So, disclaimer first. I don't own nor will I ever unfortunately Damnation or its wonderful characters. Second, I haven't written anything in a very long time and I have no betta so yup be gentle if you do decide to read.
"Why'd you call Eggers Hyde?"
Bessie felt her heart stop. Of course, he'd find out she had called. Creeley had a valid question and the thought of answering had her shaking inside. It was only made worse by that intense stare he was directing her way. She regretted the call, and when that smug new banker indicated her little indiscretion had been at the forefront of Creeley being taken away that day she hated herself.
The very thought that she might be the reason he was in harms way was painful and sobering. She couldn't lie to herself anymore about him being just another John. It was obvious that he was not, but she had screwed it up.
Already she could fell the lump of loss well in her chest. He deserved an honest answer. "The Sherriff offered me money to dig into your business. It's enough to move out of the brothel." Bessie felt that lump grow as he nodded his head but said nothing.
Creeley stared across the plains at Bessie. Willing himself in place as she spoke, but it was hard to ignore those watery brown eyes that welled up with tears threatening to fall.
She was hurt even more than he was by her betrayal, if he could even call it that. There was that unspoken thing between them true. However, he'd never done anything but try to convince them both that every moment they were together was nothing more than work. He knew better. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't move even though he wanted to.
"When I found the phone number, I though it'd be a decent angle to play." She felt her voice trail off and suddenly the silver locket about her neck felt like a weight. "I should give this back."
"Why?" Creeley frowned now. He needed her to keep it.
"That's the arrangement. That's business. Isn't it?
Bessie didn't even know that he could close the distance between them so fast. The out stretched locket she held for him was snatched from her hand and now she really had to look up at him because he was so close.
So that's that was the fleeting thought she had before she felt a strong hand at her hip pulling her forward.
Instinctively her hand went to Creeley's chest and when Bessie truly took in what was transpiring she was filled with pure joy. She couldn't help but lean into him and lose herself. This crazy cowboy was kissing her and until now apparently, she had never truly been kissed.
Creeley had wanted to kiss for so long. Came close more than once. From the moment she lay down in that yellow dress the thought was near impossible to drive from his thoughts. He was pissed he'd waited so long. Her lips were softer than he ever could have dreamed sweeter. And as he held her against him and her small hands worked at the nape of his neck in sweet desperation he pulled away because he needed to see that beautiful face of hers.
Damn him for letting himself feel anything for this woman. How the hell was he going to get any job done right now or keep himself from going back to prison when he so fiercely wanted nothing more than her and to keep her safe.
As she peered up at him speechless. A thought crossed his mind. Perhaps there was still time to fix this. "And nothing more." He managed and balked at the falsehood of that lie.
Bessie for her part giggled . She couldn't help her bubbly laughter, she was so happy and throwing her arms around his neck she laughed her way into another mind-numbing kiss. She could feel his gloved hand curl over her cold hand and the warmth was welcome. "I want to grow accustomed to this." She whispered.
"So, do I."
So…should I continue? I don't know. I kind of want to. I'll see if anyone even reads this and likes it first.