DOUBLE DUTY: CHAPTER 14

It was an ideal day for the train to arrive. March could be fickle, but this day held just a hint of winter's end. It was an ideal time, too. Church had just let out and everyone in the congregation was hurrying home to family Sunday dinner. No one was around. Rob was alone tending two lonely cowboys at the Long Branch. Sam, Festus, Quint, Doc and Kitty were lined up on the platform like kids waiting for ice cream at the fair. As the big engine groaned to a halt and blew off steam, Doc pulled Kitty in close to him. He saw the tears sliding gently down her cheeks.

"Hey! C'mon! Don't do that." He said softly into her ear.

"Can't help it, Curly. They're happy tears. My God, I can't believe it's today. He's here! Right now!"

"For heaven's sake, you're probably just worried about whether he wants to go home with you." Doc had a big grin on his face.

Matt Dillon was never the first passenger off a train. It was an old lawman's habit. Wait, see what was going to happen on the platform, then deal with it if you had to. It was a real good way to live to see another day. Festus had no idea. He was pacing up and down the platform like a cat in a cage, spurs jingling. Sam and Quint had their most professional faces on. Doc hung onto Kitty. Finally, Matt stepped down, loaded top to bottom with duffels. Festus froze in his tracks. Truth be told, all the men froze while Kitty pulled away from Doc and ran into the big man's arms. He couldn't drop his gear fast enough, sweeping her into his arms and burying his face in her hair.

Quint gave Sam a playful poke in the ribs. "That's not fair, is it? I mean, she's courting favor with him. That's cheating, isn't it?"

A big grin on his face, Sam got his friend right back. "I think he's grown some. Does he look bigger to you?"

Matt knew he couldn't ignore all his friends much longer. He knew Kitty didn't want him to, either. She was just having a hard time letting go.

"Kit," he whispered in her ear. "I love you, sweetheart! Let me say hello to these guys and we'll go home."

And he did, too. He shook each one's hand, exchanged words and pounded each one on the back. Well, except for Doc. Doc got a big bear hug along with his back pounding. Kitty stood back far enough that Matt had lost track of her. He wheeled around.

"Hey, Mrs. Dillon!" A big smile on his face, he held out his hand, which she grabbed immediately.

"Matthew, I brought the buggy over so's ya' could haul all yer gear." Festus announced. "Now I'll fetch it all fer' ya' an' git 'er all loaded up. You an' Miss Kitty just git in the buggy so's ya' kin sit together. I kin foller ya' on ol' Ruth an' unhitch an' all."

"All right, Festus," Matt said softly to his friend. But he was looking down at Kitty, even taking a quick swipe at one of her tears.

"Now Matthew," Festus hollered up at the couple in the buggy ahead of him and his mule. "If'n you's a-wantin ta' take a tour n' see the jail . . ."

Matt couldn't stop him fast enough.

"No thanks, Festus. Home is just fine."

XOXOXO

Author's Note: If reading about physical love between our favorite married couple isn't to your liking, you should skip the rest of this chapter. Sure would hate you to miss it, though. You know enough about me by now to know that I do this. This is for those of you who've told me you like it hot.

XOXOXO

Matt dragged two loads of gear into the house and plopped everything on the floor. Neither of them knew what to do next. Coats still on, Matt drew Kitty into his arms and stared into her eyes.

"My God, how I've missed you Kitty," he said softly.

"Alone at last!" Was all she could manage.

He responded hard down onto her lips, pressing, releasing, pressing again. She sucked gently on his bottom lip, sliding her tongue past it to explore his mouth. This time it wasn't a dream! She came up for air, looked into his eyes, and kissed him deeply again. He went from her lips to her neck, licking and nibbling gently. Only briefly sated, he put his hands on the top buttons of her coat and went to work. When he finally slid it off and dropped it to the floor, he had some skin to work with. She was all pink and rosy at the top of her dress. He trailed all over it with his lips. Then he went back to her cheeks, kissing away the last of the tear stains from the depot.

"I need a shave. I'm gonna burn your beautiful skin. Can't shave on the train."

"Mmmm Hmmm. Burn me some more, please! Burn me so good! We have bath oil!"

Like a ragdoll in his hands, she let him turn her around so he could start in on the line of buttons down her back. He alternated, working on buttons, nibbling on the back of her neck, more buttons, more nibbling. Just couldn't quite get enough. When the dress finally pooled at her feet, he picked her up gently and lifted her out of it, kicking it to the side. She turned back to face him, a sly smile on her face.

"Matt, I don't have a lot more clothes on."

"Yeah." He suckled a breast through the lace on her camisole. He was groping with his hands. She took one of them and guided it down to her thighs. He noticed immediately.

"This thing is short! You don't have any bottoms!" His hand had found all sorts of new territory.

"Didn't think I'd need bottoms just to meet the train." Her voice was deep and provocative. His touch was velvet. But not for long. As soon as he tested his target with two fingers, she squealed with pleasure. He pulled away.

