Part 2
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Bob had spent the better part of a week with Deuce, helping with chores around her place, talking over meals, watching the setting sun together. It was the most perfect week of Bob Younger's life. With each passing day the feelings that had haunted him from months seemed to solidify into something that was as essential as breathing, he was in love. No matter where she was on her small homestead his eyes seem to seek her out every chance they got.
 
Deuce had been thrilled he'd decided to stay on awhile, to keep her company, but it was quickly and uncontrollably becoming far more than that. She lived for the moments he shed his worn cotton shirt to clean stalls, or mend a fence. There were always reasons to hover nearby, stealing glances at the sinewy tan skin of his back, watch beaded sweat roll across the plane of his chest to travel downwards and soak into the waist band of his trousers. Those stolen moments of voyeurism proved one thing to her, something she had been mildly aware of for a long time, she was attracted to Bob. In fact, the hard edge of desire when he was around was starting to work heavily on her nerves.
 
Now, here she stood with her nerves shaken, trying to sooth herself to a calmer state, assuring herself that Bob was simply a friend. A friend that she wanted to touch, run teasing fingers along his body. She shook that thought away and went back to scrubbing the plate in her hand clean. Handing it to Bob, who was talking non-stop, she watched his larger hands dry the plate. A heavy sigh dropped from her lips and Bob quitted beside her.
 
"Something wrong, Deuce?" He asked, waiting for a reply. He suddenly grew self conscious and ducked his head cuting his eye to her through the brown locks of hair that fell across those cocoa orbs. "Just tell me to shut up when I start talkin to much."
 
"Oh, Bob, it's not you." Not you entirely .She lay a slender work worn hand against his forearm. "I guess I'm just restless tonight is all." She explained, smiling up at him, finding it exceedingly difficult to move her hand away from his arm.
 
Bob thought back to these sort of nights when he was a child, when he played out his restlessness with siblings,when Cole was less of a sour ass, and more fun. He thought back to before Cole had to grow up so fast and become the backbone of their family, and an idea came to him. Turning back to her he reached out and grasped both of her hands, forcing her to release the last plate to be washed, and pulled her towards the door.
 
"Come on, I don't much feel like staying inside tonight." His grin turned up the corners of his lips, that boyish charm shinning through.
 
She followed dumbly, her eyes locked on the flicking of his tongue across those grinning lips.The glistening pink muscle gracing full masculine lips was nearly her undoing. "Wha..What'd ya have in mind then?"
 
Standing just beyond the steps of the house he dropped her hands and shrugged playfully. "I thought we would play a little hide and seek."
 
She burst into riotous laughter, her hands on her cotton clad hips. "Okay, Bob Younger, you hide and I'll seek."
 
"Yeah, but no peeking, okay?" He said, as he turned and prepared to sprint off into the incky night. "Wait, where's home?" He straitened and looked to her.
 
She pointed to the big elm beside the house, it's thick trunk demanding it be awarded the honor. "There." Lifting her skirt she rushed over and folded her arms across her face, resting against the tree she began to count. "1....2...3..."
 
Finally, she had made it to fifty and she pushed away from the tree. "Ready or not, Robert Younger, here I come!" She yelled into the still night air and rushed towards the barn where she noticed the door slightly ajar.
 
The interior lay in shadows, the moon lending only partial light to the dark hull. The smell of her beloved horses, the milk cow, and fresh clean hay assailed her nostrils and she smiled hoping he was in there.  She stepped inside and gave her eyes a moment to adjust to the lack of light. Half a dozen more steps and she was at the first stall, the soft nicker of Sebastian floated into her ears and she moved on, but not before she caught a quick moving shadow in the empty stall at the far end of the barn. She jerked her hand up to cover her quivering lips, to keep the giggles that welled up in her throat at bay as she slunk toward the stall. She paused only a moment before she leapt directly into the pile of hay that took up the better part of the stall. She was reward with a hard grunt and a grasping hand that appeared from the hay.
 
"Your suppose to seek me, not kill me." Bob groaned as he pushed from the hay, a teasing grin belying his words.
 
"No, the killing is just a added bonus..." She released her pent up giggles and quickly found herself flipped onto her back, Bob hovering over her.
 
