an officer (gentleman?) and the lady ( picklechiffon and wolvenrogue)

[wolvenrogue]

Lieutenant Robert Walker was a rough soldier, A man's man, but even more a lady's man. His broad shoulders, chizled features, and rough rider attitude attracted attention from from nearly every female in rifle range. He was fun-loving, but a serious soldier, and in a fight was more feared than a grizzly bear. He like to drink, maybe too much for his own good.

This particular day, he was on his way back to Dodge City when he encountered the stage. It was off the road with horses missing, the strong box gone and luggage strewn everywhere. He found several dead and one young woman wounded and unconscious.

 

[PickleChiffon]

The girl was tall, her lush figure clad in a simple dress, cornflower blue with a high neck and long clingy sleeves. The bodice flaring at her hidden breasts, tapered to a fetching waist and then widened again at her hips.

Her skirts were dirty from the fall, but the several visible layers of petticoats indicated a woman of some wealth. Her hair fell in long russet coloured ringlets, her bonnet laying several feet from her head. A large gash stretched from her forehead into her hair line, clotted with drying blood marred her pretty face. While not a conventional beauty, she was easy on the eyes.

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered. The pain in her head was monumental, as she blinked several times trying to focus. She remembered a violent shout had happened before the fast moving stage had wobbled and then gave way into a full on tumble. She must have lost consciousness after the first go round, as everything was foggy. Her green eyes were beginning to focus though, so that meant she was alive did it not?

She tried to sit up, and was met not only with a violent protest from her body, but a verbal one, from someone with a masculine voice, telling her not to move. She wondered if it was just her head that seemed to hurt or if it was the rest of her body that ached. Her eyes fluttered again, and she lost her battle to remain conscious, falling once again into darkness.

 

[wolvenrogue]

The girl was tall, her lush figure clad in a simple dress, cornflower blue with a high neck and long clingy sleeves. The bodice flaring at her hidden breasts, tapered to a fetching waist and then widened again at her hips.

Her skirts were dirty from the fall, but the several visible layers of petticoats indicated a woman of some wealth. Her hair fell in long russet coloured ringlets, her bonnet laying several feet from her head. A large gash stretched from her forehead into her hair line, clotted with drying blood marred her pretty face. While not a conventional beauty, she was easy on the eyes.

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered. The pain in her head was monumental, as she blinked several times trying to focus. She remembered a violent shout had happened before the fast moving stage had wobbled and then gave way into a full on tumble. She must have lost consciousness after the first go round, as everything was foggy. Her green eyes were beginning to focus though, so that meant she was alive did it not?

She tried to sit up, and was met not only with a violent protest from her body, but a verbal one, from someone with a masculine voice, telling her not to move. She wondered if it was just her head that seemed to hurt or if it was the rest of her body that ached. Her eyes fluttered again, and she lost her battle to remain conscious, falling once again into darkness.

Lay still, he said as she lapsed back into unconsciousness and fell back on his arm. She needed help now. He lifted her gently and effortlessly and layed her lengthwise across the seat of the diabled stage. he soaked his bandana in water from his canteen and wiped the blood from her face. It was then that he noticed the blood on the sleeve of his uniform. rolling he gently he found that her dress was blood soaked along her left side. he began unhooking and untying the many layers of her dress so he find the source of the blood. After several minutes of effort, he finally exposed a puncture wound on her left side at the base of her breast. There was still a piece of wood protrudung from it. He was thankfull she was unconscious as he dug the stick out of her side with his pocket knife and disinfected the wound with whiskey. It was then that she woke again half undressed on the seat of the stage. with a man leaning over her. He suported her with his arm and held the whiskey bottle to her lips. "drink this it will help with the pain" he seemed to be saying. He had covered he with his cape, but benieth it she was half naked.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Her green eyes flicked open again, she had the sensation she was cold.

The stranger leaned over her, forcing his fire liquid down her throat. She sputtered at the acrid taste and the burning she felt in her throat soon after she swallowed. Surely he was trying to poison her, she coughed, plain lancing through her side as it jostled.

“Wh-a-t happened?” Her voice was cracked and scratchy as she tried to talk. She flicked her tongue over her dry lips, moistening them. She vaguely noticed the heap of crimson stained clothing by his side. That’s such a pretty color, I’m wearing a dress just like it.

Her gaze fell down to see a naked arm resting on top of his cape. She startled, a look of terror in her eyes as she looked up into his face.

“Why? Why am I undressed?” She tried to be calm, but she heard the panic in her voice as she asked the question. Her body still throbbed in agony, as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Her green eyes flicked open again, she had the sensation she was cold.

The stranger leaned over her, forcing his fire liquid down her throat. She sputtered at the acrid taste and the burning she felt in her throat soon after she swallowed. Surely he was trying to poison her, she coughed, plain lancing through her side as it jostled.

