Never written anything before but thought I'd give it a go ! Hope it's OK

They were in the Old Wild West – still trying to figure out what Emma was up to. They'd been snooping around the place all day and had finally decided she was probably going to make some sort of move when the local dignitaries officially opened the new railroad tracks and station the next morning – it was the only thing of any importance happening round here that they could find!

Rufus, Lucy and Wyatt had ended up in the saloon. All three were tired and hot from a day of fruitless investigation. Rufus suggested getting a room as there was no more they could accomplish that evening. Lucy was wilting – the heat of the day getting to her trussed up in the historically accurate but stiflingly hot dress.

"Yeah, good idea Rufus" she agreed. "I, for one, have had enough for today."

"Ok," Wyatt added "I'll see about some rooms".

Unfortunately, there was only one room available at the saloon and the bartender had made it clear it wasn't a suitable establishment for 'ladies'. Wyatt refused to leave Lucy alone all night as he just felt it wasn't safe, and since Rufus was on his side Rufus got the room in the saloon whilst Lucy and Wyatt trudged across the street to the hotel. As they made their way up the porch steps to the front door, Lucy realised they were going to have to share a room if Wyatt was as dead set as he seemed on protecting her. That involved concocting a plausible story which probably meant they'd need to pretend to be married as there was no other way they could conceivably share a room in this time period. She glanced sidelong at Wyatt wondering if this thought had occurred to him!

Wyatt held the door open for Lucy and she flounced in with a "Why, thank you sir!" Wyatt smirked at her and followed. The man at the desk stood politely as Wyatt enquired about a room for the night.

"Yes, we do have a room free Sir, and may I take your name please?" the receptionist asked.

"Err, Mr and Mrs Eastwood" answered Wyatt. Lucy coughed and covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her snort of amusement. She looked around taking in her surroundings as Wyatt finished up with the receptionist.

"Shall we go, Clint?" Lucy asked, seeing that Wyatt had finished signing in. "Yes ma'am!" he replied trying not to laugh. As they made their way upstairs he took her arm and whispered "I nearly went with Butch Cassidy which would make you the Sundance Kid!" which had Lucy giggling again.

They made it to their room; Wyatt quickly checking the place was safe. He opened the window to let some air in, then dumped his jacket on a chair and sat on the bed to pull off his boots. It was then that he glanced over at Lucy. She had already begun to remove her many layers of clothing – completely oblivious to Wyatt's presence in her bid to cool off. Her outer dress lay on a chair and she was currently removing her petticoats. Wyatt knew he shouldn't be watching but he just couldn't stop himself. Lucy was now down to her shift and corset and as Wyatt watched she used water from the pitcher on the side and a cloth on her arms and neck to remove the grime from the day and cool herself down. Now Wyatt knew he really shouldn't be watching and averted his eyes. But moments later his eyes were back on Lucy, drawn to her and unable to look away.

Finally feeling better Lucy made her way over to Wyatt, pulling the hairpins from her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders, unaware of Wyatt's earlier scrutiny or the desire now shining in his eyes.

"Wyatt, can you unlace this corset for me please?" Lucy asked.

"Uh, yeah, uh sure" Wyatt replied, barely able to form a coherent sentence. She turned her back to him and his fingers fumbled with the tight lacings. As the corset loosened Lucy felt Wyatt's fingers gently brush the hair from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, pale shoulder. Moments later, his lips caressed that same shoulder, eliciting a soft gasp from Lucy. His mouth moved upward to her neck trailing kisses in its wake making Lucy moan…