Whitey Winn One Shots

What are you up to?

I looked over the little town of Labelle as the sun set below the sky, seeing the lights in houses flickering away, I looked to one not to far from my own seeing no lights inside. He must be at work, Bill must not be back yet as his house was also dark this evening. I looked over to the little porch of the sheriffs office that I could just see from my window and the flickering light within. Poor whitey, all alone tonight stuck up in the office, It's not even like he's got anyone in the cells to look after. Well I suppose I could always go over and keep him company for a while. I gathered up a few things I could take with me something to read, some cookies and such like heading out into the dark Labelle streets. 

"Hey? where are you off to y/n?" Maggie asked from her porch 

"Ohh evening Mary Agnes" I smiled "I thought I'd head to the office, Keep whitey company" 

"Aww, Well I'm sure He'd like the company y/n." she smiled before heading inside to do something else I headed across to the office expecting as usual to see him fast asleep in bills chair, or fiddling with his guns in the mirror but as I opened the door.

He was sat on bills chair at bills desk, with something in his hand I didn't see what as the moment the door opened he hid what he had in his hand in the draw and looked very very sheepish, the colour draining from his face when he saw it was me 

"Miss Y/l/N! Ohhh uhhh how lovely to see ya... I uhh I was just uhh ummm... readin" He stuttered seeming panicked like he was making it up on the spot 

"Evening Mr Winn" I smiled "Something the matter?" I asked

"The matter! what! no no no why uh why would anythin' be the matter of course not everythin' is in order here" He said quickly 

"Whitey what are you up to?" I asked noticing his nerves and his general deminer

"Nothin'!" He argued "I am uhh not up to anythin' Miss y/l/n I am just uhh standin' here, as I do. with my feet"

"Your sitting whitey"

"I am? Yes. Of course I am" He says "I was uhh testin' ya"

"Whitey winn, What is going on?" 

"Nothin'... Why what's goin' on with you?"

"Whitey, What are you up to?" I giggled

"I'm not up to anythin' why would ya-"

"Fine if your going to be difficult" I sighed putting my things down grabbing his hand dragging him out from the desk and into the open cell shutting the door and locking him inside. The moment I did he panicked more grabbing the bars with his hands desperately seeming very scared of me and it was then I noticed something, He was hard. "Does that have something to do with what's going on?" I asked 

"Does what?" 

"You know what whitey" I smirked glancing down at him 

"... maybe" 

"Ohh so what was going on before I walked in whitey?"

"Nothin' y/n I swear"

"Nothing? where's that thing you where reading?"

"what! No no no thats was uhh work stuff. You uhhh ya can't read that y/n" 

"Is it now?" I giggled going over to the desk 

"No no please y/n!" he begs I opened the draw spotting the little pile of papers he had been reading when I walked in all face down so I couldn't see them, so I picked them up going over to him and he looked even more scared and ashamed "Y/n Please, I'm beggin' ya. I don't turn those over"

"why not?" I asked 

"Becuase... You'll hate me. and you'll never wanna see me again"

"Will I? why? what is it?"

"Fine." he sighed "Look its some stuff that, I got off one of the guys who comes into town, some stuff from France they said. and.... I just like it okay. Its better then my imagination and I was all alone tonight so. Ya know" He blushed I smirked and he just blushed more so I turned it over and looked at these pages, most of them drawings or a couple little photo's of girls from those very impressive Burlesque shows in France most of them not wearing much at all 

"Whitey!" 

"I did say ya shouldn't look" he sighed so I unlocked the door letting him out but I kept them with me having a look though all the little pictures as we sat at the desk, whitey seeming more sheepish and more nervous the longer time went on 

"why bother?" I asked "With this stuff?"

"My imagination doesn't do so well when Its all I use" He explained 

"So when I walked in you where..."

"yes. are ya goin' to tell on me?"

"Of course not whitey, what you do in your alone time is your business" I smiled giving him the papers back and he hid them away again "Just make don't do it in the office"

"I know, sorry"

"Its alright whitey" I smiled getting up giving him some cookies from my basket and getting my things "I'll leave you with your picture girls"

"Y/n wait" He says stopping me holding my arm before I could leave 

"Yes whitey?"

"I only use that stuff... Because, It helps me imagine. I mean I've never seen a girl  like that before in real life, and it helps me imagine what maybe, You're like under your dresses"

"Why? curious?"

"A little"

"A little?"

"Okay, Alot. Very. Very curious. I mean I've liked ya since we where little y/n of course I've... thought about it"

"Yeah, I have too" I smiled "Maybe I'll head back home and dress up like that see how I like it, maybe get into one of my cute little nighties" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss "Goodnight whitey" I smiled heading back towards my house but before I even got to the bottom steps of the office porch 

"Ya can't say stuff like that and just wonder off y/n!" 

"why not?" I giggled 

"Because- Becuase... that's not fair y/n"

"Fine then follow me home" I giggled 

"wait... are ya serious?"

"Yes" I giggled "You coming or not?" I smiled heading to my house 

"I'm comin' - I'm comin'" He says quickly grabbing his jacket and chasing after me.