“Wh-a-t happened?” Her voice was cracked and scratchy as she tried to talk. She flicked her tongue over her dry lips, moistening them. She vaguely noticed the heap of crimson stained clothing by his side. That’s such a pretty color, I’m wearing a dress just like it.

Her gaze fell down to see a naked arm resting on top of his cape. She startled, a look of terror in her eyes as she looked up into his face.

“Why? Why am I undressed?” She tried to be calm, but she heard the panic in her voice as she asked the question. Her body still throbbed in agony, as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

"It will be alright now ma'am, but your hurt, hurt bad. The stage has been run off the road and robbed and everyone but you are dead. Please just stay still. You have an awful wound on your side. Looks like you got thrown from the stage and a tree branch got you. " Robert tried to look calm and protective, but he knew only too well her situation was grave. They were three days ride from Dodge. Three days for a healthy man on a fresh horse. This girl couldn't ride anywhere, and they had but one tired horse between them, little food and less water. None of that could he tell her. She needed to stay calm. "Ma'am I'm plumb sorry about your dress, but I had to pack that wound or you'd have bled to death." He looked in her eyes hoping she would see he was sincere. " You stay here and for God sake stay still, I don't want that wound opening up." I'm gonna build you a litter, and were getting out of here while we can". He didn't tell her why he was in a hurry, but he well knew what the Appachies would do if they found him with a woman, even a wounded one. He worked quickly rigging a litter behind his horse. he padded it with the cushions from the stage and found some blankets in the storage at the back of the stage. It hadn't been Indians, they'd have taken the blankets.

Robert returned fro her about 20 minutes later. "Ma'am I'm gonna lift you onto the litter now. It gonna hurt like living hell... I'm real sorry." He lifted her as gently as he could his arm supporting her naked back and right side. he kept her wound against his body not wanting to bump it. He skin was soft and smooth against his trail hardened hands. "Its alright" he said as she screamed and passed out again from the pain. As he pulled her from the stage, his cape caught on the door hinge and pulled off of her and he found himself holding a beautiful naked woman in his arms. He quickly laid her on the litter and covered her again with his cape. He thought about bringing her dress but decided to leave it. The smell of blood would only bring predators, and they had no water to wash it.


He covered her with blankets leaving only her face exposed, loaded his horse and started the long trek to Dodge. It was nearing evening but he pushed on into the night, knowing the day would bring blistering heat. He needed to find water and shelter before morning. Watching the stars he headed east, and it was nearing sun-up when he heard the most welcome sound he could think of water. Through the almost pitch blackness he pressed on toward the sound and after a few minutes the horse stopped and bent to drink.

Robert dismounted and reaching in his saddle bag pulled out a stump of a candle and a stick match. He struck the match and lit the candle. Holding it up he looked around. They had stumbled on a small stream surrounded by a grove of trees. He filled the canteen and led the horse into the trees. He tied the horse, spread a blanket on the ground, lit a fire, and laid down to wait for daylight leaving his wounded companion snug in the litter. He laid his carbine by his side, and took a few moments rest.

His mind returned to the vision now stuck in his mind of his helpless companion naked in his arms....

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth was in pain. The stabbing sharpness that coursed through her side caused her eyes to prick with tears. Frustrated from her lack of control and the helpless state she was in.

The wait for the handsome stranger to come back to her seemed an eternity. When he lifted her so gently, she’d been fully aware of how his roughened hands smoothed over her soft skin. Her breath caught in a sharp hiss, as his cape tore away from her naked body. The instant temperature change causing her skin to tighten and pucker. As he lay her down, and leaned to cover her, she felt the slightest brush of his hand over her revealed flesh at her side, just under her breast, she tired to see if it had been intentional. But his face was locked in concentration as he tucked her into the litter. Softly, she whispered a thank you, unsure if he’d even heard it.

The movement of the horse was agony, every jostle she felt in spades as they rode. Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on anything put the pain. She wasn’t certain, but thought she likely lost consciousness at least one more time before the movements of the horse finally stopped.

The night air was brisk, but she was warm as she watched him stretch out on the ground and close his eyes. In the soft flickering light she could see his features, the flame light licking and dancing on his face. He was handsome, rugged from time spent riding and patrolling. From his uniform, she was certain he was cavalry, but he seemed less like the pompous graduates of WestPoint who were more prim and priss, uneducated in the world and more a heady combination of wild and righteous, a man who had seen things.

She took a breath, and instantly regretted it, she blinked several times trying to stave off the wave of blackness she felt clawing at her.

She moved her uninjured side carefully, wiggling her hand free, she lay her arm above the furs, resting it across her chest, she closed her eyes of her own free will. That was better. She fell into a sleep, lulled by the sound of her pulsing blood in her ears, hoping that when she opened them this had all been a nightmare.

