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keep-the-wolves-close · 2 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 21: Shameless

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: NSWF, language, smut, sex, p in v penetration, no condom, biting

* Word count: 3,350ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all!

Special mention: @deanscroissant & @lexixstewart and the couple friends who don’t have tumblr so I can’t tag them, for giving me their honest opinions on the smut because, y’all I blacked out 💀💀😂

Author's note: Oh shit y’all! We’re here! 👀 I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Pretend in the gif that’s Stella and they’re inside and not in the forest 😅😂. Also please be gentle. This is my first attempt at writing smut and being serious with myself 😂

I’m posting this a day early because I’m nervous and ripping the bandaid off lmao. Also sinful things on a Sunday are a hilarious juxtaposition to me lmao. So feel free to comment or hit my ask box and flail with me lol. Just please be kind. 🤓💛

Stella rutched around in the waiting room chair. Her phone went off with a text from Ryan. Any update on Mr. Dutton?

She and Kayce had been here for quite a few hours. His dad was out of surgery and resting. John's current nurse just told Kayce he was allowed to go back and talk to him for a few minutes. She replied quickly. Out of surgery. Finally able to go talk to him. BRB.

She reached out for Kayce’s hand. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Kayce contemplated. “Sure.” He squeezed her hand and guided her along through the big double doors to the room he was told. When they got to the door, he paused.

Stella turned and checked him out. He hesitated to go in. “Hey,” she reached out for Kayce and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her. “Everything is gonna be okay.” He hid his face in her neck. She gently rubbed his back. She whispered to him. “We’ll go in when you’re ready.”

He let out a hard sigh. “Let’s go.”

The pair walked through the door. They peeked around to the right at John's bed. He looked like he was fast asleep. Stella directed Kayce to the chair next to the bed.

The legs of the chair made a dragging noise and that seemed to perk Kayce’s dad up. “Who the hell is trying to bother me now?” He grumbled.

The friends shared a chuckle. Kayce reached out for his dad’s hand. “It��s just me and Stella, dad.”

“Hey, John.” She announced her presence since his eyes were still partly closed.

“So when did they say I could leave?” John started messing around with his blankets.

Kayce jumped to his feet to try and stop John from getting up. Stella rounded the bed to help on the other side. Kayce instructed his dad. “Woah woah woah. You ain’t leavin’ tonight, that’s for sure.” John still must have been under the effects of whatever medicines they had him on because he stopped fighting against them easily. Kayce smiled at his dad. “We’ll discuss all of that in the morning.”

“Are you going back home?”

“I can stay if you want.”

John looked up at Stella. It shook her, seeing him vulnerable. A memory of her dad floated through. “Stella get him home. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Stella laughed through her nose. “I’ll do my best, sir.” Someone knocked on the door behind them.

“Excuse me guys. Visiting hours are over. The nurses need in here to prepare him for the night.”

Stella approached the nurse. “Can we give them like five more minutes? Then I promise I’ll get us out of your hair.”

The nurse sighed. “Okay, sure. But only five more minutes and I’ll be back.”

“Thank you!” Stella moved to Kayce who was still standing at his father’s bed. “Hey I got you five more minutes. I’ll be right outside the door, okay?” She looked at John. “And you, sir, get to feelin’ better.” There was a gruff chuckle in response. Kayce grabbed her hand before she could leave. The two locked eyes, but didn’t say anything. Stella smiled and Kayce slowly let her hand go to continue talking to his dad.

She walked out of the door and leaned against the wall to wait for Kayce. She had to figure out how to convince the youngest Dutton to leave the hospital for the night. Looking around, she remembered how much she hated being in a hospital. Memories of before she and Ryan ran away came back. All the hospital visits for not only their own injuries, but when their dad got sick. When John had looked up at her from the bed, it was like she saw her dad all over again. She shook her head to clear the thoughts.

Thinking of Ryan, she messaged him back. He’s alright. In as rare a form as ever. I’m gonna take Kayce back to my house, if I can convince him, so he can actually sleep. You need anything?

