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A father feeds his yearling daughter.
Soon she will be on her own, as the bounty of summer draws to an and.

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Whitetail Doe and her Two Yearlings
William Harper
I can always count on cuddles and an ear to listen to my problems with Nuggetđ«¶đŒ never met a horse that loves to be snuggled as much as he does. If he could be picked up, heâd crawl into your arms.
Yearling No Outbreak AU - Ch. 2: Music
You run into Joel on a night out with friends. A continuation of the Yearling No Outbreak AU found on Tumblr here.
Pairing:Â Joel Miller x Female Reader from Yearling
CW: SMUT! Use of homophobic language; mild canon-typical violence; no use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.
Length: 7.8k
A/N: So sorry this took me a million fucking years to write! One more chapter of these two that won't take me months, I swear. I do fully intend to finish every fic I share publicly - I don't share anything I don't have planned to the end - but sometimes, that clearly takes me a minute. Thank you for being patient with me and for still caring about these two.
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Six Months Later
âYouâre going to have fun,â your sister-in-law, Amanda, said, tugging you along behind her into the bar. âYouâre going to listen to music, youâre going to have some drinks, youâre going to find someone to dance with and youâre going to have fun.âÂ
You looked at her, skeptical.Â
âI donât need to dance with anybody to have fun,â you said. She rolled her eyes. âWhat? Is drinkinâ and music not fun enough for you?âÂ
âDrinking and music are plenty fun,â she said. âBut you need to actually get out there. Seriously.âÂ
You rolled your eyes but followed her inside all the same, spotting your friends Marisa and Julie quickly, Julie standing up in her bar stool, her feet propped on the base of the chair so she stood above everyone else in the bar.Â
âYou said you were going to dress up!â Marisa said as you went in to hug her and give her a peck on the cheek. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
âIâm dressed up!â You said, defensive.Â
âNo youâre not,â Julie said, gesturing at you with her beer bottle. âThat is not dressed up.âÂ
âExcuse you,â you said. âIâll have you know that this -â you gestured to your button down shirt âwas ironed today. And these jeans are clean AND my boots have never seen the inside of a barn. Iâm dressed up.âÂ
âYou have dresses,â Marisa said, her eyes narrowed. âI know you have dresses. Iâve seen you wear dresses.âÂ
âThatâs because I was trying to fuck you,â you said, taking your seat across from her. âI only wear dresses when Iâm trying to seduce someone and ainât no one here Iâm trying to jump into bed with so ainât much point in wearing a dress now, is there?âÂ
âYou could seduce me,â Julie said, waggling her eyebrows at you.Â
âI am not going to try to get my ex-girlfriendâs girlfriend into bed,â you said, reaching out and taking Marisaâs beer from in front of her and taking a sip while ignoring her righteous indignation. You winked at her. âSorry to disappoint.âÂ
âOh I doubt youâd ever disappoint,â Julie said.Â
âJesus,â you rolled your eyes, putting Marisaâs beer back. âAlright, I need my own drink.âÂ
You slipped down from the barstool before anyone had a chance to fight you on it, making your way over to the bar. You ordered a beer for yourself and a rum and Diet Coke for your sister-in-law, leaning against the bar as you watched the stage hands adjust for the next performer, waiting for your drinks.Â
As much as you hated to admit it, Amanda was right. You did need to get out more.Â
You knew she thought you should be dating more and, if you were in her position, youâd probably agree. It had been coming on three years since your husband had died and your romantic life was pretty damn flat. Youâd been out on a handful of dates and had two relationships but none of them had stuck. Marisa had been the closest, the two of you dating for a few months before, eventually, you just decided that you didnât want to settle down again. You just werenât ready.Â
Sheâd understood, and youâd stayed friends. You were grateful for that, at least. A little less grateful for the fact that she seemed to be on a mission to set you up with every single woman she knew, a mission that had only picked up when she got together with Julie. It was like she thought that she couldnât really be happy in a relationship until you were, too. But the friendship was good. She hadnât known you before Mark had died, she wasnât stuck in this strange place the way everyone else you knew seemed to be, walking on eggshells around the too-young widow. You needed someone who treated you like you were normal, ex-girlfriend or not.Â
The bartender gave you your drinks just as the emcee took to the stage to announce the next act.Â
âNext artist has been playinâ here off and on for as long as some of you kids have been alive,â he said as you made your way back to your seat. âHe left us for a bit there but came back a few months ago and we couldnât be happier to have him and his guitar on stage with us again. Please welcome Joel Miller!âÂ