Aside from the stranger, he can stay.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elizabeth was in pain. The stabbing sharpness that coursed through her side caused her eyes to prick with tears. Frustrated from her lack of control and the helpless state she was in.

The wait for the handsome stranger to come back to her seemed an eternity. When he lifted her so gently, she’d been fully aware of how his roughened hands smoothed over her soft skin. Her breath caught in a sharp hiss, as his cape tore away from her naked body. The instant temperature change causing her skin to tighten and pucker. As he lay her down, and leaned to cover her, she felt the slightest brush of his hand over her revealed flesh at her side, just under her breast, she tired to see if it had been intentional. But his face was locked in concentration as he tucked her into the litter. Softly, she whispered a thank you, unsure if he’d even heard it.

The movement of the horse was agony, every jostle she felt in spades as they rode. Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on anything put the pain. She wasn’t certain, but thought she likely lost consciousness at least one more time before the movements of the horse finally stopped.

The night air was brisk, but she was warm as she watched him stretch out on the ground and close his eyes. In the soft flickering light she could see his features, the flame light licking and dancing on his face. He was handsome, rugged from time spent riding and patrolling. From his uniform, she was certain he was cavalry, but he seemed less like the pompous graduates of WestPoint who were more prim and priss, uneducated in the world and more a heady combination of wild and righteous, a man who had seen things.

She took a breath, and instantly regretted it, she blinked several times trying to stave off the wave of blackness she felt clawing at her.

She moved her uninjured side carefully, wiggling her hand free, she lay her arm above the furs, resting it across her chest, she closed her eyes of her own free will. That was better. She fell into a sleep, lulled by the sound of her pulsing blood in her ears, hoping that when she opened them this had all been a nightmare.

Aside from the stranger, he can stay.

He woke at first light, twilight really, and built up the fire. He took a small mess-kit from his saddle and filled the small pot with water, placing it on to boil. Taking his carbine he walked a ways along the creek. Spotting a rabbit, he lined up a shot. there was the crack of the rifle and the rabbit lay dead. He picked it up and returned to camp. Her eyes were open but she looked sleepy. The rifle shot had waken her. "good morning my name is Robert, who might you be?" He took some coffee from his saddlebag and started it brewing. when it was ready he divided it into two cups and refilled the pot with more water. " You think you might sit up enough to drink some coffee? " He propped her up with his coat, and handed her the steaming cup.

Robert set about skinning the rabbit and skewered it to cook.
about this time the water boiled again. " I know this is a delicate subject but that wound of yours is going to need a good cleaning. That means I'm going to take a look at it, OK?" She looked away and didn't protest so he set about uncovering her enough to clean the wound. Of course this meant her right breast was pretty much completely exposed. He soaked a rag in the boiling water and used it to clean out the wound. She was having trouble keeping the cape covering the rest of her and after a bit just gave up and let it fall to her lap. Robert worked gently and thoroughly cleaning out the wound. To do this he had to hold her right breast up with his hand her nipple pressed into his rough palm. he could feel her nipple respond to his touch but managed not to react in an obvious way.

She was a beautiful woman and caring for her in this way was very distracting. It had the expected effect on Robert, though he hoped she hadn't noticed. He caught her smiling through the obvious pain at one point.
Finally he finished his work and covered her back up. He cut the rabbit up and fed her some as using her arms was hurting her side.

The sun was rising higher now and so was the air temperature. She asked him to remove the blankets and was now resting in just the cape. "You need to sleep" he said, " we will travel by night, its much safer and cooler."

She laid back and closed her eyes while he kept watch on the camp. After a few minutes she fell asleep. I wasn't long before the warmth of the cape became too much and she threw it off in her sleep. Robert sat and enjoyed seeing this lovely lady as she slept. About 4 that afternoon she awoke. Robert pretended to be asleep.

She tried in vane to cover herself but she could not reach the cape on the ground.

 

[PickleChiffon]

"Elizabeth Mcann," she had said softly as he introduced himself. The water he gently poured into her mouth was cool and tangy, but it felt wonderful on her parched lips.

She met his eyes as he asked her permission to dress her wound. A slight flush crept up her cheeks as he worked, her mind reeling when his palm connected with her nipple. Feeling it tighten and pucker beneath his hand, she nearly died of shame.

After the sweet roasted meat, and some more water, he told her to rest. She closed her eyes to try, her sleep fought with nightmares and a fevered restlessness. She jolted awake, finding the cape laying in a heap on the ground beside her. She suppressed a frustrated cry when she realised she was unable to retrieve it.

Giving up she decided to enjoy the cool air, which felt refreshing on her fevered skin. Her skin nearly glowed in the fading sunset light. Her legs, long and muscled for a woman of wealth were stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles and slighty curved to provide some modestly the pose revealed a pleasing look at the roundedness of her bottom. Her hips were smooth, the skin taut over the bone, but still rounded and feminine, not slim and boyish. Her waist was tapered before flaring to the base of her full breasts, her nipple tight and peaked on each globe of flesh.