He threw his hat across the room, not even believing he still had it on. Next to go was the heavy coat, then his gun belt, belt and his pants. She stopped him right there, pulling him against her so she could savor what she'd waited three months to feel. He was aroused. Very aroused. He struggled to stay gentle, letting her press and rub against the one layer of clothing that remained between them, lost in anticipation. A man with needs, he wanted her that very minute. While he enjoyed the feel of her against him, he even thought about laying her out on the kitchen table and taking her right there. But no. It was hard and cold, didn't want to hurt her. He just couldn't wait right now. His mind snapped back to attention. She was lost in want for him, struggling to climb up onto him. Just . . . couldn't . . . wait.

He unbuttoned his drawers, exposed now to her with everything he had, straight up hard, ready, needing. In one motion he effortlessly lifted her up to his waist. No objections. Quite the opposite! She wrapped her legs around him, hanging on while he guided himself.

"Matt! Ohhh, Matt! You need to . . . Matt, easy, easy, please!"

He was pushing into her like any man taking a willing woman. But he saw her eyes widen and he felt her hesitate.

"Too much too fast?" He knew the answer, but he was panting, not wanting to stop.

"Easy, Sweet!" Was all she could manage.

Easy was not part of his plan.

He took a quick look at the floor. Her dress, his pants, two big coats. Quickly he pulled back and took her to the floor, laying her down on top of the clothing heap and entering her again as gently as his passion would allow. He felt her melt and welcome him. He stroked, then waited, repeated. Much better.

"You okay?" He said softly.

"Mmmm!" The anxiety was gone from her eyes. She reached around and pulled his butt to her, asking for more.

"Matt, please, now!" Her voice was sultry, eager. He responded by lowering his face into her neck. Without any more talk, he stroked hard until he felt himself pump into her. It was well after his last pulse when he felt her tighten onto him, throbbing in her own pleasure. He was home.

Neither of them seemed to notice the fact that they were on the floor next to the back door. Neither seemed to care that Matt was still half dressed. They stayed together on the pile of clothing just rubbing each other, waiting for their breathing to return to normal, relishing their closeness after an eternity apart. It had been three months since Matt had ministered to his wife after sex. Didn't matter about the floor. He spent an eternity kissing every part of her he could reach without sliding away. Her hair, her cheeks, her lips, her neck. His urgency quelled, his kisses were soft, loving. She responded to every one of them. But inevitably, he did slide away, rolling onto his side next to her.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly. "I never want to scare you."

"No! You didn't scare me," she whispered back. "You were more than I could take the first time in so long. I didn't want it to hurt. I'll get better. We'll practice, right?" She was smiling softly.

He kissed her on the cheek.

"We'll practice a lot."

"Do you know where we are?"

"Yeah. Home." He kissed her again.

"Matt, we're on the floor!"

"So? You need fancier?"

She gave him a quick tickle and giggled when he flinched.

"Nobody's tickled you for a while, huh Cowboy?"

"Three months."

"You gonna tell me all about Laramie?"

"Every detail. But not here on the floor. And not tonight. I have other plans. I believe you owe me an answer to my letter about the bath, the bath oil, and the brandy? Then maybe we could spend some time together in our bed? I have a present for you when we get there."

She kissed him deeply, then looked up into his eyes.

"I just got my present. My favorite present!"

"Me too. But I have another one for you."

"I'll just bet you do, Cowboy!"

He struggled to his knees and helped her up. She was perfectly positioned for his most sensual of kisses. He took full advantage of the situation before he finally stood, holding her close.

"Kitty, I've still got some clothes on. I'll go out and build a fire in the caldron for bath water. Sure nice to have that caldron, wow!"

Kitty busied herself sliding all the duffels out of the way and picking up the strewn clothing. But he was back inside as she barely got started.

"Quint had it going!" He was grinning. "The water's already scalding. I'll fill the tub. What a friend! He knew!"

Kitty laughed, remembering the conversation in the Long Branch.

"Matt, the guys all had a bet going about what you'd want to do first when you got off the train."

"Who won?"

"I did!"

XOXOXO

It was 4 o'clock already. Matt didn't know whether to call it lunch or supper. Didn't matter. He spent a length of time in the kitchen heating a big pot of beef stew, greens and biscuits, just enjoying being home with his wife. Neither of them had even bothered to dress in any more than the basics, and neither of them wanted to be anywhere else but home. Home together. Kitty refilled their brandies and sat down to study his backside in that union suit. A vision played in her head. He'd already bathed and shaved. He wasn't handling anything hot at the moment, he was just stirring something. What would it hurt? She snuck up behind him and gave him a butt cheek nibble.

He pretended to ignore her. She nibbled the other cheek and ran her hand up between his legs, giving him a gentle squeeze. The big spoon splashed into the pot, all but forgotten. He turned around and grabbed her.

