Yes, I know I've been heavy on the past-life smut lately. I have two present-day smut ficlets that I'm working on, but I finished this one first. And far be it from me to keep you guys from your smut longer than necessary...

Ruby Hill, Nevada, 1872

Marshall Ambrose Dunn was opening up the office for the morning. It was the last week of January. He smiled, humming to himself. He had been married about a month to the love of his life, and he had never felt more alive. His beautiful Becky... He smiled as he caught a whiff of her scent coming off his clothes... her scent seemed a little different today... Actually, her scent was getting stronger...

The door to the office swung open with a clatter. His deputy Nat was never this early. Or this noisy. Ambrose was surprised to find his wife holding the door open, panting hard. She must have run from their apartment. Her hair was mussed, as if she hadn't had time to brush it, and she was only half-dressed. Her scent filled the room, making the air thick and heavy with her desire. Ambrose suddenly remembered that she mentioned something recently about Fuchsbau and mating... he cautiously walked over to his wife.

"Umm, good morning, beautiful..."

Becky grabbed her husband by the lapels and pinned him against the wall, attacking him with frantic kisses.

"Please come home," she whispered against his lips, "I need you to love me right now."

"Okay, just let me get my things... And leave a note for Nat..." Ambrose gently pushed her away and sat at his desk. He rummaged around for some paper and a pen and pulled out his reading glasses. Becky started kissing his neck as he tried to write that he was taking the day off.

"You look mighty handsome with those spectacles." Becky purred against his neck.

"Becky, I know what you need, but you're going to have to be patient for just a little longer..." With a surge of strength that surprised the Blutbad, Becky pulled the Marshall's chair away from the desk and climbed into his lap, straddling him.

"Can't be patient when you look like that..." She whispered as she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him hard. She lifted her skirt slightly and he realized she wasn't wearing bloomers. Her femininity was in direct contact with his trousers, and she ground down onto his lap. She ran her hands through his hair and he stopped struggling and allowed her to kiss him. He reached up and ran his hands through her hair as well, enjoying the taste of her tongue on his. They were so absorbed in each other they didn't hear Nat enter the office. The Grimm stopped and stared at the two Wesen, clawing at each other, kissing desperately, as if the other was their only source of oxygen. They didn't notice him, so he averted his eyes and cleared his throat. They still didn't notice.

"What are you two doing?" He asked. Ambrose turned to face him, Becky continuing to passionately kiss his cheek.

"What in hell does it look like we're doing, Nat?" He asked, looking as if he were drunk, as Becky started licking his neck, "I have myself a bit of a family situation... I need to take the day off... I will explain at another time..."

"Obviously..." Nat cautiously stepped closer. Becky turned, woged, and snapped at the Grimm, who backed away. She growled, shifted back, and found her husband's lips once more. Ambrose was trying to apologize to Nat into his wife's mouth. Nat found it kind of funny, actually, watching his partner attempt to talk and kiss at the same time; Becky was trying to pull off Ambrose's duster jacket while he was trying to keep it on so they could leave. Nat vaguely remembered reading something about Fuchsbau females having a mating season, but decided he didn't want to think about that. Ambrose gently pushed his wife back so he could speak.

"Now, Becky, give me a minute, please. I promise I will tend to you in just a few moments..." She backed off him and stood, walked around the back of the chair, and once more started kissing his neck. Ambrose sighed, looking up at his Deputy, his glasses askew."Umm, yeah, only things of the utmost importance today... If it ain't on fire or dying, leave us be. Got it?" Nat nodded. Ambrose stood and turned to his wife. "Now, Missy, you and I have some business to attend to." He swept her up into his arms, nodding to Nat. Becky threw her arms around his neck, showering his cheeks with kisses.

"Have fun!" Nat said as Ambrose carried Becky out of the office. She stopped kissing her husband long enough to shout back at him.

"We always do!"

The town of Ruby Hill was still waking, so the Dunns did not encounter anyone between the Marshall's office and the general store and druggist, with their apartment above. Ambrose kept inhaling his wife's scent; while it was normally inspiring, today it was intoxicating, bewitching. She was sucking his earlobe and he wanted nothing more than to set her down and take her right now in the middle of the street. His logic reminded him that would not reflect well on the town if their Marshall got arrested for indecency.

They finally made it back to the store, and Ambrose gently set Becky down. The door was locked. Becky has a sly glint in her eye.

"Where is the key, Becky?" he asked. She giggled.

"Well, Mister Dunn, I will tell you it is somewhere on my person..." She raised his hands to her bosoms. Ambrose gently pushed her back into the doorframe and bent down to whisper in her ear, his moustache sweeping against the sensitive skin of her neck and ear.

"Mrs. Dunn, I am about ready to wrestle you out of your clothes and have my way with you in the middle of the street. However, I don't want to have to explain that to Nat when he comes to arrest us for public indecency. The sooner you open the door, the sooner we can both get what we want." The Fuchsbau tsked him as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out the key.