Her pulse fluttered attractively just above her collar bone, in the perfect place to be kissed. Her eyes were closed against her situation, and she was glad on some level he’d not been a figment of her fevered mind. Her sense of modesty though was taking a severe beating.

 

[wolvenrogue]

"Elizabeth Mcann," she had said softly as he introduced himself. The water he gently poured into her mouth was cool and tangy, but it felt wonderful on her parched lips.

She met his eyes as he asked her permission to dress her wound. A slight flush crept up her cheeks as he worked, her mind reeling when his palm connected with her nipple. Feeling it tighten and pucker beneath his hand, she nearly died of shame.

After the sweet roasted meat, and some more water, he told her to rest. She closed her eyes to try, her sleep fought with nightmares and a fevered restlessness. She jolted awake, finding the cape laying in a heap on the ground beside her. She suppressed a frustrated cry when she realised she was unable to retrieve it.

Giving up she decided to enjoy the cool air, which felt refreshing on her fevered skin. Her skin nearly glowed in the fading sunset light. Her legs, long and muscled for a woman of wealth were stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles and slighty curved to provide some modestly the pose revealed a pleasing look at the roundedness of her bottom. Her hips were smooth, the skin taut over the bone, but still rounded and feminine, not slim and boyish. Her waist was tapered before flaring to the base of her full breasts, her nipple tight and peaked on each globe of flesh.

Her pulse fluttered attractively just above her collar bone, in the perfect place to be kissed. Her eyes were closed against her situation, and she was glad on some level he’d not been a figment of her fevered mind. Her sense of modesty though was taking a severe beating.

Robert watched as she streatched through half closed eyes. turning to her good side she was now facing him in all her glory. Robert couldn't resist temptation for long. He got up quietly and sat by he litter, and thinking her asleep learned over and took her erect nipple in his mouth gently massaging it with his tongue. He waited a minute for her response before continuing. It seemed to him she turned toward him more allowing better access, but did not wake. Encouraged, he continued his ministrations. Her nipples responded nicely , of that there was no doubt. Asleep or not, her body knew what it liked. He placed his rough hand on her silken thigh and slowly moved it up its inner surface. He waited pensively to see her reaction.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth felt the warm sensation of a body hovering over her. It took a moment for her mind to process the realisation his mouth was on her body. She suppressed a socked gasp, and continued to lay perfectly still, damming her traitorous body for enjoying the touch of this man, when he had no business being so familiar to her.

His hand was warm and rough against her knee, but soft, nearly tentative as it slid up her exposed thigh. Her eyes flashed open as his fingertips brushed against her most sensitive flesh at the juncture of her thighs. She looked at him, her heart racing. “Just what do you think you are doing?” She asked softly.

She looked up at him, tears pricking at her eyes. She knew she was at his mercy, and maybe she even owed him something for looking after her. But she was still a woman, and no man had the right to touch her like this without her permission. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she turned away from his handsome face, she saw the desire in his eyes.

It was a talent she had trained herself young to recognize. She’d been given into marriage at a young age, to a man who was wealthy and stationed, but twenty years older than her. She’d been captivated that someone like that was interested in her, only to discover his appetite for young women was not limited to his wife. In fact, he had touched her only the once, to claim the honour he had paid dearly for, to keep up appearances. But his friends, she shuddered, had often looked at her as though she was an object to be lusted after. Elizabeth had been relieved her husband had died before he got it in his head to whore her out.

She shivered in the slight breeze, forcing herself to look at the soldier in front of her. “Please,” she said softly. “Not like this,” she heard the plea in her own voice as she raised her eyes to his. She had no ability to stop him, her body reacting favourably to him, but she hoped his honour would not allow him to take advantage of her wounded and at his mercy.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elizabeth felt the warm sensation of a body hovering over her. It took a moment for her mind to process the realisation his mouth was on her body. She suppressed a socked gasp, and continued to lay perfectly still, damming her traitorous body for enjoying the touch of this man, when he had no business being so familiar to her.

His hand was warm and rough against her knee, but soft, nearly tentative as it slid up her exposed thigh. Her eyes flashed open as his fingertips brushed against her most sensitive flesh at the juncture of her thighs. She looked at him, her heart racing. “Just what do you think you are doing?” She asked softly.

She looked up at him, tears pricking at her eyes. She knew she was at his mercy, and maybe she even owed him something for looking after her. But she was still a woman, and no man had the right to touch her like this without her permission. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she turned away from his handsome face, she saw the desire in his eyes.

