Whitey Winn One Shots

Shave

I stood humming my little tune gently Swaying my feet and my dress as I stood washing up the dishes from dinner last night. The water still boiling hot where I had heated it on the fire, the counter a little wet from the dishes. The view from out my window the women working hard to build the church's wooden frame, I had my door open to let more light and more breeze in on this very hot day. The sun shining bright over the hill and mining shaft, reflecting in the windows of the little houses.

"Hello sugar?" The familiar smirk of a voice came from my door way I almost didn't need to look but I turned anyway, Seeing the familiar figure.
His body leant on my doorframe his skinny shape leaning his arm on one side and his hip on the other in an attempt to look less skinny then he was. His brown boots turned the colour of the dust as they stood on the wooden deck of my little house, his tight brown trousers hugging his every bulge and every crevis up to where I imagine his waist was if he wasn't a skinny ruller with no definite waist. His gun belts sat crossing over his crotch so his guns sat one on each hip one belt of course being backwards so he could double draw, his shirt once I believe it was white but that was an awfully long time ago as it now hid under his brown fluffy jumper with only the colour around his neck available to the eye, said jumper saw done up tight with his glimmer golden deputy badge in his front pocket. His slightly suntaned skin of his neck covered in dirt and dust desperate for a wash, the small glimmer of facial hair graced his face even if knowone much liked it but him, his brown eyes watching me sweetly, his blonde and brown hair so dirty I was almost convinced I could grow flowers in it and messy too where he must have been messing with it in this heat. His hat in his hand as well as the pot I send his dinner in yesterday.
"Morning Mr Winn, finally get out of bed?" I asked
"Oi! I've been at work all mornin'" he complained coming in and dropping the pot by my side
"Is it clean?" I asked as he went putting his hat on my table
"Yes I bloody cleaned it" he groaned like a child I opened the pot as I personally had doubts but he did indeed clean it so I put it away and returned to my washing up
"I only asked" I laughed "You know, one of these days you're going to have to start making dinner for yourself?"
"One day" he shrugs
"Soon Whitey, me and Maggie can't feed you forever you know" I remind him
"Umm...maybe I should get myself a pretty little wife and she can cook my dinner for me?" He smirked and I felt his hands on my hips playfully
"Maybe you should" I suggest
"Umm maybe I should" he smirked pulling me closer
"When did you last have a bath Mr Winn?" I asked focusing on my washing up
"Last week" he shrugs and I glared at him as he put his chin on my shoulder "it was last week I swear it was"
"About time to go again I think" I told him
"Umm maybe ya should run me a bath?" He smirked
"I'm busy" I answered "did you have breakfast this morning?" I asked
"No, been in the office all night" he says
"Here" I sighed grabbing an apple from the bowl on my window and handing it to him
"Thanks y/n" he smiled kissing my cheek and leaning on the counter next to me while he ate his apple
"When are you going to get rid of it?" I asked wiping my cheek where he kissed me
"Get rid of what?" He asks
"That thing you're growing on your face?" I explain
"Ya mean the dust?" He asks taking another bite
"I don't mean the dust and dirt, you know exactly what I'm talking about whitey" I said glaring at him again
"I'm not shavin' it y/n" he answered
"Why not?" I whined
"I like it" he says
"You might, anyone in a hundred miles with more then two braincells doesn't" I tell him
"I like it" he repeats with a shrug
"What does your girlfriend like it or something is that why you keep it?" I asked as I finished my washing up and began to dry with my little towel
"I don't know? Do ya like it sugar?" He asks
"Not your girlfriend" I remind
"Why do ya think I keep it?" He asks as he finished his apple
"Well... Are you scared of the razor?" I asked
"Admittedly a little bit, Everytime I try I cut myself so you're not completely wrong sugar" he says
"Is it because bill has one, and the marshal has one? Do you not feel included whitey?" I laughed
"No, all thought the marshal does have amazing facial hair like they tell stories about it" he says
"Is it for getting girls?" I asked
"Y/n? I'm one of the only men in a town full of ladies, and I'm a virgin. If it's for gettin' girls it ain't workin'" he sighed
"You got me" I smiled
"Thought ya weren't my girlfriend?" He smirked
"Oohh Shut up" I sighed flicking water at him
"No, come on sugar, have I got ya or haven't I?" He laughs
"Maybe, if you're good" I explain "if you take a dam bath, and shave"
"I ain't shavin' sugar, I ain't that desperate"
"Shave and I'll suck your dick" I suggest
"Wait... Do ya mean that? Or are ya just liein' to make me shave?" He asks
"I'll do it, I promise" I smiled he looked at me a little confused clearly trying desperately to read my face
"Your serious..." He says more to himself "still no" he says even if he looked like he regretted it the moment he spoke
"I'll let you have sex with me" I suggest nuzzling close to his neck and I could see my meer suggestion had made him hard
"You mean it?" He asks almost groaning
"I will, I'd you shave and have a bath" I tell him going to get started on lunch
"How much of a shave?" He asks
"All of it" I said running my finger playfully across his jaw and chin
"How clean a bath?" He asked
"If I see a spec of dirt you get nothing" I tell him
"Just once or..." He asked
"Just once what?" I asked
"Sex with ya once or... As much as I want?"
"If you've shaves and had a bath you can as much as you like, but the second you come asking without a bath and a clean shave you loose the right forever" I explain
"Anythin' I can't do?' he asks
"Like what?" I asked
"Like positions... Or your butt?" He asked quietly
"Anything you like whitey" I laughed
"So sex with ya as much as I want? Any possition I want? If I have a bath and have a shave?" He asks holding my waist tightly and I nodded "I'll be back as soon as I can sugar" he smirked kissing my head and running out my house like something possested  I laughed and tidied up as I was going to today.

