The keycard slid neatly into the reader on the door, the display circuits lighting up with a flicker and a chime of sound as the room welcomed her, wishing her a pleasant stay at the hotel. She pushed inside with a sigh, dropping the bag on the floor and letting the door click shut behind her, groping for the light panel with one hand. Nothing. She kicked her bag forward, fingers ghosting along the wall, until she emerged from the tiny hallway and glowered at the outline of the window ahead of her.
"A good start," she grumbled, and then she felt it, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as the unmistakable sound of a gun's hammer clicking back echoed in the dark behind her.
"I missed ya, darlin'," came the rough, mocking drawl from behind her and she was suddenly aware of the cool slide of metal against the back of her neck.
"Jesse." It wasn't a question, and the answering chuckle from behind her only confirmed the observation. She held still, so very still, as the cold steel continued to brush along her skin.
"The very same. It ain't been easy to find you, y'know that?"
"Is that right?" She let out a tiny whine as the metal abruptly revealed itself to be his mechanical fingers, grasping her about the nape of the neck like a misbehaving kitten.
"That's righ', doll. But y'and me have unfinished business," he murmured, his lips beside her ear as he spoke, the sound sending frissons of fear-and something more confusing along her spine. "You owe me f'all those years ago. Y'can't just get a feller caught and expect he won't come after ya."
"It was-" she began, only for his fingers to tighten, the words choking off into a whimper of protest.
"Jus' a job, I know. I know. I ain't -mad-, persay. I just ain't exactly happy with ya." He let the thumb of that metallic hand brush gently behind her ear, chuckling as the woman squirmed and then tried to jerk away from him helplessly.
"If you're going to kill me, McCree-"
"Oh, I ain't gonna kill ya now," he corrected softly, his human hand abruptly splaying over her stomach and pressing her back into him, steel fingers shifting to wrap around her throat and jerk her head back. "Don't you worry, little lady."
She was worrying. Her worry was palpable, her breath hitching in her throat, body trembling against his. But that confusing, tingling sensation was heightening as well, a pleasing buzz beginning to jolt along her skin where his fingers rested, a strange heat pooling between her legs.
"Jesse-" she murmured, what was meant to be a stern reprimand melting into a hoarse gasp as his human hand dipped beneath the waist of her skirt and his fingers rested tauntingly right above the fragment of lace that crowned her panties.
"Oh, well now," he hummed, lips still resting cruelly on the shell of her ear. "I didn' know you felt that way about me, agent."
"What wa-aah!" Her retort turned into a squeak as his teeth nipped, mechanical hand releasing her throat and then spinning her around to face him before gripping her chin and tilting her face up toward his.
"I think you know just what I'm talkin' about," he growled at her and then covered her lips with his, walking her back up against the wall as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, hands dropping to grip her behind the thighs and hike her up against his waist.
She could hardly keep herself from groaning against his mouth, fingers dancing a nervous jig before they finally sank into his hair, arms curving around his neck as he wedged himself between her legs. She yanked, rewarded by a grunt from him and then his lips dropping from hers down to her neck where he proceeded to punish her with stinging kisses, teeth leaving marks up and down the sides. She whimpered and sighed, arching up against him, and then abruptly she was yanked away from the wall and carried over to the bed and then he was atop her, pinning her down to the sheets.
"There a reason you ain't mentioned this before?" His voice was cut through with laughter as she pouted up at him, his metal hand ripping the buttons on her blouse easily and then dipping beneath her bra to pinch a nipple between chilled steel digits. "We coulda been doin' this for years now, darlin'."
"I hope you can make up for lost time," she retorted before making an undignified sound as his fingers tightened.
"Oh, I got nothin' but," he teased and then pushed himself up, divesting himself of shirt and then belt, boots and-pants. She let an arm tap the light beside the bed and then coughed, gazing on his scarred and toned body with no small amount of feminine appreciation. He gave her a cocky grin and then prowled forward and onto the bed, lifting her and yanking her atop his waist with ease. "This has got t'go," he mused, unclasping her bra and tossing it away and feasting his eyes on her exposed breasts, his hands coming up to rest behind her back as his head lifted, lips closing over one nipple.
"Jesse-" her voice was much more plaintive this time and she rocked in his lap, grinding herself against him as one hand sank into his hair and the other slid down his back, her nails dragging along his skin.
"You got somethin' you want, you better shoot straight about it," he snorted, shifting his attention to her other breast and nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth, drawing a sharp sound of need from her throat.
"Need-I. I want-," she sputtered, head spinning as he made short work of her skirt and then let his human hand slid down beneath the scrap of lace that remained, one calloused finger rubbing against that bundle of nerves between her legs as he watched her cheeks flush and her eyes flutter shut. "You."
"I'm gettin' that sense of things," he hummed, palming her mound and then letting one finger slip inside her, curling it and grinning wolfishly as she gasped and arched up against him. "Wildcat, huh." That finger teased relentlessly and was soon joined by a second and then a third that stretched her and made her sob with want, hips jerking against his hand. He was only too willing to draw out this form of delicious torture, murmuring heated words in her ear in that twanging drawl. Then he moved her, the woman finding herself on hands and knees suddenly and the gunslinger resting behind her, the head of his cock pressed against her gently. "Gonna fuck y'real proper now," he informed her and then began to push in: slow and inescapable.
She screamed, burying her face in the pillows, the feel of him stretching her and hitting all of those perfect spots making her legs tremble, a dim roar beginning to echo in her ears. On and on it went until he was finally hilted and she felt as if she'd never been so complete before, her body sagging as he let her get accustomed to his length. One of his hands wrapped around her, fingers coming to grind against her clit once more as he pulled back and then began to fuck her, every movement precise and exquisitely aimed. It only lasted so long before his breath became as ragged as hers and he pulled her back up against his chest so that her head could rest on his shoulder as he rocked inside of her, his free hand tweaking and toying with her nipples. With a cry, she came, shaking against him as her spasms milked his cock again and again and yet he continued to take her mercilessly, shifting her so that she was astride him once more, her head thrown back as she rode him. A second time. Then a third. Only then did he finally clamp both hands onto her hips and bury himself in her one last time with a grunt, his seed exploding into her in a wave of warmth.
She sank down against him, rewarded by his arms wrapping around her as she nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder.
"I'm plannin' t'do that every damn day," he informed her, voice amused. "From now 'til the end of time, I'm thinkin'." His head dipped, lips pressing a kiss against her forehead.
"I thought you weren't happy with me," she mumbled, yawning against his skin as she curled up against him comfortably.
"I ain't. Y'still need to be punished fer all that trouble y'put me through. I'm just gonna have t'get creative." One hand slid down and smacked against her ass lightly. She laughed, shaking her head and then giving his hair a tug in return. His face sobered up for a moment and he gave her back a slow stroke along the spine. "I did miss y'darlin'," he admitted, "Much as I hate t'let you win again."