It was a talent she had trained herself young to recognize. She’d been given into marriage at a young age, to a man who was wealthy and stationed, but twenty years older than her. She’d been captivated that someone like that was interested in her, only to discover his appetite for young women was not limited to his wife. In fact, he had touched her only the once, to claim the honour he had paid dearly for, to keep up appearances. But his friends, she shuddered, had often looked at her as though she was an object to be lusted after. Elizabeth had been relieved her husband had died before he got it in his head to whore her out.

She shivered in the slight breeze, forcing herself to look at the soldier in front of her. “Please,” she said softly. “Not like this,” she heard the plea in her own voice as she raised her eyes to his. She had no ability to stop him, her body reacting favourably to him, but she hoped his honour would not allow him to take advantage of her wounded and at his mercy.

Slowly he released he nipple from the grip of his lips. It poped out swollen and sensitive. Even slower his hand retraced its steps. Sitting up he looked longingly at her beautiful body. " ma'am, its been a long time" was all he said then "sorry ma'am". He quietly got up and covered her with the cape. "We need to be going", he said, as he filled the water jar and canteen and kicked out the fire.

He bundled her in the warm blankets against the comming desert chill and mounted his horse. He was about to head for the trail when they both heard the sound of cracking branches and a deep gutteral growl. In the waning light, a 10 foot grizzly charged into their camp, set to make a meal of them. He leveled his rifle and shot. The grizzly paused but kept on comming he shot again, between the eyes, blood spatter everywhere. The bear kept comming. It pulled him from the horse, he was down on his back, the bear poised to tear his head off when a third shot rang out as he shot again through the bears neck into its skull. The bear colapsed on top of him. With great effort he crawled out from benieth it. She could see long bloody scratches on the back of his shoulder.

Taking out his knife he cut off several pounds of meat and wrapped it in a peice of the hide. and placed it in the saddle bag. Then he stripped off his sclothes and washed in the creek, and washed the blood from his clothes. "It will be alright" he said as he stood in front of her and dressed.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth had nearly felt her heart break at the longing in his eyes, as he withdrew his hands from her body. She had to admit, she had enjoyed his touch, but wounded and immobile, she was not an equal partner.

The sound of the rushing bear had been terrifying. She had screamed in horror as the beast toppled on top of Robert, her mind panicking. If he were dead, it’d not be long that she followed him, given her state. The relief she felt as he crawled out from under the massive carcass was immense. She looked at the blood and then to his face as he began to undress.

The claw marks were deep, and fresh, but seemingly nothing compared to the litany of healed scars marring his broad back. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering how he had gotten so many, and survived. He disappeared from her view, but she could hear the splashes of the water as he washed.

When he came back to her field of vision, his torso glistened with the water, the scratches long and angry but no longer bleeding fresh blood. The water seeming to have taken away some of the rough edges of his appearance, revelaing his handsome face and pleasant features. She sighed in relief.

“Are you sure you are alright?” she asked her voice small as she watched him dress. He was like no other man she’d ever seen. His body lithe and strong, so unlike that of her late husband who has been old and soft. Revolting. He however, spoke of masculinity and power, the layers of muscle in his back testifying to his strength.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elizabeth had nearly felt her heart break at the longing in his eyes, as he withdrew his hands from her body. She had to admit, she had enjoyed his touch, but wounded and immobile, she was not an equal partner.

The sound of the rushing bear had been terrifying. She had screamed in horror as the beast toppled on top of Robert, her mind panicking. If he were dead, it’d not be long that she followed him, given her state. The relief she felt as he crawled out from under the massive carcass was immense. She looked at the blood and then to his face as he began to undress.

The claw marks were deep, and fresh, but seemingly nothing compared to the litany of healed scars marring his broad back. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering how he had gotten so many, and survived. He disappeared from her view, but she could hear the splashes of the water as he washed.

When he came back to her field of vision, his torso glistened with the water, the scratches long and angry but no longer bleeding fresh blood. The water seeming to have taken away some of the rough edges of his appearance, revelaing his handsome face and pleasant features. She sighed in relief.

“Are you sure you are alright?” she asked her voice small as she watched him dress. He was like no other man she’d ever seen. His body lithe and strong, so unlike that of her late husband who has been old and soft. Revolting. He however, spoke of masculinity and power, the layers of muscle in his back testifying to his strength.

He looked over his shoulder, "those are nothing" He pulled on his shirt, still wet and dripping from the creek, and mounted his horse. They were off again into the night. he whistled quietly as they rode, her litter bumping along. It was a pleasant ride as he thought of her touch, and how her body responded to him. He hadnt felt that touch in more than a year and then he had had to pay for it, this however was very different. he whistled some more as his thoughts drifted along. She woke as he stopped the horse, the sun just causing a glow in the eastern sky.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth had faded off as the motion lulled her into a haze. Her rest was fitful with images of him, not stopping, of him, having her the way only a man to have a woman. She startled awake , her heart pounding. She’d only been with one man, once. But the idea of Robert’s touch, the memory of his mouth on her nipple, inflamed her imagination.

