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

As the conductor closed the door, Robert got a chair and jammed it under the handle making the door impossible to open from the outside. He did the same with the rear door as well. He was taking no chances. This time if Delaney wanted her, he'd find himself on the wrong end of Robert's gun. He laid a pistol on each night stand and slipped the carbine under the bed and laid down next to Elizabeth. "How is my young mother feeling this morning?" He asked. He ran his hand gently over her belly trying to imagine it in 6 months. He was exhausted from the last 24 hour. He cuddled up to Elizabeth and fell asleep.
 
She softly kissed him. "We are well," she said softly, seeing the heavy droop in his eyes. She smoothed her fingers over his face as he fell asleep. She watched the landscape move past them through the windows.

Her stomach seemed much more at home with the land solid beneath them than on the boat. She snuggled close to her sleeping love. His heat and the comfrotable position she was in was overwhellming and she felt herself begin to drift.

She tired to fight the desire to sleep but lost out, as his steady heartbeat played in her ear.
 
Robert woke in the middle of the night needing the outhouse. He went to the little room in their car. He was fumbling around trying to figure out what to do. The door slammed and he felt foolish as it woke Elizabeth. He had his pants around his ankles and was trying to figure out what to do (the lid was down and latched) "Darn it!" he said.
 
Elizabeth woke suddenly to cursing and a loud bang. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and fumbled to get up. Robert was in the lavatory, cursing like an angry bear.

She soon realised what his problem was and laughed softly. She unlatched the lid, and lifted it, before kissing her lover on the cheek and letting him have his privacy.

She sat on the bed waiting for him to get out, if nothing else she was going to enjoy the cuddles that would come as they tried to get back to sleep.
 
Robert finished his business and got up and pulled the chain. New fangled stuff he muttered as he got out of his clothes before returning to bed. He smiled as he saw his bride laying fully dressed on top of the covers. He unlaced and pulled off her shoes then started working on the corset. Whether she was again asleep or just letting him work, didn't matter. He enjoyed it anyway. He unbuttoned the many buttons on her dress and then set her her up. It was then he saw the gleam in her eye and new she ahd been playing with him. H ehugged her and helped her out of her dress, and they both climbed underthe covers naked, as they ahd grown accustomed to sleeping since the days in the desert. His arms wrapped around her and his cock now hard in anticipation layed along the crack of her soft warm ass. "You do know your beautiful Mrs. Walker",he said.
 
Elizabeth snuggled into his arms loving the feel of his body hard and hot behind her. She moved a bit, causing his shaft to slip between her thighs, the head slipping naturally into between her moist warm lips.

Elizabeth sighed arching closer to him, pressing her ass to his body, as she let him slide further into her from behind.

Placing his hand on her stomach, she rocked her hips under him. She had loved sleeping naked with him. The skin on skin contact giving her a heat she never would get tired of .

“You Mr Walker are fantastic,” she said softly.
 
Robert decided on a long slow fuck and slid slowly in and out of her as their feeling intensified. He held her large soft breasts in his hands and trapped the nipples between his fingers. He kissed the back of her neck. This felt so good after the trauma of the past few days. he loved what the motion of the tarin did to them both as they drifted closer and closer to the point of ecstacy over the space of an hour.
 
Elizabeth was breathing hard in not time, as their bodies moved slowly together, back and forth. She closed her eyes, loosing herself in the sensation of Robert making slow tender love to her.

This was so different than anyother time they had been together. It was as though he was playing her body like the most delicate of musical instruments. She moaned softly as she rocked her hips against him, with a bit more of an increased pace. She was in need of him.
 
"some body is anxious!" he whispered in her ear with an impish grin. He made slower but deeper strokes, painfully slow letting her lips snap shut as he pulled completely out only to enter he slowly again. He made slow little circles around her nipples and clit with his fingers, shooing her hand away when she tried to help with her own. He could feel he clutching at him with her body, hear her whimper. He slowly pulled out of her again, but this time slipped back and before she knew what had happened slid deep in her ass with his completely slick cock.
 
Elizabeth tensed as Robert slide so easily and painlessly into her ass. She loved this angle if only for that fact, he could take her any way he wished. She gasped softly as he began moving in and out of her body. She closed her eyes again, her fingers playing over his as he stroked her nipples hard and long. She wished she had the words to describe how incredible it felt to have him love her.

