I have loved Vin Tanner from the moment I set eyes on him.
How could I not? He is beautiful, kind and giving. The perfect
man. Which is why he could never love me.
I know he cares. He's been so wonderful to me. He talks to me,
often when the others are in bed, or before they get up in the
morning. But he could never be truly mine.
I think I knew before he did that he loved Chris. And I know I
knew that Chris loved him before Vin did. Chris confided in me
long before he got up the courage to tell Vin. I encouraged him
as best I could, to tell Vin, knowing that Vin would be more than
receptive.
Chris told Vin that he loved him in front of me. I'm still not
sure if it would have hurt more or less to have had it happen
somewhere else. I can't describe the look on Vin's face. If he
is always beautiful to me, he was so much more so then. I could
never be the cause of that look from Vin. Even if he had loved
me, I could never have made him look like he did after hearing
Chris's words.
I wasn't sure if I could watch their first kiss, but I couldn't
tear my eyes away, either.
Oh, Vin's arms going around Chris, the soft little moans as
Chris abandoned his lips, nipping along his jawline, then
making love to Vin's throat with his tongue. I wanted to
protest, to say that Vin should be feeling that with me, and
not Chris, but I couldn't.
I thought that they had forgotten that I was there, that their
passion might take them to the point of lying down together
as I watched, but Vin knew I was there.
"We have company, remember," he whispered between moans.
"Then let's take this somewhere more comfortable," the blonde
gunslinger suggested.
"Good idea," Vin smiled. Then he turned to me, running a gentle
caress over my head. I leaned into the feeling, knowing that
no one could take this from me and Vin. Not even Chris Larabee.
"Goodnight, Peso," he whispered to me, brushing a kiss onto my
nose.
The End
