Prompt: "You said you weren't shy but.…"
This one got a little angsty as the story evolved in my head!
The moon was shining fitfully through the clouds onto the dark landscape of Barden, Texas as the sheriff pulled her truck into a spot outside a diner that was brightly lit with a neon open sign. She hopped down out of the crew cab, then strolled across the lot, boots crunching on the cracked, uneven surface as she shoved one hand into her jeans pocket.
"When are they ever gonna get this shit fixed?" she muttered to herself as she settled her Cattleman hat on her head and pulled the door of the diner open to slip inside.
It was empty except for one other customer, and the night shift waitress, an older woman with kind eyes and a blonde beehive hairdo, strolled to her and leaned on the counter. "Howdy, Sheriff. Coffee?"
"With bacon, scrambled eggs and wheat toast," the younger woman replied. "Thanks, Wanda."
"Alright," the woman drawled as she wrote the order down and tossed it into the kitchen through the hatch. "How ya been?"
"Ok." The sheriff nodded. "It's been quiet… touch wood." She tapped on the laminate countertop with a little grin.
The sheriff's eyes were drawn away then as another waitress she'd never seen before, made her way out of the kitchen. She dropped a plate and cursed under her breath as she rubbed tired-looking, dark blue eyes. Then she got on her knees to pick up the broken pieces, pushing her dark hair back behind her ears as she leaned over. But she blinked as a pair of legs, and a broom and dustpan appeared beside her. "Let me help you?"
"I… don't think you're supposed to be on this side of the counter," Newbie said, lifting an eyebrow as the woman dressed in a white button up shirt, dark blue Levis and brown cowboy boots crouched next to her. She had a gold badge clipped to her belt.
The sheriff just grinned and shrugged. "Ask for forgiveness after we've cleaned up, right?"
"I'm Beca," the brunette said suddenly as she stared into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. "And you are?"
"Name's Slim," the sheriff deadpanned as she straightened and began sweeping.
"Slim?" Beca repeated slowly. "Really?"
Wanda snorted and rolled her eyes. "Don't you pay her never no mind, Beca. That there's Sheriff Chloe Beale."
Beca's eyes widened, and she got to her feet. "You mean… THE Chloe Beale? The woman who caught that serial killer a couple years back?"
"I don't know any other." Chloe smiled as she pulled off her hat, revealing red hair tied in a neatly looped ponytail. "So, I guess I am."
"Holy shit," Beca gaped. "You're a hero."
"I was just doing my job."
Wanda snorted. "Tell that to the brain injury and all them stitches you ended up with."
Chloe just shrugged and knocked on her head with her knuckles. "Noggin's fine. Thank you, Ma'am." Then she winked at Beca. "Mostly." The sheriff ambled back around the counter to take her seat and sip cautiously on her piping-hot coffee. She watched as Beca discarded the contents of the dustpan into a trash can and headed back into the kitchen. Then she looked over at Wanda with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
The older woman shrugged, then came closer and spoke quietly. "She rolled up here a couple nights ago. Said she saw we were looking for staff and she was interested in the night shift."
Chloe nodded and pursed her lips. "Did she say where she came from?"
"No," Wanda replied. She chuckled then. "But she's nice. You should ask her out on a date."
Light blue eyes rolled. "Wanda."
The older woman shook her head. "Come on, Chloe, you haven't dated anyone since…" She stopped talking as the sheriff shot her a warning look and she put a gentle hand on the younger woman's. "You been through a lot, Chloe, I know you have… but maybe it's time for you to get back on the horse, huh?"
"You don't even know if she's gay…"
Wanda chuckled. "Did you not see the way she ate you up with her eyes just then? Boo, Chloe Beale. You're so clueless."
"Am not," Chloe muttered. "I'm just not… ready."
"Ready for what?" Beca asked as she came back out of the kitchen. "Do you need help with something, Sheriff?"
"She needs a date," Wanda said. "Interested?"
Chloe looked shocked for a second but then cleared her throat, refusing to make eye contact with the petite brunette.
Beca lifted an eyebrow. "I might be, but you should probably let her ask me herself, if she wants to."
Chloe was shocked all over again, but she just continued looking down into her coffee mug and didn't say anything as the brunette picked up her breakfast from the kitchen hatch and placed it in front of her.
"Sorry, 'bout Wanda," the sheriff murmured then. "She's known for playing matchmaker 'round here."
Beca chuckled softly. "I meant what I said, Sheriff Beale," she replied. "I'm not shy and... if you ask me out, I'm not going to turn you down. You're drop dead gorgeous."
Chloe couldn't help but smirk. "I do have a brain too," she said dryly.
"Oh, I know," the waitress smiled. "That's one of my favorite things about you." She grabbed a cloth and began wiping the counter down. "I…uh… I get off soon," she added quickly.
Chloe nodded. "Then let me buy you a coffee somewhere that's not here."
