Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

Fuck You - Smut

Being exhausted was an understatement.

You were beyond exhausted. You could barely keep your eyes open along the road leading up to the Dutton's Yellowstone ranch, but you could see the clock on your dash read eleven fifteen. Originally, you were supposed to get here around six thirty or so, after you stopped by your apartment and changed quickly into the new, navy-blue dress that was still hanging on your shower rod. You had also splurged and purchased a pretty, nude heel to complete your look for Valentine's Day.

Kayce told you to wear something fancy, that he was going to have Gator prepare something special for you both and after he was going to take you out dancing to the one country club John Dutton would be a part of...well, the one club that had yet to kick him out. You both would then come back to the main house on the ranch and enjoy your evening together.

But all those plans changed six hours ago when you were called out to Jim Cannon's ranch to assist with a horse who had fractured its back legs (you were a Vet Tech). That turned into a gun being pointed at your head from cattle thieves who wanted to take advantage of Mr. Cannon and you being preoccupied. They had taken three of his horses and about five cattle, when Mr. Cannon decided to pull his gun and fire, causing mayhem to ensue and two of the thieves being shot along with Mr. Cannon. But then, what seemed like the entire Livestock Agency popped up like daisies and a stand off took place for almost an hour. Kayce had obviously been there, gun pointed at the man who had his gun against your temple. Many more things happened, but you were too tired to remember. Plus, you had on your jeans and a scrub shirt from the hospital because your shirt had been covered in blood as you tried to help Mr. Cannon until the medics arrived. All you wanted was a shower and your pillow.

You were told by the doctor Mr. Cannon would survive, which is where you had left about thirty minutes ago. Kayce had told, more like ordered, you to wait for him at the hospital but you couldn't sit in the chair and smell bleach any longer. Plus, Kayce hadn't touched you since the incident, he barely looked at you. 

You almost were up to the turn off when bright police lights lit up behind you. Pulling over, you heart dropped in your stomach until you saw Kayce step out of the passenger side with his hat one and walk up to your door. You almost didn't roll the window down, but you thought better of it, given that Kayce looked like he was ready to shoot some more people.

"The hell did I tell you?" He snapped, glaring at you.

"What?" You asked as the other truck pulled back out on the road and drove off. It must have been a deputy of Kayce's who drove him after you.

"I said wait at the fucking hospital and I'd drive you home," Kayce's eyes were harsh. 

You stared at him for a moment, taking in all the emotions you were feeling and knowing there was only one way to snap him out of this state he was in. He was in Navy Seal mode, one that terrified you because you knew Kayce was a "take no prisoners" with anything that came at him, even if that meant your feelings.

"Fuck you."

Kayce snapped his mouth shut and his eyes widened in shocked. You never spoke to him like that unless you were terrified.

"W-wait," Kayce tried but you cut him off this time.

"No... fuck you Kayce," You felt hot tears well up in both your eyes. "I've just spent the last however many fucking hours with either a gun pointed at me, pressing down on a bullet wound, or someone yelling at me...I can't take anything else. Especially from you!"

You looked forward and realized your hands were still gripping the steering wheel, your knuckles white underneath the blood and dirt. Your adrenaline had pushed you through this evening, but you didn't have anything left to help now. You could have died tonight; Kayce could have watched you die tonight, and he was concerned with you not being at a hospital?