Landmine - Post Malone

49

"No."

"Please. They can come out and you know it. You are being overprotective," Dillon says, watching his face darken. Nothing makes him angrier than when she accuses him of being overprotective. But, they both know he is. She has been home for a week, held hostage in this house. The stitches in her side are ready to come out and she needs them to come out for very important reasons - Austin won't touch her while they are in. He is afraid of causing her the slightest bit of pain. So she is on the brink of losing her dam mind and these stitches need to come out so he will spread her out on all surfaces in this house, or she will die.

"Take them out, Austin."

"No."

"I will take them out myself."

"If you do, girl, I won't touch you for a year," he warns, leaning on the kitchen counter, all smug and shit, as he puts a heaped spoon of ice cream in his mouth. He thinks he won this fight? He has not. Dillon cocks her head and steps close to him, her face now also smug.

"Well, rancher...that's not a problem."

"It's not?"

"No. It's not. I can sort myself out," she says holding up her hand and wriggling her fingers. Austin's brows shoot up and then he frowns. "No," he hums.

"Yes. I will take these stitches out myself, and if you threaten to not touch me for a year, I will hold you to that and sort myself out."

"You expect me to watch for a year while you pleasure yourself?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no. You may not watch. But, when you get home every day, you will see my cheeks flushed and my eyes bright. You will know exactly what I have been up to without...you," she says then takes the spoon in his hand, scoops up some ice cream and shoves it into her mouth. By the look on his face, she just won.

"You would not."

"I would," Dillon snips, jutting out her chin in defiance. She may be acting petty and being a brat, right now, but you try living with Austin and not be allowed to touch him. It's just not right and she needs to bring a stop to this madness.

"Girl..."

"Growl at me all you want, you stubborn fool. You don't scare me," she snips dropping the spoon back in his bowl.

"All this just to sleep with me?"

"No. All this just to fuck you."

She swears she hears him squeak.

He puts down the bowl of ice cream with a thud then slides his hands under her arms and lifts her, placing her gently on the kitchen counter. "Shirt off and wipe that smug smile off your face, miss Dillon," he snips as he reaches for his first aid kit. Dillon takes her shirt off but keeps that smug smile firmly on her face. She has gotten her way. This is a victory for all women.

"Just so you know, I am doing this under duress," he grumbles flipping open the first aid kit. "As long as you are gentle," Dillon whispers, and Austin freezes; she can see his anger taking hold as he stares at the first aid kit. "I have and always will be gentle with you," he whispers. She had only been teasing, but some things he is way too sensitive about and does not take lightly. She loves him for it. "Sorry, baby," she whispers. "Mhmm," he grunts then moves to her side with a pair of small scissors and tweezers. She remains very still while he works on her side silently. She feels no pain and knows he is being very careful.

"It will leave a scar, but will lighten over time," he whispers once he is done. When Dillon inspects the nasty red jaggard scars her chin wobbles slightly. Luke butchered her. Then she feels Austin slip his finger under her chin and lift her head so he can look into her eyes.