"Summer Night", a Justified fan fic
This fic takes place before the show, when Ava is 16 and Raylan is 20.
Raylan hated working in the coal mines. Each night, he would come home covered in soot and grime. It felt like he spent hours in the shower, trying to get clean.
At least he didn't have to deal with Arlo's drunk ass tonight. That was one of the upsides of living with Boyd. As far as Raylan was concerned, he had taken his last punch to the face from Arlo. A few months earlier, Raylan had packed his things and moved into a cramped two bedroom shack with Boyd.
He could deal with Boyd, who had a hot temper. But then again, so did Raylan. He stashed all his money in a box in his closet. As soon as he had enough cash, he planned to light out of Harlan and never look back.
He pushed open the flimsy screen door to their house, glancing over his shoulder at Boyd. "You coming in?"
Boyd lit a cigarette, shaking his head. "Nah. There's a party at my brother's house. You wanna come?"
"No, thanks." Raylan shook his head. "I'll see you in the morning." He had been to enough Crowder parties to know that the cops would break it up in a few hours.
"Night, Raylan." Boyd said as he got into his truck.
Raylan closed the door behind him, flicking on the dim kitchen light. He was startled to find Ava sitting there.
He'd known Ava for years, but over the past six months she seemed to pop up everywhere. At parties, on their front porch. She was a sweet girl- an eager to please, feisty, lively, girl. And pretty- no doubt about that.
She sat perched on the edge of his aluminum kitchen chair, her long blond hair knotted into a loose braid. Raylan, like most men, didn't understand all the work women put into looking good. Ava's face was free of makeup except for her soft pink lip gloss. Her blue eyes were big and clear. The bright red halter dress was her best one; the tiny straps and short length showed off her tan. Raylan noticed (despite himself) that the tiny top of the dress hugged her breasts tightly. She lightly kicked her feet, which were clad in new fire engine red stilettos, back and forth.
Yeah, a pretty girl. But a young girl- sixteen. Too young for him. He was twenty, and she was a little girl.
"Ava," Raylan said with a furrowed brow. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wondered if you were going to that party at Beau's." she drawled in her heavy accent.
"No," Raylan said slowly. "I'll probably just turn in early."
"I brought you this," She dangled a glistening bottle of beer between her fingers.
"Thanks, Ava, but I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll see you another time." He stepped toward the door, hoping she would take the hint.
"Are you sure?" She teased, walking a little closer to him.
He moved back uncomfortably. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"It's still cold." She held the bottle out to him.
He sighed in resignation. There was no point in arguing with her. He knew two things about Ava: she was beautiful, and she was incredibly stubborn. He reluctantly took the bottle and took a sip. The cool liquid felt like heaven on his dry throat.
She glanced up at him flirtatiously. "Can I have a sip?"
He arched an eyebrow and handed her the beer. "Where did you get it, anyway?"
"It's a secret." She grinned as she took a sip. "You wanna sit on the porch?"
He drained the bottle dry. "Too damn hot." He paused, thinking. "The fan's on in the living room. Grab another beer and come in there."
Raylan flopped down on the rickety couch, glancing up at the whirring fan. "Here's your beer." Ava plopped down beside him. Raylan took it, watching Ava undo her hair out of the corner of his eye. She fluffed out her hair, which now hung in tiny waves.
He mentally sighed. He knew exactly what she was doing- what she was usually doing when she was around him. Trying to tempt him, trying to draw him in. He always handled her flirting, holding her at arm's length. But it was a hot summer night and they were alone.
"You oughta go home soon." He told her, his gaze dipping low over her dress. He could see the faint outline of her nipples under the tiny dress. He dragged his eyes away, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.He could feel himself harden and hoped she wouldn't notice. "It's late."
"I'm not tired." She said, taking the beer from him again. "Raylan? Are you really saving up so you can become a police officer?"
"Who told you that?" he asked in surprise.
"Boyd."
"Yeah, I am."
"You'll be good at that." She said wistfully, looking a little sad. She knew he would leave. She pressed her face close to his, her hair tickling his shoulder blade.
Raylan looked at her, knowing that the situation was quickly heading into danger territory. "I'm too old for you, Ava." She'd only dated kids her own age. He wasn't a kid.
"No," She shook her head. Her voice was barely a whisper as she pressed her lips to his. "I've always wanted you."
