One Honest Heart
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One Honest Heart
DISCLAIMER: THE MAGNIFICENT 7 DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF 20th CENTURY FOX. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT ARE MINE, ARE THE TOWN'S PEOPLE IN THE STORY. NO MONEY EXCHANGED, JUST FOR FUN. LEANN RIMES AND CURB RECORDS OWN THE SONG "I'LL GET EVEN WITH YOU".
Chris/ O.C.
The stagecoach roared to a stop in the middle of the lazy town. Two gentlemen and a lady promptly exited the carriage. The two gentlemen were busy dusting themselves off, while the lady wrestled with the luggage rack to free her medium sized bag and head for the hotel.
She was tired of traveling, and tired of men- namely the two that presented themselves as gentlemen, in the coach. Her only thought was to get cleaned up and have something to eat. Possibly apply for a job. Slipping into a nice hot bath, she closed her eyes and listened to the noise on the street. Listening for any change, or the sound of her name being called, followed by ill-mannered words and tones. She listened carefully, but none came. Perfect.The town was oblivious to her arrival.
Slipping her robe on, she moved to her room, down the hall and to the left.
"Ma'am." A man in black nodded as they passed in the hallway. He continued walking and was kind enough not to look back to see her stop and watch him.
Hm. He was at least decent enough to let me alone. She thought to herself as she slipped into a clean dress, and began fixing her hair. Her long black, ringletted hair had sometimes been a nuissance, but others it was a good trait. She pulled the sides back and clasped them together in the back, to keep it out of her eyes. The legnth of it had been too long to be held in a bun or a pony-tail. She had had it in a braid when she got there and she wasn't in the habit of using the same style twice in one day.
Tieing her boots, she stood up and admired herself in the full legnth mirror before leaving to accquaint her stomach with the Saloon food. She pulled on her waistcoat and fastened it, then slid a small pistol just inside the hem so it rested inbetween the coat and her stomach.
It was night already. Imagine that. Night or not, she found her way to the Saloon without too much trouble. Stepping out of the way of a brawl that had two drunken men rolling around before flinging eachother out of the building, she took a moment to take in the crowd.
Walking through the threshold, her eye caught a familiar figure. The gentleman in black. He was sitting at a table, smirking and drinking with his friends. She could tell he was one who didn't take his whiskey and ego to extremes. At the same instant that she spotted him, he spotted her.
Nodding to each other in silent meeting, then returned to their own events.
As she sat in a corner table and ate her meal, she took notes of how the atmosphere in the saloon worked. Studying each man and woman in the place until she felt she had a good idea of the daily activity.
Her eyes wandered over the crowd, but somehow she managed to always find the man in black. Still sitting at the table, drinking the same galss of whatever he was drinking, and listening to his loud-mouthed friend beside him. His pose was relaxed, but aware of his surroundings. His soft yet almost sad smile was frequent on his face. She could tell he had had a past like she did. Cruel and unkind, but somehow he managed to smile with his friends.
As the clock beside the staircase struck 2 AM, she pulled herself to her feet and exited the room before the bartender could inform the crowd of closing time.
*****
The next morning, she was dressed and making her way down the stairs to the lobby of the hotel. Her gown glided down the steps casually, and her hair bounced with each footfall. Nearing the bottom of the stairs, her holding on the rail was not enough to stop her from missing a step, sending her falling into the arms of a shaggy blond, dressed in a hat and leather coat, who just happened to be standing at the bottom of the steps. He held her in against him until she could regain her balance and push herself away from him.
"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked.
She was too busy looking about herself and smoothing out her dress to notice his words, until he asked again. "Yes. I'm fine. Thank you for stopping my fall. Excuse me." Her voice was mostly a whisper, and she was careful enough not to let her natural tongue slip, in case he knew of her.
Watching her walk out of the hotel and hurry across the street to the Saloon, he stood leaning against the rail in wonder. He was soon joined by a commrade in a red coat and fancy hat. "Mister Tanner, I do believe that lady threw herself onto you. What a lady she is." The man in the red coat had begun shuffling a deck of cards in his hands.
"It seems that lady isn't here for meeting a man." Vin was still eyeing the doorway.
"Why do you say that?" Ezra looked from his cards to the door.
"Because, she had a pocket pistol tucked underneath her waistcoat."
"These are dangerous times for a lady, Mister Tanner."
"True. But she was a bit too cautious."
A short while later, Chris and Nathan had joined the two. Together, the four of them made their way to the Saloon, where the lady already was. She was talking to the bartender, who was wiping glasses with a dishtowel.
The room was empty, except for the bartender and the lady who was now aware of the four men in the doorway. Straightening her pose, she watched them take a table and the man in black had taken the liberty of approaching the bar for an order of coffee.
He was standing just feet away from her but, it was nearly too close. Mm. He smelled good. Ivory soap and leather. His voice was soft and calm. His gestures were slow and even. He waited patiently for the barkeep to return with his coffee, not saying a word to her or fixing his eyes on a lady that was clearly trying to go unnoticed.