"Awwww, you wouldn't hurt me would ya, Miss Deuce?" He hadn't planned it, had only meant to further their teasing, but when his eyes locked with hers he was lost. There was no reversing the forward momentum. His lips were touching ever so gently to hers before he even realized what he was doing, and to his surprise she wasn't pushing him away, just the opposite was true. She seemed to be pulling him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
 
Below she gathered her shattered wits enough to open her mouth to him, to let the tip of her tongue trail across his lips in invitation. Her body and mind was suddenly submissive, suddenly all woman, burning in the deep recesses of her lusting body.
 
Bob could feel her willingness, and indeed the invitiation to plunder her honey sweet mouth. His tongue slid against hers, twisting and warring for space. Slippery flesh molded together and then parted, making the kiss an act far beyond chaiste as was most first kisses.
 
Deuce moaned wantonly against his lips, aware that if he should want more from her she would eagerly give it, give it there in the hay in her barn. It was fitting she thought, she wasn't a fancy woman, not a woman to put on airs. The hay would be a sweet smelling natural bed if he chose it to be. But there was a sudden withdrawl that took hold and before she could protest he was pulling away from her, sitting up in the hay beside her.
 
"I'm sorry, Deuce, I...I..." He worried his bottom lips between his lips, his skin flushed and sheened with a nervous sweat. "I didn't mean that to happen. I wouldn't blame you if just threw me out."
 
She pulled herself up beside him, cutting open honest eyes to him. "I liked it, Bob."

Part 3
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The dawn broke with a stretch of  unseasonably sweltering humidity, the thick blanket of over warm moisture clung to everything. Deuce had slept later then she intended, her night filled with a restlessness born of frustration and unanswered desires. Her thin cotton chemise clung to her curvaceous form as she slid from her bed, making her groan with the need for some form of relief. The sounds of movement in the other room drew her attention and she tip-toed over to the door and peered through the slightest crack between the door and the frame. She sighed, there he was, his back to her across the room, he was working over the stove and she could imagine what he was up to. Her smile grew as she listened to him whistle a quitted tune to himself. Closing the door she slunk back to her bed and grabbed up a sky blue day dress and slipped it over her head, moving to the mirror she quickly brushed out and platted her hair. Taking a deep and calming breath she strode to the door and swung the door open just as Bob sat two plates of food on the table. She succeeded in causing him to nearly drop the both of them, they were saved only through a great deal of juggling coordination.
 
"Mornin," He greeted almost shyly, keeping his eyes from her.
 
Deuce felt the first pained tension filled moments of discomfort with Bob, the first she had ever experienced, and she felt tears sting the back of her eyes. If she had of known, known that the kiss, from which this surely stemmed, would cause a moments pause between them she would have pushed him away. She would have ran, would have done anything to keep this from happening.

"Mornin," She whispered in turn, easing into a chair at the table.
 
Turning to his own chair his heart thundered wildly inside his chest. He cut his eyes at her through thick lashes as he slipped into the chair beside her. "You look real pretty this mornin.." His voice as no louder than a whisper he realized and repeated his words for her.
 
A surprised smile turned up her lips as she began to nibble at her breakfast. "Thank you, Mr. Younger."
 
He nodded, a pinkening of his skin went unmentioned as he began to eat in earnest. "I noticed there is a hole in the east fence. I thought I'd fix it up right as rain for ya." He said, starting to think of this place as more theirs than hers.
 
"I could help...." She began but was quickly cut short when he began shaking his head.
 
"No...No, I got it, Deuce..." He rushed on, trying to detour her from insisting she help with the fence mending.
 
"Okay..." She smiled awkwardly, her eyes dropping to her plate.
 
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The morning of near-miserable humidity rolled into a afternoon of arid heat. The sun pounded down on the spring earth, urging the sprouting of new crops. The same tension that encroached that morning only seem to perpetuate itself. Soon, it seemed as though Bob would do anything to avoid her, seemingly refusing to even speak to her.
 
She was beside herself with upset, an upset that grew and transformed into anger as the day wore on. Finally, he left as he promised to repair the fence and she went about mundane chores that only sufficed to increase her agitated restlessness.
 
"This is just stupid..." She whispered and stormed towards her room, shimmying out of the dress and shoving her toned legs into a pair of doe skin trousers, and buttoning a white cotton shirt over her chemise. Moments later she was out of the door and walking across the field, beyond that there was a path through the thicket like undergrowth. A relaxing smile finally lined her lips in the canopied shade of numerous oaks and ash trees over head. She bent and began picking the blackberries that grew wild along the river bank.
 
