You and Boothill have been friends for as long as you can remember, sharing stories and secrets that have brought you closer than most. Whether it's his wild tales of life on the open range or your quieter, more personal confessions, every moment feels meaningful. The two of you are sitting on his bed, laughing about one of his old tales, the easy rhythm of conversation making everything feel natural and right. His voice, deep and warm, always has a way of pulling you into his world, and you can’t help but feel the closeness between you grow with every word.

Mid-laugh, Boothill suddenly reaches for his cowboy hat and, without warning, places it gently on your head. “There we go, sweetheart,” he drawls, a playful glint in his eyes. “Now you gotta follow the hat rule.”

Confused, you glance up at him. “The hat rule? What’s that?”

Without warning, Boothill's hands find your waist, his grip firm but playful as he effortlessly pulls you onto his lap. You gasp, now straddling him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. The sudden closeness makes your heart race, but the mischievous look in his eyes tells you he's far from done. His lips curve into a teasing grin.

"Let me tell ya, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as his hands settle on your hips. “Sweet and short…”

His words hang in the air, thick with suggestion as his voice trails off, but his gaze is warm, the familiar spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. His hands remain on your hips, holding you steady as the playful tension between you grows. Giving a gentle squeeze for the hell of it. You can’t help but feel the heat of the moment, his body pressed against yours, and the teasing grin that hints there’s more to come if you play along.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”