Your jaw dropped as you watched Joel - dedicated father to the girl who had quickly become your favorite riding student and the only man since your husband who had the ability to make your heart stutter in your chest - take the stage, guitar in hand.Â
âThanks for makinâ me feel like an old man with that intro there, Matthew,â Joel said as he perched on the stool, setting the guitar in his lap before adjusting the mic.Â
âWhat?â Amanda whispered, frowning at the look on your face as you set her drink in front of her.Â
âI know him,â you whispered back, sitting beside her. âHis daughter is one of my students.âÂ
âThink weâll start with somethinâ most folks will know,â he said, adjusting the hold on his guitar. âHope you enjoy it.âÂ
It only took you a moment to recognize the opening chords of Iâm on Fire, one of your favorite Springsteen songs. But as you listened, you thought you might prefer Joelâs version, something soft and pensive and almost reflective about it, like someone looking back fondly on youthful indiscretion. You smiled softly at that, letting his music move through you, the sense that you understood him better settling in you as you took another sip of beer. Something else - something hot and wanting - settled inside you, too.Â
It was an almost disconcerting sensation. When your husband died, youâd considered never dating again. You hadnât wanted deep attachment with anybody else, you didnât have a drive to be with anyone in that way. But eventually that shifted. You missed companionship, you missed loving someone and wanting someone, you missed having a person. So you tried but nothing seemed to stick. There was just something that felt wrong about wanting to replace Mark even though, consciously, you knew thatâs not what you were doing.Â
But then you met Joel. You werenât sure why - maybe it was the context of your relationship, maybe it was the fact that heâd lost his spouse, too - but you found yourself wanting to share things with him in a way you hadnât anyone else since your husband had died. Your friendship of sorts had grown out of that, often asking Joel and Ellie to stay for dinner after riding lessons and even going with them to a rodeo once. You liked sharing things with Joel. You werenât sure if that scared you.Â
When the song ended, everyone clapped and just as he started leaning into the mic to talk again, you cupped your hands around your mouth and hollered toward the stage.Â
âGood one, Miller!âÂ
He frowned a little, squinting against the light and scanning the crowd until he saw you. You raised your beer to him and he smiled.Â
âOne of my friends is here, apparently to give me a hard time,â he said. âKnow she loves her some Fleetwood Mac, so this one is for her.âÂ
You recognized Landslide from the first chord and you smiled, not able to help yourself, as he played.Â
âHeâs really good,â Amanda said.Â
âHe is,â you nodded, not able to take your eyes off him.Â
âYou like him,â she said, smile so evident in her voice that you looked over at her, just for a moment, before you scoffed and looked back at Joel.Â
âWeâre friends,â you said, watching him play. âCourse I like him.âÂ
âI havenât seen you look at a man like that since Mark,â she said. âYou like him like him.â
âWhat are we, five?â You waved her off. âDonât be a dumbass.â
âOnly one of us here being a dumbass and it ainât me,â she said, sounding far too self satisfied for your liking.Â
You ignored her, just enjoying Joelâs set for another few songs before he finished and you clapped and whooped for him as he left the stage.Â
Joel put his guitar away and came to find you, smiling almost sheepishly as he did.Â
âYou were amazing!â You said as he came over and stood alongside your spot at the table. âI didnât know you played!âÂ
âThank you,â he said, laughing a little. âAnd yeah, I love it. Thought I was gonna be a singer for a bit when I was young but that went out the window real quick. Happy I get to do this though. Somethinâ about just making something that way, you know?âÂ
âShe does,â Amanda said before you got a chance to respond. âShe plays, too.âÂ
âAnd sheâs really fucking good,â Marisa cut in. âLike so fucking good.âÂ
âYou play?â Julie swatted your arm from across the table. âWhy didnât I know that?âÂ
âShe only plays for family,â Amanda teased.Â
âOr if sheâs trying to get you into bed,â Marisa added and you rolled your eyes. âWhat! Itâs true.âÂ
âAlright, thatâs enough of that,â you said. âJoel, this is my sister-in-law Amanda and my friends Marisa and Julie. You can ignore all of âem, they donât know a damn thing.â
He laughed.Â
âGood to meet you ladies,â he said as the emcee took the stage to announce the next artist. âAlways wondered what this one got up to besides ridinâ.âÂ
âVery little,â Amanda said. âHer kidâs having a cousin sleepover with mine and my husband is holding down the fort specifically so we could get her out of the damn house. We had to drag her out tonight and Iâm going to need to put a gun to her head to get her to dance.âÂ