She sighed reveling in the wooded sounds around her, the sound of sparrows singing, the sound of a slight breeze ruffling the new leaves over head, the sound of water running in the river, and another sound invaded. The sound wasn't nature, it was the sound of a human, a moan of sorts. Deuce tilted her head listening and it came again, her first thought was that someone had wandered onto her land and was injured. Slowly, carefully, she wound her way through the snagging brambles to investigate the sound. As she drew closer to the water's edge she could see into the small greened clearing that dipped to the water.  Her mouth fell open as she stared at the sight before her, crouching in the snarl of willowy vines. There was Bob, laid out in all his wet glory, nude and beautiful. A groan welled in Deuces throat at the thick twitching erection between his thighs. Almost instantly there was the slickening trickle of her own lubricating juices as she watched his tanned hand travel up the heavy veined member, stroking slowly.
 
Frank had been the one to educate her in the pleasure to be had in the throws of love making, but she had never had this particular pleasure, that of watching a man satisfying himself. Her eyes locked on his movements. Locked onto his slicked manhood being worked and plied with such dilligant attention, it had her nearly squirming. Lowering her tapered fingers to the ground she used them to steady her as she crouched and watched, a voyeur to the very end. The moans she had heard, the ones that had drew her, came more frequent and then it was suddenly her name. Her eyes rolled in her head as the need inside her began to build to a fevered pitch.
 
Bob arched into his hand, the cooling grass at his back did little to ease the volcanic heat the ran rampant through his lower regions, ran strait into his pleasurably throbbing cock. In his mind he was back there, in the barn with her lips pressed firmly against his, their tongues dualing in the hot cavern of her mouth. He could just imagine the other wonders of Deuce's full lips and silky pink tongue. He wanted that, wanted it now, her lips pulling his weeping length into the deepest parts of her mouth and suckling him. That last thought was his release, he spilt hard and thick against his abdomen, jetting pearly streams across his skin as her name purged loudly into the surrounding quite.
 
Amid the thorns and thin slapping vines, Deuce gasped out loudly, her fingers digging deeply into the damp black soil, and knew it was a mistake instantly. Bob's head whipped in her direction and for a moment she froze, rooted to the spot of her incrimination, but that changed the moment that Bob began to gather his long leath legs under him. She turned and scrambled through the maze of vegetation, along the way a sharp thorn tearing into the sunkissed skin of her cheek, along the back of her work worn hand. A vine shoved out of the way came down hard across her back like the crack of a whip, ripping her shirt and raising a sizable whelp, oozing beaded blood across pale skin. She hissed the pain away and continued her flight on hands and knees, determined he would never catch her, not like that.
 
She gave a whimper of pain as she reached the spot where she had abandon the basket struggling to her feet she ran. Her legs churned under her, the very air she pulled in seared her lungs, and all she could think of was Bob.
 
By the cool snaking river Bob sat, nude and trembling, his head in his hands. She had seen him, watched him in such a private moment, and then she had ran. "What am I suppose to do now?.." He whispered to the breeze that brushed against his damp skin. With a heavy sigh of gloom he slowly stood and dressed, wishing he could run like she had. He pushed away that thought knowing if he did he would never work up the nerve to face her again, to tell her what he felt, what he wanted.
 
Deuce tripped her way up the steps of the house and stumbled into her room, instantly stripping out of the torn and bloodied shirt. "Oh God!....." She whimpered as she pulled another similar shirt in place, working the buttons quickly. "What am I gonna do?...."
 
She stood on the doorway, surveying the small house, searching for anything to distract her. She wanted to forget about the look in Bob's eyes when he turned and knew she was there watching him, wanted to forget the boiling dread of the accusations she would surely see in his eyes when he return.
 
All to soon he came through the door, and a stifling quite rained around them. His eyes locked on her back, the ram rod strait pose she adapted. She didn't even turn and acknowledge him. All he wanted was to see her smile, wanted to see her smile just for him.

"Deuce...." He began, his voice almost pleading.
 