She listened as he whistled softly. She wondered what he was thinking of. What he thought of this afternoon’s interlude. She had never felt so alive and scared as she had under his touch. It was such a foreign feeling.

Her husband had not been attractive to her, and after his death she’d found the men in the East who had shown interest in her equally repulsive. That was why she had come west, to escape the oppressive dirty undertone she felt when she attended any function. Here no one would know anything about her, accept she was a wealth widow.

“Where are we?” She asked softly as the sky turned a darker shade of crimson. Her head was pounding, as was her side.

“Is your shoulder okay?” She hoped he was right in that the scratches were nothing, she’d feel terribly guilty if they were unattended because of his care for her.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elizabeth had faded off as the motion lulled her into a haze. Her rest was fitful with images of him, not stopping, of him, having her the way only a man to have a woman. She startled awake , her heart pounding. She’d only been with one man, once. But the idea of Robert’s touch, the memory of his mouth on her nipple, inflamed her imagination.

She listened as he whistled softly. She wondered what he was thinking of. What he thought of this afternoon’s interlude. She had never felt so alive and scared as she had under his touch. It was such a foreign feeling.

Her husband had not been attractive to her, and after his death she’d found the men in the East who had shown interest in her equally repulsive. That was why she had come west, to escape the oppressive dirty undertone she felt when she attended any function. Here no one would know anything about her, accept she was a wealth widow.

“Where are we?” She asked softly as the sky turned a darker shade of crimson. Her head was pounding, as was her side.

“Is your shoulder okay?” She hoped he was right in that the scratches were nothing, she’d feel terribly guilty if they were unattended because of his care for her.

"Well at this pace were four more days from Dodge" he answered. he got off the horse and knealt down beside her. Seeing her flushed face, he felt of her forhead. She had a fever. They needed to find another stream. He said nothing about it to her but climbed back on the horse. Rode quickly now watching the terrain looking for signs of a stream. After an hour or so with the sun rising higher he found what they needed. a small creek cascading down a bluff, the water was cool and clean. He got off the horse, and unwrapped her. "Ma'am, I'm sorry but we need to cool you down. " Removing the cape, he lifted her weak but nked body in his arms and carried her to the stream. Gently he lowered her into the flowing water. he went to the saddle bag and produced a bar of lie soap. "this will sting " he said as he carefully washed he wounds. Laying her head back he washed her hair and rinsed it. He took the cape rubbed it with soap and washed it as well. Putting away the soap he went back to retrieve her from the stream.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth saw the fleeting look in his eyes before he masked it. She was in trouble; she’d seen it in his eyes. She sighed, guess the heat I was feeling was coming from myself. She tried to remain aware of the surroundings, four days was a long time, she was slowing him down, considerably.

Elizabeth flushed a deeper shade of red as he lifted her off the litter, naked and into his arms. This man was going to know every curve of her body by the time they got to Dodge. She couldn’t help but sigh as he set her down in the cold water, every inch over her skin. It felt so refreshing and cool, though tears pricked at her eyes as he washed and tended her wound.

She looked down to watch his hands run over her skin, and seeing the blackened mass of flesh with the angry red sore in the middle, she nearly fainted. She’d never seen anything so horrible looking, and it was a great contrast to the porcelain undertone of her firm skin. She watched him move to put away his soap. She leaned back gently, ducking her hair into the cool water. She offered up a small prayer to whatever spirit might be listening. Let me beat this, I don’t want to die like this, please.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elizabeth saw the fleeting look in his eyes before he masked it. She was in trouble; she’d seen it in his eyes. She sighed, guess the heat I was feeling was coming from myself. She tried to remain aware of the surroundings, four days was a long time, she was slowing him down, considerably.

Elizabeth flushed a deeper shade of red as he lifted her off the litter, naked and into his arms. This man was going to know every curve of her body by the time they got to Dodge. She couldn’t help but sigh as he set her down in the cold water, every inch over her skin. It felt so refreshing and cool, though tears pricked at her eyes as he washed and tended her wound.

She looked down to watch his hands run over her skin, and seeing the blackened mass of flesh with the angry red sore in the middle, she nearly fainted. She’d never seen anything so horrible looking, and it was a great contrast to the porcelain undertone of her firm skin. She watched him move to put away his soap. She leaned back gently, ducking her hair into the cool water. She offered up a small prayer to whatever spirit might be listening. Let me beat this, I don’t want to die like this, please.

