Landmine - Post Malone

21

Dillon is a ball of anxiety. Her hands are shaking and she can't stop sweating. She feels like she is trying to make a meal for the queen of fucking England, although she thinks if she was, she would not be this nervous. She has cooked the T-bone steaks to perfection and the vegetables taste better than anything she has ever made before, but she can't stamp down her anxiety. She feels a little sick when she hears Austin pull up outside the trailer in his truck and checks the steaks again for the hundredth time.

The door opens slowly, and then Austin steps inside, giving her a look as he takes his Stetson off, taking a deep breath. "That smells good, ma'am," he mumbles placing his hat on the table. Her nerves are killing her inside and making her feel a little insane so she grabs the salad and heads for the table. "Go wash up. Dinner is ready," she says not even looking at him. But, he grabs her arm and stops her before she gets past him. "Hello, darlin'," he says. "Sorry. I am nervous," she says, going up on her toes and kissing his cheek quickly before she tries to step past him, but he keeps his grip on her arm and does not let her move. "I ain't seen ya all afternoon. I need more of a hello than that. Please," he hums. Sighing in defeat, she relents and takes a breath, tilting her face to his. He takes the salad bowl from her and places it on the table then pulls her into his arms. "Hello, darlin'," he mumbles again with a grin, then dips his head and connects their lips, kissing her until her knees are weak, and she is a giggling mess. The things he does to her body are insane.

"Hello," she breathes out when he finally breaks the kiss. "You had a good afternoon?" he asks. "No. I am freaking out," she sighs. "Don't freak out," Austin says letting her go and heading for the bedroom. "Don't freak out," Dillon whines under her breath as she pulls a face at the bedroom door once he has disappeared. If they are keeping score around the dinner dramatics, Louis and Austin have won that dam round. She sighs heavily and grabs the salad bowl, positioning it in the centre of the table three times, then goes back to the kitchen and serves four plates.

By the time she has dished up the plates and fussed over the placement of every dam vegetable, Austin is finished showering and she can hear him dressing. She covers two plates with foil and takes a deep breath as she leans on the counter to build up the courage to head over to Louis and Becky to drop their dinner off. She has worked herself up so much. "Darlin'..." Austin hums sympathetically from behind her and then she feels his hands slide onto her hips gently. "I know, I know...I have worked myself up too much," she whispers, almost in tears. He grips her hips a little tighter and turns her around to face him.

"Sit down and start eating. I am just going to run these over to Louis and Becky," she says gesturing to their plates. "I will take them," he hums, dipping his head and running his lips along her neck; she automatically melts into him. "Stop that; the food will go cold," she breathes out as her fingers curl around his large biceps. "I don't care; I ain't happy seein' you fret like this," he mumbles, sliding his hands down around her ass, then lifting her and planting her on the kitchen counter. He has no shirt on and his skin is warm from his shower. He is wearing jeans, though, and that dam belt buckle presses into her thigh - she is fucked when it does that, so she knows she won't willingly push him away.

She knows he knows that, too when he pushes his hips into her thighs a little more. When he dips his head again she is waiting for him and catches his lips in a kiss as she continues to melt with his hands roaming her body. They find the hem of her dress, and then he pulls the material up till he has worked the dress off her. "The dinner, Austin," she moans, it will go cold and then all her efforts will be for nothing. "I don't give a dam," he says, his face pointed as he unclasps her bra and slides it off her. "You will when you try and stomach icy steak," she says then squeaks when his lips close around her nipple. "Fuck," she sighs, giving in to him and sliding her fingers into his hair. He has made her wet and pulse already, she can do nothing but let him maintain control of her.