She shook her head, and dropped her eyes to the blacked stove top in front of her.  She took a deep shuttering breath, afraid to turn, afraid not to. "I'm sorry...." She whispered, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

Part 4
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Quiet again fell within the walls of the house, Deuce remained anchored near the stove and Bob kept his place at the door. His heart was slowly being shredded and he knew it was now or never, he had to finally tell her, at least do that much, and find out one way or another if she felt anything for him. His long stride took him to her, reaching out he lay a heavy hand against her shoulder.
 
"Deuce, there's something that..." He began, feeling her wince under his touch. Was it rejection or something else? Should he continue or just walk away?
 
She pulled in a shuttering breath, tears falling unchecked down her cheeks now. "Please, don't tell me your leaving.." She whispered as she turned, her eyes locking with his and she followed the urge to press herself against him.
 
Bob stood there, shocked and numb at her words. She doesn't want me to leave? His hands hung limply at his sides as he tried to assimilate the last few moments. She doesn't want me to leave!!! He enfolded her in his arms, squeezing with more force than he intended. He just simply couldn't contain he elation. "I'm not leaving, Deuce.....Not going anywhere as long as your here." He whispered near her ear.
 
"Oh God, Bob, I thought after...That you wouldn't want to stay..." Her chin tilted up and earth bound gazes mingled, and before either could think past the moment Bob's lips closed over her's. The kiss was tentative with the first touches, and then with each of her moans he grew more sure of what they both needed.  His tongue was just trailing along her lips when a pounding came at the door.
 
"Miss Delaney!.......Deuce!!!" Was shouted through the door, a frantic timber to the voice.
 
 
With a regretful whimper she pulled from Bob's arms and shuffled across to the door, her fingers closing around the knob and pulling it wide. The sight that greeted her had her alarmed and on guard. "Rand?"
 
"I came to get you.....Old man MacIntosh got some of them damn Irishmen from town out at his place. He's rantin and ravin about them rustlin his herd. He aims to hang 'em Deuce, and your the only law..."
 
Deuce glanced back to Bob and then to Rand. "Okay, I'll handle it...." There was a visual changed that came over her, she squared her shoulders, her spine stiffened, and she moved towards her room with purposeful steps.
 
"I'm going with her." Bob pushed past the man in the doorway and strode towards the barn. Knowing their intimate moments had been lost but there was hope inside him, more hope than he'd ever had before. She wanted him there and that said something, it meant something. Inside the barn he hurriedly saddled Sebastian for Deuce and then moved on to his stallion.
 
He was leading the horses from the barn as Deuce appeared from the house, holster slung low on her hips, twin colts ready for use, and that silver star shining on her chest.  His own chest swelled with pride at the sight of her, of her sheer presence.
 
"Bob, I don't think...."
 
"I'm goin', Deuce, and that's that." He said firmly, his features set with a sense of determination.
 
"Ok, but let me handle MacIntosh. I'm the one sworn in by the circuit judge." She said, stepping quickly into the saddle and kicking the big black stud into motion.
 
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"Sean!" Deuce shouted, jumping from Sebastian as she entered the dusty yard of the MacIntosh homestead. "Step away from them horses." Her eyes went between Sean MacIntosh and the men sitting atop those same horses, well formed nooses around their necks. The men stared back at her, eyes wide with fright, lanky frames trembling.
 
"This ain't none of your concern, Delaney! I'll handle this as I see fit. These thieven bastards was stealing my steers." The aging man growled, his meaty hands wrapped around the but of a blued rifle.
 
"You know it ain't that easy, Sean..." Deuce held her hands up in a non-threatening gesture as she stepped forward.
 
Bob held his breath as he watched the volatile situation unfold, equal parts of admiration and fear for Deuce warred inside him. He stepped from his gelding and grabbed up Sebastian's reins. "Careful Deuce.." He whispered, thinking she couldn't possibly here him but there came a curt nod of her head in response.
 
"Yes, Ma'am, it is just that easy. I reckon waitin on the circuit judge is just a wastin my time. I know they done stole at least 10 head of my beef." MacIntosh continued to protest.
 
"Then if that's true, Sean, they'll go to trial and be hung all legal. You do this and your the one that's gonna be hung legal for murd....." He was cut off as a flash of movement caught her eye from the doorway of the house. Jerking her peacemaker from the holster she watched in horror as the youngest of Sean's sons came racing through the door with a shot gun held out in front of him.
 