“mmmRobert,” she moaned softly as she pushed into him. She brought his hand to her mouth and gently sucked on his rough trail weary fingers, teasing them with her tongue, mirroring how she licked and teased at his cock.
 
Robert could feel her reaching that cross over point, the point of no return. Her ass would clinch and the silent scream would come. He slipped quickly out of her and moving forward entered her ever so slowly. He was teasing her to the end and he knew the end was near. He could feel it.

Let go dear he said with a wicked smile Let go!
 
Elizabeth moaned in sheer pleasure as Robert slid back into her slick moist pussy. She rocked against him, for just two delightful strokes before she called out his name.

"Robert!!!!" she gasped as her body began clenching around him, pulling and milking him. Her whole body trembled as she panted with the force of the orgasm eminating from her core.
 
Robert had been a paragon of control but now she was his undoing! he plunged deep and hard to meet her. "OH Elizabeth!" he called out as he gave in to euphoria and filled her. he cuddled up against her and closed his eyes he was warm and wet again with his lovely bride. Just where he wanted to be. It wasn't long before he slept tucked up tight against her, his arm wrapped tightly below her breasts her left breast in his hand.

They woke to the sound of the trains whistle. They were approaching a town.
 
Elizabeth woke to the screech of the train whistle singnalling their approach into a town. She stretched languidly next to Robert as she rousted herself.

A town ment the possibility of stopping and walking about for a bit. Not that they needed it particularly, but for all those other passangers who did not have their own car, this would be a wlecome break to stretch their legs.
 
For Robert, the town meant something else entirely, a threat to security. It was a chance for Delaney's men to find them.. As it is he might not even know they were near. Robert got up and check the chairs under the door handles, and shuttered the windows.


Then got back in bed with Elizabeth and wrapped a protective arm around her. If they were going to get his bride this time, he'd go down fighting. They wouldn't steal her like a thief. It reminded him of the first nights on the trail when they met.
 
Elizabeth smiled as Robert came back to bed, a position of protection as he wrapped his arms about her. She had to admit she enjoyed the attention. The train slowed down, the tracks squeeling under the metal wheels as the conductor applied the breaks. She wondered if Delaney's men would dissembark at this stop or continue on their way. So far no one had darred interrupt the suite they were in, but Elizabeth knew it was a matter of time.

She lay her head on his shoulder, her hands covering her belly. This little baby would be well loved and well protected always. She smiled softly as she gently began humming to her tiny family.
 
Robert was glad that Elizabeth now understood his desire to protect her. This was serious businees to him. Delaney had upped the anti when he had her kidnapped. Robert was determined that he would pay for that sin and all his others as well. When they got to Boston, it would be Delaney who would live in fear if Robert had anything to say about it. He hugged Elizabeth tightly to him and tried to relax in the relative safety of their private car.
 
A strong rap came at their door, about a half hour after the train had stopped. Elizabeth tensed in Robert's arms. It could be nothing, but it could be something.

She got up quietly and made her way to the adjoining seating area. She sat in a chair, watching as Robert made to answer the door. She didn't realise she was holding her breath until little spots of light flashed black in her eyes.

She gripped the chair as she listened to the exchange going on at the door to the private car.
 
((pickle, read my PM first))

"I don't wish to be disturbed. This is a private carriage! Go away!" The knocking continued. He walked quietly over to Liz and motioned her to follow. he pulled the mattress from the bed and laid it against the dinning table. He had Liz sit behind it on the floor. He pulled on his jeans, strapped on his gun belt, picked up the Carbine and went back to the door and yelled "state you business" seeing the door was equipped with a peephole he peered out. Outside stood a black man in a porter's uniform, his hands shaking and fear in his eyes. Robert almost let his guard down, but then thought for a minute. "Stay put" he said, handing Elizabeth a pistol. If anyone but me comes in here, shoot first, ask questions later. I'll be back.

Bob went into the odd little closet with the ceramic fixture. He remembered seeing a sky light there. He stood on the lid and opened it, the climbed out on the roof of the train and crawled to the end above the front door. He saw a man holding a pistol aimed at the still knocking Porter. He took careful aim and shot the man through the wrist with the carbine. He quickly racked another round and shot him through the other wrist. The man ran in terror, his pistols laying on the ground.

