Cowboys And Angels

Chapter 6

John walked into the kitchen with Bonnie, shutting the back door behind him, spotting his gloves he rolled his eyes as she grabbed them, he couldn't remember the last time he forgot his gloves. Bonnie grinned as she held them out to him, but as he went to take them she quickly swiped them away.

"Hold on there..." She teased and winked. "... What do I get for giving these to you?" She inquired, biting her lip.

"... You want something? Maybe I should make you give those to me." John said and smirked, suddenly reaching down and picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist, sitting her on the table.

John had to admit, he felt ten years younger... Most of married life was dealing with gang affairs or taking care of the kids, he and Abagail didn't have much time to themselves or time to be by themselves. John was never the romantic but he tried when he could and Abagail wasn't either... Bonnie on the other hand, ever since he had met her she had this unintentional flirtatious way that just... Did it for him, and last night, she had him wrapped around her finger, though she probably didn't know it and he'd like to keep it that way.

She squealed quietly, laughing and wrapping her arms around his neck as he leaned down and kissing her neck, carefully moving her collar out of the way so he could see the deep dark red bruise on her neck. Raising his brows at seeing how dark it was.

"Whoa, I really did a number on you last night." He said, one hand reaching up and running his thumb over the bruise.

"You did." She replied, but she seemed more excited. "You're lucky that I have shirts that cover it." She simpered and blushed.

John then reached a hand up her skirt, pulling her hips against his, hearing her gasp lightly. She pressed her lips against his and she would begin to unbutton his denim vest, however before anything else could transpire a sudden and rapid knock was heard at the back door. Both Bonnie and John gasped and looked at the door before he pulled himself off of her and she quickly hopped off the table and straightening her shirt out before she opened it, seeing Amos standing there, John couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Miss MacFarlane the shop-... What happened to your neck?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

John's eyes widened for a quick moment and he glanced at Bonnie as her face heated up once more.

"W-What?" She asked and Amos pointed at the mark on her neck.

"Right there..." He mentioned.

"Right there... Oh! Oh, I tried a new perfume last night and it didn't agree with my skin is all." She said and John sighed of relief, a good excuse.

"Ah..." Amos muttered but his glare landed on John, there was obvious suspicion in his eyes and John gulped discreetly. "Well, the shop manager is lookin' for ya, he can't find the last shipment of corn." He said and Bonnie sighed but nodded before looking at John and handing him his gloves.

"Thank you, Miss MacFarlane." John said and nodded his head politely as he slipped the leather gloves onto his hands, Amos definitely took note that his denim vest was open but there was no proof that anything was going on.

"You're welcome, try not to leave 'em out on the bench someone might take them next time... I'll take my leave then I'll see you soon, Mister Marston." She said and took her leave, walking past Amos, but when he didn't follow her, John rested a hand on his hips.