As the barkeep set the coffee on the counter, and the man in black rejoined his companions, she asked the barkeep again what his answer was. "You can start tonight. 7PM sharp." As he turned around to place the dry glasses on the shelf behind him, she smiled to herself and then quickly walked out.
She began walking briskly towards the post office, when a voice that said only one word, stopped her in her tracks.
"Aryssa!"
Her body froze in place and she began to feel an icy chill in the summer air. She closed her eyes and prayed she had imagined her name being shouted across the street. Holding her breath in for a minute that seemed like an hour, she waited to feel harsh hands on her arms, and angry screams in her face. She didn't have to wait long. As soon as she had opened her eyes, she was whirled around to face a dusty man with an untrimmed mustache and a mean temper. Panic hit her eyes but not her face. No. She wouldn't let the town see her fear of this man who was now booming out loud about a mishap between them.
The man in black and his friends had casually walked outside to see what was the matter. Lighting his smoke, he calmly removed it from his lips and shook the match out. "Why don'tcha leave the lady alone. I'm guessing she doesn't really want you around her, let alone touching her."
"Mind your own business. This aint no lady, she's just a tramp. A tramp that owes me her life." The man pulled her against him and leaned in so that his lips were barely brushing her ear. "You're mine, bitch."
A gun cocking behind him made the dusty man turn away from the girl, who in turn used that as a way out. She brought her knee up and met his groin with a sharp motion. In doing so, he released her and doubled over in front of her. While he was still bent over, she turned and ran back to the hotel.
Chris and Vin had watched her flee and left the others to detain the dusty and foul-mouthed man, while they caught up to her and tried to talk to her about what happened.
Following her up the stairs and down the hall, Vin called out to her. "Miss, are you alright?"
She stopped, and turned to see who wanted her attention now. "Oh, it's you two. I told you, I'm fine." Her voice was as soft and monotonous as before. She turned back to the door and unlocked it. She opened it partly and turned to see Chris standing just inches from her.
"It's not everyday a lady arrives in town and is assaulted the next day in the middle of the street. A lady traveling on her own and obviously running from something, should at least try to take a stand for herself. But, if you insist that you're okay..." He watched her listening to his words.
"I can assure you, I can take care of myself. Thank you. Please excuse me." Her calm voice interrupted him. She glanced at the two out of the corner of her eye and went inside, shutting and locking the door behind her.
"Well, that went well." Vin whispered as they began walking back towards the stairs. His rifle had been propped against his right shoulder, patiently waiting for the man in dusty ragged clothes and a mean temper to barrell through the door.
"To each their own trouble follows, I guess." Chris followed Vin down the stairs and back out to the street.
*****
That night, she had on her best royal purple satin gown and black boots. Her hair had been washed, brushed and styled into a high pony-tail with a bow for an ornament. The top of her gown had been finished with ribbon straps and a tight bodice. No sleeves, but the small layer of ruffles left the mind to wonder about her breast size. The skirt of it wasn't long, but rather a thin layer of purple satin that went around the back of the garment and gathered at the hips, leaving the front open enough to have another layer of purple satin covering her womanhood. The front only came down to mid-thigh while the back came down to the back of her knees. At 5'6", any man would tell her that her dress fit her nicely. Her thin body looked as if it was suffocating in the outfit, but she seemed to have enough room for air.
The crowd, including Chris and his companions, came to a hush. They all stared at the woman who was now standing in the middle of the room. She waited until she was sure she had their whole attention. She nodded to the man sitting at the piano but holding a guitar. As soon as he started playing, she began to sing.
For all the nights you held me close
Warmed my heart when it was cold
When I was giving up
You gave me love
Chris stopped his idle chat with a barmaid that had wandered into his lap, and froze in mid-sentence to stare at this amazing siren in the middle of the room. But, he wasn't the only one to stop what they were doing and stare at her. Everyone else did the same.
From some dark alley in my mind
You made a hidden dream unwind
Turned my stumbling blocks
To stepping stones
As she continued her song, images started to flash through Chris's head. Were they real? He thought of a cold day, and he and the girl were alone in a cabin, with a fire roaring in the fireplace. The bed was off to one corner, and they were lying and snuggling there. She had sat up and pulled a thick comforter up over them, from the end of the bed. They were both naked and warm. She lay back down and pulled him over top of her. He was kissing her, passionately. Easing his way into her, he started slowly and then letting his rhythym increase, he found himself making love to her. He continued until they both gave out and let the fire wash over their bodies as they came.
I'll get even with you
For the hard times you helped me through
I'll give it back to you
All the love you've given me
They laid there, petting each other, and basking in the glow and heat their bodies created. The sun pierced through the gloom, outside. And they stared into the other's eyes.
