The Prisoner Exchange
Conclusion Pt.14
It was mid-morning when the train whistle blew, signaling its arrival into Dodge City. The folks of Dodge were pleased to see Matt and Kitty disembark the train. Word had traveled about the incident, causing great concern.
Doc made a point to Matt that bed rest was first and foremost on the agenda, and Kitty agreed. And she stayed on him to follow Doc's orders.
After several days, things began to get back to normal. Matt had enough. He needed to be up and working to feel normal again.
After a long day, he finished his rounds, making the Long Branch his final stop as usual. Peering over the batwing doors, he did not see the object of his desire. But before he could ask, Sam motioned to the office door.
As Matt tipped his rim of his hat to him, Sam just smiled. He was delighted things were back to a normal routine.
Lightly knocking on the office door.
"It's open, Cowboy."
"And how do you know it'd be me?" He grinned as he came in.
"Oh, I figured you'd be through with rounds about now. Town all tucked in tight and safe, Marshal?"
Standing behind her, "Almost, Ma'am."
"Almost?"
"Yep, almost."
"What's left?"
"Oh, see, there's this pretty little redhead. She stays open late at night and I need to make sure she's safe and tucked in for the night or I'd be neglectful in my duties."
Biting her bottom lip and trying not to laugh. "Oh, I see. And you worry about this lady, huh?"
"Yep."
"Like her, do ya?"
"Ummm, yep."
"Just like her?" Now she was tilting her head, cupping his face in her hands."
"Actually, she has this way about her, of getting under my skin and making me crazy."
"Oh, well now. Maybe this is something you wanna talk about, Cowboy." She was still trying to hold back the laughter. Now she ran her hand across his chest and around and up his back and running her nails down his back, pulling him close.
"Ummmm, Kit?"
"Something, maybe, I can help with?"
Now grinning at her, "You know damn well you can. Ahhhh, Honey, aren't you done in here yet?"
"Stay here." She told him as she stepped to the office door. "Sam, you can close up. We can take care of the rest tomorrow."
"If you're sure, Miss Kitty." Sam answered.
"I'm sure. Good night, Sam."
"Good night, Miss Kitty. Marshal."
"Night, Sam."
Making their way up the stairs and entering their room, off came the boots, gunbelt, and hat.
"Matt, pour us a drink?"
"Sure."
She was standing in the doorway of the water room, in a pale blue chiffon gown.
As he turned with two glasses of brandy in his hands, he smiled. "Whoa! Now, that's what I mean.
"I needed to make sure."
Matt was speechless.
"Cowboy, I never told you how sorry I am."
"What? For what?"
"Everything that happened."
"Kit…"
"No, Matt. If I hadn't talked you into going on that vacation, you wouldn't have been there and..."
"Wait, Kit. No! First of all I wanted to be with you. And don't you know by now, I would move mountains to protect you?"
Scooping her up in his arms, "Kitty Russell, I know I haven't been able to give you all the things you've wanted or deserve and I know I don't say this nearly as often as I should but, Woman, I, Matt Dillon, love you! Make no mistake about that. Now woman, are you gonna kiss me or not?"
Holding back both a smile and tears, "Oh, Cowboy." She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, covering his mouth with hers, in a passionate kiss.
The heat between the two ignited quickly. Rapidly, layers pealed. Two people, one heart. Flesh met flesh, heat met heat, heart beat met heartbeat. Before long, two became one in an intimate dance of emotional connection only these two shared.
In the early hours of dawn, the lovers laid entwined, prisoners to nothing and no one, but their unconditional love of a lifetime for one another.
Fini
A/N: A special thank you to Singerme for giving me the idea for this story. Also, thank you to all the Guest reviews to whom I am unable to reply personally.