Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

It doesn't smell like you.

Request - Y/n notices while doing laundry that almost all of Kayce's clothes are worn out, have holes, and are just kind of old from years of wear and tear, so y/n convinces Kayce to go shopping and while they do y/n picks out this sweatshirt that *y/n* loves but Kayce's not too fond of. He gets it anyways and basically gives it to her but she doesn't want it so he says "How about this. I'll wear it to bed for the next 3 nights and THEN I'll give it to you, that way it smells like me."

"Babe? I'm home!" Kayce called out from the front of the house.

"Laundry!" You called back out.

You were sorting clothes in the laundry room off the back of the house. During your process, you noticed a bunch of Kayce's clothes were either worn out or had some type of hole in them. You knew between ranch work and Livestock Commissioner; he was hard on his clothes...but this was ridiculous. You could patch up a few, but when it was almost his entire wardrobe, something had to be done.

"Hey," Kayce leaned over and kissed your cheek.

"How was work?" Your eyes danced across his shirt, seeing if there were any holes in that one from today.

"Fine...what?" Kayce gave you a funny look at how you were staring at him.

"Kayce...you need new clothes," You smiled.

"No, I don't," Kayce shook his head.

You held up a pair of his jeans where there were more holes in them than a teenage girls pair.

"Yes...you do," You laughed. "We can go shopping tomorrow after work. I can meet you in town...where do you want to meet?"

"We don't need to go shopping," Kayce rolled his eyes.

"You have holes in all your clothes!" You put your next load into the machine and followed Kayce out of the room.

"My clothes are fine," Kayce said.

"We're going," You smiled, walking past him.

**

"This is not a clothing store, Kayce," You sighed as he picked out a few pairs of jeans. "This is a feed store."

"That has jeans," Kayce looked up at you. "So, I can get these and make you happy...while also picking up some new gloves and a chain for one of our saws that busted last week."

You rolled your eyes and walked off down the aisle. Your fingers ran along the different items on the one clothes aisle in the whole store. You stopped though when you felt a smooth fabric against your fingertips. You pulled up a sweatshirt that was a simple pullover, a darker gray color to it, and was soft as could be inside.

Your eyes looked over at Kayce who was standing up, the jeans he picked out in his hand as he walked up to you. He had also found three new work shirts to wear either on the ranch or in the office. You held up the sweatshirts to his chest to measure for the right size.

"I don't need that," Kayce said to you.

"It's so soft though," You gushed. "Feel it."

"Why do I need to feel it?" Kayce laughed, pushing your hand away.

"Please?" You asked. "You'll be all cuddly in this."

"That ain't a word, darlin'," Kayce smirked.

"You don't have a gray one," You pressed.

"That ain't helping your cause," Kayce pushed you forward.

You sat the sweatshirt on top of Kayce's jeans in his hand, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. He sighed and caved, walking you up to the front to purchase his items.

**

Later that evening you were brushing your teeth when Kayce walked into the bathroom with the sweatshirt in hand. You eyed him as you rinse your mouth out. Turning off the water you faced him.

"Here," Kayce handed you the sweatshirt.

"I don't want it," you frowned at him.

"I got it because you wanted it," Kayce said.

"I wanted you to wear it," You laughed, trying to hand it back to Kayce who held up his hands.

"But I didn't want it," Kayce turned and walked into the bedroom. "You did."

"I can't wear this," You followed him.

"Why not?" He asked you, pulling the covers down on the bed.

"Uh..." Suddenly you felt embarrassed about your reasoning. "Because it's your size."

"You wear my stuff all the time," Kayce smirked, crossing his arms. "Why don't you want to wear that one?"

"Well," Your fingers playing with the lining on the sweatshirt. "Because you haven't worn it...yet."

"So?" Kayce shrugged.

"So..." You sighed. "It doesn't smell like you, okay?"

"Smell like me?" Kayce laughed. "You tell me I stink all the time."

"When you come in from wrangling all day sure," You smiled. "But not when you're freshly showered, or you've got your cologne on."

Kayce stared at you for a minute.

"That's why you wear my clothes?" Kayce smirked. "Cause they smell like me?"

"I like it," You shrugged. "I know it's silly."

Kayce reached out and took the sweatshirt from you.

"How about this," He pulled it over his head. "I'll wear it to bed a few nights and then give it to you...that way it smells like me."

He wasn't making fun of you or joking as he turned around and crawled into bed. He settled back against his pillows and pulled your side of the covers down.

"You coming in?" He asked you.

You smiled, walking over to his side, and crawling up to straddle his waist. Kayce's hands rested on your thighs, and you leaned down and rubbed your nose against his.

"You're really sweet sometimes," You whispered.

"Don't tell anyone," Kayce smiled.

"Your secret's safe with me," You winked before pressing your lips to his.

You rolled over on to your side of the bed and snuggled into his chest. The fabric of the sweatshirt was soft against your cheeks as you wrapped an arm around Kayce's middle.

"You were right," Kayce mumbled.

"About what?" You asked.

"It's soft," He said, making you giggle.