The cape was wet from washing, so he hung it in a tree to dry in the coming noonday heat. He spread a blanket on the groundfor her and lifting her from the stream, gently laid her on the the blanket in the shade of the cliff. He walked a few yards away and seemed to look through the scrub brush near the trees. He returned a few minutes later with some plant material in his hands pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants, he carefully stripped a thread from it. He went to his saddle and came back with the whiskey flask. He looked her in the eyes with concern on his face. “We need to close that wound, but its going to be painful” he said. He gave a small stick. “Bite on this when I tell you” he took out the whiskey flask, gave her a drink, and used it to sterilize the thread and a large thorn he had pulled from the brush. He tied the thread to the thorn told her to bight down, and began to sew. She wasnt able to remain still from the pain so he layed his body on top of her to hold her still and continued. After an agonizing few minutes he was finished. She was sobbing so he picked her up and held her in his arms, gently rubbing her back until she seemed to fall asleep from the stress.

He sat there holding her for near an hour and she barely moved, so he laid back on the blanket letting her sleep against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He woke several hours later to find that she hadn't moved and was resting quietly. Her fever was gone, and the wound had lost its angry red color. The soap and cold watre had done their job. He gently rubbed her back to wake her.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth watched as he prepped himself. He was going to give her stitches. She swallowed the lump that had been forming in her throat as she watched him, knowing but not wanting to acknowledge the facts.

She took the whiskey, closing her eyes as the fire ignited her throat and lit a trail to her belly. She watched him closely as he handed her the piece of green willow. Her hand brushed his lightly and she caught his eye. Her green orbs were large, resigned to the pain she was about to feel, but also underlined with something else, faith.

“I trust you, Robert,” she said softly, looking into his eyes, hoping he knew how much this meant to her. He could have left her for the Indians, but he’d chosen not to, even though he’d been attacked by a bear and was days away from reaching his home. Watching his handsome face as he bent to begin, Elizabeth hissed with the first stitch, biting the willow bark trying to focus on the unique taste versus the searing agony in her side.

She woke, to a soft caress on her back, her eyes fluttered several times, as she regained her sense of surrounding. Her head seemed clearer than it had been before, and her skin no longer felt as though it were engulfed in flames. She moaned softly, oh yeah, her side still hurt, but aside from that this was the best she had felt in two days. She stilled, noticing for the first time the hard warmth behind her, and how the soft caress had not yet stopped.

“I feel better,” she softly said to him as she moved, stretching tentatively so as not to disrupt her stitches.

 

[wolvenrogue]

" I hope you forgive my forwardness, but you may just be the prettiest thing this old soldier has ever seen Ma'am, these last few days have been at one time both the most pleasant and the most tempting I've ever experienced. I don't believe I've ever felt so good about laying on a piece of hard ground" He smiled now looking unashamedly at her naked body. It was a warm afternoon, but the shade of the rocks made it bearable. he took off his shirt to cool off and propped his back against a tree as he looked at her and smiled. As he laid his shirt down on the blanket, it was apparent it was stained with fresh blood. He was still bleeding from the bear attach. He tossed it to the side and stretched out on the blanket. His heavily muscled torso now spread in front of her.

 

[PickleChiffon]

She blushed under his compliment, a soft smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she said softly watching him take off his shirt. With her mind clear she followed every muscle of his torso, every muscle that was defined, and some that were not. He was definitely a man, solid and unyielding.

“You’re still bleeding,” she whispered softly as he stretched his body out next to hers.

She gazed into his eyes, seeing appreciation in them, and blushing deeper. He was a very handsome man, and the slight invasion of her space sent her heart fluttering as though it was trying to burst from her chest. She wondered if he noticed her racing pulse. She reached out with her hand, tentatively touching him.

“You are real aren’t you, not just some fevered concoction of my mind?” She slowly raised her eyes to his as her fingertips rested against his chest, her lips slightly parting.

 

[wolvenrogue]

He rolled on his side to face her and leaned forward to meet her beckoning lips. His finger traced the edge of her nipple in a circle then trailed ever so lightly across her belly and into the hollow of her hips rising off and into the air just before it reached he slit. He was teasing her, he knew it and yet he did it shamelessly. his kissed now finding the nape of her neck and shoulders. He slowly kissed his way across her collarbone and onto the soft flesh above her breast. he slowly continued until he met that friend of another day her nipple. he paused a moment looking in her eyes. waiting for a sign to continue or back off.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth held her breath as he touched her. His familiarity with her body evident in the way his hands gilded over her soft skin. She gasped softly as his lips trailed over her collar bone, to her neck, and then down to her breasts.

Never had she felt the curl of desire, as she felt it now. Her whole body seemed to ache from need for his touch. She melted when the raised his eyes to her. Sliding her hand into his hair, and then along his jaw bone, she gently lead his mouth back to her flesh, giving her okay for him to continue.

She knew on some level, laying with him was wrong, but she wasn’t a virgin anymore, she was a widow, and that offered her a lot of freedom.

She trailed her fingertips back along his strong jaw to his ear, then slid them into his hair, caressing his head as his lips connected to the rose coloured peak on her breast. She sighed softly as his lips played with it, causing her nipple to pucker and peak even tighter.