âNot a gun,â you said, defensive. âJust partner who is worth the trouble dancinâ with, so good luck to ya.âÂ
âThink Iâm worth the trouble?â Joel asked and your head spun to face him so fast it almost shocked you. He seemed shocked, too, looking awkwardly at the ground and palming the back of his neck. âJust⊠you know. If you wanted to dance, ainât like I got someone waiting on me. And⊠Iâd like to dance with you.âÂ
You just looked at him, trying not to smile but you felt the edges of your lips tugging up, anyway.Â
âAlright, cowboy,â you said, taking a sip of your beer. âIâll dance with you.âÂ
Joel smiled and they announced the next performer - a younger kid, maybe college aged - took the stage and awkwardly introduced himself.Â
âIf he plays somethinâ worth dancing to, that is,â you added with a wink.Â
Joel looked to the stage and gave the kid a wave before looking back to you.Â
âOh, he will,â Joel said. âAnyone from here ever hits it big itâll be him, you wait.âÂ
You scoffed, skeptical, but you ended up eating your words, the opening strains of Layla enough to make you shut up and listen.Â
âAlright, cowgirl,â Joel said with a smirk as the kid on stage started on the next song, one you recognized as Hallelujah from the opening chord. âGonna make good on your word or not?âÂ
âCome on,â Amanda elbowed you playfully. âYou did say you were gonna have fun!âÂ
âAlright!â You said, putting your hand in Joelâs outstretched one and ignoring the thrill that ran through you when your skin made contact with his. His long, thick fingers closed around yours and you hoped he couldnât feel your heart racing in your palm. âIâm dancinâ Iâm dancinâ.âÂ
He led you to the dance floor and pulled you gently against his body, his hands finding your waist as you put your arms around his neck.Â
âYou really donât have to do this, you know,â he said as he started swaying with you. âWasnât trying to bully you into it.âÂ
âYou didnât,â you assured him, smiling a little. âJust havenât danced in a while is all. Probably could have used a little bullying, to be honest.âÂ
He nodded a little and you tried to ignore how his body felt against yours. It had been a long time since youâd been this close to a man. Since Markâs death, youâd exclusively dated women. You werenât trying to, necessarily, but youâd always been a little more comfortable with women. It was odd now, having someone big and broad against you, the makeup of his body so unlike your own.Â
âSo, you play?â He asked after a moment of not quite awkward silence passed between you.Â
âYeah,â you smiled a little. âI do. My brother taught me - not the one youâve met, I got another one - and itâs my favorite thing to do besides ride. Though it might be a tie, actually.âÂ
âWell you know what I like to play now,â he said. âSince you were stuck listening to itâŠâÂ
âYou were good!â You cut him off. âAnd I donât bullshit about that, you were. Really.âÂ
âStill,â he said. âTell me, what do you like to play?âÂ
âI mean, bit of everything,â you shrugged. âBut I love Heart, the Runaways, Veruca Salt⊠I love a good guitar part but I love it more if a woman played it.âÂ
âShould tell Ellie about that sometime,â he said, smiling fondly. âBeen teachingâ her to play. Sheâd get a kick out of hearing about woman rockers from a woman.âÂ
âHappy to spread the good word,â you smiled back.Â
You just danced with him then, in not quite awkward silence, your faces close together. Close enough that you could smell him, the pine scent of fresh cut lumber and understated spice of cologne and something that you couldnât place but just felt good. Safe and warm and comfortable.Â
You found yourself looking in his eyes more than youâd really intended to, the sense that - in spite of the room full of people around you - it was just you and him there, swaying with the music.Â
âAlways liked this song,â you said eventually, looking up at Joel.Â
âHm?âÂ
âHallelujah,â you said. âAlways liked it.âÂ
âMe too,â Joel said, his eyes searching yours. âItâs⊠itâs beautiful. Always thought so.âÂ
The song ended and you just stood there in his arms, watching him as his hands slipped up your body to trace over your arms and you wanted to kiss him then, more than youâd wanted to kiss someone since Mark.
âWhy donât we pick things up a little?â The kid on stage said, pulling you out of your own head before he started playing again, the crowd whooping and hollering. You laughed and pulled your eyes from Joelâs before he took your hand - as if by habit - and led you back to the table.Â
âWas that so bad?â Amanda teased as you got back to the table.Â
âOh she really hated that,â Marisa winked at you. âI could tell.âÂ
âIâm gonna ask both of yâall to fuck off,â you said sternly, smiling a little as you did.Â
âAnd if we donât?â Marisa taunted.Â
âIâll make you fuck off,â you said.Â
âOh I bet you will,â she smirked.Â
âHow about I get you another beer?â Joel said, before Julie had the chance to gang up on you, too.Â
The kid on stage played another song - well enough that you were starting to think you needed to come to more shit like this - before taking his bow and the emcee came up to introduce the next artist just as Joel returned with your drinks.