"I was only keeping it warm, sir..." Once inside the shop, Ambrose locked the door and put up a sign saying the shop would be closed today. He heard the stairs creak behind him, and saw a trail of clothing leading to the stairs. He smiled to himself. He was a lucky man. Some of the town residents thought the Marshall and his wife were uptight; prudes, even... they had no idea. He picked up her clothing and followed his mate up the stairs.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he was nearly knocked off his feet by a ball of fur, hair, and skin. Becky tackled him, pinning him once more against the wall. Their mouths met, and Becky began frantically removing Ambrose's clothes. He attempted to help her, but she swatted his hands away. Off went his duster, his waistcoat, his suspenders, his tie, and his shirt. Ambrose kicked off his boots as his wife ran her hands along the skin of his chest. Ambrose went to remove his spectacles, but Becky stopped him, panting, before attacking his neck with kisses as she slowly peeled away his trousers. Now they were both naked. Becky grabbed his stiff cock and roughly stroked as Ambrose turned them around, now pinning her against the wall. Becky gasped as she felt the wood against her bare back. He once more lowered his mouth to her ear.

"Now, Mrs. Dunn, you have been quite a bad girl today. Walking around in public half dressed, attempting to seduce a town Marshall, reckless kissing, hiding the key in an improper place and expecting me to get it out in public, abandoning your clothing on the floor, and tackling a lawman while attempting to forcibly remove his clothes like some sort of scarlet woman. How do you plead?"

"Guilty," she breathed. "Guilty on all counts. But I can't help it, I'm not myself... I didn't know what I was doing."

"Oh, I think you did. I hereby sentence you to be loved, right here, right now, until we are both satisfied. The Judge has spoken." With that, Ambrose lifted his petite wife off the ground, leaning her back against the wall. She looked surprised at first, but happily wrapped her legs around his waist, settling on his cock. Ambrose felt the warm, wet embrace of his lover and he leaned into her. Their lips once more met as the man pumped into his wife. The wall provided excellent leverage, and Becky moaned into his mouth. He loved nothing more than to please her. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, and broke the kiss to bite at his neck. Her nails scratched his skin; he loved when he could call the animal out of her. Ambrose closed his eyes, and tried to breathe slowly. If he recalled correctly, she would remain in this state until he released inside her... If he could control himself...

Becky felt her body building up to release. Her husband's length and girth assured he hit the right spot internally, but the position allowed the correct external spot to be stimulated without additional assistance. He drove into her with such strength, such force... she was a lucky woman. She felt herself getting close. He adjusted himself and she released, screaming, throwing herself back against the wall.

He gently set her down as she panted.

"Don't hurt yourself, honey." He whispered in his ear as he spun her so she was facing the wall. "We ain't done yet." He entered her again, holding her arms against the wall. Her breasts moved against the wood, and Ambrose buried his face in her hair. They were so close together, and her pussy felt so tight around him he thought he would explode. She growled like a wildcat under him, trying to turn and catch his lips.

His hands released her wrists and moved down her body, and he rubbed her as he continued to thrust. He felt her getting tighter. As much as he wanted to hold out, when she cried out again and her muscles clamped down once more upon him, it seemed to squeeze his orgasm out of him, and he punched the wall, yelling. This was the most intense he'd ever had. He panted as he rubbed his wife's shoulders, slipping out of her. She was also breathing heavily and she turned to face him.

"I think I need to sit down." He managed to say, and she nodded in agreement. They laid down on the bed together, and she kissed him gently.

"That was amazing." Becky commented.

"I'm going to go a bit further and say I think I just about had a religious experience. My little angel, you can be quite a devil, can't you?"

"I don't think I'm that bad, Marshall."

"On the contrary, Madam, we've got quite a bit of explaining to do to Nat tomorrow."

"Well, what does he expect married folk to get up to?"

"Becky, we nearly made love in the office. I don't think he was expecting us to get up to it there... It's not like he busted down our door whilst we were canoodling..."

"Details, sir." She whispered as she gently kissed him again.

XxXxX

Later that night, the Dunns filled up the bathtub and sat together in the water, exchanging kisses. Ambrose scooped handfuls of water and poured them on her shoulders, watching the water run down her breasts and back.

"I am a lucky man." He commented absently as she leaned back onto him. She smiled contentedly.

"I agree, sir. How did you manage to secure a woman such as I?" She laughed as he splashed her gently. He nuzzled her neck.

"So I guess we should start thinking about having some little ones..." She nodded.

"We can start with one and go from there. More than two, and we may need a house..."

"How many do you think you'd like, Becky?" He again scooped water and let it drip onto her skin.

"I don't know, but I would have a whole litter if you were their Papa. You're going to be a wonderful father."

"And you'll be a wonderful mother, Becky." He whispered as he kissed her temple, smiling.