Underneath the Tree (gg)

Chapter 1 - Baby, its cold outside!

Summary:
Beth and Dean have finalized their divorce, but Dean had left the house for her to stay. Beth is alone for the night when...
(PS, time cuts are separated by three dashes)

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"Are you kidding me! What the hell! Just work damnit!" Beth struggled as her heater had stopped working suddenly. Dean left with the kids a few hours ago, leaving Beth to fend for herself. At this point, she'd given up and decided to start a little fire. Luckily there was some left over wood in the fireplace from last night, and she actually started a spark. Just as she was probing at the wood, she thought she had heard footsteps outside her back door. The porch light was off, not allowing any field of vision. Beth shrugged it off and made her way into the kitchen, she had started baking a batch of cookies before the heater had broke.

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A little woozy, but conscious, Beth stumbles to her feet from the couch. How much did I drink? Now standing straight, she glances down to find an almost empty bottle of red wine. Just about to clean up her mess, Beth hears the click of her front door. Turning away from her previous viewing of the coffee table, she looks over her shoulder to see a familiar face.
"Hey ma..." Of course, still holding a strong stance despite the nip of the cold, Rio was standing in the foyer.
Beth stood silent, unable to process why he was in her home. Why hadn't she locked the doors? Was he here for business? No, they've been doing surprisingly well. Millions of questions arose from her mind, but not one of them coming to fruition.
"So sudden huh? Didn't expect to see me toni-" Beth cuts him off mid question, as if she didn't hear him. She must have been really drunk.
"Is there anything I could get you? I made cookies!" Beth says this almost too cheerfully. As if he wasn't standing intimidatingly, inching closer with each word they spoke.
Now standing close enough, to the point in which their chests were making contact, "Well ma, business has been doing fine. How about we celebrate a little..."
Beth, taking him up on the offer starts quietly, "I'll get dressed now, be down in five."
As Beth strode up the flight of stairs, Rio watched from a small distance. Up and down, watching her every move.

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Getting out of Rio's car, he led Beth up to their usual spot. His hand on her waist, Beth not protesting, she was still wobbly. Once in the bar, he had lowered his hand to the small of her back, just above her buttocks.
Finally sitting, "Why are you in such a good mood?" Beth asks this with a teasing tone in her voice, drawing a small smirk from his lips.
At first he doesn't respond. He then starts, "I don't know ma, how bout you tell me."
Beth wasn't completely sure what he meant. It couldn't have been about Boland Bubbles, it was running just fine, even after the divorce settled. Dean had still kept it professional. Was that it?
"Hmm..." Beth contemplates, maintaining eye contact and biting her lower lip, "I... I divorced Dean. If that's the reason... I'm not sure as to why."
Rio nods his head, biting his tongue as if he's about to say something. Keeping his thoughts to himself, he scans Beth over with his eyes. From head to toe, slowly, and sensually. Beth was wearing something out of her comfort zone, she hadn't had time to start any laundry, so she chose one of the only practical things she had for the weather. A lacy black slip dress with a low cut in the front, exposing more of her breasts than she would have liked. She paired this with a long winter coat that cinched in the middle, showing her curvaceous figure. This finished with a pair of black knee-high boots.
"Elizabeth, why would I care that you got a divorce?" Rio says this, but his tone isn't degrading nor condescending, it's more playful. Not searching for an answer, he shifts his body so that their legs are touching. Almost intertwined under the bar counter.
Beth glances down to see their entanglement of legs, meeting his eyes again, she begins to take off her coat. It had grown quite stuffy in the bar, as it was a Saturday night.
"Ma, you ain't cold?" Rio making glances from her eyes down to her waist.
"It was actually getting hot, there's a lot of people here tonight." A small smile writhing from her lips. Beth hadn't been used to this much attention. Dean was a buzzkill more than half of the time, and Rio had never shown this much interest towards her. Either he was really drunk, or he had a good day at work. Whichever it was, it worked immensely in Beth's favor. Squirming in her seat, she leaned forward towards the counter, allowing more of her bust to reveal through the low cut dress.
They didn't talk much. Just staring, every once in a while making small comments towards each other. Neither of them were in a bad mood, the night continued on at the bar. Despite the lack of conversation, both were content doing all of the talking with their eyes. Rio began to pull his wallet out of his back pocket, saying nothing. It was getting late, 11:34 pm to be particular. He handed the barista a twenty, and he scooped Beth up by her wrist.

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Nearing the car, Beth had realized that she didn't put her coat back on. Though she was holding it, it was an inconvenience to try and slip it over her arms locked with his. Rio noticed her stance and began leading her to the his car quicker.
Despite the frosty air, Beth had a feeling of warmth rush over her. It couldn't have been externally, he hadn't even touched her, and the air wasn't helping. Instead, it was just the warmth of knowing that she was noticed. Dean didn't give two shits about her since he'd been fucking his little secretaries. Now, Rio has acknowledged her, made her feel sexy. Though no words have been spoken about later in the night, she felt like she was glowing. Rio seemed to notice this too, he looked her up and down once more before leading her to the passenger seat.

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Rio glanced over at Beth, not to look over her this time. He just noticed that she seemed to be impatient, almost crawling out of her skin.
"What's wrong mama?" Keeping his eyes on the road this time.
"... oh it's nothing. I- I'm okay." Sounding breathless, a little too on edge. Not necessarily for a bad reason. Rio didn't let assumptions get the best of him, he shrugged it off and continued the drive. He then glanced at his dashboard, the gaslight was blinking. There was enough to make it to the gas station, so he drove to the nearest one. As they pulled into the parking lot, Beth continued to writhe in her skin. Not completely noticeable, but just enough to the point where she let out a whimper.
"Damn Elizabeth, mind telling me why you so excited?" Rio laughed out, he was growing impatient too. Not for the same reason as her though. He just wanted to know what she was thinking.
Beth let out a small moan-like breath and then gave in, "I want you... Rio," she said this quietly, but still confident in her statement, "Tomorrow's Sunday, you're not busy, right? I know it's late bu-"
She stared at him innocently, unaware of what he was thinking. She'd never actually asked him for it, it always just happened. This is what shocked Rio the most. He nodded, biting his lip. Rio stepped outside the car to fill the gas tank, once finished he rushed back to Beth's house.
As Rio pulled up to Beth's house, they both stepped out of the car, keeping their composure. Again, standing outside his car, Rio stared down at Beth. Almost simultaneously, they tilted their heads to find each other's mouths. Beth letting out a soft gasp as he scooped her up and began carrying her inside, lips still locked.

(Concluding chapter 1. It will pick up from where it left off. So it will include what a lot of y'all read for.)