âOur next performer is new to Austin but boy are we excited sheâs here,â he said. âGive a warm welcome to Rachel Simmons!âÂ
Joel turned to face the stage and clap as a young woman with close cropped hair dressed a lot like you were went for the mic, her guitar in hand and a guy just behind you that you hadnât really noticed before groaned.Â
âAlways gettinâ a bunch of these types around here,â he said, loud enough that everyone around you turned to look at him. âLike we need any more of that.â
âAny more of what, exactly?â Marisa asked, brows raised.Â
âYou know what I mean,â he said, looking between Marisa, Julie and you.Â
âBaby,â Julie took Marisaâs arm. âLetâs notâŠâ
âAfraid I donât know what you mean,â you said, slipping down from your barstool and facing him. âWhy donât you explain it, friend?âÂ
âWe donât need more of that kind around here,â he said, not backing down.Â
You felt it then, in the little half second of clarity you got before some form of righteous rage took over and you acted on instinct. Your blood was hot, body tensed like a coiled spring.Â
âWhat. Kind.âÂ
âProbably best to step away,â Joel was at your back but - when you looked toward him, ready to fight him, too - he was speaking to the man, not to you. âBefore we have a problem.âÂ
âSee?â The man looked toward his friend. âLike I said, we donât need any more loud mouthed dykes.âÂ
You threw the punch before you even paused to consider, hard enough and fast enough that the man ended up stumbling back, clutching at his face as a bubble of space formed around him, no one else wanting to get caught up in his trouble.Â
âSorry, what was that?â You stalked up to him, shoving him as he tried to right himself. He straightened but you swung again, catching him on the other cheek this time. âDonât think I heard you right you inbred, white trash, motherfuckingâŠâ
He moved to swing back but Joel stepped between you, the manâs fist making contact with Joelâs chest and not moving him an inch. Joel shoved him back.
âNow I know you didnât just try and punch a woman,â Joel prowled closer and you just stayed behind him, panting for breath.Â
âShe punched me first!â The man yelled, leaning around Joel to gesture angrily at you.
âAnd Iâll punch you again!â You yelled back, about to launch yourself at him but Joel put his arm out, stopping you. âMake this whole bar watch you get your sorry ass whooped by a loud mouthedâŠâÂ
âYou can leave,â Joel said, cutting you off and still holding you back. âOur I will make you leave. Know the owners here donât take too kindly to folks like you, ainât gonna be me or her getting in trouble.âÂ
âCâmon man,â the assholeâs friend said, putting a palm to his chest. âAinât worth it.âÂ
He looked like he considered it for a moment and you almost wished he wouldnât listen, that heâd throw another punch and you could beat the shit out of him. But he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped back.Â
âDonât wanna drink at a fuckinââŠâÂ
âWatch your words,â you said, voice dark, hand already curling into a fist. âHate for you to get knocked out between here and the door.âÂ
âDonât wanna drink here anyway,â he spat âhereâ like it was the slur he meant and left, looking back over his shoulder at you.Â
âBetter fuckinâ go,â you muttered as he left and realized just how quiet the bar had become, how every eye in the place was trained on you. Your hand throbbed.Â
âWell, that was somethinâ,â the emcee said, the woman behind him clutching her guitar. He looked to her. âYou still up for playing for us?âÂ
âYeah,â she said, settling in to play. âThink we all could use a little music after thatâŠâÂ
She started playing closer to fine and you flexed your fingers, trying to see if youâd broken anything.Â
âHey,â Marisa said, suddenly beside you, taking your face in her hands, her eyes searching your face. âYou OK, baby?âÂ
âIâm fine,â you said, smiling a little, and she pulled you into a hug, holding you tight.Â
âYou really shouldnât have done that,â she said. âI should have just kept my mouth shut andâŠâÂ
âAnd if you didnât say anything, I would have,â you said, giving her a little squeeze before stepping back from her. âSomeone needed to say something and lord knows I canât shut the fuck up. You OK?âÂ
âYeah,â she sniffed and nodded before she sighed. âI dunno, maybe we should just get out of hereâŠâÂ
âNo, fuck that,â Julie said, coming up and slipping an arm around Marisaâs waist and kissing her shoulder. âWe are going to stay and weâre going to listen to music and we are not going to let that backwards bigot ruin date night. Got it?âÂ
âGot it,â Marisa smiled a little.Â
âWanna dance it out, baby?â Julie asked.Â
Marisa laughed wetly.Â
âYeah,â she said. âLetâs dance it out.âÂ
You watched them go to the dance floor, smiling a little, before looking down at your hand, flexing your fingers again and wincing as you did. As the adrenaline started to fade, your knuckles hurt more. You must have caught him right on his chin with one of the blows, your skin split and bleeding.Â
âOw,â you said to yourself, not really out of pain but because it seemed like you should.Â
âShould probably get that cleaned up,â Joel said, making you jump a little. Youâd almost forgotten he was there.Â
âYeah,â you said, looking around and realizing that Marisa and Julie had dragged Amanda onto the dance floor, too. You deflated a little. âShit, I came with Amanda, I donât want to make her go, tooâŠâÂ
âMy house ainât far,â Joel said and you looked at him, brows raised. âI mean, just⊠You know, I got first aid shit there, can get you patched up pretty easy. Bandaged up my kid brotherâs knuckles enough times, Iâm pretty much an expert.âÂ
âYou wouldnât mind?â You asked.Â
