Whitey Winn One Shots

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Whitey yawned at his desk, as usual. Labelle was always pretty peaceful, so not all that much for a deputy to do. And Bill was out of town, so not even anyone to talk to. He considered just going home and taking a nap... or just laying on his desk and passing out for a while. But just as he was about to lower his sleepy head the office door opened up, the sound enough to make Whitey pick up his head,

Y/n made her way into the sheriff's office, basket in hand, closed up tight to hide its contents. She wore her long blue skirt embroidered with sweet desert flowers and a white off-the-shoulder blouse. "Whitey?" She called out sweetly,

"Oh hey, pretty girl! Didn't know ya were comin' by." he smiled widely honey glow in his cheeks already, and he fidgeted to his feet to greet her.

"I figured you'd be a little lonesome." Y/n smiled,

"Ya would be right," Whitey chuckled. "So I certainly ain't gonna say no to a pretty lady visiting."

Y/n giggled, and a dust of blush rose to her cheeks,

"Aww now don't go gettin' all shy and blushin' on me, sweetheart. Ya always so cute when ya do that." He chuckled as he pulled her into his arms.

"Whitey!" She laughed as she squirmed from his grip,

"What ya got there darlin'?" he asked eyes squarely on her basket,

"A few little treats for my busy deputy." Y/n cooed, as she set the basket on his desk. Once she opened it up it revealed, a few bottles of beer, a couple of little fresh sandwiches, and a hot, steamy quail pie.

"Oh! ya are a godsend! Do you know that darlin'?" He cooed, His stomach even growled in agreement, "You didn't need to go through all this trouble for me."

"Well, I like taking care of you." Y/n cooed as he pulled out and opened a beer for him, "Besides, surely it's good practice for when we're married." She smiled cutting him a slice of pie,

"Oh yeah? Can't wait to have this every day." Whitey sat back down took the piece of pie and beer and started to eat. He took a long swig from the beer and sighed happily. He leaned back in his chair looked at her and smiled. "This is just what I needed. Thank ya darlin'." As he took the last mouthful of the pie he continued, "I've just been sittin' here with my finger in my ass doin' nothin' all day."

"Ohh my poor whitey." Y/n cooed, she shifted to stand behind his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders, she began to rub as she started a massage,

Whitey almost groaned, It felt like bliss to have her hands on his back. The tension in his shoulders was being worked out. He leaned forward so her hands could get at more of his back, "Ahhh... That feels damn good.."

Y/n giggled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "My poor whitey, having to do all this work again while bills out of town. He works you too hard. My poor big, strong, man." she cooed mostly just to make him feel better and fuel his ego a little to cheer him up.

"Well, ya aren't wrong darlin'. I suppose with him out of town, I'm practically the boss here." he hummed happily. He leaned back in his chair and let his head rest against her stomach. His hand reached up to take hers.

Y/n nodded, "Acting sheriff almost."

Whitey chuckled, "Yeah, something like that. But ya gotta understand I have a lot of stressful responsibilities now that I'm basically in charge of the law. So it's only right if I get a little massage from my beautiful fiancée every once in a while," he tilted his head to look up at her and gave her a cheeky wink,

"Of course you should, you deserve it for working so hard." She cooed as she made the massage a little more intense,

Whitey groaned, His eyes slipped closed as her fingers worked on the knots in his shoulders. Any stress he had immediately melted away. "God... You've got magic hands darlin'. I don't know what I did to deserve a sweet angel like you..."

Y/n smiled, "Well... you're handsome and sweet, and strong, and skilled. For lots of lovely reasons," she cooed as she kissed his cheek and her hands moved down to massage his stomach.

Whitey's eyes remained closed as he soaked in her attention. "And ya beautiful, sweet, kind... and incredibly sexy." he lifted his head up to look at her again, He started to get turned on at this point. From the way her hands moved across his body and her sweet words. "Hey, darlin'. Pull the shades, will ya?" he said, giving her a wink.

"Oh? Why whitey?" Y/n plaid innocent,

He gave her a wolfish grin and reached up, gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, "Because ya drivin' me crazy with those hands of yours. And I can't have just anybody walkin' in and catchin' me misbehavin' with my fiancée, now can I?" He pulled her down onto his lap. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her close so she straddled him. His lips moved to her neck and planted kisses along it as he spoke. "Ya don't want anybody seein' ya like this.. on my lap in a darkened office. They might get the wrong idea darlin'"

"I suppose they might..." She nodded as her hands trailed up to cup his cheeks, "But I think I'm a little too busy with my handsome fiancee to really care what people think."

"Yeah?" he smirked as he batted his nose on hers like a snuggling cat,

"Yeah." she agreed before their lips met in a harsh and intense kiss.