"I got it, Pa! I got it....." The boy stumbled as his feet hit the ground and he went down hard, squeezing the trigger of the gun. The loud report echoed around them and behind Deuce, Bob fell to the ground. In the same instant one of the two horses with the accused men, shied and then bolted, snapping the Irishman's neck instantly.
 
It happened so fast that Deuce wasn't at all sure what had just happened, the only thing that really penetrated her confused mind was that Bob was laying flat on his back and moaning loudly. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that he was hit, his left outter thigh took the impact of the the buckshot, he was bleeding, clutching at the spreading crimson stain. The single Irishman was wailing uncontrollably for the man that was now obviously his brother. There was another sharp crack and he fell silent. Swinging her eyes back at the boy he was scrambling to his feet, reaching for the shotgun again and Sean MacIntosh had put a everlasting end to the other man's voice. The man sat slumped in the saddle, blood and gore dripping from the neat hole in his forehead.
 
"Put the gun down! Put 'em down, MacIntosh, or I'll shot the both of you, I swear to God I will!" Deuce screamed at them as she took the steps backwards to reach Bob. Dropping down beside him, her eye pivoting between his pain twisted features and the two gunmen that were now obediently laying their weapons down. "Hey, Younger, you ain't gonna go dyin on me are ya?" Her smile was nervous and scared.
 
"Don't think so..." He gasped and then bit down on a hard groan as a scalding pain shot through his thigh. He locked his eyes to hers, taking comfort where he could, taking comfort in the cool soothing green of her eyes. "Hurts, Deuce.."
 
"Bob,...." She exhaled, the trembling in her limbs lessening as she realized it was her he was looking to for help, for solace, and she would die herself before letting him down. "I love you, and I'm gonna take care of you...."
 
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Deuce dropped the bloodied cloth into the bowl of cool water, the blood tinting the water a rusty color. Her fingers went back to gently examining the four neatly bored holes in Bob's thigh.

"Buckshot's all out." She proclaimed, her eyes turning up to meet his, to meet those chocolate pain glazed orbs.
 
"Feels better.." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. His body was a mass of shivering nerves, his nude form sheened with a heavy fear laced sweat as the torn skin was bathed one last time with clean water.
 
Reaching to the night stand beside the bed she lifted the cotton white strip of cloth and began to wrap his leg, her eyes cut up to him from time to time making sure she wasn't hurting him worse. "Bob, I can try and find Cole or Frank if you want...." She offered, thinking he might just want one of them caring from him instead.
 
"No...No.....Don't, Deuce.." He practically pleaded, his hand going to her hair and caressing the bound strands, touching to the wispy damp curls near her face.
 
"Ok, it's just you and me then," She tied of the bandage and turned back to the night stand. Lifting a tin cup she lifted it to his lips. "Drink this.."
 
He pulled a staggering mouthful down his throat and then pushed the cup away, grimacing. "What's that stuff?"
 
"Laudanum, It'll help with the pain and you'll sleep for awhile." She smiled, sitting the cup back to the wooden surface at her side.
 
"Tastes aweful..." He complained as he leaned back against the down pillows at his back. His leg hurt like hell but there was a silver lining to this dark cloud, he had Deuce caring for him, giving him her undivided attention.
 
"Yeah, but it works..." She grinned and sat back watching the elixir working it's magic, slowly Bob's eye lids began to droop and then it was only moments until his snores filled the room with their soft sounds.
 
"I love you more than anything in this world, Robert Younger."

Part 5
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"Mmmmmm! No! No, please!!!!" Arms thrashing, torso gleaming in the moonlight, Bob Younger lay in a tangle of soaked cotton sheets. His eyes sealed to the world as he slept on in restless oblivion.
 
In the room next to him Deuce came suddenly awake, her eyes wide and frightened and then she remember the last few days, she remembered the fever and delirium as Bob fought to heal. But today had been a good day, he was finally able to stand and move around for awhile, he was able to get out of the bed he was coming to despise. She took a deep breath and scrubbed at her eyes as she eased from her bed. Looking down she decided not to dress, her thin cotton night gown was sufficient covering. Reaching for the door knob there was another string of yelled pleas, punctuated by a long drawn out shout of her name. Jerking the door open she rushed into the adjoining room and found Bob lashing out, twisting and turning in the bed.  Then there was a moment of calm and she moved to the side of the bed.
 
