here. There were sentimental ties from this place to Rip's first few years living at the ranch. Over the years Beth had learned that Rip had a soft spot in his heart for horses. Hardened to the rest of the world, horses were one of two things he allowed in.
"I guess it'll sort itself out soon enough." Rip finished his beer and opened another, still staring at the fire watching the flames rise, and fall, in the dark.
"That doesn't make it okay." Beth's voice was soft, comforting. He stayed silent, just enjoying her company, not sure if he really wanted to talk. The past month or so life just kept throwing one curveball after another and it was exhausting, but he didn't think she wanted to hear about all that. "I understand if you don't wanna talk. I can go if you would rather be alone." She moved to stand up, but barely moved a muscle before she felt Rip's strong hand wrap around her forearm.
"Stay.", was all he said, his eyes round and pleading. It was all he needed to say. She knew what he needed from her, and she was happy to give it to him. "You look beautiful in this low light."
Beth cupped his face in her hand and whispered, "So do you." She meant it, but they both laughed. Taking advantage of this moment, Rip closed the space between them and pressed his lips to hers for what he meant to be a short, sweet kiss, but when he started to pull away Beth followed. She moved forward, nipping at his bottom lip as she crawled onto her knees. Rip pulled her dress up to her waist so she could straddle his lap, his hands rested on her hips. He sighed at the contact, feeling her soft skin against his calloused hands. His pants grew tighter when he gripped her bare ass. No panties.
Sure they could talk, and he could tell her about the hikers, the bear, the fish and game lady almost dying, or how he was feeling about being demoted. The two of them had been known to sit and do nothing, but talk all night long... but all Rip really needed right now was her.
Beth moved slow, as her lips left his, moving along his jaw to nip at his ear. His
hands were moving up, looking for the clasp of her bra before he realized she wasn't wearing one.
"You sure you wanna do this out here?" Rip asked, feeling embarrassed for not having his own private place anymore for them to go.
"Baby, I'll run naked through these woods if you let me." She whispered against his neck. He could feel her smile against his skin.
He let out a laugh, knowing full well she would run naked through the woods if that's what she wanted to do. "I think I want you right here." Gently, he pulled her lips back to his, and he felt her petite hands unbuttoning his shirt. Without parting their lips she reached down between them and unbuckled his belt. Rip's cock was throbbing against the restrictive jeans. Beth moved to the side so he could slide his pants off along with his boxers, quickly climbing back into his lap. Not rushing a thing, she ran her fingers through his hair, leaving feather light kisses all over his face. Rip felt his whole body relax at her touch. He reached both hands up to cup her full breasts through her clothes, as he left wet, open mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Beth moved her hips just right and he felt her wetness brush against his tip. He groaned against her skin. She giggled and continued to tease him a bit, moving her hips in a circle, making sure he could feel how wet she was for him, but not yet ready to give him what he so desperately craved.
They were good at this, being each other's vessel, keeping each other afloat. If they needed to talk they'd talk, but sometimes just the feeling of their skin against the other's was enough to push the demons away. He'd missed her during the time she lived in Salt Lake. They only saw each other on holidays and he was always left wanting more. Beth was the only woman Rip had ever loved so deeply. She might not know it, or maybe she did, but he knew there was definitely something stopping her from opening her heart. She was always there when he needed her, just as he was for her, but it seemed to stop at that. It was impossible for him to bring up the future with her... their future. Rip was okay with that because right now she was home, in his arms, and right now was all that mattered.
Beth sighed and leaned into Rip, taking his lips with hers again. Their love was equal parts give and take. He was the only man she'd ever experienced that with. He'd been her best friend for so many years. She loved him in a way that she didn't know how to describe, it scared her, so she ran away from it. Mostly she was running from the ranch, from her family, her own feelings, but deep down she was running from this. Happiness. Belonging. Love. It terrified her more than anything. Not a day went by while she was in Utah that she didn't think about Rip, wonder how he was doing, wishing she could see him. So much had been taken away from her, and all of it she had taken for granted while she had it. She felt so conflicted because as scared as she felt, being home, being there with Rip felt so right. Being vulnerable in any way, even with the man who knew her better than anyone was foreign to her, but she was working on it.
Growing tired of her teasing, Rip grabbed Beth by the waist and put her on her back. For the sake of staying warm neither one of them removed any more clothes than what was necessary. Beth hooked a leg around his thigh, inviting him to hover over her. For a moment, Rip was distracted by her bright blue eyes, swimming with desire. She stared right back at him, her hair splayed out across the grass. He brushed her bangs away from her face so they couldn't hide an inch of her beauty. It was rare that he got to take time to just admire her, especially since last time was more of an unthinking, feral fuck. Sometimes nature just took them over, and they would clash into each other like two animals fighting for dominance, but that's not what either of them needed right now.
"What are you waitin' for?" She finally asked, a tinge of whiny-ness in her voice. Stretching up to kiss him, she moved herself closer to his cock, now with both legs wrapped around his thighs. She was practically begging him to fuck her. He pulled himself out of the stupor she put him in just by being her, and gave her what they both needed. Beth arched her back and grasped onto his arm as he entered her.
"Is this what you wanted?" He whispered against her lips.