For the rest of my life
Everyday and every night
If it's the last thing I'll ever do
I'll get even with you
She toyed with his blond hair, as he wandered his hands over her breasts and eventually let his mouth nip and suck at her warm nipples. They lay there for a long while, snuggling and flirting with each other.
When the odds were against me
And I was lost with no will to go on
You wrapped your loving arms around my heart
Took my losin' hand and led me home
He thought of her fixing a meal for them and feeding him while he carved a figurine out of a small piece of wood. They smiled at each other and held each other close. She'd play with the buttons on his shirt and he'd smile and kiss her neck before carrying her back to bed.
I'll get even with you
For the hard times you helped me through
I'll give it back to you
All the love you've given me
For the rest of my life
Everyday and every night
If it's the last thing I'll ever do
I'll get even with you
Chris was nudged back to where he was by the barmaid on his lap. She was clapping, along with everyone else, as Aryssa finished her song.
If it's the last thing I ever do
I'll get even with you
She started to sing another song, when the doors swung open and someone yelled to the crowd that she was a mere whore, and not to pay attention to her. The person then rushed over to her and pulled her arm.
*****
Vin stood up and propped his rifle against his shoulder, he warned the man to leave before it turned ugly. When the man thought he was joking, he brought it down to point at the man's feet and cocked the gun. Vin warned the man again to leave the girl alone, or he'd shoot off some toes.
"This bitch ain't good for nothin. She owes me her life, and you, pard, can stay out of my way."
With that, the crowd started in and told the dusty man to leave the girl alone.
The man was getting frustrated by the crowd and drew his gun. He fired a shot at the ceiling and then backed out of the Saloon, dragging the shocked and resisting Aryssa, with him.
As they reached the street, a crowd had gathered outside, to see what was going on. He didn't pay any mind to it. He had his prize, and now he was mounting his horse with her thrown over his lap. He cautiously aimed his rusty pistol at the corwd of people that lined the street.
They rode out of town and picked up pace to avoid being followed.
Back in the town, while the crowd dispursed, Buck, Chris and Vin saddled up to ride after him. Mounting their horses and looking off into the distance for a dust trail, Mary handed Chris a blanket. "When you find her, this'll keep her warm, until you bring her back."
Taking the blanket and putting it in his saddlebag, Chris and the others took off after the man.
*****
"They can't be too far ahead, dust is still falling. And I, for one, want to know just what the hell he meant by she owed her life to him." Buck said while looking around, as they came to a stop.
"I don't think he wanted her to sing. She did sing better than I've ever heard." Vin piped up and then pointed to a direction where smoke was coming from.
The three took off in the direction of the smoke and kept their ears open for other horses and riders. The moon was bright, but not bright enough to tell who was who and where.
"It looks like a campground. But for who?" Chris brought his horse to a stop and looked around.
"There's a horse, but no rider. Stagecoach down the way, maybe they saw something. I'll go ride out and see if they saw anything. If Buck'll check out that town up the road, we'll meet there." Vin pointed to the village lights off into the distance, before taking off.
"I'll keep an eye on this fire. They can't be too far gone. We'll meet back here tomorrow morning. Not much else we can do tonight." Chris dismounted his horse and watched Buck head for the town. He tied his horse to a branch and kept it out of sight. He looked around the area and then propped himself against a Sequoia tree and waited. He broke a dead twig off the tree and began to skin it with his knife.
A sound coming from the otherside of the campfire made him stop and draw his gun. He moved cautiously towards the sound and then holstered his gun as he realised what it was. At the bottom of a shallow hill, he saw a glimmering figure, struggling to break free of its binds. A girl. Aryssa. He slowly descended to the figure, and untied her.
"Are you okay?"
"Peachy." She huffed as he helped her to her feet. "He took off that way. I guess he saw you coming." She pointed to the opposite direction the other two had gone in. Her voice was normal tone now. And she was showing her natural voice, instead of hiding it in whispers.
"I doubt he'll be back tonight." Chris took her by the wrist and pulled her up the hill and back to the fire.
She sat on a rock across from him. Watching his movements. She stared at every inch of him. His chest, his back, his flat stomach and other manly things. She watched him as he went for something in his saddlebag. A blanket. What was his intention?
Chris came over to her and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "The name's Chris Larabee. For future referrence." He went to the other side of the fire, so he could keep his eye on both her her and his horse.
"Aryssa Koolyen." She shifted her eyes to the ground and hoped he hadn't notice her stare on him.
"You aint from these parts, are you?" he set his saddlebag beside him and took out a cloth the was wrapped around a few biscuits. He held one up to her and gave her a motion to take one. She accepted it.
They sat in silence before she answered his question. "No. I was brought to this country from England. I met that charming dustball, and he told me he would show me around and help me with my singing. Well, his intentions were not only that, but more. One night he pulled me into his room and bed me. The next morning, I was up and out of that town before he woke from his drunken stupor."
"What did he mean when he said you owe him your life?"