The team of nurses came around the corner, ready to settle John in for the night. Stella reached behind her and knocked on the door to let Kayce know his time was almost up for the evening. Thankfully he came to the door, smiled politely at the nurses, and grabbed Stella’s hand.

Back out in the waiting room, Kayce sat again with Stella next to him. He still hadn’t let go of her hand. Anyone could see that he was an anxious ball of nerves. Stella rubbed her thumb across his hand. “Kayce?” He looked at her. “Let’s go back to my house.” She said softly.

“Stella, I don't know if I should leave.”

She fixed her glasses with her opposite hand. “I understand your fear of leaving him here. But he’s in the safest place he can be, with the best help in the state. They have your number. They’ll call if they need anything. There’s nothing we can do right now anyway.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “He doesn’t seem like he’s gonna be too much trouble tonight. You need to rest and I guarantee you aren’t gonna do that here.”

She pleaded to him. “My house is closer than the ranch. I’ll even let you use the bed tonight.”

“Okay, but —,” Kayce started saying, but Stella butted in.

“But if they call we’ll leave at the drop of a hat. I’ll also bring you back here bright and early too.” They started to stand.

“Wait, who said you’re driving?”

“I did.” She giggled. “I also still have the keys.” Stella jangled them at him. He tried to swipe them and Stella ran through the main hospital door. He watched her as she dashed for the truck. Kayce laughed to himself because they both knew he’d let her drive.

Ryan answered as Stella clicked her seat belt into place in the truck. Nah, I’m good. You be safe and take care of Kayce.

Stella joked walking into her house. “Man, I feel like this is déjà vu.”

“Stella, it was yesterday.”

She let out a laugh. “Can’t have any fun with you, can I?”

“Now you know that’s a bold faced lie.” Kayce took off his boots and placed his hat on the table.

They both just stood there. Not really sure what step was next. Stella motioned up the stairs. “Well, I guess we should get some shut eye, right?”

“Is this the first time we’re meeting or something?” Kayce smirked.

“Shut up, you doofus.” Stella laughed as the awkwardness dissolved. “C’mon.” She climbed the stairs.

However, once in her room, the bashfulness returned for Stella. Yeah they used to sleep together wherever they fell when they were younger, but being in the same bedroom as Kayce felt different. Now that she thought about it, being in a bedroom with Kayce always felt intimidating in a way.

Stella cleared her throat and offered. “Do you want the same clothes from the last night? I’m sure I’ve got some different ones?” She preoccupied herself picking things up around her room. It wasn’t messy, but there were some articles of clothing she didn’t want him to catch sight of, especially if she could nab them up before she turned the light on. Her cheeks flushed. ‘You really gotta start making sure you utilise the hamper.’

“Nah, the ones from the yesterday will be fine.”

“Okay I’ll go grab them for you.” She stopped herself so quickly she almost tripped. “Wait, where did you leave them?”

“Uhhh…,” Kayce tried to remember where he changed before they left. “I actually think I came up here to the bathroom.”

“Oh! I’ll be right back then. I just put the bedding on like, three days ago. So I can change it if you want, but it should be fine. I only slept on it once. I’ll take the couch tonight.” Stella babbled nervously.

Waltzing out of her bedroom she wanted to hit her own forehead. ‘You're literally acting like you’ve never spoken to him a day in your life. Stop being weird.’ She fixed her glasses and found the clothes where Kayce left them. They were neatly placed on the bathroom counter. She smiled at his manners slipping through. She grabbed them and walked back to her room to give them to Kayce.

“Thank you for —,” she stopped herself when she noticed he wasn’t in the middle of the room anymore where the light from the open door reached. Without a light on in the room, an oversight on her part, she couldn’t see shit. “Kayce?” The lamp on her bedside table painted the room with light.

“Damn!” Stella squinted. “Could’ve given a girl some warning.”

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to blind ya.”

Stella giggled. “It’s okay.” Her eyes focused on him. It was very apparent to Stella that Kayce had something on his mind. He was holding himself back from saying it. In a delicate tone she asked, “penny for your thoughts?”

