Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

You're a good man - Part Two - You're a good woman.

Request – The reversal of "You're a good man." - Can you write one where the reader is taking a shower and Kayce comes home angry after a day at the office? He walks in and sits on the edge of the tub and just starts complaining about his day. The reader then tells him to come inside and like cleans him. Like it's romantic but not sexual?

You sat in your car for about twenty minutes. Not because you didn't want to be home, but simply because you didn't have the strength to pick yourself up out of the car and walk inside. You were exhausted, today had drained you almost to capacity.

Working as a nurse in the emergency room wasn't an easy task. No one came in to see you because they wanted to. No one came in to see you for a good reason. No, everyone had a problem. Everyone had an emergency. No one was happy when they saw you.

For the most part, you were used to it. You loved your job, and it was something you were proud to have daily. But every now and then, there was a day that made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

You were the charge nurse for the day shift. While everything usually ran like a well-oiled machine, today the fillings got all out of whack. The folders were out of order, and it backed up booking for upstairs for over an hour. Which meant that doctors were pissed, and they were all looking at you.

You had two nurses call in sick, and you were already short-staffed on good days. So, everyone pulled in extra weight today, yourself included. No lunch and no breaks for you today. You had an old man throw up on you this afternoon from alcohol poisoning. You had a set of parents trying to tell you how to do your job in treating their kid for poisonous oak.

But it all came to a head when you lost a little eight-year-old boy who was in a car accident. His parents died at the scene and even though you and your team did everything in your power, he succumbed to his injuries.

You had lost patients before. You had lost children before...it was part of the job. But right now, there was a man inside the cabin you were in front of who had a little eight-year-old himself. One little eight-year-old that had you wrapped around his finger. And that's all you could think about on the drive home...it could have been Tate. You were lucky Tate was with his mother this week or else you just may have not been able to face him or Kayce.

You shook your head, knowing that if you thought any more on this you would crumble up and bawl your eyes out. You had sent Kayce a text, knowing that you might not be able to tell him in person. Shutting off the engine, you walked inside the cabin. You didn't see Kayce, but you could hear the shower coming from the bedroom.

You knocked on the bathroom door, letting Kayce know you were there. His head turned around from inside the shower and he offered you a warm smile. You didn't return it though, but your lips did quirk up at the corners enough for him to run his hands over his face, getting rid of the soap.

You walked over and sat down on the tub's edge with a sigh. The steam was warming as you kicked your shoes off, rubbing your face.

"You wanna talk about it?" Kayce's voice made you tense and then lower your hands.

He had the shower door open, leaning out some so he could see you through the steamy glass walls. Not that you could see yourself, but you were sure you looked vulnerable right now, hence him asking you if you wanted to talk versus asking you to talk.

"This fucking day," Your voice was hoarse coming out of your mouth.

"C'mere," Kayce nodded into the shower.

"I'm gross," You said, even though you were already standing.

"I'll love you gross," Kayce kept the door open as you walked up to it, and removed your scrubs.

You stepped inside, Kayce shutting the door behind you. The humid air made it hard to breathe for a minute as you stepped under the water, shutting your eyes and letting the stream fall all over you. Both your hands cupped your face, smoothing back over your hair as you looked over your shoulder at Kayce.

He was watching you, giving you some space in the smaller enclosed area. His golden eyes danced across your features and along your tense shoulders.

"H-He was eight," You stuttered, your lip quivering.

Kayce stepped into you, wrapping his arms around your body, and pulling you back into his chest. You felt your body shake with each sob, finally feeling safe and comfortable to let out the heavy emotions you'd been holding for a while today. His hands roamed over your back; lips pressed against your forehead as you tried to make words explain what you were feeling. The water helped drown out most of them.

"Turn around," Kayce whispered into your skin.

He reached over for your shampoo and lathered it in his hands. Gently his fingers scratched your scalp, cleaning your hair from anything reminding you from today. You closed your eyes, the sensation mind-numbing as he washed away the soap. Next, he moved to your conditioner, working it through your ends and smoothing your hair over one of your shoulders.

Kayce pressed a kiss to your other shoulder, his hands holding you from behind. You turned your head into his neck and breathed deeply.

"You smell good," You mumbled.

"Well, I'm already clean, darlin'," Kayce chuckled.

He flipped you around, pushing you back under the water to rinse out the conditioner. Kayce then grabbed your scrubber and doused it in your forest mint body wash. Starting with your shoulders, Kayce scrubbed your skin until there was a pink tint to it, his other hand following it with soothing circles. You let Kayce take care of you, your eyes shut enjoying it.

Soon you were rinsed of all soap and Kayce wrapped a fluffy towel around your body and one around his waist. He reached over to the shirt and boxers he had brought into the bathroom and handed it to you, kissing your cheek before he walked out to grab another set for himself.

You changed quickly, brushed your teeth, and walked back out into the bedroom where Kayce was already in bed. Even though your hair was damp, you crawled under the sheets, thankfully it was summertime.

Kayce opened one of his arms for you to fit into, snuggling up next to him and letting out a deep sigh. Your toes wiggled between his ankles as you settled against him, finally relaxing.

"There's uh..." You paused for a few seconds. "There ain't a lot of good that comes from this job."

"Yes, there is," Kayce said, making you lean your head up to look at him.

"You read my text, right?" You asked him.

"I did," Kayce nodded. "And I can see how you don't necessarily see the good in your job."

"What do you mean?" You asked, slightly confused.

"You don't always see the good," Kayce reached out and smoothed your hair back. "Because you are the good in your job, baby."

You felt your eyes get teary as Kayce kept looking at you with a love-drunk expression on his face.

"I ain't that good, Kace..." You whispered.

"You are," Kayce smiled. "And it takes a certain type of woman to do this job, and still get up the next morning...it takes a good woman to do what you do every day."

You were quiet for a few minutes. Your arms wrapped tighter around Kayce's chest as he pulled you closer to him, your noses brushing.

"I don't think I deserve you," You mumbled, feeling all mushy inside.

You could see Kayce's eyelashes with how close he was to you. Shaking his head, he smiled again at you.

"Maybe not, but you're stuck with me, Y/N," Kayce leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet. It only lasted a few seconds, Kayce knowing you didn't need more tonight, your mind was already full to the brim. Both of you were exhausted, as Kayce settled back against his pillows. A few minutes later, sleep took both of you until morning... when you got up like always.