She stiffened at his question and fought back the tears. "I owe him my career as well as my son. He's three now. I had to leave him in Laramie, with a friend, until I can lose that slob and make sure my son grows up in peace."
Chris was silent. He watched her expressions play across her face before returning to his biscuit.
Awhile later, Chris had put some more branches on the fire and rolled out his bedroll. He took off his hat and gunbelt and told her to get some sleep and that it would be a long day come morning. Then, he promptly laid down on his back and used his saddlebag as a pillow. He closed his eyes and listened to the fire snapping and crackling, the crickets and owls made their nightly noises, and the girl was doing something that he couldn't figure out. When he did open his eyes to see what the rustling was, he was amazed to see her laying down beside him, on her side with her back to him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked as soon as she settled down.
"Who knows what's out there? At least I'll take my chances with you than Loomis. You're cleaner than he is, anyway." She wrestled with the blanket that wouldn't cover her completely. She was shivering and the breeze in the night air wasn't helping.
He sighed and sat up to fix her blanket for her. "Roll over and huddle close to me. That'll give you some warmth." He laid back down and she did as she was told. Draping her arm over his chest and resting her head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes again and sighed. His breathing had slowed to a regular rythym. He was asleep.
She lifted her head up and looked at his face. So cute and tender. She laid her head back on his shoulder and gently slid her hand over his chest, feeling his ribs and breathing and his heartbeats. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of it. How firm and tight it was. So unlike Loomis, this man in black. She moved her hand down again to his groin. Carefully, she rested it there, before he grabbed her wrist and startled her. Her eyes shot up to meet his grim expression.
Without opening his eyes, he brought her hand up to his chest again and asked, "You wouldn't be trying to feel me up, would you? We've just met."
Aryssa gasped and sat up. "How do I know you aren't the kind to get a lady to snuggle up to you and then shag her when she falls asleep?"
He opened his eyes and sat up to look at her. "If this is what you want, lady, I'll be happy to oblige you. The difference between you and me is, I won't feel guilty in the morning light. If you'd like, we can finish this. And you wouldn't have to worry about it all night." He stared into her eyes. Waiting for her eyes to say the answer he hoped they would. Yes. Just as he thought she would answer him, she broke his stare and turned away. "Suit yourself, lady. My body is under control, is yours?"
She gasped again and shot up to face him again. She brought her hand up to slap him but he caught it in mid-swing. She felt the tears close in around her eyes. She closed them and forced her lips to his. They kissed for a long moment before she released him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Please. Do it."
He pulled away from her and looked at her, searching for confirmation that she was serious.
She was.
*****
He nodded and let her lay back down.
She slid her ribbon straps off her shoulders and started to unbutton her corset. She shivered as she felt his hand slide up her leg and gently tug at her undergarments. She raised her hips a bit and let him slide them down past her ankles. She opened her corset that was now completely unbuttoned and exposed her bruised torso. She knew he saw them. Dark and horrible looking.
His hand flew to trace the worst one on her stomach. Long and wide and nearly cut open. He watched her flinch. He took his hand away and slowly started to unbutton his own shirt. He had taken off his gunbelt before he laid down, so she didn't have to worry about that obstacle as she undid his trousers.
He was still soft but as he helped her, he grew hard. And he wasn't small in that aspect. She lightly slid her fingers up its legnth to the tip. As she wrapped her hand around the shaft, he held her hand in his.
She was sitting up and trailing kisses down his chest to his delisciously hard shaft. She kissed him there and then changed their positions, so that he was lying on his back and she climbed atop his legs. She looked down at him for a moment and took it in that he wanted this too, but he had the decency to ask her.
Chris lay there and watched as she bent down and took his rigid legnth into her mouth and began swallowing him, deeper and deeper. He gasped and held his breath while she worked at him. She stopped when she tasted his pre-come on her tongue. Bitter, but pleasant.
Aryssa sat up and looked down at him. He had his eyes closed and was still panting and cooing. She lightly held him at the base and waited until he opended his eyes again.
Putting his hands on her hips, he guided her down until he was completely inside her. She moaned and started moving, up and down. Her hands traced figure 8s on his chest and she was being met by his upward thrusts. She was sure he couldn't take much more of this excitement. And neither could she.
Gradually, her pace increased as her passion climaxed. She knew he was on the verge of errupting, and she wanted him to. However, she also wanted him to wait. She could feel him building and as if reading her mind, he held back.
Sitting up, he rolled her over so that she was lying down, on her back, and he took over. Forcing himself deeper into her. He felt her hands roam over his back and tight bottom. And when he couldn't take it anymore, he gave one last push and held himself deep inside her as he filled her body with his liquid.
After the tremors subsided, he pulled out of her and lay beside her. He watched her pant and coo as he brushed his fingertips over her breasts. Nipping and lightly pulling on them, they lay there and let their bodies cool down from sweat and fire, in the night air.