With that kiss, his resolve broke. He found himself kissing her back hungrily. She tasted like beer and Jolly Ranchers. Her lip gloss was sticky on his lips. He ran a hand down her back as she grasped his hair with her fingers.
His hand went over her breast, squeezing lightly. She made a little noise, like a moan. She reached behind her to undo her dress, but Raylan stopped her. "Let's go in my room." He whispered hoarsely, taking her hand and leading her across the dark hall. She liked the way her hand fit in his.
Once inside the little bedroom, Ava untied her dress. She was grateful for the dark, unsure of how her body looked. All she knew was that she wanted Raylan, wanted him more than anything in the world.
Raylan knew there was no turning back now. Nor did he want to. He pulled her down onto the bed and let her tug off his dirty wife beater. He sucked on her soft nipples as her hand worked it's way into his pants. When he felt her warm fingers touching him, he groaned. Ava smiled.
"You're beautiful," was all he could say as his finger lightly pressed against her opening. He rubbed his thumb gently against her clit, pressing harder as her breath sped up in excitement.
"Raylan, please," she whispered, squeezing harder on his dick. "Do you have...a..."
"Yeah," He jerked a condom out of his wallet, rolling it on as his heart thudded like a drum.
Ava threw herself on him, kissing him wildly as they fell back against the cool pillows. Raylan didn't want to wait any longer- he pushed himself inside of her and groaned softly.
Ava dug her nails into his back and closed her eyes as he thrust into her. She wanted to save the moment forever, so she could always look back on it. Her teeth nipped on his lips, her body trembled as his fingers worked on her sensitive clit. And still he kept thrusting, his body covered in sweat.
As he came, he found himself staring at her face. So beautiful, as he'd told her. He laid his head on her chest, breathing heavily. He laid there for a long time before finally pulling out.
Sex always made Raylan tired. He fell back against the pillow and closed his eyes, feeling her hand grasp his as she laid her head on his chest. His last thought before falling into a hard sleep was that her body felt so nice next to his.
Five a.m. came quickly and Raylan woke to a knock on his door. He stared in horror at Boyd, who was standing in his doorway. Boyd glanced at Raylan, then at the sleeping Ava. Raylan jerked a sheet over them both, giving Boyd a testy look.
"Looks like you had a much better night than I did." Boyd quipped as he left.
Raylan hated working in the coal mines. Each night, he would come home covered in soot and grime. It felt like he spent hours in the shower, trying to get clean.
At least he didn't have to deal with Arlo's drunk ass tonight. That was one of the upsides of living with Boyd. As far as Raylan was concerned, he had taken his last punch to the face from Arlo. A few months earlier, Raylan had packed his things and moved into a cramped two bedroom shack with Boyd.
He could deal with Boyd, who had a hot temper. But then again, so did Raylan. He stashed all his money in a box in his closet. As soon as he had enough cash, he planned to light out of Harlan and never look back.
He pushed open the flimsy screen door to their house, glancing over his shoulder at Boyd. "You coming in?"
Boyd lit a cigarette, shaking his head. "Nah. There's a party at my brother's house. You wanna come?"
"No, thanks." Raylan shook his head. "I'll see you in the morning." He had been to enough Crowder parties to know that the cops would break it up in a few hours.
"Night, Raylan." Boyd said as he got into his truck.
Raylan closed the door behind him, flicking on the dim kitchen light. He was startled to find Ava sitting there.
He'd known Ava for years, but over the past six months she seemed to pop up everywhere. At parties, on their front porch. She was a sweet girl- an eager to please, feisty, lively, girl. And pretty- no doubt about that.
She sat perched on the edge of his aluminum kitchen chair, her long blond hair knotted into a loose braid. Raylan, like most men, didn't understand all the work women put into looking good. Ava's face was free of makeup except for her soft pink lip gloss. Her blue eyes were big and clear. The bright red halter dress was her best one; the tiny straps and short length showed off her tan. Raylan noticed (despite himself) that the tiny top of the dress hugged her breasts tightly. She lightly kicked her feet, which were clad in new fire engine red stilettos, back and forth.
Yeah, a pretty girl. But a young girl- sixteen. Too young for him. He was twenty, and she was a little girl.
"Ava," Raylan said with a furrowed brow. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wondered if you were going to that party at Beau's." she drawled in her heavy accent.
"No," Raylan said slowly. "I'll probably just turn in early."
"I brought you this," She dangled a glistening bottle of beer between her fingers.
