He shivered as warm lips caressed the sensitive skin of his neck. Moaned as cool hands were placed on his hips. Nearly sobbed at the intense pleasure he felt with each hard thrust. He ws close now. He could feel it. As if he was wearing his skin inside out. So that even something as small as the brush of butterfly wings, or the rush of hot breath on his cheek, could trigger a flood of sensation that left him weak in the knees and panting for more. Then those feelings would overwhelm him. And he would forget everything. Except how good it felt. And how he would do anything to feel this way again."Oh God, Chris. More." He could hear the pleading tone in his own voice. Perversely, that only excited him further. Just a few more thrusts and he'd be there. Shuddering beneath the gunslinger. Seein' stars. Hearin' the angels sing. All of that and more.
Then suddenly, the world came to a crashing halt. He was left quivering and shaking with unfulfilled need as Chris lifted himself off the bed and stood staring down at Vin, shaking his head and frowning.
"See what happens when you can't depend on your friends, Vin? They leave you hanging. Aint a whole lot of fun, is it? I needed to know I could depend on you." Chris shrugged and began walking towards the door. "Better luck next time."
The gunslinger was out the door and gone for good before the echo of his parting words had faded.
"Ya can. Ya can depend on me. Old reliable. That's my middle name. Wait. Don't leave me!" Vin wailed these last few words as the agony in his body spread through his soul.
"Leave you? Hmmmph....I should be so lucky. And the only thing I can depend on is being utterly miserable in this terrible, uncivilized place you brought me to." The querulous voice of his companion brought Vin completely awake and back to awareness. The last place he wanted to be.
"Shut up, Charlotte. Brazil was your damn stupid idea in the first place." he said tiredly. They had this same conversation on an almost daily basis.
"Don't try and blame this on me, Mr. Wild and Woolly. Dull and dirty would be closer to the... Ewwwwwww" She broke off her tirade with a shriek.
"What is that, Vin Tanner?" She pointed to his still semi hard erection.
"That's what got me into this mess." Vin muttered, glaring down at the offending portion of his anatomy.
"Don't think for one minute you're going to stick that thing in me again anytime soon. We did it just a few months ago for your birthday. I'm not a loose woman you know." Charlotte continued to harangue and harp long after the organ in question had given up the ghost.
"I aint gonna touch ya." Vin grabbed his pillow and jerked the blanket out of her grasp. He climbed out of bed and stomped into the other room.
"Touch her? Hell. I can't pay anyone around these here parts to take her offa my hands." The tracker spoke aloud, hoping the virago in the other room heard every word. No such luck. She was already sound asleep.
Vin sighed as he threw the bedding down on the floor. He sighed again as he thought about his most recent dream and about Chris' reply to Vin's latest telegram.
DON'T COME BACK. STOP. MADE YOUR BED. STOP.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT. STOP.C. LARABEE
Vin lay down in his cold, lonely bed on the hard floor and wished for the thousandth time that he'd just stayed in town and never gone with that damn wagon train.
The End
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