âCourse not,â he said. âSeems like the least you can do given how kind youâve been to Ellie and me. And if anyone deserved a punch to the face it was that asshole, donât seem right to let the person who did the punching suffer.âÂ
âAlright cowboy,â you smiled a little. âLetâs go.âÂ
He grabbed his guitar and put his hand in the middle of your back, guiding you out to his truck in the parking lot.Â
âHere,â he said, and before you had a chance to do it yourself, opened the passenger side door.Â
âWell ainât you a gentleman?â You said, hopping up in the seat.Â
âWhat can I say,â he smiled a little. âMy mama raised me right.â
Joelâs truck was almost surprisingly clean. Not that he seemed like a particularly messy guy but youâd expected him to have stray receipts or a few empty water bottles lying around. Instead, the cab was almost immaculate, the truck more than a decade old but well cared for, with a dashboard that shined and clean carpets. But there were little hints of his life there, too. There was a sticky note over the radio that said âPortfolio Monday!!!â and a purple butterfly dangling from his rearview mirror. You smiled at that, reaching out and delicately tracing the outside edge of it as Joel got in the driverâs seat.Â
âDidnât take you for a butterfly guy,â you said, looking at him as he started driving.Â
âOh, yeah,â he smiled a little - a crooked one that youâd call cocky if you didnât know any better - and chuckled. âMy oldest, Sarah, made me that when she was a kid. Loved butterflies. Still does, helped her put in a little butterfly garden at her place last spring. She keeps telling me I should get rid of that but you know how it is when itâs somethinâ your kid made you. Donât matter if it was 25 years ago, you keep it.â
You smiled a little, thinking of the misshapen vase that Savvy had made you at school for Motherâs Day when she was in second grade and how she groaned anytime you took it out of the cabinet.Â
âWell, if youâre not tormenting your kids, whatâs the point?â You said.Â
The two of you were silent for a moment and you let yourself look at him - really look at him. He was strikingly beautiful person, with his strong jaw and aquiline nose and thick hair. There was something about looking at him that just made you feel good, like you did when you looked at an artistic masterpiece or played your favorite piece of music.Â
âThanks for stepping in back there,â you said after you texted Amanda to tell her that youâd find your own way home and a few minutes had passed. âIâm⊠Well, my parents always just said I was a hot head but I can get myself in trouble when I donât reel it in so⊠Thank you.âÂ
âCourse. Like I said, he deserved it,â he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. âSorry if itâs not my place and if Iâm overstepping by askinâ but⊠Seemed like you took what that asshole said real personal.âÂ
âI mean,â you shrugged. âMarisaâs my ex-girlfriend, her and Julie are my friends. Not gonna just let someone say that kind of shit about them or me. So yeah, I took it personal.âÂ
Joel just blinked for a second, seemingly frozen otherwise and you laughed.Â
âWhat?â You asked.Â
âNothinâ,â he said quickly. âJust⊠you know⊠you were married to a man so I thought⊠I mean I know not everyone⊠uh⊠comes out before they settle down butâŠâÂ
You laughed again, saving him from himself.Â
âIâm bi, Joel,â you said. He looked quickly over at you and then back to the road. âThat means I like men and women and everything in between or outside. Much more interested in the person than whatâs in their pants.âÂ
Joel nodded slowly, like he was processing for a moment.Â
âProbably should have thought of that,â he said. âIâm not the most⊠familiar with all of that. Iâve been learninâ more ever since Ellie told me how she feels. Never had a problem with any of it, âcourse, everyone should get to love and live how they want but only knew one couple who wasnât straight before - actually, youâd probably like Bill, heâs a hot head, too - so I just didnât pay much attention andâŠâÂ
âJoel,â you cut him off. âIâm not offended that you thought I was straight or that you didnât know what to do with the fact that Iâm not. Itâs OK.âÂ
He pulled into his driveway and he tried to get to your side of the truck before you opened the door yourself, frowning a little when he found you already standing.Â
âNow how am I supposed to keep being a proper gentleman if you donât let me?â He asked, small smile on his face. You just rolled your eyes but couldnât help smiling a little in return. âCâmon, letâs get you fixed up.âÂ
Joelâs home felt like him, too. You moved slowly once inside, trailing along behind him as he put his keys and wallet on the small table by the door and took his guitar out of the case and set it on the stand in the living room, turning on lights as he went. It was tidy and warm, comfortably lived in and well loved and thoughtful, with wood-paneled walls and plush leather couches and paintings that were definitely more than hotel room style bullshit on the walls.Â
âHere,â he said, jerking his head toward a doorway. âKitchenâs this way. Get that rinsed and iced before anything else.âÂ
âThanks,â you said, following him. The kitchen was cozy and clean, with a few pans on the drying rack and the quiet hum of the dishwasher finishing its dry cycle. There was a breakfast nook, with a gallery of family pictures on the wall behind it that you resisted the urge to go look at, instead following Joel to the sink.Â
âHere,â he said, running the water and testing the temperature. âGimme that hand of yours.âÂ
You held it out and he took it gently in his much larger one. He brushed his thumb below the split skin, looking you over.Â