He eyed Stella up and decided to take the leap. “Would it really bother you if they talked?”

Her head cocked to the side. “Do you mean about us?” Kayce nodded.

She stayed silent for a few seconds. Apparently her reaction to the potential of being caught crossing a line in their friendship still weighed on him. She assumed his thoughts on the matter were the same. To find out they weren’t and he wanted to push that boundary, floored her. Slowly, but surely, she shook her head. “No. They’ve always talked about us, you know that. So regardless of what we do or don’t do, they’re gonna talk. Whether it’s us, or someone else; their jaws are gonna be flappin’ like old ladies on a Sunday in a salon.” The only person she knew she would catch serious flak from would be her brother or Rip. “So no. I don’t care.”

Kayce’s shoulders dropped. Whether it was relief or not, Stella didn’t know. Kayce nodded quickly. He didn’t give her time to figure it out.

He uttered a gravelly, “good,” before he stepped across the room in three long strides to her. He grabbed her face and they collided. Stella unceremoniously dropped the clothes she still had in her hand. She trailed her hands to his sides and pulled him closer while she scrunched his shirt in her hands.

“Fuck, Kayce. What’re we doing?” Stella mumbled against his mouth. Her mind felt like a dense fog had draped over it.

“Are you okay with it?” He brought his head back slightly and touched his forehead to hers. Nervous he’d gone too far.

She said breathlessly, shaking her head forcefully. “Yeah.” Kayce moved his arms to give her more space. Stella leaned into him and wound her fingers in his hair. She brought his face back to hers.

Kayce trailed his hands down her sides. Past her sore side, her hips, and wrapped them around the backs of her thighs. He squeezed and pulled her up. She let out a gasp and she circled her legs around his waist. He braced her and walked to her bed. She tossed her glasses off to the side. ‘I’ll find them in the morning.’

Gently he laid her down, her legs still around him. Looking up at him through half lidded eyes, she smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. Stella was taken back by how Kayce was looking at her with wonder. If she wasn’t already breathless she would have the wind knocked out of her. It was like he was seeing her with new eyes.

He was enamored by her at that moment. Her hair started to come loose and her lips were swollen from all the attention. The way she smiled up at him made him dive back in. “God,” he breathed.

The scratchy feeling of his facial hair gave her arms goosebumps as he chose a spot on her collarbone to pay attention to. Her eyes fell shut. Kayce moved back causing her legs to fall apart and grabbed the hem of her shirt. He gave it a pull upward. He remembered what happened the last time he gave too much exploration to the visible part of her neck, so he would go lower. Slowly the bruise on her side from the bull came into view. He placed several featherlight kisses along it. “No more cowboy poker. Ya hear me?” He examined the large doe and flowers tattoo that was partially covered in a bruise on her side that matched his buck and gave it a kiss.

“Who’s gonna stop me?” She asked playfully while removing her shirt the rest of the way.

Kayce pulled her down to be eye level. “I will.”

“Are you threatening me, Kayce Dutton?” She laughed.

“No, it's a promise.”

Her eyebrows popped up. “Oh really?”

Kayce placed a soft kiss on the left side of her chest and the scar that resided there. “Really.”

The kiss to the sensitive skin made Stella’s eyes flutter closed. He nipped at her collar bone above the scar. Stella let out a sigh. He worked his way down to the top of her pants. He tapped her stomach to gain her focus. When Stella’s heavy lidded eyes met his, there was a silent question of whether she wanted to keep going because there wouldn’t be much turning back they could do after this.

Stella nodded, but knew he needed to hear it. “Yes Kayce.” He smiled up at her and it took her breath away. He worked the belt loose and the button, and gave Stella room to shimmy her pants down far enough that he could yank them farther down. When they got far enough, she kicked them the rest of the way off, underwear included.

Kayce climbed fully on the bed on top of her. She took a moment to appreciate feeling small and safe. Reaching down she grabbed the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it and frowned. “Off please, too many clothes,” she mumbled.

