He Restoreth My Soul 2: Beside the Still Waters"
"Matt's Love Story" ATC
Chapter 2
by Lilyjack
Author's Note: This fanfic is another of my sugary-sweet romances, so run the other way if that ain't yer cuppa unsweet tea. In addition, this chapter depicts a loving relationship between two consenting adults and is intended for mature readers.
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"So, Kitty..." Matt stepped out of his pants and then closely considered his companion's appearance. She was once again clad only in her lacy chemise and filmy cotton pantaloons. He scratched his head and asked hopefully, "Is, uh...is this what Tucker saw when he was spyin' on you?"
"Ohh..." She gave him a chagrined expression. "I'm afraid Reuben saw considerable more than this, Cowboy."
"What?" Matt pitched his britches on the ground, irately planting his hands on his union-suited hips. "Dammit, Kitty, I'm gonna wring that little bastard's neck."
"Now, Matt. It's okay. He promised he just accidentally caught a glimpse and then he hurried up and turned his back."
"And you believed him!" Exasperated, he ran his fingers through his hair. "By golly, that's just what a young fella like him would tell an unsuspecting female."
Kitty was slowly unbuttoning Matt's union suit. "Hmm... Is that what you used to tell all the girls, too, when you were his age?"
"Now, Kitty..."
"Oh, Matt, let's not talk about Reuben right now." Kitty took several steps back, reaching for the hem of her chemise. She slowly stripped it over her head, her hair falling in tousled waves around her face. She held her wrists crossed provocatively over her head so that Matt had a full view of what she aimed for him to. She gave him a sultry look and finished, "That okay with you?"
Matt audibly swallowed, murmuring distractedly, "I, uhh...yeah..." He never took his eyes off her.
"That's what I thought." She then slowly lowered her arms until they were crossed loosely in front of her bosom. She stepped closer to him and asked coyly, "You almost ready to get in the water?"
He was smiling down at her, a glazed look in his eye, one that she'd seen, oh, so many times before. Yep, she had his undivided attention now. He reached for her, with both hands, of course. Her man had always been awfully fond of her voluptuous female attributes. But she nimbly took a step back. "Take it all off, Marshal Dillon, every stitch. I wanna see that fine bare backside of yours in the next sixty seconds or else you'll get nothin' more out of me, lawman. "
"Aw, Kitty, why'd you hafta go and say that?"
"Cause it's the truth. You've got the finest backside in all of Dodge City. Maybe even Kansas. Maybe even the whole..."
"Kitty!"
"Now take off that raggedy old union suit. I swear, I'm gonna throw that thing away and buy you another one. "
"Now what's Mr. Jonas gonna say when you go buying a union suit in my size?"
She raised an auburn brow at him. "Well if you don't want me buying it, you'd better go buy a new one yourself then, hadn't you?"
Matt broke out in a crooked grin. "Do you know how purty you are when you're fussin' at me?"
"No." She eyed him suspiciously.
"Especially when you're half nekkid." Matt stripped his arms out of the offending frayed union suit. "You got anything else you wanna fuss at me about right now?"
She pursed her lips, balling her fists on her hips, adding sullenly, "Well that's a loaded question, huh, Cowboy? Shall I add something about your latest transgressions...?"
Matt's face sobered considerably for a moment, and he hurriedly shook his head while he dropped his union suit to the ground. "No, sweetheart, no more fussing is fine with me alright..." His voice trailed off as a slow, easy grin spread from ear to ear. His eyes were busy taking in the sight before him. "Get over here, woman, and let me get those drawers offa you."
She sashayed two steps closer and gazed at him appraisingly through hair that had fallen over an eye. She blew it away testily, asking, "Why do you have to be so bossy? Who died and made you Marshal of—"
Kitty squealed in girlish delight when Matt untied her pantaloons with the lightning quick reflexes of a gunfighter, whipped them down around her ankles and scooped her up in arms steely strong with corded muscles.
"Don't you dare, Matt, don't you dare...ohhhh!" They made an enormous splash when he jumped into the stream-fed pool with Kitty in his embrace.
He burst out of the water moments later with a roar, shaking his wet head like a shaggy dog. Treading water and blinking droplets from his eyelashes, he immediately looked around for Kitty, but she was nowhere in sight. His heart skipped a beat until he spotted her pale form gliding just beneath the surface of the pool heading towards the opposite bank.
Her head popped up, and when she'd found her footing, she stood, waist deep with her back to him. As she slicked her streaming dark hair back out of her face, Matt caught a glimpse of the puckered, pink scar beneath her arm on her right side. It had been a little less than a year ago, and Matt kept hoping that the scar would someday disappear entirely. But he knew it would probably always be there to remind him of the day that Kitty had been beaten, raped and then shot in the street by outlaw Jude Bonner. Matt's gut tightened painfully as it always did when he contemplated that unholy mark on her body or tried to imagine her horrific abuses. It was bad enough that it had to happen to her, but it had all happened because of him. Kitty had nearly perished at Jude Bonner's vengeful hands all because of her love for the Marshal of Dodge City.
She slowly turned to face him, tucking her dripping, ribbony-wet tresses behind her ears, his gorgeous girl, big blue eyes that could melt the hardest man's heart, bare-breasted with a tiny smile on her lovely full lips, beckoning to him with a finger. She was so beautiful she made his chest ache. What l was I thinking? he wondered in utter mystification. How the hell could I have forgotten someone like Kitty Russell, even for a moment?
Matt swallowed hard and began swimming toward the object of his desire. She appeared for all the world like an enchanted wood nymph in one of those paintings he and Kitty had seen in a museum once. It was on a trip they had actually managed to take together without interruption. No stagecoach wrecks, no outlaw gangs, no U.S. Marshal duties interfering at the last minute. It was just Matt and Kitty on an intimate getaway for two. They'd taken carriage rides in the park, dined in fancy restaurants and even danced a little.
And then Kitty had wanted to introduce him to some culture. Matt had put up a fuss about going to the museum because it sounded mighty stuffy, but he'd actually enjoyed it once she'd dragged him inside. There were paintings of beautiful ladies and sculptures of beautiful ladies... Matt couldn't wait to get Kitty back to their hotel room afterward.
She'd barely gotten the door closed behind them when he was kissing her and squeezing her and undressing her.
"Why, Matt Dillon...what on earth has gotten into you?" She'd hardly been able to form a coherent sentence while he was distracting her so with his soft lips trailing fire down her lily-white throat and his nimble fingers unbuttoning her conservative jacket and slipping beneath her crisp white shirtwaist. She had breathed, "I... I thought we'd... just freshen up and go out for lunch... Oh my goodness... Oh... Matt..."
He had hoarsely whispered in her shell-like ear that he'd particularly enjoyed the art museum, but it had made him want to taste her charming delights first. They'd ended up ordering room service later and spent the entire day luxuriating in bed, discussing the arts and technique. Kitty Russell had sworn then and there that they would have to make museum visiting a regular habit. She never dreamed her rough and tumble cowboy would be so utterly inspired by art.
And now Matt's eyes were focused on his own objet d'art, a few feet away and he was closing in. But she was no stone statue. He could see her breath quicken the nearer he swam and her cheeks flush warmly with the blood that her heart pumped through her veins, her dewy lips parting in desire. Yes, she was a flesh and blood woman, and Matt was going to hold her in his arms in mere moments. He could taste his lady love's sweetness on the tip of his tongue already...
tbc
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