A while later as I was cleaning up from lunch I heard my door swing open and shut quickly after "hey sugar" I heard beside me making me jump
"Ahh! Whitey you scared me" I jumped
"Sorry" he says I looked to him and almost jumped again he looked so different his skin clean and fresh, he smelt like soap and laundry detergent as his clothes had been cleaned too, his hair fluffy and clean and his face smooth without any stuble at all "Happy now sugar?" He asks
"Well you smell better so that's an improvement" I smiled finishing up my washing up "let me see" I smiled drying my hands so he stood up a little more and I looked over his face running my hand down his cheek his skin was so soft and sweet I wanted to snuggle with him the second I felt it
"I think I got it all I did my best" he shrugs "those things aren't the easiest things to use ya know"
"I know" I smiled "still" I laughed pulling him close and letting him kiss me he kissed back instantly his soft lips no longer tickling me with stubble as he wrapped his arms around my waist with almost no room to move moaning into our kiss as he did pulling my hips close so they where against his own till he pulled away
"So... Can I?" He asked
"Alright come on" I smiled holding his hand and tugging him to my bedroom.

I laid in my bed the heat almost to much to handle in nothing but the thin sheet against my skin covering from my breasts to the top of my thigh and little else, Whitey's hand against the small of my back his thumb gently rubbing the skin, his other hand playing with my hair where it wanted to curl from being up all day, his chest against my own the sheet just barely covering his hips and nothing else my hands in his smooth chest and shoulders often rubbing my fingers Along the soft clean skin, it so much paler then his hands and neck where his chest never sees the new Mexico sun, his lips against my own as we desperately kissed, till he pulled back gently smiling at me
"Umm I like when your clean, your so cosy" I smiled nuzzling close to his chest
"I do my best to be clean for my little sugar" he smirked kissing my head and pulling me closer to him even if there wasn't much closer we could get "I need to shave again soon don't I? It's getting stubbly" he says
"A little" I shrug "you can leave it a while if you like whitey"
"What? I thought ya hated my stubble?" He asks
"I do, but... I don't know, as much as I like it all smooth I miss you poking me, and I think you look better with in then without" I smiled
"Do I now?" He smirked pulling me closer
"Umm, you do, you can grow it I'll still sleep with you, as long as it doesn't get too like bill level them I'm fine with it" I smiled
"Sugar trust me it took me three years to get it to where it was im never gettin' to bills level," he explained "so all I have to do is have a bath?"
"Umm so long as you smell clean and your skin is soft and cosy I'll still have sex with you" I smiled
"Well... I won't have sex with ya till I'm allowed to do whatever I want in the bathe department"
"Your going to withold sex are you whitey?" I laughed
"I will" he says
"No you won't" I laughed moving the sheet off me revealing my naked body to him
"I'll bathe I promise" he groans jumping on me and pulling me back to kissing him ...