âDonât think you broke anything,â he said, looking up from your hand to your face. âJust gonna be sore.âÂ
âIâve had worse,â you smiled a little. âI do get thrown off horses for a living.âÂ
He chuckled a little.Â
âSuppose you do.âÂ
He cleaned up your hand, treating you so delicately it was almost shocking. He was so large and strong - cords of muscle obvious where his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows - that you knew he had to make a conscious choice to be gentle. Your heart beat a little faster with that knowledge - with the thought that he was choosing to be gentle with you.Â
Joel made you an ice pack next, wrapping the Ziploc in a kitchen towel to keep the cold from being too harsh on your skin, before going to get the bandages.Â
You took advantage of the time alone to look at the gallery wall, taking in each photo individually. Joel, when he was decades younger and a little girl who looked so much like Savvy on his shoulders it almost knocked the wind out of you - Sarah, you assumed. Joel with another man who looked a lot like him - his brother, you figured - and the girl who looked like Savvy on a rafting trip. Joel and a woman in a knee-length white dress holding a bouquet of flowers, his arm around her waist, a proud smile on his face. Tess, you guessed, but she looked nothing like Sarah and you suddenly felt this odd kinship with a woman youâd never met before. Joel was such a dedicated father and - from what he said of Tess and Ellie - you knew she must have been like a mother to Sarah, too, all because she chose to love someone who already had another person they loved more than anything else in the entire world. She, too, chose to step into a family that already existed and love them and look after them. You smiled, a little sadly, at her image, mourning for someone you didnât know.Â
âThatâs Tess,â Joel said from behind you and you looked over your shoulder to find him there, his arms crossed over his chest, smiling a little.Â
âShe was beautiful,â you smiled a little in return before looking back at the wall.Â
âShe was,â Joel said, coming to stand alongside you. âSheâd have liked you.âÂ
âYeah?â You asked, looking up at him.Â
âYeah,â he said. âShe was tough as fuckinâ nails, didnât take shit from anybody. She had some corporate job that I wasnât smart enough to understand but she had those assholes under control. Always glad I wasnât on the wrong side of her. Well, usually wasnât, anyway.âÂ
You laughed a little at that and Joel smiled wider.
âLike I said. Sheâd like you.âÂ
âThatâs Sarah?â You nodded at a picture of her with a soccer trophy, smiling hugely with one of her front teeth missing.Â
âThatâs her,â he smiled. âMy pride and joy, that kid. Her and Ellie are the best things I ever did.âÂ
âDoes she live around here?â You asked.Â
âDallas,â he said. âHer husband got a job up that way but we get to see her about once a month or so. Sheâs married, got a little one of her own now - heâs about to turn two, named him Joel for some reason - and sheâs the band instructor at a high school.âÂ
âTook after her daddy,â you smiled at him.Â
He chuckled.Â
âSuppose she did.âÂ
You followed Joel back to the sink and he cleaned the cut with alcohol, making you wince, before carefully bandaging you up. You flexed your fingers carefully, making sure the bandage was secure.Â
âThanks,â you smiled. âThink youâve saved me from dying of infection from whatever was growing in that fuckerâs beard.âÂ
âProbably somethinâ real nasty,â Joel smiled a little back. âCouldnât afford to risk it.âÂ
You snorted, trying to ignore how warm your skin seemed because he was close to you, the way your heart fluttered.Â
âWe could head back to the bar,â he said. âOr⊠if it ainât too weird⊠I got beer andâŠâÂ
âNot weird,â you cut him off. âI like beer.âÂ
He pulled two bottles of Shiner out of the fridge and opened them, passing you one, and you asked to see more of the house. He showed you around, putting Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers on the record player and stopping at the music room. He showed you his guitars and - when he insisted - you demonstrated some of your skills before you told him about how Mark had gotten you a dulcimer for the last birthday the two of you had shared and how you were having fun figuring out what all you could do with that instrument. There were more pictures - including one big one from a Christmas where the whole family was together and everyone looked so happy it made your heart ache. Eventually, the two of you made your way back to the living room and you stopped at a painting, one that had struck you even from afar when you first came in the house: a moose and a deer with mountains in the background.Â
âEllie painted that,â Joel said, sounding proud.Â
âReally?â You said, looking over your shoulder at him before looking back at the painting. âItâs beautiful, sheâs incredibly talented.âÂ
âShe really is,â Joel agreed.Â
âHave to see if she can make me somethinâ like this,â you said, leaning in even closer to it, eyes tracing over the gentle arc of the doeâs neck. âI really love the deerâŠâÂ
Joel chuckled but tried to hide it and you frowned, turning to face him.Â
âWhat?â You asked.Â
âNothinâ,â he coughed, clearing his throat. âDonât⊠donât worry about it.âÂ
âClearly something,â you said. âCâmon, tell me.âÂ
âWellâŠâ he looked to consider it for a moment before shaking his head and sighing a little. âYou gotta promise to not hold it against me.âÂ
âOK now you really gotta tell me,â you smirked, setting your bottle of beer on a nearby side table and putting your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. âSpill, Miller.âÂ
