The Path.4
Drabble: 350 words
Genre: Canon
Pairing: Ennis and Jack
Disclaimer: AP created'em, I just play with'em out of love
He was always touchin me. And not light, feathery touches. It just made his day if he could sneak up and smack my hat brim sharply, so it'd fall in the dirt.
You know, I never had nobody to touch me. Not since my mama. I pretended to get mad and chase him; we'd rassle around on the ground a bit. But I had to quit that.
The thing that made me so mad, but him, he just kept on doin it. Was how he'd always come up behind me and yank my shirt outa my pants. He didn't care if I'd just tucked it in. . . he'd pull it out and just laugh his ass off.
It was like having an annoying little brother around all the time when Jack was not up with the sheep. He'd pull that joke where he'd point at my shirt and say, "what's that?!" all worried, like it was a rattle snake or something, and then when I'd look down and say "what?" he'd clip me under the chin. Every time. Every time, I fell for it.
When I'd had enough a that shit, I kicked his legs out from under him and knocked him to the ground, and landed on top of him. I had him pinned and his hands locked above his head in two seconds flat.
His eyes opened wide, and he just licked his bottom lip, you know how he does, and looked at me with those blues . . . he wasn't laughin now.
Neither was I. Alla sudden my mouth was so dry I couldn't hardly swallow and I felt hot. And I was immediately angry so I yelled at him, "You give?!"
I needed to jump up to prove to him that I wasn't playin but it took me awhile to make up my mind about that.
I decided to add "cards", "checkers" and "dice" to my list for when I met the Basque at the bridge.
If Jack Twist likes fun and games so much, I'd see what I could do to 'commodate him!