Its me Elizabeth, he yelled as he dropped back through the skylight. He went to the front door and opened it, asked the porter to come back in an hour and replenish their supplies and make the bed, then picked up the pistols and went back inside. He closed the door and went to his wife, She was sitting, knuckles white, still wrapped around the pistol handle. He sat beside her, wrapped his arm around her and pried the gun from her hand. He burned with anger for men that would do this to such a fine woman. He wished he had shot the man in the groin as he had deserved, but it had been important he get away, and with two shattered wrists he would be no threat to anyone ever again. He wanted him to live to tell the story. He hoped to his brother, in Boston! He kissed Elizabeth tenderly, and coaxed her into letting him help her dress.
 
Elizabeth was startled but the quick action Robert had taken. Granted the gun shots had caused her to jump, she knew they were not levelled lightly. She was shaking gently as Robert came back to retrieve her, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

She looked at her love and smiled tentatively before closing her eyes. The sooner they were in Boston the better off they’d be. At least they’d be able to confront the demon that was chasing them. She kissed him gently as she asked him softly what had happened. Listening to him, she took a deep breath. He’d not killed anyone, yet, which was good to hear. Hopefully his warning would be well heeded by the people who wished to do them harm.

As the train rumbled to life again, Elizabeth was glad to be moving once more.
 
The rest of the train ride was uneventful but Robert was on high alert. He jumped at every odd noise, and didn't sleep a wink. By the end of the ride he was a cranky old bear. As they got off the train in Boston, he nearly kissed the ground. He hired a buggy for the ride to their hotel. He would tend to his business in the morning but for now he needed some rest. Once inside, he placed his weapons one on each table and the carbine next to his side of the bed. He station a chair under the door, and he looked at Elizabeth weerily. "Come to bed with me darling" he said.

He was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.
 
Elizabeth let Robert sleep. He had earned it, keeping them safe on the rest of the train ride. Now that they were here in Boston, he at least had the ability to rest and regain his strength.

This confrontation would be on their terms. She gently stroked his face as he slept, before letting the warm comfort of his body lull her into a peaceful sleep beside him.

Her dreams were fraught with danger though, escaping people chasing them, worries of the baby, and of Robert getting himself killed. She woke to find him staring at her concern in his eyes.

“What is it?” She asked drowsily as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
 
"You've been jumping all over the bed." he said, "are you ok?" Robert was wide awake and refreshed. He was hungry, but otherwise he was just fine. " I hope your hungry he said, cause I'm starved we need to get something to eat. He rubbed her back gently as she tried to shake off the sleep. Thank you for letting me sleep, my dear. He went to the window and looked out on the town. It was an impressive city. Fine carriages everywhere. He went to the bathroom and saw a variety of white ceramic fixtures he looked around and was about to pee in the tub when he saw Elizabeth at the door. her look told him something was wrong."What?" he asked
 
"Wrong ceramic fixture!" She blanched. She turned Robert to the toilet, and laughed shaking her head. She loved her country cowboy, but he was not suited to the finer city living. She closed the door once she had set him straight and dressed in one of the store bought dresses she'd brought with her.

She grimaced as it was tight on her hips, but other than that it was the most apropriate thing she hand in her posession for being seen in Boston. Elizabeth laughed softly at the humbled expression Robert wore as he came out of the bathroom. She looped her arm through his and the headed out for breakfast and some shopping before confronting Delaney.
 
Robert had risen early and had dressed in his best jeans and a white shirt and split leather coat. he tucked his long knife in his boot, and a pistol behind his back. He was taking no chances. he wrapped his arm around his bride and they headed down the street to to look for a restaurant.

They found one on the next corner and went in. Robert spotted a table and just headed for it. The greeter, caught his arm. Excuse me sir, and pointed to the sign," please wait to be seated" it said." How many in your party sir?" the greeter asked. "Party, this isn't a party, can't you see it's just me and the Mrs.?" "Right this way sir" the greeter said. He lead them past the table he had seen and to another a few feet away. "What was wrong with that one over there?" he asked. I'm sorry sir but that table is reserved for Mr. Delaney, Mr. Jim Delaney. " "thanks" Robert said as he began to look over the menu. he would be watching that particular table.
 
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