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Grady knew he was a lucky man. Hell, luck didn’t even come into it - not really. How he’d managed to get you by his side was a miracle to him. He wouldn’t complain though, he was grateful every single goddamn day and he made sure you knew it.
He showered you with affection: gentle touches here and there, soft whispers of love against your skin, stolen kisses whenever and wherever possible. His love language was physical touch. You’d found that out not long after the two of you started dating.
It started with a palm on your lower back, respectful and gentle, testing the waters. The first few days of your courting his touch was gentle. Sweet.
After a couple more dates he grew braver, more assured in the chemistry between you and his hands would find your thighs. Out in public, in the bar, it was his claim. His hand would rest proudly on your dress covered thigh. The first time he was hesitant, unsure on how you’d react, but you’d smiled and nestled closer into his side.
He knew then that you were his.
On one particular bar date the two of you were close to drunk. Your body buzzed with alcohol and from the way Grady’s hand gripped your thigh you could tell he’d felt it too. Your skin felt warm from the drinks and your ears buzzed with the noise from the crowded bar, but your closeness to Grady helped you zone it out.
His palm felt hot on your leg. The side of your body that sat flush with his tingled. The smell of his tobacco and oil from the tank drifted delightfully to your nose. You felt intoxicated in more ways than one.
He did too.
The dress you’d wore showed more soft skin than usual, nothing revealing but enough to tease him on what lay beneath. You were beautiful, you always were to him, but your beauty that night hadn’t gone unnoticed by others in the bar too. Despite his presence beside you men stared shamelessly. You’d noticed it, felt uncomfortable in their gaze and sought out the touch of Grady for comfort.
He quietly seethed beside you and glared ahead, daring any man to even try and approach you as his grip on your thigh tightened.
“Hey,” you told him softly, reaching out to grab his free hand. “Look at me.”
He’d hesitated and gave one last dirty look to a soldier at the bar before turning to face you. His eyes softened and he looked at your slightly drunken face, smiling. “Yeah darlin’?”
“Kiss me.”
He was taken back by your sudden demand, surprise shown clearly on his face. “Yer’ drunk baby.”
“I’m not drunk Grady.” You argued. “I know what I’m doing and I want you to kiss me.”
He’d opened his mouth to protest but closed it when you reached for him, your hand finding the back of his head to pull his face closer to yours.
“I promise I’m not drunk.” Your breath fanned softly against his face as you spoke, “Please.”
You held his gaze confidently as you silently begged. His eyes flickered to your lips and then back again to your eyes after a moment, decided.
“How in the hell am I s'pposed to say no to ya’ girl?”
You grinned triumphantly, “You’re not.”
“Come ‘ere.”
You turned from your position beside him, your knees knocking gently into his, but his grip on your thigh never loosened. Your hold on the back of his head felt more comfortable from this angle, which you used to pull yourself closer.
He moved in first, lips brushing lightly, slow and deliberate, but firm enough to feel the cushion of them pressing into yours.
You smiled into his kiss and tugged slightly on his hair.
He groaned at your action and the parting of his lips allowed you to deepen it, capturing him in an opened mouth kiss. He responded instantly, his soft lips eagerly pressing, pushing and pulling against your own.
His hold on you grew more intense, the hand you’d once held in yours now caressed your jaw while the other on your thigh slid up to your hip, pinching your covered flesh softly and earning a muffled moan from you.
You had yet to care about your surroundings, too engrossed in the feeling of soft lips and wandering hands.
It was his tongue snaking gently against your lower lip that made you reluctantly pull away to breathe, when you noticed you were being watched. “Stop,” you gasped quietly against his lips.
Grady was quick to apologise, fearing he’d done something wrong, but you shut it down before he’d finished.
“No, don’t.” You reassured him, lips still lingering close to his. “I just meant not here.”
He looked for a moment like he’d forgotten where he was, before pulling away to glance around the bar. The hungry eyes that had stared at you only minutes ago now looked to him with jealousy. Grady wanted to laugh. She’s with me assholes.
“Ya’ right sweetheart.” He turned back to you with a smirk before hastily getting up from his seat, knocking the table and almost sending your drinks flying as he did. “Not here.”
“What on earth are you doing?” You squealed as he pulled you to stand with him. An excited giggle escaping your throat as he pulled you flush against him.
“Gettin’ outta here.” He told you, before placing a harsh kiss against your lips that nearly knocked you over had it not been for his hand against your spine. The kiss was short lived though as the minute his lips left yours he was pulling you away from your table.
“Grady Travis, what in the world has gotten into you?” You laughed, trailing behind him as he dragged you towards the exit.
“Just wantin’ to show m'lady some love.” He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Without an audience.”
“Your lady huh?”
He stopped at your words and turned to face you, the suddenness of his movements almost making you crash into his chest.
“Ya’ think you can jus’ beg me to kiss ya’ like ya’ did? Think I wouldn’t notice how ya’ heart pounded when I touched ya’? How hot ya’ got, practically meltin’ into my hands.” He teased. “Yer’ my lady now, girl.”
You laughed, “Oh really? So that’s how it works huh?”
“Damn right it is, and yer’ stuck with me now darlin’.” He told you, smirk softening as he pulled you close, greedy for another kiss.
“You promise?”
“I fuckin’ swear on it.”