Man in a Cowboy Hat
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Title: Man in a Cowboy Hat
Author: ladychi
Characters/Pairings: Raylan Givens/Ava Crowder (Justified)
Rating: Adult: sex and language.
Summary: Ava's always had a thing for men in cowboy hats. Character study piece.
Man in a Cowboy Hat
Ava's always had a thing for men in cowboy hats.
Well.
Honestly?
She's always had a thing for Raylan Givens. The way he never stands straight. The way he covers ground on silent feet and smirks when he takes you by surprise. The way he's just so damned amused by everything around him. The way everything around him pisses him off. He's a good shot of Bourbon. Bad for you. Burns all the way down, settles in your stomach and spreads through your bloodstream til you start thinking that it wasn't such a bad idea to begin with.
She remembered him at nineteen. He'd been thinner then, as impossible as that sounds, but that something in his eyes that could go hard like flint had been there. 'Course, Arlo Givens had been there too, and Ava knew something about having the people that were supposed to protect you beat the crap out of you. It skewed your perception of the world.
She'd been young then -- vaulting over fences and running in cotton dresses to the trailer that sat at the very edge of town to see Raylan on hot summer nights, and when school had been too much. He'd sit in that damned lawn chair, one foot on an ice bucket while he drank a Bud Light, and they'd talk about the world.
He didn't want to be digging coal. She didn't want to be in high school. She figured they were even.
Now, of course, she's a grown woman with a little-girl itch. She gave Bowman Crowder the best years of her life. She'd lain underneath of him and on top of him and sweated in the night, and in the beginning it had been good. And a life had started to grow inside of her, right about the time it had really started to hit home for Beau that he wasn't ever gonna get to leave.
He'd killed her baby. He'd killed her dreams. He'd pulled first, in that way. She'd been justified.
Here Raylan was now. Not Bowman. Her first crush. Her first love. She could smell summer on him. Summer in Kentucky... sweet and hot. Tobacco and whiskey. Sex with the windows open and crickets and grasshoppers singing love songs in the background. She could taste her childhood on his breath... and his fingers reminded her of her womanhood.
They rolled on her bed. Over, under, around...man had patience, determination, and still with that damn smirk as he drove her up and over and let her come down only to drive her up again. She made him curse. She made him grunt. They challenged each other until there was nothing left to do but roll over and close their eyes, replete and satisfied.
She woke in the morning certain of a few things: Sex sure as hell wasn't going to change Raylan Givens -- no matter what he said, he'd be on the next ride out of Kentucky. And when he left? Well, Christ.
That was going to break her fucking heart.
Title: Man in a Cowboy Hat
Author: ladychi
Characters/Pairings: Raylan Givens/Ava Crowder (Justified)
Rating: Adult: sex and language.
Summary: Ava's always had a thing for men in cowboy hats. Character study piece.
Man in a Cowboy Hat
Ava's always had a thing for men in cowboy hats.
Well.
Honestly?
She's always had a thing for Raylan Givens. The way he never stands straight. The way he covers ground on silent feet and smirks when he takes you by surprise. The way he's just so damned amused by everything around him. The way everything around him pisses him off. He's a good shot of Bourbon. Bad for you. Burns all the way down, settles in your stomach and spreads through your bloodstream til you start thinking that it wasn't such a bad idea to begin with.
She remembered him at nineteen. He'd been thinner then, as impossible as that sounds, but that something in his eyes that could go hard like flint had been there. 'Course, Arlo Givens had been there too, and Ava knew something about having the people that were supposed to protect you beat the crap out of you. It skewed your perception of the world.
She'd been young then -- vaulting over fences and running in cotton dresses to the trailer that sat at the very edge of town to see Raylan on hot summer nights, and when school had been too much. He'd sit in that damned lawn chair, one foot on an ice bucket while he drank a Bud Light, and they'd talk about the world.
He didn't want to be digging coal. She didn't want to be in high school. She figured they were even.
Now, of course, she's a grown woman with a little-girl itch. She gave Bowman Crowder the best years of her life. She'd lain underneath of him and on top of him and sweated in the night, and in the beginning it had been good. And a life had started to grow inside of her, right about the time it had really started to hit home for Beau that he wasn't ever gonna get to leave.
He'd killed her baby. He'd killed her dreams. He'd pulled first, in that way. She'd been justified.
Here Raylan was now. Not Bowman. Her first crush. Her first love. She could smell summer on him. Summer in Kentucky... sweet and hot. Tobacco and whiskey. Sex with the windows open and crickets and grasshoppers singing love songs in the background. She could taste her childhood on his breath... and his fingers reminded her of her womanhood.
They rolled on her bed. Over, under, around...man had patience, determination, and still with that damn smirk as he drove her up and over and let her come down only to drive her up again. She made him curse. She made him grunt. They challenged each other until there was nothing left to do but roll over and close their eyes, replete and satisfied.
She woke in the morning certain of a few things: Sex sure as hell wasn't going to change Raylan Givens -- no matter what he said, he'd be on the next ride out of Kentucky. And when he left? Well, Christ.
That was going to break her fucking heart.