End of Part One.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Magnificent Seven, nor do I wish any harm on the name. This is strictly for pleasure and curiousness. "One Honest Heart" is sung, written, and owned by Reba McEntire
Chris/ O.C.
The stagecoach roared to a stop in the middle of the lazy town. Two gentlemen and a lady promptly exited the carriage. The two gentlemen were busy dusting themselves off, while the lady wrestled with the luggage rack to free her medium sized bag and head for the hotel.
She was tired of traveling, and tired of men- namely the two that presented themselves as gentlemen, in the coach. Her only thought was to get cleaned up and have something to eat. Possibly apply for a job. Slipping into a nice hot bath, she closed her eyes and listened to the noise on the street. Listening for any change, or the sound of her name being called, followed by ill-mannered words and tones. She listened carefully, but none came. Perfect.The town was oblivious to her arrival.
Slipping her robe on, she moved to her room, down the hall and to the left.
"Ma'am." A man in black nodded as they passed in the hallway. He continued walking and was kind enough not to look back to see her stop and watch him.
Hm. He was at least decent enough to let me alone. She thought to herself as she slipped into a clean dress, and began fixing her hair. Her long black, ringletted hair had sometimes been a nuissance, but others it was a good trait. She pulled the sides back and clasped them together in the back, to keep it out of her eyes. The legnth of it had been too long to be held in a bun or a pony-tail. She had had it in a braid when she got there and she wasn't in the habit of using the same style twice in one day.
Tieing her boots, she stood up and admired herself in the full legnth mirror before leaving to accquaint her stomach with the Saloon food. She pulled on her waistcoat and fastened it, then slid a small pistol just inside the hem so it rested inbetween the coat and her stomach.
It was night already. Imagine that. Night or not, she found her way to the Saloon without too much trouble. Stepping out of the way of a brawl that had two drunken men rolling around before flinging eachother out of the building, she took a moment to take in the crowd.
Walking through the threshold, her eye caught a familiar figure. The gentleman in black. He was sitting at a table, smirking and drinking with his friends. She could tell he was one who didn't take his whiskey and ego to extremes. At the same instant that she spotted him, he spotted her.
Nodding to each other in silent meeting, then returned to their own events.
As she sat in a corner table and ate her meal, she took notes of how the atmosphere in the saloon worked. Studying each man and woman in the place until she felt she had a good idea of the daily activity.
Her eyes wandered over the crowd, but somehow she managed to always find the man in black. Still sitting at the table, drinking the same galss of whatever he was drinking, and listening to his loud-mouthed friend beside him. His pose was relaxed, but aware of his surroundings. His soft yet almost sad smile was frequent on his face. She could tell he had had a past like she did. Cruel and unkind, but somehow he managed to smile with his friends.
As the clock beside the staircase struck 2 AM, she pulled herself to her feet and exited the room before the bartender could inform the crowd of closing time.
*****
The next morning, she was dressed and making her way down the stairs to the lobby of the hotel. Her gown glided down the steps casually, and her hair bounced with each footfall. Nearing the bottom of the stairs, her holding on the rail was not enough to stop her from missing a step, sending her falling into the arms of a shaggy blond, dressed in a hat and leather coat, who just happened to be standing at the bottom of the steps. He held her in against him until she could regain her balance and push herself away from him.
"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked.
She was too busy looking about herself and smoothing out her dress to notice his words, until he asked again. "Yes. I'm fine. Thank you for stopping my fall. Excuse me." Her voice was mostly a whisper, and she was careful enough not to let her natural tongue slip, in case he knew of her.
Watching her walk out of the hotel and hurry across the street to the Saloon, he stood leaning against the rail in wonder. He was soon joined by a commrade in a red coat and fancy hat. "Mister Tanner, I do believe that lady threw herself onto you. What a lady she is." The man in the red coat had begun shuffling a deck of cards in his hands.
"It seems that lady isn't here for meeting a man." Vin was still eyeing the doorway.
"Why do you say that?" Ezra looked from his cards to the door.
"Because, she had a pocket pistol tucked underneath her waistcoat."
"These are dangerous times for a lady, Mister Tanner."
"True. But she was a bit too cautious."
A short while later, Chris and Nathan had joined the two. Together, the four of them made their way to the Saloon, where the lady already was. She was talking to the bartender, who was wiping glasses with a dishtowel.
The room was empty, except for the bartender and the lady who was now aware of the four men in the doorway. Straightening her pose, she watched them take a table and the man in black had taken the liberty of approaching the bar for an order of coffee.
He was standing just feet away from her but, it was nearly too close. Mm. He smelled good. Ivory soap and leather. His voice was soft and calm. His gestures were slow and even. He waited patiently for the barkeep to return with his coffee, not saying a word to her or fixing his eyes on a lady that was clearly trying to go unnoticed.
