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-Sailor

My breath quickened feeling his hand grip me tighter.

"Forrest" I whispered.

"Um…" he mumbled.

I took his hat from his reluctant hands and dropped it on the floor unbuttoning the top button of his dusty shirt. His eyes never left mine and I was beginning to lose hope since his hand hadn't moved. I moved closer to him and rested my cheek against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body meeting my own. Franklin didn't seem so lonely now. I heard him clear his throat so I looked back up at him, his hand not moving an inch. But then just as I lost all hope, he swallowed hard and his other hand reached for the knot I had in my towel undoing it causing it fall to the floor. His hand settled back where it had been before except now, there was no towel. I let out a sigh feeling his touch on my bare flesh. I pulled his cardigan off him letting it drop before rubbing his shoulders.

"Forrest what is this power you have over me?" I whispered as his eyes watched his fingers caress the pale flesh.

"Hmm" he mumbled.

I stood on my toes reaching up and placed my lips on his. His other hand wrapped around my back and pulled me up closer to him.

"What's a big city gal like you want with a country bumpkin like me?" he mumbled, his low rocky voice giving me goose bumps.

"I don't know" I said leaning my lips closer to his, wanting so bad to feel inescapably close to him. I just wanted him to wrap his huge arms around me, pull me into him and just take me. Unfortunately, I knew Forrest wasn't the 'push everything off the table and just take me' kind of guy. Proving my point, I was standing naked in front of him, with his hand on my breast but all his eyes were looking at were my eyes.

"You do something to me Forrest Bondurant…tell me you feel the same way" I whispered, desperately wanting to hear him say it.

"Florence, think about it…I'm standing here aren't I?" he whispered. Then I remembered what everyone had told me ever since I got here. Forrest Bondurant doesn't say a lot, but thinks deeply about everything. I suppose under everything even Forrest was just as raw and exposed as I was.

I smiled and kissed him. There was no reason for him to say it. If he wasn't thinking the exact same thing I was, then he wouldn't be here. His smoky breath filled my mouth as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him into me. I took a few steps back and the back of my legs hit the bed and I fell, pulling Forrest down on top of me. I couldn't help but moan, I needed to feel the weight of a man on top of me and so far Forrest was ticking all the right boxes. Everything in the city was so rushed, but here time just seemed to slow down, especially with Forrest. I hadn't been with a man in so long that feeling his touch on my skin had me nearly finished. I wrapped my legs around his huge waist as he lifted me up to sit on the bed more comfortably. I unbuttoned his shirt more revealing a hairy bulging bed of muscle.

He cleared his throat and I saw his eyes flicker down to my breasts and he pulled his upper lip under with his teeth making me snigger. I pulled his shirt around his huge shoulders and threw it to the side. He took in a deep breath, clearing his throat again before his eyes glanced to the right. He suddenly seemed to tense up, and I got a worrying feeling. But then I felt a hard bulge press against my leg. Forrest doesn't say a lot but his actions speak thousands of words. I ran my hand down his chest and flicked the button on his trousers. My hand found its way down the front of his body and he grunted slightly.

"Hmm"

I leaned up, letting my tongue slip in between his plump lips waiting for him to respond. His tongue tipped off mine which felt like a bullet through my whole body. I felt a pulse radiating from my groin so I arched my back urging Forrest to slip out of his trousers and slip into me.

His hand moved from my breast, down to my hip before I felt his finger rub my clitoris gently. I felt my insides nearly explode.

"Hmm"

I lifted him out and felt him against the flesh of my inner thigh, his eyes keeping contact with mine. He guided himself in with gentle tenderness that a man of Forrest's size shouldn't possess. I let out a small squeal. It had been that long.

"You ok?" he whispered.

"Oh God I am Forrest" I groaned.

My head fell back onto the pillow and I felt him move his hips slightly, the friction sending shivers up my spine. I ran my hands all over his huge body pulling his weight onto me more. I wanted to feel him fully lying on top of me, not holding his weight off me. His hips rubbed against mine trying to get his rhythm going but then I heard three knocks on my door.

"Go away!" growled deep from my chest.

"Deputy?" I heard muffled from the other side of the door.

"Come back later!" I yelled. Funnily enough, it didn't seem to bother Forrest, he just continued moving his hips gently keeping his eyes on mine. It was like he didn't even hear them.

"It's important!"

"Someone better be dead!" I yelled before Forrest's lips cut across me.

"Don't answer it" Forrest whispered into my mouth.

"I'm not" I whispered kissing him.

"Deputy! We got two bodies on our hands!" I heard someone yell knocking on the door again.

"I'm busy!"

"Deputy we need you to come see the scene of the crime…it's our friends the city"

"You're big boys you can handle it! I trust you guys!"

"That doesn't sound like her…" I heard one mumble.

Even though my conversation with my officers should have ruined the mood, it was apparent neither I nor Forrest was about to let that happen. He bit down on the tender flesh of my neck as I ran my fingers through his hair trying to soak up as much of his touch as possible. This was exactly what I imagined life would be like here with Forrest. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead and onto my chest as he quickened his pace.

"Deputy!"

But in a move that was totally unlike me, I ignored them. For once, I didn't care about my job; I didn't care about Franklin's distilleries…

"We also got word about one of them Bondurant stills" I heard another mumble.

That made something in my stomach drop. Forrest looked up at me and I heard him mumble to himself.

"We'll talk about it later!" I squeaked.

I heard them mumble to themselves before I heard their steps fade down the corridor.

"Forrest…"

He lips rested on mine, his eyes hit mine. "I don't wanna talk about work" he whispered.

I nodded, pushing my lips towards his and he suddenly kissed me forcefully and rough, grabbing my shoulders and quickly spinning me around quickly so I lay on top of him. He growled, grabbing my hips and pushed me up and down slowly on him which was killing me. This was a side of Forrest I had never seen, so forceful and vicious and I liked it. Then he grabbed my waist in his death grip and spun me around again making me squeal, throwing all his weight back on top of me, quickening up until the headboard was banging so hard against the wall, I felt bad for the people in the room opposite mine. I closed my eyes, the friction making shockwaves run through my whole body. His mouth opened but unlike every other man I've been with, he was so quiet. But that was just Forrest, and it was a nice change of pace. His eyes expressed every emotion he was feeling.

Forrest's strong hands grabbed the headboard as he pushed me up into it until everything in my body just closed around him and all his weight fell on me once again, leaving me gasping for air.

"Forrest…" I gasped.

But his finger landed over my lips. "Ssh…we don't need to talk right now"

I flicked my sweaty hair out of my face and I felt him inhale deeply. He lifted himself off me lying right beside me. I breathed in deep allowing my lungs to stretch to their full capacity. But I turned over and rested my head on his chest feeling his heart rate slow down along with his breathing underneath my cheek. My hand found his and I entwined my fingers in his. I let out a huge breath and my eyes closed over. His body warmth was mixing with the humid air making me sweat more but I didn't care. It was worth it to wake up with his man holding me close to his chest, finally feeling some sort of warmth and happiness in my cold, sterile career driven life. But then I knew, I would have to go back to the station and talk about shutting down Forrest's stills…and of course I would have to shut them down, that was my job but right now that didn't matter.