Otis B Driftwood One Shots: A Never Ending Collection

Restless Souls

Warning - 3 From Hell spoilers, as this one shot follows most of the timeline, and some of the story is woven throughout the fic.

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I met my gorgeous husband at a bar in Ruggsville, Texas on Halloween Eve of 1973 while partying with work acquaintances. I was a regular at the establishment; he was not. In fact, I had never seen him before. His unfamiliarity was what piqued my interest.

Sitting alone in a corner booth, he drank heavily from a whiskey bottle and scoped the crowd. He reminded me of a rugged, middle-aged Jesus Christ. Long gray hair framed his narrow face, and dim light bounced off his striking sapphire eyes, making them gleam like crystals in sunlight. On occasion, he stroked his bushy, untrimmed beard.

I was drawn to the mysterious newcomer like a bear to a beehive full of honey. I wanted to absorb as much information about him as I could. I watched him like a hawk, catching his ever-observant eye while I danced. After a while, he stopped studying the crowd and stared at me as if I was the most captivating succubus he had ever seen.

He seemed to appreciate my overly sexy little red riding hood costume. As I swayed to the music from the jukebox, he followed the flow of my cape and drank in all my curves, which were accentuated in the satin corseted mid-thigh length dress I was wearing.

Once I mustered up enough liquid courage to speak to the Devil in human form, I abandoned my work friends and approached his booth. He ogled me the entire time I sauntered his way. As I stopped in front of him, he bit his full bottom lip.

"Hello, phantom stranger," I said warmly.

His lips curled into a genuine smile, revealing a crooked front tooth and crow's feet. He had to be older than me by at least 15 years, but I didn't care. He had cast a spell on me, and I was wrapped around his magical finger.

"Hey there, mama. Afraid this phantom'll disappear in ta thin air?"

"Somethin' like that, yeah. I've never seen ya b'fore. What's yer name?"

"Otis Driftwood. Yers?"

"Elise Starling."

"Elise Starling," he repeated in a sultry tone. Dragging his hungry eyes over my body, he dampened his bottom lip. "An exquisite name suitable fer a graceful seductress."

His front teeth had a tiny gap, which gave him a barely noticeable lisp I found incredibly alluring. S sounds spawned from behind his lips like a soft hiss from a snake's forked tongue.

"Graceful seductress?" I questioned curiously, ignoring the throb between my legs.

Otis's smoldering gaze momentarily flickered to the dance floor. "The way ya move in yer kneehigh boots; it's elegant, yet provocative. Ta be blunt, it's hot as fuck."

Blushing, I grinned. "Ya like the way I dance, huh?"

"I like a lot o' the things I see. The feelin' must be mutual or ya wouldn't be over here. We've been watchin' each other fer a while now."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Yeah, we have. Ya want some company?"

"Fuck yeah." Instead of motioning to the empty space across from him, Otis patted the spot next to him. "Have a seat."

I slid into the booth without another thought. Immediately, he rubbed my crimson cape between his fingertips.

"I really like yer cape."

"Thanks."

"I got one at home, but it's a brighter red, and it's a heavier material." Peering into my soul, he touched the hollow of my throat. "It buttons from here all the way down to the ground." His fingertip trailed down to my cleavage, which he eyed covetously.