Sunflower (Clyde Logan x Reader)

Chapter 27

A/N: I hope this was worth the wait! I went back and forth a lot on this chapter and how I wanted it to happen so let me know what you think:)

Clyde POV:

Clyde didn't have to wait long for his prayers to be answered as you came in through the doors. You made your way inside, sporting a tight dress that hugged all your curves, doing wonders for your body and absolutely nothing for Clyde's self control.

Clyde wasn't sure whether you knew the power you held as you walked in with your hips swaying in that way that drove Clyde mad. As you approached the counter you flashed a smile at him, officially sealing his coffin. He'd do anything for you, he was sure of it.

"Hi, darlin'," he greeted, heart just about beating out of his chest as he tried to focus on your face instead of on the way your breasts were pushed up and together against the bar where you leaned in. Did you know what you were doing? Is it just him or did the temperature rise about ten degrees? 

"Hi, bear," you cooed back, surprising him by leaning forward and treating him to a soft kiss, pleasantly catching him off guard. You were warm and soft and smelled nice, like good lotion or something. It felt exciting to be able to show affection so openly, felt new.

"You want anything to drink, darlin'?" he asked, grinning when you told him "bartender's choice". He had been waiting to show off for you for three months and the time was finally upon him.

Here at the Duck Tape bar Clyde was in his element. He didn't feel hindered by his missing hand and he knew he made some mighty good drinks. "Good choice, sweetheart. One mint julep with peach, as promised," Clyde called out with a wink, feeling confident behind the bar.

He could feel your eyes on him as he prepared your drink with expert ease, flipping the bottle and doing some fancy tricks that made you laugh. Right now it felt like it was just you and him.

As he slid over your drink, his eyes met yours, nervous for a moment to see what you would think. It's not like this was something he'd cooked up himself but he still felt as if he'd be crushed if you didn't enjoy it. You took a small sip, fingers curling around the glass as your lips met the rim.

Your face said it all as you swallowed the cocktail, a faint blush tingeing your cheeks and your face lighting up, corners of your mouth pulled up into a smile. "You weren't wrong, Clyde. This is delicious," you praised, reaching over to put your hand over his prosthetic.

It felt so natural to have you touching him, effortlessly and in public. Clyde lamented for a moment all that he had missed in your first few weeks of dating and then promptly pushed it out of his mind. That wasn't your situation anymore.

"Is this new, bear?" you wondered, tapping his prosthetic with a finger. "Looks fancy."

"Found it when I got home. Seems like the VA finally got back to me," he replied, moving his arm and flexing his fingers for you.

"I like it," you commented, giving him a genuine smile as you played with his robotic fingers, pinching one gently with two of yours. Clyde couldn't help mirroring your contagious joy, once more thinking himself lucky to have ever found someone like you.

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Your POV:

Being around Clyde was already intoxicating, but being around Clyde as he showed off and made you fancy drinks "on the house" was even more than you could have ever imagined. You couldn't stop laughing and grinning and giggling like a teen schoolgirl with a crush, eyes getting slightly glassy and cheeks flushed as you melted under Clyde's unwavering attention.