Another chapter because I have no patience and I was supposed to start posting days ago.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine, but I do wish they were. When I'm not writing I'm cooking up a scheme to 'rescue' our characters from JE, okay mainly Ranger... A girl can dream can't she?

Chapter 2

Woody POV:

I rolled my eyes after reading the invitation Les had handed me on my way out of the office. I laughed reading it and shoved it into my gym bag. Inside the house, I tossed my gym bag in the corner.

Ava walked into the living room half dressed, getting ready for work. She was looking for something and based on her current attire, it would be the boot to go along with the one she was already wearing.

When she saw me, she grinned. "Hey babe, how was your day?"

I shrugged, letting my eyes roam over her. She was wearing a red sequin low cut crop top and a pair of boot-cut jeans. Her brunette hair was long and silky, hanging down her back.

"I'm hoping it's about to get even better." I smiled, walking over and wrapping my arms around her. She smiled.

"I wish, Mark asked me to come in early. Beth abandoned her shift. He gave me an extra day off for the trouble," she said as I leaned in to kiss her. I nuzzled my nose against hers.

"At least I'll get to see you before I go to work," I answered, kissing her again.

"I'll come home and warm you up," she purred. I chuckled.

"I'm going to be surprised if you don't freeze to death in those clothes." I grinned.

She laughed softly, letting her forehead rest against mine. "I'm putting on another two layers before I leave." She laughed. "I don't fancy freezing to death."

"I'm sure you won't freeze at the bar either." I rolled my eyes.

"Mmm," She hummed, kissing me again. "If I do, I just get to come home to my big, strong, warm boyfriend so he can warm up my cold body."

I growled, nipping at her lip. "How can you do this to me?"

She laughed softly. "I know you don't like me working at the bar, but it helps cover the cost of my classes."

"I don't care where you work, I just hate the idea of other men putting their hands on you. Especially with the way you look," I grumbled. She smiled, tangling her fingers in my hair. I cupped my hands under her thighs and picked her up, she wrapped her thighs around my waist.

"I know. The only hands I want on me are yours, besides the semester is almost over and I've almost got my semester fees paid in full. I won't have any student debts. This job is how I've kept that from happening."

"I know, but I wish you would let me help you."

"I wouldn't let my parents help me pay my tuition, and I'm not going to let you. I want to do this on my own."

"And that's one of the reasons I love you. You're such a strong and independent woman."

She grinned and kissed me again. "I love you, too. Now will you help me find my shoe?"

I laughed and let her down, and we set about searching our apartment. Ava was the only person I knew that could put something in its normal spot and then lose it. Her shoes were always by the door, but she almost always lost one.

"Oh, Lester invited us to a party," I said as I looked under the couch.

"Yeah? What kind of party?" she asked from the kitchen.

"Well, it's his birthday. He and Savannah decide to throw a themed party. They said to come dressed as your spouse," I called back.

"No! Really? Can we go?" she asked from the doorway of the kitchen. "I found the boot."

I got up off the floor and sat on the couch. She smiled. "So can we?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah, what are you going to wear?" she asked.

"Well, I would have to dress like you."

I saw a glint flash through her eyes. "This is going to be fun."

"I don't like that look."

She grinned, walking over and kissing me. "Don't worry, I won't be too cruel."

"What?"

"Did you think I was going to let you pick your outfit, if you have to dress like me?" She grinned. She kissed me again. "I'll see you when I get home."

I sat dumbfounded as she walked out of the apartment. What did I get myself into? Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to mention the party…

The night of the party came, and Ava was in the bathroom getting ready. A bag sat on our bed, she had told me my outfit was in it and to get dressed but I was a little scared. Buckling down I opened it. My jaw dropped; I should have known when she told me to shave everything.

I slipped into the washout cut-off jeans, thankful that she had gotten me a pair that would hold everything in. Pulling on the red sequin top, it showed off my chest and abs. I realized just how good I looked in red.

A whistle came from the direction of the bathroom. Ava stood in the doorway with a sultry look on her face, Eyes taking me in. "You should wear red more often."

I chuckled and let my eyes roam over her. She wore a pair of dark wash bootleg jeans, a pair of square toe cowboy boots, a women's cut flannel shirt and a black felt Stetson.

"You're the woman of my dreams." I grinned. She laughed walking over.

Her hands roamed over my stomach with a sigh. "I'm jealous that the other women there will be able to see all of this."

I felt a tug at my heart. "I'm coming home with you, so you don't have nothing to worry about, Darlin'."

"Good cause I would stomp some bitch if she tried to put her hands on my man," she said with a serious face.

I chuckled and kissed her. "Now you know how I feel."

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's get going."

"I'm gonna freeze my damn ass off." I grumbled as we walked to the door.

"That's the price of being pretty. You're lucky I'm not a woman who likes to wear heels."

I shivered at the thought as I shrugged my jacket on. I helped her into her's and kissed her temple, leading her out the door, I shivered as a gust of cold air hit my bare legs. "Fucking Lester." I grumbled.

A/N: Poor Woody.