He sat up straight and yanked his shirt off. When he leaned back down Stella grabbed at his torso, wanting to feel his skin beneath her fingers. He wasn’t cut like most people expected cowboys to be. He had a nice layer that made him soft. Stella dug her fingers into his hips at the top of his waistband.

He quickly stood back off the bed. Stella thought she had done something wrong, but realized it was the exact opposite. Kayce desperately made quick work of his jeans and boxer briefs. She scrambled to sit up and took off the black lace bralette that remained of her clothes. She barely had time to register that he sprang free from the hold his boxer briefs had on him before he was crawling back to her. It was apparently now or never.

Her heart pounded in her chest as he trapped her under his body weight. She could feel his hand drift down between them. He stopped at her breasts to give her nipples a quick pinch, which brought out a breathless moan of his name from Stella. His rough fingertips deftly drifted lower to her entrance. They dipped in between her folds collecting the slick that had built up and spread it up to her clit. He gave a few slow circles around it coaxing a moan from Stella. He grabbed his throbbing cock and pumped a few times. He slid himself through her slick and let himself drive home slowly until he felt the resistance of her cervix.

They both moaned, almost in relief, as he slid home. It had been a while since Stella had been with anyone. It was tight on the way in, and that made her feel all the more full. She placed her feet flat on the bed and squeezed his hips with her bent knees. When she did his hips thrusted ever so slightly and made her completely lose all sense and inhibition. She draped her arms around the back of his neck and found his lips and kissed him greedily. “Fuck, Kayce. Please move.”

He dragged his cock out slow, savoring the feeling of her, and then pumped it back in, hitting her cervix every time. Small moans puffed out of Stella’s mouth each time he connected and she bounced. He hit her back wall hard, but at the same angle every time. “Jesus fuck, oh my god.” Her eyes rolled back and shut. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Kayce gave her a quick and hard two taps, ripping her out of her head with a moan. It was almost like he knew.

He locked eyes with her, despite the closeness, and guided her. “Stay with me baby.” If Stella was able to form a cognitive thought, she would have been drooling. He slipped his arm behind her back and scooted her up farther on her bed so she could lay her head on her pillows. He sat up, bracing her legs on his thighs and placed his hands behind her knees. He continued the rhythm but picked up the pace. He bent toward her, bringing her knees with him.

She gasped at the new angle. “Oh shit.” Her hands reached up to grab any part of him she could. She tried to get to his hips to convince him to move faster. “Faster Kayce. Please.”

His hips slammed at a new pace and Stella swore she saw the universe. Small moans of, ‘oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ slipped out of her as her eyes rolled back again. Kayce put her calves on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. Stella thought for certain she would combust at how deep she could feel him.

In this position, with every thrust that he gave her he could feel her cunt squeeze him back, almost pleading with him to stay. “Shit Stella,” he whispered against her mouth. “You like that huh?”

“Oh fuck yes.” Stella breathed out. “I’m close Kayce, keep going,” she panted, pleading, “don’t stop.” Kayce was more than happy to oblige and kicked it up a notch. He panted as his hips snapped against hers. Stella grappled to get any sort of leverage as he manhandled her while he focused on chasing that delicious high. He bit roughly at the base of her neck where it connected to her shoulder and a delighted moan released from both of them.

A few more sharp thrusts and both of them shattered. Stella saw stars erupt behind her eyes and she forced them back open to see Kayce. The look on his face was absolute bliss and she felt a swell in her chest. Both of them moaned each other's names, caught on the high tide. They grabbed at each other trying to tether themselves back in reality.

Stella dropped her legs from his shoulders feeling herself twitch every so often. Kayce remained on top of her trying to catch his breath. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his head.

They laid there, still entangled in each other. Kayce laid on her chest, her hand running through his hair. She felt peace. Stella let out a big yawn.

Kayce encircled her and moved them so they were laying next to each other. Her head and hand were placed on his chest. She remained quiet. Trying to figure out just what the hell had gotten into her. Into both of them, really. There were no complaints from her, but the whiplash was real.