As the barkeep set the coffee on the counter, and the man in black rejoined his companions, she asked the barkeep again what his answer was. "You can start tonight. 7PM sharp." As he turned around to place the dry glasses on the shelf behind him, she smiled to herself and then quickly walked out.
She began walking briskly towards the post office, when a voice that said only one word, stopped her in her tracks.
"Aryssa!"
Her body froze in place and she began to feel an icy chill in the summer air. She closed her eyes and prayed she had imagined her name being shouted across the street. Holding her breath in for a minute that seemed like an hour, she waited to feel harsh hands on her arms, and angry screams in her face. She didn't have to wait long. As soon as she had opened her eyes, she was whirled around to face a dusty man with an untrimmed mustache and a mean temper. Panic hit her eyes but not her face. No. She wouldn't let the town see her fear of this man who was now booming out loud about a mishap between them.
The man in black and his friends had casually walked outside to see what was the matter. Lighting his smoke, he calmly removed it from his lips and shook the match out. "Why don'tcha leave the lady alone. I'm guessing she doesn't really want you around her, let alone touching her."
"Mind your own business. This aint no lady, she's just a tramp. A tramp that owes me her life." The man pulled her against him and leaned in so that his lips were barely brushing her ear. "You're mine, bitch."
A gun cocking behind him made the dusty man turn away from the girl, who in turn used that as a way out. She brought her knee up and met his groin with a sharp motion. In doing so, he released her and doubled over in front of her. While he was still bent over, she turned and ran back to the hotel.
Chris and Vin had watched her flee and left the others to detain the dusty and foul-mouthed man, while they caught up to her and tried to talk to her about what happened.
Following her up the stairs and down the hall, Vin called out to her. "Miss, are you alright?"
She stopped, and turned to see who wanted her attention now. "Oh, it's you two. I told you, I'm fine." Her voice was as soft and monotonous as before. She turned back to the door and unlocked it. She opened it partly and turned to see Chris standing just inches from her.
"It's not everyday a lady arrives in town and is assaulted the next day in the middle of the street. A lady traveling on her own and obviously running from something, should at least try to take a stand for herself. But, if you insist that you're okay..." He watched her listening to his words.
"I can assure you, I can take care of myself. Thank you. Please excuse me." Her calm voice interrupted him. She glanced at the two out of the corner of her eye and went inside, shutting and locking the door behind her.
"Well, that went well." Vin whispered as they began walking back towards the stairs. His rifle had been propped against his right shoulder, patiently waiting for the man in dusty ragged clothes and a mean temper to barrell through the door.
"To each their own trouble follows, I guess." Chris followed Vin down the stairs and back out to the street.
*****
That night, she had on her best royal purple satin gown and black boots. Her hair had been washed, brushed and styled into a high pony-tail with a bow for an ornament. The top of her gown had been finished with ribbon straps and a tight bodice. No sleeves, but the small layer of ruffles left the mind to wonder about her breast size. The skirt of it wasn't long, but rather a thin layer of purple satin that went around the back of the garment and gathered at the hips, leaving the front open enough to have another layer of purple satin covering her womanhood. The front only came down to mid-thigh while the back came down to the back of her knees. At 5'6", any man would tell her that her dress fit her nicely. Her thin body looked as if it was suffocating in the outfit, but she seemed to have enough room for air.
The crowd, including Chris and his companions, came to a hush. They all stared at the woman who was now standing in the middle of the room. She waited until she was sure she had their whole attention. She nodded to the man sitting at the piano but holding a guitar. As soon as he started playing, she began to sing.
For all the nights you held me close
Warmed my heart when it was cold
When I was giving up
You gave me love
Chris stopped his idle chat with a barmaid that had wandered into his lap, and froze in mid-sentence to stare at this amazing siren in the middle of the room. But, he wasn't the only one to stop what they were doing and stare at her. Everyone else did the same.
From some dark alley in my mind
You made a hidden dream unwind
Turned my stumbling blocks
To stepping stones
As she continued her song, images started to flash through Chris's head. Were they real? He thought of a cold day, and he and the girl were alone in a cabin, with a fire roaring in the fireplace. The bed was off to one corner, and they were lying and snuggling there. She had sat up and pulled a thick comforter up over them, from the end of the bed. They were both naked and warm. She lay back down and pulled him over top of her. He was kissing her, passionately. Easing his way into her, he started slowly and then letting his rhythym increase, he found himself making love to her. He continued until they both gave out and let the fire wash over their bodies as they came.
I'll get even with you
For the hard times you helped me through
I'll give it back to you
All the love you've given me
They laid there, petting each other, and basking in the glow and heat their bodies created. The sun pierced through the gloom, outside. And they stared into the other's eyes.
For the rest of my life
Everyday and every night
If it's the last thing I'll ever do
I'll get even with you
She toyed with his blond hair, as he wandered his hands over her breasts and eventually let his mouth nip and suck at her warm nipples. They lay there for a long while, snuggling and flirting with each other.