"Bob? Bobert?" She whispered, laying a hand to his forehead thinking the fever had returned. There was a heavy sigh of relief as she smooth her hand down his roughened cheek, his skin cool to the touch. "Robert Younger."
 
Bob's eyes snapped open instantly. Gasping, his eyes swung around the room seeking out the invisible phantoms of his nightmare. It was then that his eyes fell on her, beside him, a concerned smile crossing her heart shaped face. "Deuce...." He breathed out in one long sigh.
 
"I'm here, Bob. You were dreaming." She whispered as her hand continued to trail along his skin, trailing across his jaw and down to his slick neck.
 
"Yeah, dreaming you was the one shot." He whispered, shifting in the bed so that he could look up into her eyes. Shifted so that he could look up and prove to himself that it had simply just been a nightmare and that she was safe and sound, that she was there with him touching and caressing.
 
"All safe and sound, Sugar, right here with ya." She whispered, her eyes locking with his, allowing her newfound feelings to pour from those soulful windows.
 
He released a soft sigh or relief and returned her smile with one of his own, those unspoken words flowing between them with all the subtlety of a gun shot. "Stay with me?" He whispered. Not giving her the chance to refuse, he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.
 
Deuce nodded as she knotted her slender hand in the stark white of her cotton night dressing and lifted it so her knees could raise to the side of the bed, and then there she was, in the bed beside him. She lay a willowy arm across his chest, her head rested at his bare shoulder, her cheek rubbed slowly at the sunkissed skin there. "I'll stay as long as you want me too, Bob," came her low and meaningful vow.
 
"Always." He whispered into the chilled midnight air, his body alive with her sheer proximity. He wanted her, wanted to touch her, wanted to explore that body that had so entranced him the year before. In those long months he had watched Frank love her, care for her, and it had slowly devoured him. But worse than Frank and his jealousy of his own cousin came the months that he couldn't be near her at all, the seperation, that was the real pain, the real agony.
 
Deuce lifted her head to stared into his shadowed eyes, hope filling her heart, filling her very soul. "Always?" She whispered as if that single word were most sacred of prayers.
 
"Yeah...Always...I like you right her beside me..." He replied, biting at his lips in nervousness. His admission costing him another bout of saline sweat trickling across him skin.
 
There was the slightest rush of air from her lungs, held inwards as he had spoken, waiting. Her hand eased along the contours of his chest to stroke the dampened flesh as she spoke the words she was sure he hadn't heard before, hadn't heard in his pain. "I love you, Robert Younger."
 
"Wh...What?...Deuce?" His voiced was strained with disbelief. Eyes the color of rain washed sandstone widened and filled with hesitant hope. The lanky frame below trembled like a willow in the fall wind. How?.... When?..... Why?
 
"I love you....I love you more than I could've ever imagined..." Her confession rolled with a effortless ease from the tip of her tongue, feeling for all the world like she had never really spoken before those words, that nothing but her declaration of love mattered.
 
There was a soft heated moan from him, filling the slight space between them, elation contained in that on long drawn out breath. "Christ, Deuce, I love you too.....I wanted to tell you so many times... But..."
 
Her lips dropping breezy and light to him, silenceing the rest of his rushed words. "Say it again?" She whispered against his immobile lips.
 
 
"I love you....I love you...Love you, Deuce..." He repeated over and over, his strength in those words growing with each syllable, words to live by, words to build a life on.
 
Her smiled mirrored the full moon that shone through the split in the filmy curtains,
luminous and rising with each passing moment. They loved each other, they were in love, and it was the fulfillment fathomless dreams. Her lips fell to his, gone were the gentle touches, a need deeper then the night surrounding them took hold and screamed to be answered. Her tongue traced his lips, traced the smooth warm flesh that parted for her, inviting her to partake in the pleasures lurking inside.
 
Bob lapped at the tip of her tongue eagerly trying to drag it into his mouth, striving to offer the thickened pinkness the undivided attention it deserved. Arms of sinewy bronze tightened around her, his breathing grew ragged and labored. This was culmination of his most erotic midnight dreams and he was barely able to believe it was happening.
 
The wild play of their tongue pressed on into the night, taking their time to completely devour each other, sample the nectar of new emotions. With a exploring, curious, touch Deuce's slender hand blazed a trail from his chest, teasing at his navel, she moved to the narrow gauge of hair that trail down from that slight indention. Tapered fingers met with the softly curling thatch from which his manhood sprang.
 