Stella softly tapped his chest. “We should get some sleep.” She said slowly. To Kayce it sounded like she was half asleep already. “We gotta be up early.” Kayce remained quiet. Tilting her head, she glanced up at him.

“You know you don’t have to use the couch anymore, right?” He smirked at her.

He felt her nod. “I know, but I wanna give you your space.”

Kayce pulled a face. “You’re worried about space? I was just inside you. Space went out the window then.” He laughed.

“Okay okay, fine,” she laughed along with him. “You just don’t wanna sleep alone, do you?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay. I’ll stay.” Stella moved her head to get comfortable again. “Can you turn out the light?”

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theautisticbarbie · 10 months

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A Bird of Praise

Act II

Chapter VII: The Birthday Queen

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Illustration by @deathclassic (check out her artwork here and on IG and maybe give her a commission if you can! She was AMAZING to work with! Also, I printed this piece and got it autographed by THE Joseph Quinn himself 👀)

Word Count: 2,929

Chapter summary: Billy nearly ruins Tara’s birthday with his drunken antics… that is until Eddie swoops in and saves her special day. Unfortunately, his toxic girlfriend gets wind of it, leading to a confession brought on by morphine courage that leaves Tara absolutely bewildered.

Chapter warnings: partner abuse (Billy being emotionally abusive to Tara in the beginning and Brenda engaging in physical violence towards the end)

Sunday 4 November 1984 was Tara’s 17th birthday.

When she came home from her performance the previous day after dropping Alanna off, she went up to her room to find Billy passed out drunk on her bed with her mini fridge door wide open. There were beer cans all over the floor. Tara let out a heavy sigh before cleaning them all up. She decided to take a shower and change into her nightgown before dealing with him.

“Billy?” she asked, gently stroking his face to wake him.

His eyes flew open and the back of his palm clashed with Tara’s face, causing her to double over.

“Ow! Son of a biscuits! Billy!”

“Babe! You scared the shit out of me!” he slurred.

“Well, do you mind moving over so I can go to bed? I’m exhausted.”

“What are you talking about? There’s plenty of room!” he declared, drunkenly gesturing to his body. “Come on, babe! Get comfy!”

Tara sighed and got onto her bed, where Billy engulfed her in his arms. “My baby,” he slurred.

“Neil punched me today,” Billy said.

“What?”

“He told me I couldn’t see you anymore and I told him to go fuck himself… so he punched me…”

“Billy that’s awful!”

“No, it’s fine! I punched him back harder! He won’t be doing that shit again!”

Tara could smell the rancid alcohol on his breath and nearly puked as he kissed her. “Baby…”

“Yes?”

Silence.

“Billy?”

He was out cold. Passed out drunk again. Tara sighed and tried to nod off to sleep given the circumstances.

When Tara got up the next morning to start her birthday, she tried to rouse Billy with herbal tea.

“So, as you know, today is my birthday.”

“Babe, I’ve got a hangover worse than… fuck it. Ain’t nothing worse than this.”

“Well, I figured I could let you sleep in, go pick up some lunch from my favourite cafe and we can watch movies. Just have a lazy day.”

“Or you can draw the drapes, shut the fuck up and let me sleep this off.”

That hurt. Tara was really trying hard to meet Billy where he was, and once again, he chose to be a jerk.

“Fine. Sweet dreams.” Tara closed the door behind her and just cried.

She heard an engine pull up and there was a knock at the door.

When she went down to answer it, Eddie was there. “What? Seriously? You’re not even dressed yet?” he asked playfully.

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you get amnesia in that little head of yours? Don’t you remember what day it is?”

“Sunday?”

“Come on. I know you’ve got a nice little birthday outfit picked out. Why don’t you go put it on and come on down to the van for your birthday surprise?”

Maybe it was the way he wore that Jean Jacket and that Dio shirt, maybe it was his cute puppy dog eyes or maybe it was something all together different, but she did what he asked so it had to be something.

When she came back down, it was in a pretty pink birthday outfit.

“Well, don’t you look absolutely stunning? Come on, princess. After you,” he said, opening the passenger side door.

After making sure she’s all strapped in, Eddie started up the van.