When the odds were against me
And I was lost with no will to go on
You wrapped your loving arms around my heart
Took my losin' hand and led me home
He thought of her fixing a meal for them and feeding him while he carved a figurine out of a small piece of wood. They smiled at each other and held each other close. She'd play with the buttons on his shirt and he'd smile and kiss her neck before carrying her back to bed.
I'll get even with you
For the hard times you helped me through
I'll give it back to you
All the love you've given me
For the rest of my life
Everyday and every night
If it's the last thing I'll ever do
I'll get even with you
Chris was nudged back to where he was by the barmaid on his lap. She was clapping, along with everyone else, as Aryssa finished her song.
If it's the last thing I ever do
I'll get even with you
She started to sing another song, when the doors swung open and someone yelled to the crowd that she was a mere whore, and not to pay attention to her. The person then rushed over to her and pulled her arm.
*****
Vin stood up and propped his rifle against his shoulder, he warned the man to leave before it turned ugly. When the man thought he was joking, he brought it down to point at the man's feet and cocked the gun. Vin warned the man again to leave the girl alone, or he'd shoot off some toes.
"This bitch ain't good for nothin. She owes me her life, and you, pard, can stay out of my way."
With that, the crowd started in and told the dusty man to leave the girl alone.
The man was getting frustrated by the crowd and drew his gun. He fired a shot at the ceiling and then backed out of the Saloon, dragging the shocked and resisting Aryssa, with him.
As they reached the street, a crowd had gathered outside, to see what was going on. He didn't pay any mind to it. He had his prize, and now he was mounting his horse with her thrown over his lap. He cautiously aimed his rusty pistol at the corwd of people that lined the street.
They rode out of town and picked up pace to avoid being followed.
Back in the town, while the crowd dispursed, Buck, Chris and Vin saddled up to ride after him. Mounting their horses and looking off into the distance for a dust trail, Mary handed Chris a blanket. "When you find her, this'll keep her warm, until you bring her back."
Taking the blanket and putting it in his saddlebag, Chris and the others took off after the man.
*****
"They can't be too far ahead, dust is still falling. And I, for one, want to know just what the hell he meant by she owed her life to him." Buck said while looking around, as they came to a stop.
"I don't think he wanted her to sing. She did sing better than I've ever heard." Vin piped up and then pointed to a direction where smoke was coming from.
The three took off in the direction of the smoke and kept their ears open for other horses and riders. The moon was bright, but not bright enough to tell who was who and where.
"It looks like a campground. But for who?" Chris brought his horse to a stop and looked around.
"There's a horse, but no rider. Stagecoach down the way, maybe they saw something. I'll go ride out and see if they saw anything. If Buck'll check out that town up the road, we'll meet there." Vin pointed to the village lights off into the distance, before taking off.
"I'll keep an eye on this fire. They can't be too far gone. We'll meet back here tomorrow morning. Not much else we can do tonight." Chris dismounted his horse and watched Buck head for the town. He tied his horse to a branch and kept it out of sight. He looked around the area and then propped himself against a Sequoia tree and waited. He broke a dead twig off the tree and began to skin it with his knife.
A sound coming from the otherside of the campfire made him stop and draw his gun. He moved cautiously towards the sound and then holstered his gun as he realised what it was. At the bottom of a shallow hill, he saw a glimmering figure, struggling to break free of its binds. A girl. Aryssa. He slowly descended to the figure, and untied her.
"Are you okay?"
"Peachy." She huffed as he helped her to her feet. "He took off that way. I guess he saw you coming." She pointed to the opposite direction the other two had gone in. Her voice was normal tone now. And she was showing her natural voice, instead of hiding it in whispers.
"I doubt he'll be back tonight." Chris took her by the wrist and pulled her up the hill and back to the fire.
She sat on a rock across from him. Watching his movements. She stared at every inch of him. His chest, his back, his flat stomach and other manly things. She watched him as he went for something in his saddlebag. A blanket. What was his intention?
Chris came over to her and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "The name's Chris Larabee. For future referrence." He went to the other side of the fire, so he could keep his eye on both her her and his horse.
"Aryssa Koolyen." She shifted her eyes to the ground and hoped he hadn't notice her stare on him.
"You aint from these parts, are you?" he set his saddlebag beside him and took out a cloth the was wrapped around a few biscuits. He held one up to her and gave her a motion to take one. She accepted it.
They sat in silence before she answered his question. "No. I was brought to this country from England. I met that charming dustball, and he told me he would show me around and help me with my singing. Well, his intentions were not only that, but more. One night he pulled me into his room and bed me. The next morning, I was up and out of that town before he woke from his drunken stupor."
"What did he mean when he said you owe him your life?"
She stiffened at his question and fought back the tears. "I owe him my career as well as my son. He's three now. I had to leave him in Laramie, with a friend, until I can lose that slob and make sure my son grows up in peace."