âYou may not know this about yourself,â he said, wincing a little as he said it. âBut⊠when you get real worked up about something - excited or mad or something - your eyes get real big. You were pissed as hell when I first met you and your eyes were about the size of dinner plates and you reminded me of a deer⊠Bambi, to be exact.âÂ
âBambi?â You laughed, raising your eyebrows. âI reminded you of Bambi. A baby deer.âÂ
âOnly with the eyes!â He said, defensive but laughing a little, too. âBut, you know⊠Bambiâs a lot stronger than people give him credit for. Sarahâs little boy likes that movie and that little deer survives a whole hell of a lot, fights off another deer and a bunch of hunters. Bambiâs tough. More people should be like Bambi.âÂ
âBambi,â you shook your head a little, smiling. âI like it.âÂ
âGood,â Joel said, stepping a little closer to you. âThatâs⊠thatâs good.âÂ
âYeah,â you said, and you stepped closer to him, too. Close enough that your chest brushed his when you breathed. Your eyes searched his, almost hoping to see some reluctance there but found none. âI think so, too.âÂ
And before you could think better of it, you kissed him.Â
***
You were kissing him.Â
Joelâs heart raced.Â
You were kissing him.Â
It was like every other thought heâd ever head just flitted right out of his mind because you were kissing him.Â
Heâd thought about this moment far more than he was proud of.Â
Joel was struck by you the first time he saw you and it had only gotten more intense since. Seeing you befriend Ellie and help her become more and more confident on a horse, watching how you loved and cared for your animals, getting to know your biting humor and taste in music and fiery passion for so much. He had always been drawn to strong women and there you were, running your own ranch, breaking horses and beating men at their own damn game. And then you were so fucking beautiful it seemed like he could pass hours just looking at you and never get bored, just be happy for the privilege. How the hell was he not supposed to fall for you? What hope did he have?Â
Until tonight, heâd resigned himself to be silent about it. His feelings were his problem, not yours. Ellie adored you and your daughter, you were the exact kind of role model he wanted for his child and he liked you - not just in that he was attracted to you but as a friend, too. Joel didnât have many friends. He wasnât about to put all that at risk just because he had feelings for someone for the first time since Tess died.
Then you danced with him. You danced with him and you looked in his eyes and you let him take you home and bandage your damaged knuckles and you tasted a little like mint below the hops from the beer on your tongue and he had to do something more, he had to.Â
Your arms were around his neck and your body arched into his, all soft and pliant against him and he moaned into your mouth as his hands found your waist.Â
You pulled away the tiniest bit then, your eyes searching his.Â
âThis OK?â You asked, a little breathless.
âYeah,â Joel said, breathless, too. âYeah, itâs⊠fuck, this is way more than OK.âÂ
You smiled at that, your eyes wide but soft.Â
âWhereâs Ellie?â You asked. âShe gonna be home anytime soon?âÂ
âSchool trip,â Joel said. âWonât be back until Sunday.âÂ
âGood,â you smiled, almost cocky, at him. âBecause I still havenât seen your bedroom, Miller.âÂ
âWell,â Joel said, his voice low. âCanât have that, can we?âÂ
He kissed you again before leading you up the stairs to his room.Â
Joel tugged at your shirt when the two of you got there and you let him untuck it from your jeans, his fingers working clumsily at the buttons as yours pulled at his belt buckle. The two of you undressed each other like teenagers would, quick and fumbling, casting clothes aside and leaving them strewn across his floor and fuck, you were beautiful. Fucking gorgeous.Â
Once you were both naked, you kissed him and turned him so the backs of his legs found the end of the bed and you nudged him down onto it.Â
âIâŠâ he panted, looking up at you from his spot on the mattress. âShit, I shouldâve said somethinâ sooner but I⊠I donât exactly got a condomâŠâÂ
âItâs OK,â you said, eyes wide and hungry. âDonât need to worry about knocking me up.âÂ
You straddled him, the heat of your bare, slick pussy tantalizingly close to his cock.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, looking down to see where your bodies were aligned. He breathed heavy for a moment, trying to keep from losing his head but he was failing. He looked back to you. âYou sure?âÂ
You just nodded, grinding yourself against his length, making him moan, your eyes locked on his face.Â
âGoddamn,â he said, looking back down and stroking himself before you rose up on your knees, aligning your warm, soft heat with his cock. He looked up at you then, your hands on his shoulders as you lowered yourself onto him. He groaned as you took him, your tight channel stretching over him. He held your waist, watching you as he filled you totally, until every inch of him buried inside of you. âFuck, you feel good, so fucking good.âÂ
You just moaned in response, looking down between your bodies to where you were joined, panting for breath. After a moment, you pushed him down onto his back and planted your hands on his chest. You looked him up and down, eyes wide and, for half a moment, he thought you looked uncertain. But, before he had the chance to ask, you started moving over him and he was lost in you.Â
The rise and fall of your hips were mesmerizing and he was nearly overwhelmed by just watching the motions of your body. The way you ground yourself down against him when he was fully inside you, the way you curved and arched as you rode him, the flex of your muscles and the stretch of your skin and the bounce of your breasts, he couldnât seem to even wrap his mind around the idea that there was anything that existed outside of you and him together.Â
