Diego shuffled, pulling his horse to a stop. It was one of those days.
The Englishman made to dismount, but paused to take a deep breath instead, immediately regretting it. Disdain shown across his face. There was that oh too familiar pungent aroma in the air. It only lingered, but Diego was sensitive enough to take it in as if the source was still among him. Diego shivered. His eyes began to dilate, his lips parted, and he began to pant.
Silver Bullet whined.
"Damn it," Diego hissed; he was not the only one that had become bothered.
Without realizing it, Diego's tail had sauntered out and began to slap against his poor companion.
Disgusted with himself, Diego did indeed dismount. It was too late for him to turn back on this road. He had this coming for weeks.
"Johnny."
"No."
Fuck. There she was ruining his moment. The tall and muscular one had ridden up, adding her two cents again. Diego preferred to pretend her existence was miniscule, if there at all, as she did with gorgeous and handsome as she may be, when she spoke it did nothing but upset the short rider. Then again, she nearly never spoke, but when she did decide to open that pretty little mouth of hers…
"Alright, whatever. If you're setting up here then I'll be over there. By that rock," the woman pointed to what appeared to be a pebble, but, knowing the distance, it was indeed a boulder.
Diego scoffed.
"Do what you please, but don't come crawling to me when you get cold at night."
Hot Pants shot him daggers, but didn't dare speak another word. She would not bother with him. Not today, and not ever. Though she was sure that one of these days she would come out of this with a fine pair of boots. Dinosaur skin boots.
You see, the redhead knew of Diego's dirty little secret, though she would hardly consider it such. It was so blatantly obvious. Even if her keen senses were not as strong and wild as her companion's, she could tell by the look on his face that he caught a whiff of something sweet. Hot Pants would have none of that.
When Diego caught that one scent, he went ballistic. Hot Pants was not one to judge others, being a "child of God" and all of that, yet that would not stop her from turning her nose and mocking the narcissistic dinosaur. If Diego was going to get off, he was going to get far away from her.
It was late and, by now, the only source of light was the brilliance of a billion stars shining above.
The smell no longer lingered. It would be a lie if the blonde were to say he was not disappointed, but yet it relieved him. It was nasty, what he had been doing. It plagued his thoughts and wracked his brain.
Diego rolled over.