Landmine - Post Malone

35

Louis and Austin inspect the damage to the truck. It's nothing major, just a few dents that Austin makes a point of pointing out is the very reason sedans suck given the state the black car had been in compared to his truck. He also informs Dillon that she will never drive her car again. It will be sold. When she simply shrugs and says she is fine with driving her own truck Louis snorts with laughter and rolls his eyes as he leads Becky to his truck. "Why does Louis find that funny?" she asks, climbing into the passenger seat when Austin opens the door for her. "Because there is no reason for you to have your own truck when I have a truck," he says. "You will be driving me everywhere I suppose," she says with a sigh.

"Now you may consider yourself a prisoner."

"Austin. You are not serious?"

"Don't be surprised when you wake up handcuffed to me," he says, closing her door, then tapping the window and pointing to the crack in the glass. She sighs and leans back in her chair, turning her head away from him. She knows it's pointless even trying to convince him otherwise, but if she is being honest right now, she is so freaked out by what just happened she might just handcuff herself to him. She also feels guilty as fuck. He had been right the whole time and she had given him so much shit over it.

When he gets into the truck, she climbs over and sits on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. "I am sorry. I should have listened to you," she whispers into his neck. "Look at me," he says softly. Awollowing thickly she sits up and bites her lip as she looks at him. She is in his bad books and is sure she will stay there for a while. "I don't like being the bad guy, baby, and I feel like I have been a pretty big asshole lately given that mouth on ya," he says; she can hear the guilt in his tone. But, it was her that was wrong, she should have listened to him. He has nothing to feel guilty about.

"No. I complain about your stubborn, bullish ways. You are not great at speaking about your feelings, or talking in general, or compromising and you won't change your mind once it's made up. You also click your tongue just to get a rise out of me, and it drives me nuts. Also-"

"I know who I am, darlin', you don't have to list all my faults."

"Oh, no that's just the thing, baby. Those things drive me nuts but I love them. I love everything about you. I didn't ever feel like you were being an asshole toward me, I know you were just trying to keep me safe while I fought back. You will always keep me safe. I gave you a hard time and I am sorry. No one in this world loves me like you do. There is no one in this world I can trust more than you. I never wanted you to stop being the way you are, I would be hurt and offended if you had just let me go to the city without a fight. I would think you didn't care if you had not thrown a tantrum at me going. I just wanted to show you that I could look after myself, that I am not some pathetic petite damsel. It didn't work, and I turned out to be some pathetic petite damsel...do you understand what I am saying? "

"Too many words, baby."

"Oh...um...I love the way you love me. I don't want you to change. I will listen from now on. You were right. I am sorry...you are also very handsome."

"Mhmm. I was right."

"You are always right."

"No. Sometimes I am wrong. I let my fear take over, and it left you feeling caged in. I understand that. We will approach this a little differently from here on out."

"So...no handcuffs?"

"I haven't decided and now that you are back where you belong, safe and sound, you best believe you ain't off the hook for that shit you pulled in the city," he says, letting her move back to her seat and giving her a pointed look. "I know...sorry," she whispers. He grunts and starts the truck, then pulls off and heads home. "The ranch is still another hour away; how were you so close when I called?" she asks, looking out the window. "I was on my way into the city," he says, shooting her another pointed look when she looks at him again. "Oh..." she squeaks and sits back in her chair. He had been on his way to search the city for her when she had ignored his calls. The shit she is in is deep and she doubts he will let her off the hook easily. She will have to be on her best behaviour for the next few days.