It didnât take long that just watching wasnât enough, he needed to be able to touch and feel you. He sat up and you let him, your arms going around his neck as his hands ranged over the soft, smooth skin of your back, one rooting at the base of your spine to hold you in place as he fucked up into you and your hips stuttered as you groaned, his mouth against your neck.Â
âFuck, Joel,â he could feel the movement of your throat against his lips when you spoke, the flutter of your pulse below your skin. âIâm gonna come, youâre gonna make me come, IâŠâÂ
âDo it,â he damn near growled it, digging his fingers into your skin as he pressed himself deeper, harder. âMake yourself come on my cock, thatâs it, fuck!âÂ
Your pussy clenched tight on him for a moment before throbbing around his length and he looked up at you - your eyes so wide, your pupils blown - before he kissed you, hard and needy, your legs locked tight around him.Â
He took advantage of you being lost in orgasm to adjust you, moving you so you were on your back on the bed and he was between your thighs and fucking down into you as your orgasm eased. Joel looked down over you, memorizing your naked body - the shape of your breasts and curve of your hips and the scars he was sure came from years of ranching - before you rolled your hips up against him, your hand finding the curls at the nape of his neck and he groaned.Â
âThink you might be tryinâ to kill me, woman,â he said and you smirked.Â
âKnow what they say,â you said. âSave a horse, ride a cowgirl. You gonna ride me or not?âÂ
âDepends,â he said, heart pounding in his chest. âThink you can gimme another one?âÂ
He ground himself against you deep inside, his body working your clit as he did and you groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.Â
âAtta girl,â he smirked a little. âGonna take that as a yes.âÂ
Before you had a chance to respond, he started fucking into you again, hard and fast and finding the place in you that made your thighs grip him tighter and your nails dig into his skin. He kissed and sucked his way over your chest, cupping the soft fullness of your breasts and pulling your nipples into his mouth as the skin pebbled below his tongue. You met him stroke for stroke as he moved, your hands pulling him close and tight until he couldnât have his mouth on your chest anymore and instead he kissed over your jaw to the soft skin below your earlobe, down to your throat. Your channel tightened around him, your breaths coming in fast and needy pants and he was struggling to hold off his own orgasm as yours drew closer and closer to the surface. You were overwhelming. Just being inside someone again would be overwhelming but the fact that it was you - the first person heâd had any kind of feelings for in what felt like a small eternity - just made it worse.Â
âFuck, you gettinâ close there baby?â He panted in your ear, voice barely even a whisper. You let out a strangled moan, your hips stuttering against him. His hand ran down your body to grab your ass, adjusting the angle of you and you damn near sobbed, back arching below him. âSâright, Câmon. Come for me, just let go and come.âÂ
Your fingers wound in his hair and you pulled him from where heâd buried himself in your neck and looked in his eyes for a moment before you kissed him, pulling his mouth to yours harshly as you thrust your hips up against him one last time, your channel so impossibly tight around him it almost hurt before you throbbed around him, your body milking his and he couldnât hold back anymore as he came deep inside you. He came so hard it made his head hurt, like something reached into the very center of him to take everything he had and empty it into you, rope after rope of his spend pumping into you.Â
You went limp below him half a moment before he collapsed, breathless, on top of you. His mind was fuzzy and it took him a second to come back into himself enough to be aware of his weight on you.Â
âSorry,â he managed, lifting himself from you shakily before slowly, gently slipping out of you. âNot tryinâ to crush you.âÂ
âSâOK,â you said, laughing a little as you panted. Joel fell onto the bed beside you and looked over at you as you stared up at his ceiling. âFuck, feels like I need a cigarette after that and I ainât smoked since I started living with Savvy.âÂ
âTake that as a compliment,â Joel smiled a little and you turned your head to look at him. You smiled back.Â
âGood,â you said. âYou should.âÂ
Joel tried to remember how this was supposed to work now - hell, what the fuck was the etiquette for unexpected sex in this damn decade? - but he got up and got you a glass of water and something to clean up with and there was something centering about you drifting off to sleep beside him even though he was pretty sure you hadnât intended to. He liked having you there, liked that you felt comfortable enough with him to pass out naked in his bed. There was something good and right about having you close like this and he drifted off watching you breathe and trying to figure out how to talk to you about this in the morning, something warm blooming in his chest that he hadnât felt in so long.Â
Which was why it felt like shit to find you gone and his bed cold and empty when he woke.Â
A/N: Joel is still Joel and Bambi is still Bambi! But I've had a lot of fun writing about them in a world where they're not so deeply traumatized and instead are both grieving very similar losses. I just love them! Thank you for being here. Love you!
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