She moaned in pleasure as his tongue laved at her nipple, teasing her into a higher state of need. She’d never experienced anything like this. With her husband, the first and only time he took her, it had lasted maybe two minutes, she’d been unprepared and left crying in her bridal bed.

This, this was something completely foreign yet wonderfully welcome.

 

[wolvenrogue]

her guiding hand was a welcome sign. he eagerly lavished her nipples with the attentions of his lips as his fingers again began to stray. This time not hesitating when they reached he damp slit. he played there gently opening her flower with his finger. he paused, stood and let his trousers fall to the ground his body now fully available to him. he again layed beside her and began earnestly suckling her nipples he kissed his way down off her breasts and across her belly he pulled her hips toward him as he kissed his way to her clit. His cock was fully erect. he hadn't felt this good in years. Such a young and beautiful woman freely responding to his touch.

 

[PickleChiffon]

Elizabeth moaned softly as she watched him shed his pants. His body was amazing. His hips slim, yet solid, with thick powerful thighs, his skin sun-kissed in areas she’d never seen so dark on anyone.

Her eyes traveled the length of him, as she moved back to lay at her side. She held his gaze as his hands resumed laying claim on her skin, then to be replaced by his mouth. She gasped as he kissed down her belly, careful of the wound on her side, the slight stubble on his chin catching and starching her tender flesh.

She squirmed as his lips brushed over her womanhood, her eyes flying open in surprise a soft “oh” escaping her lips. He was surely a magician given the way his touch, and his kisses made her body sing. She couldn’t help but slide her hands back into his hair stroking his head, as his mouth lowered on to her. Gasping in shock at the pleasurable feel, her hips arched to him, wanting more.

"Please," she whispered, not knowing what she was begging for, but needing something.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elizabeth moaned softly as she watched him shed his pants. His body was amazing. His hips slim, yet solid, with thick powerful thighs, his skin sun-kissed in areas she’d never seen so dark on anyone.

Her eyes traveled the length of him, as she moved back to lay at her side. She held his gaze as his hands resumed laying claim on her skin, then to be replaced by his mouth. She gasped as he kissed down her belly, careful of the wound on her side, the slight stubble on his chin catching and starching her tender flesh.

She squirmed as his lips brushed over her womanhood, her eyes flying open in surprise a soft “oh” escaping her lips. He was surely a magician given the way his touch, and his kisses made her body sing. She couldn’t help but slide her hands back into his hair stroking his head, as his mouth lowered on to her. Gasping in shock at the pleasurable feel, her hips arched to him, wanting more.

"Please," she whispered, not knowing what she was begging for, but needing something.

He suckled her clit in his lips humming with happiness and sending vibrations to he most sensitive of places. his tongue began to invade her please as he was it her begging. Nothing was more fetching to him than a woman aching with desire. He could feel her pleasure rising the longing in her loins. they trembled in his hands and massaged them with relish. Turning he kissed his way back up her torso, til his lips met her own. At that same moment His cock grazed her lower lips which parted, inviting him in. He teased her a moment then entered her fully surprised at her tightness. He was in heaven, surrounded by moistness and convulsions. She seemed to pulsate around him. Afraid he would hurt her he rolled over carrying him on top of him. She was now stradling him and for the first time he saw her lucious breasts hanging before him. he cupped them in his hands which were shaking with nervous pleasure. He loved the feel of her stiff nipples against his palms. His breath grew short and ragged as he was near to losing control. He sat up, her legs wrapping around her careful of her wound and cuddling her in his arms. He could hold back no more. Giving in to unquenchable desire he let go and as his cok throbbed filled her with his seed. He kissed her deeply. Holding her tenderly not wanting the moment to end.

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Damn my computer it mangle my post. here is what it should have said:

He suckled her clit in his lips humming with happiness and sending vibrations to her most sensitive of places. His tongue began to invade her deep within her. He was pleased at her begging. Nothing was more fetching to him than a woman aching with desire. He could feel her pleasure rising and the longing in her loins. They trembled in his hands and he massaged them with relish. Turning he kissed his way back up her torso, til his lips met her own. At that same moment his cock grazed her lower lips which parted, inviting him in. He teased her a moment then entered her fully, surprised at her tightness. He was in heaven, surrounded by moistness and convulsions. She seemed to pulsate around him. Afraid he would hurt her, he rolled over carrying her on top of him. She was now stradling him and for the first time he saw her lucious breasts hanging before him. He cupped them in his hands which were shaking with nervous pleasure. He loved the feel of her stiff nipples against his palms. His breath grew short and ragged as he was near to losing control. He sat up, her legs wrapping around him, careful of her wound and cuddling her in his arms. He could hold back no more. Giving in to unquenchable desire he let go and as his cock throbbed and he filled her with his seed. He kissed her deeply. Holding her tenderly not wanting the moment to end.