Xx
They didn't make it past Chloe's truck and the sheriff gasped through kiss-swollen lips as Beca fumbled her jeans open blindly, pushed her hand into her underwear and slid two fingers inside her. "Jesus..." the redhead groaned as her hands pressed against the cool metal of her truck's door. "You said you weren't shy, but I wasn't expecting..."
The waitress grinned, then silenced the sheriff by kissing her like she was starving while groping her breast inside her bra. "Dude, just let me fuck you."
Chloe groaned, hips thrusting forward to meet Beca's talented fingers and it wasn't long before she was coming around them, her hand gripping the waitress's wrist as she shuddered through the pleasure.
Beca kissed her softly then as she eased her hand back. "You ok?"
A little laugh tumbled from the redhead's chest as she sagged against her truck and buttoned up her jeans again. "Yeah, it's just been a while." There was a flush to her face that made Beca want to kiss her again. "Come back to my place?" The sheriff asked, mindful of the sun coming up and the cars beginning to arrive for the breakfast rush.
Beca gave in to her desire the kiss the gorgeous redhead again and then nodded. "Yeah… yeah, let's go."
The drive was short and when they reached Chloe's house, Beca wanted nothing more than a tour of the redhead's bedroom.
"Coffee?" Chloe asked politely.
"Sure," Beca replied with a smile, and she followed the sheriff into the kitchen.
The redhead was standing at the counter, choosing a K cup to put into her coffee machine when Beca moved closer and pressed against her back, wrapping her arms around her slender waist. She felt the older woman take and release a deep breath and smiled knowingly. The attraction between them was making her want to forgo the coffee and just take the sheriff again right there on the kitchen island.
Then Chloe was turning in her arms and their lips met again. It was Beca's turn to gasp as the sheriff bit her bottom lip and then soothed the sting with her tongue. Then the redhead lifted the smaller woman up to sit her on the counter and kiss her deeply, letting her hands wander down her body.
"Fuck…" Beca groaned as their kiss paused to let them both breathe a little. "You're pretty good at that…"
But the sheriff grinned and put a finger against her lips. "Dude, just let me fuck you," she said, echoing her lover's earlier words.
"Fuck me in your bed," Beca countered, and Chloe just nodded as she lifted the smaller woman and carried her to her bedroom to toss her playfully onto the bed and then straddle her thighs. Beca was still wearing her waitress uniform and Chloe slowly eased the skirt up, running both hands up the brunette's thighs. She leaned down and took the uniform's zip between her teeth, dragging it down to reveal a pair of breasts inside a black lace bra.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, trailing hot kisses down Beca's neck, past her collar bone and along the curve of her right breast as she moved her panties aside to skim her finger over the waitress's clit. "So beautiful."
"Chloe…" Beca moaned, dark blue eyes locked on light blue as she tugged on the redhead's shirt. "Please…"
Chloe nodded and quickly pulled her shirt and bra off, smiling as Beca's hands immediately found her breasts and she leaned up to kiss them. Then the brunette paused as her fingertips skimmed over the scars on the sheriff's abdomen.
"Not real beautiful," Chloe said, somewhat sheepishly and Beca took a moment to look at them.
"You got these from…?" She trailed off as the older woman nodded. Then Beca was pulling her down to kiss her. "You saved those women's lives," she said. "You're incredible… and so fucking gorgeous, Chloe." Her eyes gentled and filled with something that made the sheriff inhale sharply. "And I want you so much right now."
They kissed passionately and Beca took Chloe's hand to guide it between her legs. "Touch me, Baby," she said, eyes half-lidded with arousal and then she groaned softly as the redhead's finger slipped inside her to thrust slowly and deeply.
Chloe was throbbing and she couldn't help but grind her center down on the waitress's thigh in time with her thrusts. It felt so good, and she moaned softly as she dropped messy, wet kisses on her lover's neck. And when Beca came, the sheriff was right there with her, gasping her own pleasure into the brunette's neck.
They lay there together for a while, just holding each other and Beca wiped a tear from her cheek as she blinked back others. "I love you," she whispered, and Chloe raised her head in surprise to look down at her. "I know you don't remember me right now," she added, and the redhead's eyebrows drew together in a confused frown. "I'm your wife, Chloe."
"What… I… No… My wife died…"
Gentle hands cupped the sheriff's cheeks. "No… I'm alive. You saved me from him, Baby, but your head injury, Chlo… you sometimes lose us." She caressed Chloe's cheekbones. "You're not the sheriff anymore, not since… him. We live together in this house, Baby."
The redhead shook her head. "But… Wanda said…"
"Wanda loves us," Beca said softly. "And she helps to bring us back together when… when you're not yourself."
Chloe's eyes grew distant, and she gazed at the shelf across the room for a long moment, studying the framed photograph of herself and Beca, making funny faces together. Then she looked down at her wife. "I'm sorry," she whispered as shattered memories began to slowly reform in her mind. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault, Baby," the waitress said. "And I love you so much. Everything's going to be ok."
Beca pulled her wife down to hold her, savoring their closeness and closing her eyes against the pain of having to do this again for the hundredth time.