“Feel free to peruse my music collection.”

Tara looked through the tapes to see if she found anything she would like. Most of it, of course, was all the kind of stuff her brother would enjoy. Not that she didn’t also enjoy that type of music, possibly because she always heard it blasting from her brother’s room, but she was hoping to come across something more her taste.

At last, she found something she could enjoy. She slid the tape in the radio and hit play.

“The Lady Lies” by Genesis began blasting through the speakers.

“Genesis, huh? Excellent choice, sweetheart!”

“I love Genesis! Phil Collins is amazing!”

“Yeah. Some of Peter Gabriel’s stuff is good, too, but yeah. Phil Collins. He’s the man.”

“Where are we going if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Darling, it’s called a surprise for a reason.”

“Is it a good surprise?”

“It’s your birthday, right?”

The van pulled over on the side of the road. Eddie took a black skull bandanna out of his glove compartment.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the van for a sec, princess.”

“Okay?”

Tara stepped out and Eddie proceeded to blindfold her with the bandana. She could only hear the occasional passing vehicle when he then grabbed her and spun her around a few times.

“There we go! Come on, beautiful. Back in the van, you go!”

The van went a little bit further when it stopped. Eddie popped out from the driver’s side and helped Tara out of the passenger’s side. He took Tara’s hand and led the way. She tried to use her other senses to figure out what the surprise was. She heard sliding doors. Okay she was entering a building. There were clearly other people there.

“Shush!” she heard. That was DEFINITELY Robin’s voice.

“Are you ready, princess?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Eddie stopped and reached for her blindfold. He yanked it off, and she was bombarded by a collective “Surprise!”

Sure enough, Robin was there. So was Daniel, Alanna and the Hellfire Club. There was a banner that said “Happy 17th Birthday Daniel and Tara!”

“Oh my gosh!” Tara exclaimed. “How did you even plan this?”

“Well to be honest, we kinda counted on your shitty boyfriend dropping the ball today. Seems he didn’t disappoint,” Daniel said.

Tara took in her surroundings. She was in a roller rink. “Dancing Queen” by ABBA began playing over the sound system. She was in disbelief.

“Come on,” Alanna shouted. “Let’s skate already!”

“Of course, you’re raring to go, Miss Roller Derby Champion!” Eddie teased.

Tara had an amazing time. There was skating, presents, nothing too extravagant, though, considering they were all still high schoolers, and when it was time to cut the cake, Tara was in for another pleasant surprise.

“Ice cream cake!”

“Your favourite!” Daniel remarked.

“Hey! You like it, too!” Tara retorted.

“I don’t hate it,” he shrugged.

They sung happy birthday, blew out the candles and Tara sat down across Eddie with her cake. She swore she could recognise the song playing on the sound system, but couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Are you having a good birthday so far, sweetheart?”

“I am…” Tara sighed. “I just wish Billy was here.”

“He’s an idiot. He doesn’t know what he has.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if I had a girlfriend like you, I’d be a hell of a lot more grateful than he seems to be.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend? Where is she, anyway?”

“This isn’t about Brenda,” he said, his posture suddenly slightly uncomfortable.

Eddie took her hand and her heart began to flutter as she felt her cheeks get hot.

“I wanna know what love is. I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is. I know you can show me,” the sound system played.

Ah, of course. “I wanna know what love is” by Foreigner.

Eddie gently stroked her hand with his thumb.

“Are you even happy with him?”

“I… I don’t know… we have good moments sometimes…”

“Do you love him?”

“I… I… I don’t know anymore…”

“Then why stay with him?”

“Eddie! My ice cream cake is gonna melt!”

Tara quickly scarfed down the cake, very keen on avoiding his question.

“Looks like you got more of it on you than in you,” Eddie teased, wiping her mouth.

Tara groaned, holding her head.

“Ouch. Looks like someone’s got brainfreeze,” he chuckled.

But when Tara fell over, he became concerned. “You okay?”

No response.

“Tara?”

He rushed to her side.

“Whoah, there,” he sat her up.