"Thanks, Ava, but I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll see you another time." He stepped toward the door, hoping she would take the hint.
"Are you sure?" She teased, walking a little closer to him.
He moved back uncomfortably. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"It's still cold." She held the bottle out to him.
He sighed in resignation. There was no point in arguing with her. He knew two things about Ava: she was beautiful, and she was incredibly stubborn. He reluctantly took the bottle and took a sip. The cool liquid felt like heaven on his dry throat.
She glanced up at him flirtatiously. "Can I have a sip?"
He arched an eyebrow and handed her the beer. "Where did you get it, anyway?"
"It's a secret." She grinned as she took a sip. "You wanna sit on the porch?"
He drained the bottle dry. "Too damn hot." He paused, thinking. "The fan's on in the living room. Grab another beer and come in there."
Raylan flopped down on the rickety couch, glancing up at the whirring fan. "Here's your beer." Ava plopped down beside him. Raylan took it, watching Ava undo her hair out of the corner of his eye. She fluffed out her hair, which now hung in tiny waves.
He mentally sighed. He knew exactly what she was doing- what she was usually doing when she was around him. Trying to tempt him, trying to draw him in. He always handled her flirting, holding her at arm's length. But it was a hot summer night and they were alone.
"You oughta go home soon." He told her, his gaze dipping low over her dress. He could see the faint outline of her nipples under the tiny dress. He dragged his eyes away, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.He could feel himself harden and hoped she wouldn't notice. "It's late."
"I'm not tired." She said, taking the beer from him again. "Raylan? Are you really saving up so you can become a police officer?"
"Who told you that?" he asked in surprise.
"Boyd."
"Yeah, I am."
"You'll be good at that." She said wistfully, looking a little sad. She knew he would leave. She pressed her face close to his, her hair tickling his shoulder blade.
Raylan looked at her, knowing that the situation was quickly heading into danger territory. "I'm too old for you, Ava." She'd only dated kids her own age. He wasn't a kid.
"No," She shook her head. Her voice was barely a whisper as she pressed her lips to his. "I've always wanted you."
With that kiss, his resolve broke. He found himself kissing her back hungrily. She tasted like beer and Jolly Ranchers. Her lip gloss was sticky on his lips. He ran a hand down her back as she grasped his hair with her fingers.
His hand went over her breast, squeezing lightly. She made a little noise, like a moan. She reached behind her to undo her dress, but Raylan stopped her. "Let's go in my room." He whispered hoarsely, taking her hand and leading her across the dark hall. She liked the way her hand fit in his.
Once inside the little bedroom, Ava untied her dress. She was grateful for the dark, unsure of how her body looked. All she knew was that she wanted Raylan, wanted him more than anything in the world.
Raylan knew there was no turning back now. Nor did he want to. He pulled her down onto the bed and let her tug off his dirty wife beater. He sucked on her soft nipples as her hand worked it's way into his pants. When he felt her warm fingers touching him, he groaned. Ava smiled.
"You're beautiful," was all he could say as his finger lightly pressed against her opening. He rubbed his thumb gently against her clit, pressing harder as her breath sped up in excitement.
"Raylan, please," she whispered, squeezing harder on his dick. "Do you have...a..."
"Yeah," He jerked a condom out of his wallet, rolling it on as his heart thudded like a drum.
Ava threw herself on him, kissing him wildly as they fell back against the cool pillows. Raylan didn't want to wait any longer- he pushed himself inside of her and groaned softly.
Ava dug her nails into his back and closed her eyes as he thrust into her. She wanted to save the moment forever, so she could always look back on it. Her teeth nipped on his lips, her body trembled as his fingers worked on her sensitive clit. And still he kept thrusting, his body covered in sweat.
As he came, he found himself staring at her face. So beautiful, as he'd told her. He laid his head on her chest, breathing heavily. He laid there for a long time before finally pulling out.
Sex always made Raylan tired. He fell back against the pillow and closed his eyes, feeling her hand grasp his as she laid her head on his chest. His last thought before falling into a hard sleep was that her body felt so nice next to his.
Five a.m. came quickly and Raylan woke to a knock on his door. He stared in horror at Boyd, who was standing in his doorway. Boyd glanced at Raylan, then at the sleeping Ava. Raylan jerked a sheet over them both, giving Boyd a testy look.
"Looks like you had a much better night than I did." Boyd quipped as he left.