justdidntseeit | [[ wheelsy, south carolina // saturday night, henenlotter's saddle lounge ]]

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[[ wheelsy, south carolina // saturday night, henenlotter's saddle lounge ]]

[ "we can't cancel, can we?" ]

She threads her fingers with Bill's as she takes his proffered hand.

(Convincing him had been easy; a simple, "It's your last weekend as a free man -- let's go out on Saturday" had gotten an immediate smile and a nod of agreement. The hard part was assuring him they should stay in town instead of driving to Columbia for a night out.)

Gravel crunches beneath her heels as she slides from the cab of the truck.

"S'pretty crowded tonight," he says with a glance around the parking lot.

"Let's hope there's not another rodeo on," she teases, squeezing his hand. She ignores the tight feeling in the pit of her stomach and doesn't let herself double-check for June's car as they cross the gravel lot.

Bill holds the door for her and she ducks inside; the four-piece band stops warming up and the lodge buzzes with the hushed hum of nearly a hundred people.

When Bill steps in beside her, the house lights flash.

"SURPRISE!"

Resisting the urge to bite the inside of her cheek (and stifling a laugh at the hand-painted Welcome Back ~~Sherr~~ Sheriff!! banner), Kate turns to give him a hopeful smile.

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"Guys -- "

"I'm not big on so-shul graces -- "

"No, guys -- "

"Think I'll slip on down t'the OH-OH-AAAAAAASIS -- "

They're lucky Kate doesn't have a Nerf bat.

Or a Louisville slugger.

"Oh, I got frieeeends in lo-oh-oow placeeees."

Bill starts up again but Rudy cuts off mid 'friends' when he glances out the window.

"Hey, that looks like my house."

Bill stops and leans over to see for himself.

"Sure as hell does."

They both turn to look at Kate.

She really wants a pair of earplugs.

"Home sweet home, Rudy."

She cuts the engine and palms the keys.

"Bill, stay put." She brushes her lips against his cheek. "I'll be right back."

She just wants to make sure Rudy gets inside safely.

Bill would protest, but her kiss makes him all sorts of amiable.

Rudy opens the door and tries to step out but can't move from his seat. He struggles a moment then realizes he still has his seat belt on. Grabbing the strap he tries to pull free.

"No, you gotta-- y'gotta click the little thingy. The button, dumbass."

Bill tries to instruct him and Rudy fiddles and finally unlatches the belt.

"We'll see ya later, Bill."

"'Night, Rudy."

It only takes a few minutes to get Rudy inside; before she leaves, Kate reminds him he's on traffic detail in a few hours.

(But she has a feeling he may not make it to the First Baptist Church.)

When she returns to the truck, she can't help but chuckle under her breath to see that Bill hasn't moved from the middle seat; his lap belt is still in place.

"So," she says after she climbs in and turns over the engine, "you want to be close to me, or are you just feeling lazy?"

"You said stay put," He reminds her, leaning over to brush his lips against her cheek. "An' I always wanna be close to you."

"You take direction really well after a couple of beers, sheriff."

Or, in this case, more than a couple.

She gives his knee a gentle squeeze before putting the truck in gear to wind through the quiet streets toward Bill's house.

"You sayin' I don't listen when I ain't a little buzzed."

He's a lot buzzed and he knows it, but if she doesn't already know there's no point in admitting it.

She glances over; his expression causes her to bite her lower lip so she won't laugh outright.

"I'm saying you always behave yourself."

He grins wide and pleased and nods.

"'Course I do."

When they arrive at the house he remembers his seat belt and only fumbles with it a little before getting it unlatched, but hesitates before getting out of the truck.

"Hey, Kate, think you can help me? I mean, I could do it, but my mom might've jinxed me for laughin' at Rudy."

She slides from the truck seat and turns, holding out both hands.

"C'mon."

A beat and a teasing grin.

"You big baby."

"Am not."

He takes her hands and carefully slides down.

"You're the one who spoils me."

Getting himself steady he takes a slow breath and starts to walk towards the front door.

He almost makes it before he trips up on his own feet and hits the dirt on his back. Laughing.

Once he found his feet, she only leaves his side for a millisecond, just long enough to close the door and lock --

"Bill -- "

Standing over him, she shakes her head, caught between a laugh and a facepalm.

Both his hands are resting on his chest and he looks up at her and laughs more.

"What? Lot of stars out tonight, I just thought I'd lay back an' take a look at 'em."

"Sweetheart."

She bends to take both his hands in hers.

"I love you, but you're drunk."

A tug emphasizes her point.

"Am not," He denies, standing up he teeters and uses her to help his balance.

"Well... maybe just a little."

Laughing he starts moving towards the house again.

"Next time you gotta get a little drunk with me."

He squeezes her shoulder then a thought occurs to him that makes him worried.

"You had a good time, didn't you? I'm sorry I didn't spend a whole lot of time with you tonight. I didn't mean to get dragged off an' leave you alone."

They reach the steps and her arm tightens around his waist; she swallows a bemused and who's going to drive us? when concern colors his next words.

"No, Bill, I had a great time."

She turns her head to press a quick kiss to his shoulder as they step onto the porch.

"Besides, this night was for you."

A wide grin replaces the concern and he nods, pleased.

"Good."

He turns his head to kiss her temple, stumbling slightly but keeping his feet.

"It was a good night, but it's better 'cause you enjoyed it, too."

She steadies him with her free hand on the center of his chest, pushing away thoughts of her conversation with Tracie and Amanda.

"Less talking, more walking," she teases as they reach the front door and she wrestles with the lock.

"Let's get you in bed."

"Hey, I can talk an' walk at the same time just fine."

Although, when he says it they've already stopped walking. Leaning against the wall as she opens the door he gives her a slow smile.

"Sure thing, Ms. one-track mind."

That earns a snort and a gentle elbow to Bill's stomach once the door is open.

"C'mon, sheriff."

One hand goes to his belly protectively, then he drapes his other arm around her shoulders and staggers in.

"Home sweet home." He smiles at her, remembering her words from the other night as they head straight for the bedroom.

Her expression softens and she gives his waist a squeeze.

"Yeah."

Once Bill's seated on the edge of the bed, she tugs off his shoes and makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

While she handles everything else he fumbles with his belt. He has it unbuckled by the time she reaches his waistband and he moves his hands so she can untuck his shirt and finish.

"That's the first time we been dancin' ain't it?"

Her hands still momentarily before she untucks his shirt.

"I think so."

She frees the last button and takes a half-step backward.

"You may've impressed me a little."

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