He had to remember to remain still, had to force himself not to push up at her hand. He wanted her so badly and wouldn't ruin it by being overly eager. His breath lodged in the depths of his throat, waiting for her next touch.
 
With a deliberate slowness Deuce pulled her lips from his, kissing along his jaw line to the thundering pulse at his neck, lapping and suckling. "Can I touch you, Bob? Can I feel you in my hand?"
 
Bob was nodding his head before he even realized she'd asked a question. His hardened member already thumping gently against the back of her hand, seeking her ministrations. "Yes...Oh Christ, yeah....Deuce.." His voice was filled with the strain of need, self imposed restraint.
 
Pulling her hand away for a brief second Deuce wrapped hesitant fingers around his tightened girth, those same fingers roaming from base to head the beginnings of a rhythm of sorts, her fingers paused for the briefest of second to trace along the weeping slit at the head, drawing a heavy groan from Bob.
 
He lay there being slowly driven to the brink of insanity with her touch, his mind spinning out of control as he called forth every position for making love to her he'd ever imagined. "Deuce, I want..." He tried, loosing his nerve for a moment before he blurted out what he needed, what he wanted more than his next breath. "I wanna touch you..."
 
Deuce moved her hand away from him yet again, a soft whimper of regret falling from her kiss swollen lips. Easing to her knees beside him she slowly pulled at the thin cotton covering her feminine curves, inch by slow seductive inch. "Robert, I liked watching you..." She said spontaneously. "At the river stroking yourself..."
 
Bob watched with something akin to lustful awe, watched as inch after inch of her smooth creamy skin was exposed, his elongated member bobbing in time with his own thundering heartbeat. "I didn't mean for...I thought you'd be disgusted.." He dropped his eyes and got the briefest glance at the auburn nest of curls that hid her womanly mound.
 
"No...Never...." She whispered, revealing her high peaked breast, thick dusky nipples topping the heavy globes. "It was you...Just the way I've imagined you just before I fall asleep." She tossed the fabric to the flood, nude now.
 
Bob gapped at the beautiful form presented to him, his mouth watered as his eyes pinned on the ample breasts before him. Rough work roughened fingers itching to reach out and touch them, to caress and tease, to driver her into a frenzy of need. But there was no need as she slipped across his waist, straddling him her dewy slit leaked thick lubricating juices across his skin. "Mmmmmmm....Deuce..." He gasped pressing his head back into his pillow eager to meld their bodies into one entity.
 
"Touch me? Please, Robert... Please, touch me..." Came her gasped words, feeling his steely length nudge at her posterior.
 
There was nothing that he wanted more and trembling hands settle for a moment at her hips, kneading and working the flesh there. Upwards the exploration went to those breast that held his attention, that begged to be worshipped. His thumb brushed across the ripened berry like nipple that crested the twin spheres.
 
A soft sigh feel from her lips as she arched to his touch, in turn her fingers danced across his abdomen, small crescent nails scrapped across the downward leading trail of hair. Her mind was a wild whirlwind of the months she had been neglected, had been without someone to touch her, to love her like this.
 
His free hand came to the hollow of her back, eyes locked with hers in a promise of heady bliss, he urged her to lean forward. Even in the days when they had first know Deuce, when Frank was falling in love with her, Bob had found a enthralling distraction in her breasts. There were times when he thought no one was looking that he would allow his eyes to feast upon them. He watched the way they bounced when she rode a horse, the heavy fall of them when she took a deep breath, and from time to time there was the brief peek of cleavage. Now, here he was pulling one of the erect nipples into his mouth, suckling hard at the sensitive flesh, scrapping his teeth along the spongy protrusion.
 
Her mossy green eyes rolled back and her breathing grew erratic with the warm wetness that encircled pebbled nubs at her breasts. She rocked herself against him, grinding against his masculine frame, and was reward at the sudden feel of fingers parting the wet folds, sliding across the swollen bud hidden there.
 
"Deuce?" He panted as the tip of his finger slid into her saturated sheath, feeling the warm trickle down his finger as her excitement grew. She was ready for him, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Pushing inward he added another finger and sunk the digits slowly inside, feeling her gripping walls stretch to accommodate.
 
