Folks, you know that thing where you see a cowboy and you think, he’s cute and all, but what if I wrote him as troubled and sad on New Year’s Eve? Well—

Title: That’s You for Me

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/f!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.8k

Content/warnings: alcohol, lingerie, a maudlin cowboy, established relationship, mundanity, softness, lap sitting, neither plot nor porn, kind of emotional hurt/comfort I guess? Reader is mostly blank slate but is described as having cleavage.Unbetaed but as always thank you to

@mourningbirds1 and @fleetwoodmactshirt for being my sounding boards and cheerleaders 💞

It’s raining out, and the backseat of this car is a welcome refuge, warm and dry and clean.The driver has K-LOVE playing on the radio—quiet, contemporary love songs to Jesus after dark—and you wonder if he sees you as a soul in need of saving.You probably look the part—eye makeup overdone and smudged by now, and cleavage peeking out from under your coat.You’re buzzed on good champagne and mid-shelf vodka and you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and give him a smile, because you can’t help it, because it’s New Year’s Eve and you’re filled with a sense of warmth and goodwill toward your fellow man.

Your own man had stayed home tonight, claiming a pile of work needed his attention, and the tone of his voice had told you it was an excuse, and the look on his face had told you not to push it, so you didn’t.The party was fun, even without him on your arm, but the want of him had been tugging you back home all evening and you’d bowed out well before midnight and summoned a cab.

[❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️] [Reading this fic is like drinking a glass of good whiskey on a cold night in a plush, warm room.

It has me all lit up…] [I adored this, my heart! 😭🥰 The quiet stillness of the scene, the pacing……the feels of…].