"Gorgeous, you're gonna hit yourself in the face."

Beau sighs, stroking the inside of your wrist as he adjusts your hold on the pistol. He'd been forcing you to let him teach you to shoot for the past two weeks after you'd been threatened by someone connected to one of the cases he was working. It scared him to damn death. You wrinkle your nose at him, earning a swat on your ass.

"Don't start, darlin'. Try again."

Beau smiles, stepping back and crossing his arms. You focus on the target, squinting as you shoot again, hitting the white this time.

"Did you see that!?"

You cheer, pointing at the target with the gun.

"I-"

"Safety, darlin'."

Beau smirks, shaking his head as you quickly turn the safety on.

"That was good, you're gettin' better."

He nods approvingly, his hands holding your hips to move you a little. Not because you needed moved, but because he wanted to touch you. His nose brushes your neck for a moment, lips smacking a kiss against your skin.

"Last try, and we'll call it a night."

Beau steps away again, watching you as you shoot. You hit the target again, almost an inch from the center.

"Good girl."

Beau praises, smiling as you remember the safety.