"You are a little DEVIL, Mrs. Dillon!" He was grinning from ear to ear.

"I want my second present. I want it now!"

"Oh no you don't. You have to wait!"

"I've been waiting for months, Mister. We have a lot of catching up to do!"

"Aren't you hungry? We should eat something before we open your present."

"Oh, I'm hungry all right," she teased, taking a big pretend bite out of the front of his drawers. She followed through by unbuttoning his fly and licking him eagerly.

"Kitty!" He was running his hands through her long red hair. "Kitty, I can't cook while you do that! Kitty, c'mon now . . ."

That was about it for Matt Dillon.

"Matt," she said softly between tastes. "You're so clean and sweet and so delicious! I'm gonna eat dessert first!" And she went right back to him, licking, nibbling, watching him grow for her until he was all shiny skinned and red. The smell of him was the lavender and vanilla of their favorite soap and the exquisite bath oil! The "oil for lovers," the lady at the shop in Denver had called it. The time for teasing was over. The stew would keep. Dessert was ready. She held him in one hand, pressing his butt into her with the other. Kitty really hadn't planned to do this. It just felt SO good! It had been SO long! She closed her mouth around all of him she could take and sucked. And licked and sucked.

"Kit, I'm gonna . . ."

But he was beyond saying what was going to happen, and beyond stopping. He groaned and let his wife finish taking him. Right there in the kitchen.

XOXOXO

It was dark outside. The doors were locked. The essential duffels were unpacked. Matt's gun belt was hanging on the bed. The lone lantern in the room glowed low, barely illuminating their naked bodies. Finally, the lovers were in the brass bed: The bed they hadn't shared for three months.

"Wow. I dreamed of this." Matt was spent. It had been quite a day.

"Mmmm Hmmm," she muttered back, tracing his broad chest with two fingers, her head resting on his shoulder.

"You want to go see the jail now?" She let out a little giggle.

"Uh Uh silly girl." He propped himself up on an elbow. "You know what I want to do? I just want to look at you."

He did, too. He looked her body up and down, slowly, just feasting his eyes on her smooth, milky skin and enticing curves.

"God, you're beautiful Kitten!" He whispered. "You let me see every part of you. You let me touch every part of you, feel every part of you, love every part of you! You're the treasure of my life, you know that?"

"I'm your wife, Matt," she said softly. "I gave all of me to you forever, remember?"

He stroked her face with two fingers, so lightly it was barely perceptible.

"I remember. I'm the luckiest man in the world," he mumbled.

He kept up the feather-soft touch, moving down all over the front of her as far as he could without breaking his gaze. He watched her shudder and break into goosebumps at the feel of his touch.

"Fingertips," he whispered. "You taught me about fingertips, remember?"

"Mmmm Hmmm." She was smiling. "And you taught me about private talk like this, remember?"

"You liked my telegram, then."

"It was perfect! Better than candy! I smiled and smiled and smiled. Then after a while I cried, cause I wanted to whisper those words in your ear. Wish I could have seen the telegrapher's face though."

"Ha! Yeah, I remember that. He wanted to argue with me about paying for two words."

Not wanting to break the spell, Kitty started matching his stray touch. She traced his nipples, studying them while they hardened. Feather soft, she moved all over his chest, his belly, and his groin. His eyes rolled back with delight. She tapped his sex, not intending to arouse him yet, just to love him. Then she moved right back up to his chest and began again.

"Now you've got goosebumps, Cowboy!"

"Kit, remember that first day at Spring Creek? Remember how we were both so shy that we wrapped up in that blanket and made love? It's time for your present."

Thinking he was going to pull the covers up, she was astounded when he bounded out of the bed and opened one of the duffels in the corner.

"This, my beautiful wife, is the present I brought you!" He shook out a large quilt and held it up. It doubled in size when he shook it again. Wide-eyed, she watched.

"It's called a down quilt!" He said proudly. "It's full of goose down. Not feathers, down. It's the fluffy stuff under the feathers. It's so damned cold in Laramie that everybody has one. When you try it, you'll see!"

He carried the big quilt over to the bed and wrapped her in it. She snuggled down, wiggling, reveling in the soft, lightweight feel and the instant comfort it provided. He watched, smiling, satisfied that he'd made a great choice. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Good?" He had a hopeful look on his face.

"Well . . . it could be some better."

"How?" He had surprise written all over his face. "Gosh, I thought you'd love it."

"You could be wrapped up in here with me!"

He pulled the big quilt off of her, then just as quickly stepped into the big bed and wrapped both of them up in it. The fit was perfect. The feel was beyond perfect! Two lovers were instantly joined as one in heavenly, sensuous warmth, their arms and legs tangled together in delight. Then their lips met in silent recollection of that beautiful day at Spring Creek. That day when they'd first coupled and become one for a lifetime.

TBC