"Mhm." She whimpered and held onto him tightly with her legs, meeting each of his thrusts with her hips, quickening their pace. Rip slowed his thrusts and she groaned in protest.
He let out a laugh. "You know we don't have to be in a hurry right, Beth?" He nipped at her ear and pushed himself as deep into her as he could, sighing at the feeling. He drew back slowly, knowing he was torturing her. Beth wasn't one to wait for what she wanted. She was going to take it. With a valiant push she tried rolling him onto his back so she could be in control, but he effortlessly caught her arms and flipped her onto her stomach. She huffed and tugged at his grip, silently demanding to be set free. Rip shook his head and laughed. He wasn't afraid to tell her no. It really was too easy to get her worked up. Squeezing her ass in one hand, and bending her leg with the other, he pushed back inside her, hard.
"Oh!" She gasped, and reached back for his hand, as she adjusted again around his thick cock. This time he pounded into her just like she wanted, hitting that sweet spot every time, feeling himself growing close already.
Rip slowed things down, and Beth gave in, enjoying his slow, self assured movements. He leaned in to kiss along the back of her neck, the feeling of his breath against her skin sent a warm shiver down her spine. She arched backward, turning to find his lips waiting for hers. Their kiss intensified the heat between them. Almost involuntarily, Rip's thrusts became fast and erratic. They moaned into each other's mouths, and Beth hooked one leg up, her heel resting on his back. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Rip..." His name fell from her lips in a long drawn out moan. Beth began to feel that familiar climbing feeling in her lower half and quivered beneath him. He felt her tighten around him and let out an audible groan. Suddenly, he decided to pull away, watching for her reaction. Without pause Beth flipped over and asked "What are you doing?" A quizzical look crossed her face.
Rip grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close, pressing his forehead to hers. "I wanna watch you come for me." He whispered, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. She smirked and without a word, reached down, taking his rock hard cock in her hand, guiding him back to her. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made the fire inside her even hotter. Beth propped herself up with one arm, and wrapped the other around his neck. He plowed into her harder than before, their hips clashing together like waves in the ocean.
Rip knew he was close, but he was making sure she got there first. Beth clung to him for dear life, letting this be one of the rare times he saw her let go of everything. In this moment she belonged to him, with him. He was the only person who got to see her this way. Knowing that made him love this moment even more. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he felt her hot breath, panting against his skin. Her nails dug into his back, she gripped her legs tighter around his waist. "Fuck!" She cried out against his neck, digging her nails in deeper as she met her end. That's all it took for Rip, feeling her whole body relax against him.
Beth felt the muscles in his arms tighten, his whole body rigid. She took his face in her hands and her eyes met his. They stared into each other's eyes so deep, Rip was scared he might not find his way back to reality. With a few last erratic thrusts, he spilled his release inside her.
They held onto each other for a little while, catching their breath, before collapsing into the grass. Rip looked up at the stars through the part in the trees and sighed. He didn't know how, but him and Beth always knew what the other needed. Sometimes they needed some tough love, sometimes a softer approach was needed, and sometimes... well sometimes they just needed to fuck. Their interactions, on whatever level, were never forced. It all came so naturally with the two of them.
Rip could already feel the stress leaving his body. He wrapped his arms around Beth and moved them both closer to the fire. She gratefully snuggled close against his chest and relaxed into his embrace. They laid together in silence for so long that Rip began to feel himself dozing off.
"You know..." Beth's voice roused him out of his drowsy state. "I'm sure there are so many more worlds out there in the universe... and there's millions of people on this planet who'd rather be anywhere, but here..."
"Hm." Rip nodded to let her know he was listening.
"I just wonder what makes people think going somewhere new means life isn't gonna follow you? Life is like the grim reaper... just lurking around the corner ready to drop a bomb in the middle of whatever's going on." She rambled on, and Rip chuckled to himself and kissed the top of her head, resisting the urge to tell her how much he loved her. Beth sat up and looked down at him. "I'm going to bed."
Rip sat up as well, a little disappointed, but he also knew they couldn't sleep out here. "Okay." He brushed some hair from her face, and gave her a short sweet kiss. Their lips lingered millimeters apart.
"Come with me..." She whispered to him.
"Beth..." Rip's defeated tone gave her the answer she didn't want. "I really think I need to behave and just keep a low profile right now. I don't wanna know what your dad would do if he caught me in his house with you."
Beth rested her forehead against his and sighed. He was right. He did need to lay low and try not to piss her dad off right now. She of all people knew what he was capable of, and his recent actions hadn't been making the most sense.
They walked together back to the bunk house, and Rip took a deep breath. "I guess it's goodnight." These situations normally led to her sleeping next to him, in his bed, in his house, but that wasn't an option anymore.
Beth pressed herself against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I guess so." She stretched up to kiss him, trying her best to show her feelings through that kiss. It was easier for her than speaking them most times. "I'll see you around, cowboy." She gave him a wink and sauntered off toward the lodge.
Rip stayed where he was for a moment and watched her walk away like he always did, then headed to bed. He knew he would see her around, but he hoped it would be soon.
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I hope you all liked this one. I have fun writing these. I've got a lot more ideas for future chapters, so stay tuned.