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Rated: M language/violence/ sexual content/ fantasy/ adult content.. did I name it all? Lol
Hey guys I am really sorry if I put up a chapter earlier and took it off! I had a handicapped moment :D I was hoping to catch some Priest clips but there just aren't a lot of them out on the internet. Thank you for being patient my muse was going wild on me for a second. BTW everyone says Lily Collins would look better if her eyebrows weren't filled in, but I disagree she is beautiful!
Chapter 2: Gun Handling
If there is a God...you better protect her while I am away. Hicks rode away after dropping his girlfriend soon-to-be fiancée off at her shack in Outpost 10 with an uneasy feeling. She never looked as beautiful as she did when she was running breathless. We will make cute babies.
The motorcycle lurched forward when he hit the throttle; dust hit his goggles like it was an angry lover. Hicks arrived at his shack in Augustine with more dust on him than what the sun-blasted wasteland was made out of, maybe even more of it in his brain. Once his sneezing fit subsided and his brain stopped jiggling he patted himself down trying to get the dirt off, and then gave up.
He extended an arm out and pushed the door open to his home. I feel so hollow without her. Kicking familiar ass was not always satisfying, even as a lawman, but he sure could pretend it was. The duty bestowed upon his shoulders to protect the badlands weighed heavily on him and he wondered if he could continue on like that. Being a gunslinger is a fast way to die.
Hicks ripped the star off his shirt and sat down at a wobbly table in the middle of the room. You could not even call it a living room, nothing was in it besides the table he sat at, ammo on top of a broad collection of shiny, sharp knives. Two prized long swords rested on a dirty wall opposite of him. The sharp edges glinted, even in the pitch-black night. He almost never took them off. To the right of the sword was a hallway leading into his bedroom.
No matter how hard he tried the filth of the wasteland crept in through the cracks like he never cleaned at all. This is no place for a girl like Lucy to live. He would get a new one once married. He could hear rats scratching holes in the walls like frenzied dogs.
She had never seen violence, or anything sinful for that matter, in her life. She was quite sheltered. She always went to church though her parents forced her, and that made someone go to either extremes in the good girl-bad girl department.
He started thinking about the lovely evening he had with Lucy.
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They were sitting down outside of Augustine with their backs against his house staring at the sky. There wasn't much to do. She eyed his guns and wondered how she would handle them or who they may have killed.
"Can I play with your guns?" Lucy asked.
Hicks grinned at her questioning face and said, "I have something you can play with." With that he pressed his lips lightly against hers. She giggled.
"Can you teach me how to handle them?" Hicks looked away and chose his words carefully.
"Only if you teach me how to handle those," Hicks replied while he pointed to her breasts.
Her mouth dropped open. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she said, "Well first things first." She lifted his hand to float just before her breast. "You have to kiss me."
As Hicks put pressure on his hand before her breast he leaned in to give her a kiss as she leaned back. He was on top of her before he knew it. His mind wandered how her parents would react if her hair were matted in dirt; he got off of her and picked her up in his arms, heading for his bedroom, fingers brushed the outside of her breast where his hand supported her.
He loved the way she kissed him. As of late they were getting experimental. Something they had only read in books. She looked up at him with those pretty green eyes, want etched into them. That was all he needed to bend his head down to kiss her. She rested her hand on his cheek as the kiss deepened. The simple bed squeaked slightly at their movements.
She had asked him to play with her neck. He couldn't understand the knot that formed in his stomach upon hearing her request. With one questioning glance he did what he was told. It took a moment to get into it. It made his mind wander to sex, but she would soon be his and he did not want to rush it. Pretty soon he left a mark on her neck and then the questions flooded into his mind like a tidal wave-
Is she into vampire like fetishes? I have seen those monsters kill people. My father in my bloody hands…
He shuddered and quickly dispelled the thought. Will she always be like this? Maybe I can talk her out of it. Will her parents see it? They will think I am a bad influence. Will they look at me weird? Definitely
Can I let her know I do not want to do that anymore? The next time I see her I will have to tell her know more about my past. I don't need to be so guarded.
Dusk was approaching fast. His lips did not want to part from hers but he did so and softly whispered in her ear, "We have to go, it is getting late." They need not be out late while vampires roamed.
She sighed softly and whispered, "I am hot." He smiled slightly knowing full well what she meant. She looked like she was in heat the way she panted, hormones surged, making a very pink blush fill her angled cheeks. A small groan escaped his lips.
It felt like an invisible cord was connecting their chest together and when he got up it snapped. It caused a piece of his heart to break. He wanted her to stay and enjoy this precious time they had together.
"Oh, will you show me how to use your guns tomorrow? I am so not letting you get out of that."
"Sure- I'll show you my guns." Lucy's emotions made her face glow as she stared at Hicks in the fading sunlight.
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Hunger pains stabbed him as he came back to reality. He was not as buff as he wanted to be. There just isn't enough to eat in this fucking place.
Hicks got up from his chair and went to a makeshift counter top to open up a jug of water he had left there. He stuffed a piece of stale bread into his mouth, then set the jug down with a thunk.
He was getting tired. Sleep welcomed him into her sandy arms as his eyelids drooped; sleep was the only way he could dream about things he could not think about in his waking state. Lucy being a perfect wife and mother, in a clean house, and everyone obeying the law not the church was all he wanted out of life. If you go against the church you go against God...ya what a bunch of shit.
He sighed and lifted his head up. If he was a normal man he wouldn't have believed it, his hand shot out to the gun that clung to his hip, while his mouth dropped open wide enough to catch flies.
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