Landmine - Post Malone

5

She steps back inside, expecting to feel claustrophobic after spending so much time in the fresh air, but finds herself relaxing even more. The small trailer has become a safe haven. "Up," Austin says slipping his hands under her arms and lifting her onto the kitchen counter. She squeaks in surprise and bites her bottom lip without thinking, splitting it open again. Damit. She had not meant to do that. He had just caught her off guard when he had lifted her so effortlessly and she finds herself wanting to wrap her legs around his waist.

Crazy.

He produces his first aid kit and places it on the counter next to her then inspects her face. He frowns when he sees her lip is bleeding again and shakes his head.  She watches him as he frowns in concentration while he fiddles in the first aid kit and then with her face. He is gentle, but she would be lying if she said her face was not painful. He is leaning into her, his hips snugly between her legs and she hopes he takes his time. She hopes he spends extra time touching her. She moves her leg and hides her smile when she feels that belt buckle of his press on the inside of her thigh. She wants him to touch everywhere. She squeezes her eyes shut. It's been years since she has thought of anything or anyone besides Isla - but, Austin has an effect on her. He distracts her.

"You alright, darlin'?" he asks, pulling back and looking at her; she can hear in his voice that he is worried he hurt her. "I am fine, thank you," she whispers curling her fingers around his belt. She hopes he thinks she does it because she is in pain and not just to keep him close. He casts his eyes over her face then leans in again and continues to fiddle with her wounds. "You need to be softer with yourself, darlin'," he says softly, dabbing her cheekbone gently. "He really did a number on me," she whispers running her thumbs over the rough leather of his belt. Her lip is swollen still and she now has two black eyes from her broken nose. "Luke is an asshole," he says, moving away just far enough to force her to let go of his belt. Her heart drops and she doesn't even know why. 

"I look worse than I did yesterday. You don't even know what I actually look like," Dillon whispers lowering her eyes and picking at a loose thread on his belt when he steps closer again. Austin slips his finger under her chin and lifts her head. "Beautiful...I can tell by your eyes," he says softly. Dillon looks up at him, almost biting her lip open again. He is leaning in so close she can feel his breath on her lips. She curls her fingers tighter around his belt and swallows thickly.

"You alright, darlin'," he mumbles again. She nods, her eyes flicking to his lips. "Go shower," he says suddenly, breaking the vacuum Dillon has found herself in with him. "Oh...yes...of course. Yes," she stutters out, flustered. He steps away from her and she jumps off the kitchen counter and walks off to the bathroom with her heart hammering against her chest. She jumps into the shower and then washes, dries and walks out of the bathroom, peeping her head back into the lounge. Austin is sitting on the couch staring into space, deep in thought, while he balances his hat in his hand. "I am done...if you want to shower," she whispers. His head flicks to her and it looks like he had forgotten she was there for a second by the way he looks at her. "Thank you," he mumbles, standing and placing his hat down on the table carefully. He is so careful with the way he treats that hat. She swallows thickly as he walks towards her and then slips by her into the bedroom and then the bathroom. There's tension between them; it's sexual and has her muscles pulling tight at the thought. She hears the shower turn on and listens to the water pelt down on his body. She can picture the water forming droplets on his skin and sliding down his muscles. She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. What's going on with her? Her head has been clouded with images of Isla for two years, but right now all she can think about is Austin. She has been so lonely for so long. She is all alone in this world - no family or friends. No one. There is not a soul in her corner. "He's got me fucked up," she sighs rubbing her temples. Like any other hot-blooded woman, she is not immune to the charms of a man like Austin. But she has an agenda, a mission, and she can't let him side-track her. She needs to find Isla.