Chris was silent. He watched her expressions play across her face before returning to his biscuit.
Awhile later, Chris had put some more branches on the fire and rolled out his bedroll. He took off his hat and gunbelt and told her to get some sleep and that it would be a long day come morning. Then, he promptly laid down on his back and used his saddlebag as a pillow. He closed his eyes and listened to the fire snapping and crackling, the crickets and owls made their nightly noises, and the girl was doing something that he couldn't figure out. When he did open his eyes to see what the rustling was, he was amazed to see her laying down beside him, on her side with her back to him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked as soon as she settled down.
"Who knows what's out there? At least I'll take my chances with you than Loomis. You're cleaner than he is, anyway." She wrestled with the blanket that wouldn't cover her completely. She was shivering and the breeze in the night air wasn't helping.
He sighed and sat up to fix her blanket for her. "Roll over and huddle close to me. That'll give you some warmth." He laid back down and she did as she was told. Draping her arm over his chest and resting her head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes again and sighed. His breathing had slowed to a regular rythym. He was asleep.
She lifted her head up and looked at his face. So cute and tender. She laid her head back on his shoulder and gently slid her hand over his chest, feeling his ribs and breathing and his heartbeats. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of it. How firm and tight it was. So unlike Loomis, this man in black. She moved her hand down again to his groin. Carefully, she rested it there, before he grabbed her wrist and startled her. Her eyes shot up to meet his grim expression.
Without opening his eyes, he brought her hand up to his chest again and asked, "You wouldn't be trying to feel me up, would you? We've just met."
Aryssa gasped and sat up. "How do I know you aren't the kind to get a lady to snuggle up to you and then shag her when she falls asleep?"
He opened his eyes and sat up to look at her. "If this is what you want, lady, I'll be happy to oblige you. The difference between you and me is, I won't feel guilty in the morning light. If you'd like, we can finish this. And you wouldn't have to worry about it all night." He stared into her eyes. Waiting for her eyes to say the answer he hoped they would. Yes. Just as he thought she would answer him, she broke his stare and turned away. "Suit yourself, lady. My body is under control, is yours?"
She gasped again and shot up to face him again. She brought her hand up to slap him but he caught it in mid-swing. She felt the tears close in around her eyes. She closed them and forced her lips to his. They kissed for a long moment before she released him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Please. Do it."
He pulled away from her and looked at her, searching for confirmation that she was serious.
She was.
*****
He nodded and let her lay back down.
She slid her ribbon straps off her shoulders and started to unbutton her corset. She shivered as she felt his hand slide up her leg and gently tug at her undergarments. She raised her hips a bit and let him slide them down past her ankles. She opened her corset that was now completely unbuttoned and exposed her bruised torso. She knew he saw them. Dark and horrible looking.
His hand flew to trace the worst one on her stomach. Long and wide and nearly cut open. He watched her flinch. He took his hand away and slowly started to unbutton his own shirt. He had taken off his gunbelt before he laid down, so she didn't have to worry about that obstacle as she undid his trousers.
He was still soft but as he helped her, he grew hard. And he wasn't small in that aspect. She lightly slid her fingers up its legnth to the tip. As she wrapped her hand around the shaft, he held her hand in his.
She was sitting up and trailing kisses down his chest to his delisciously hard shaft. She kissed him there and then changed their positions, so that he was lying on his back and she climbed atop his legs. She looked down at him for a moment and took it in that he wanted this too, but he had the decency to ask her.
Chris lay there and watched as she bent down and took his rigid legnth into her mouth and began swallowing him, deeper and deeper. He gasped and held his breath while she worked at him. She stopped when she tasted his pre-come on her tongue. Bitter, but pleasant.
Aryssa sat up and looked down at him. He had his eyes closed and was still panting and cooing. She lightly held him at the base and waited until he opended his eyes again.
Putting his hands on her hips, he guided her down until he was completely inside her. She moaned and started moving, up and down. Her hands traced figure 8s on his chest and she was being met by his upward thrusts. She was sure he couldn't take much more of this excitement. And neither could she.
Gradually, her pace increased as her passion climaxed. She knew he was on the verge of errupting, and she wanted him to. However, she also wanted him to wait. She could feel him building and as if reading her mind, he held back.
Sitting up, he rolled her over so that she was lying down, on her back, and he took over. Forcing himself deeper into her. He felt her hands roam over his back and tight bottom. And when he couldn't take it anymore, he gave one last push and held himself deep inside her as he filled her body with his liquid.
After the tremors subsided, he pulled out of her and lay beside her. He watched her pant and coo as he brushed his fingertips over her breasts. Nipping and lightly pulling on them, they lay there and let their bodies cool down from sweat and fire, in the night air.
End of Part One.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Magnificent Seven, nor do I wish any harm on the name. This is strictly for pleasure and curiousness. "One Honest Heart" is sung, written, and owned by Reba McEntire