Her mind screamed for more, her body trembled with the echo, her heavy lust laden eyes locked with his as she reached behind her trailing her fingers along the underside of he weeping member, stroking as best she could in her awkward position.
 
He couldn't stand it a moment longer and withdrew his fingers, sliding with wetted ease his hand gripped around her hips and lifted, centering over his throbbing cock. "Guide me..." He whispered, his voice raw and filled with the need that rolled along his nerves.
 
Deuce curled eager fingers around his shaft and guided him to the opening between her thighs. The night around her had suddenly become sweltering, sticky against her skin, glazing her porcelain contours. She pushed down as he pushed up and with the slightest resistance the head of his cock slid into her. She gasped at the sensation, so long had she been denied that there was a moment of surprise.
 
Bob had fallen strait into a euphoric fog of passion, a place that he had never quite found before, but with Deuce his body was the perfect instrument of pleasure and she let him know it as she began to ride him. The feel of her satiny neither lips sliding along his engorged member had him whimpering, had his control weakening.
 
The roll of her hips set a alternating rhythm of quick plunges and slow withdrawals, teasing herself, teasing him, letting the deepening desire build to a crushing need, build until it couldn't be tolerated. She had loved Frank, she had never questioned those early days but he had never brought this completion of mind and body to her.
 
His eyes glided over her form from this same bouncing tits he'd enjoyed watching when she was atop a horse, now bouncing as she rode him, traveling downwards he watched his cock sliding in and out of her, watched the glistening slickness of his member plow forward into her. The sight was entrancing, had him pleading for her to speed up the pace of their love making. "Faster..Deuce...God, please.."
 
 
She didn't need the urging she increased her tempo, slamming down on him in quick succession her inner walls suctioning around him, giving way to the wet slurping sound between them. And neither could deny the effect of sex scented air around them, spurring them on, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
 
Suddenly it was there the building, the gathering of womanly energy, as he traveled to the peak from which she would plunge into a staggering release. Collecting inside her womb the spasms began, breaking into the sheath like walls that held Bob's length so perfectly inside her. She was gasping his name over and over, calling to him for sanction, for his voice in the uncharted tactile universe of her orgasm.
 
"Damn..." He hissed, feeling her walls convulse around him, drawing him in hard, milking his shaft for a equaled release. "Oh,Yeah, Deuce!....Sooo good..." He was growling as his hips sealed them together a final time. The sac between his thighs tightened quickly in preparation to release the essence stored inside. With a rolling heat Bob climaxed inside her, his cock butting against her womb as he spewed pearled cream, spilt his seed, deep inside of her.
 
Moments passed as they remained locked together with aftershocks coursing through their spent bodies. Ever so slowly Deuced eased down onto him, her face nuzzling at his sweat covered neck. "You okay? How's the leg? I didn't hurt you...?" She fired question after concerned question at him once she gained a stable breath.
 
"Deuce...." He pulled in a calming breath, his body still humming with the force of his ejaculation. "I'm fine...Really..Ya didn't hurt me.." He reassured her, rubbing a soothing hand along her back. "I love you."
 
She lifted her head, a smile transforming her tired featured into an ethereal angel. "I love you too...Love you more than anything in this world, Robert Younger." She sighed, happier than she could remember being. Gone were the days of darkness, the days that had shadowed her life for so long. Her home had been burned to the ground by land lusting men, her life had nearly been ended in a rustling scheme, but here she was now with a perfect love that made it all okay. "Bob?" She cocked her head, nibbling sweetly at her lower lips. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you. What REALLY brought you here? I mean, why now?"
 
He inhaled deeply a shy smile lining his lips as he answered. "Frank sent me. Told me to come see you before I died from frustration. Told me if I didn't come out here and give it a chance with you that Cole was surely gonna shoot me." He gave a slight shrug. "They were tired of hearing me go on and on about you all the time. Frank knew I was in love with you ever since you and him parted and said he gave us his blessing."
 
"Frank?" She shook her head and giggled. "Well, guess we'll just have to name one of the babies after him."
 
"Babies?" Bob squeaked, his eyes going wide in the dim light. And just as quickly as the fear of a life long commitment, of fatherhood seized him it was gone, released by the warmth of a love that was so right and so totally encompassing that if quickly became his hearts desire, his most fervent wish to spend the rest of his life with Deuce Delaney, with Deuce Younger.
 
 
FINI