Jimmy sat watching Faith for a few minutes just basking in the normalcy of sitting together, her knitting while he pretended to read that magazine. He would read it later as he had noticed there was one of Cody's stories in there and he would really like to know what his old friend had been up to. He looked up noticeably from the page when Faith cocked her head to one side and listened to the still constant pounding on the roof. She then glanced with some uncertainty at the clock on the wall and Jimmy had a feeling he knew what she was thinking. It was getting late.

"I guess I ought to head to the barn about now so you can turn in."

Her brow furrowed in an unspoken demand for explanation.

"I'll sleep out there," he explained, "It'd be more proper."

She contemplated his words for a moment and then came to a decision that she looked as though she felt good about.

"No," she said, "You sleep in Adam's room and tell anyone nosy enough to ask that you slept in the barn."

"Faith," he asked not believing her words, "Are you sure? Adam was your boy, wasn't he? I don't want to…" He wasn't even sure how he meant to end that but the woman hadn't even picked the child's toys up yet, he felt certain she didn't need some dime novel hero turned lawman and gambler bunking down in his room.

"Adam was my son, yes," she said emphasizing 'was', "And turning his room into a museum doesn't seem to be bringing him back. You should sleep there."

Jimmy could tell there would be no argument, she was more like Emma than he ever could have imagined, and he went to Adam's room. He felt a chill that he knew was more in his mind than the air. He readied for bed and tried to sleep but knew his hostess was not even making the attempt. He could hear the floorboards as she paced and then heard them as she made her way to the front door. When he heard the door close behind her, he was compelled to go check on her. He quickly pulled his trousers back on and made his way through the house to her.

Through the front window, he could see her shape sitting statue still on the porch swing. She jumped when he opened the door and then resumed staring out into the rain. He sat next to her on the porch swing allowing a space between them and was surprised when she scooted over and leaned against him. Jimmy's arm found its way around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry I woke you," she said almost inaudibly, "I don't sleep much anymore."

"I wasn't sleeping," he said, "I don't sleep much either."

"You would think I would have been used to being alone after Aaron left. He was gone nearly a year before the telegram came. Somehow it never seemed that bad when Adam was still here. He was six and probably should have had something in his life besides keeping his lonely mama company but he rarely left my side and never stayed with the other boys after school to play. I don't know what he was playing at in the loft that day. I think sometimes I take comfort that he was playing when he died. I hope he was at least having fun; he deserved that much."

She seemed surprised that she had gone on like that but Jimmy was more taken aback by her matter of fact tone when she spoke of her son. She hadn't dealt in any way with his loss and he wondered when she looked into the rain if it was Aaron or Adam she prayed would emerge.

He let her just be close to him for a while. He told himself she needed comfort but he really didn't want to let go. It had been a long time since he'd had a moment like this and it felt good and real.

"It feels good to be held," she said softly.

"It feels good to hold someone," he confessed, "But you need to be getting some sleep. I'll be right next door so you aren't really alone."

She allowed him to lead her, still leaning against him, toward the door but then she stopped. He looked to her lacking understanding.

"Jimmy, can I ask you something?" her voice was timid and small.

"Anything," he said and he meant it. Looking into her vulnerable eyes right then, he wanted to promise her anything and everything.

"I'd like you to be closer than next door."

Her head dipped in her embarrassment of what she had just asked of him. Jimmy wasn't ready to jump to that conclusion just yet. Faith wanted him closer, he didn't care the reason.

"I will be anywhere you want me to."

She straightened to move completely of her own volition, took his hand and led him to her room. She rose onto her toes in order to kiss him and he backed away from her. Everything in his body wanted what she seemed to be offering but she was so wounded, he didn't think it was right.

"Faith," he tried to reason, "I'm not here expecting anything. I said I'd do whatever you need. You need me close, I'll be close. You need to be held, I'll hold you."

"I need you."

He took one more step back trying to give her space to really think because if she kept coming at him and trying to kiss him, he wasn't going to be able to stop what would happen.

"I just don't want you hating me, or yourself, in the morning."

"I won't. I promise," she looked straight into his eyes as she lifted her nightgown over her head and let it fall to the floor next to her feet.

The sight of her unashamed nudity hit his eyes only moments before the sensation of her lips on his and her breasts pressing into his chest. There was no more thought or debate within him about what was right or wrong. There was only the wanton need they had for this, for something real, for that connection.

Her tongue roamed freely about his mouth while her hands made short work of the buttons fastening his pants giving them a push over his hips and allowing them to slide to his feet. Faith then began to lower herself trailing her tongue down his chest and abdomen and, grabbing his erection firmly, rubbed it between her breasts as she continued her descent. She knelt before him and took him into her mouth which turned up in a satisfied smile when he involuntarily bucked his hips forward. He felt her mouth release him and then her tongue and fingers traced abstract shapes on his manhood.

She stood slowly making sure to press herself against him as she did. His hands began to wander across her breasts, down her stomach and veered around to the small of her back where they continued their journey over the soft curve of her buttocks. Jimmy took hold of one of her thighs raising the leg to hook around his hip and allowing his hand access to the quickly moistening area between her legs. Faith ground her hips into him arching her back to maximize the friction below their waists.

He then lifted her other leg, which she wrapped around his waist, and carefully stepped out of his pants as he carried her to the bed where he laid her down and settled next to her on his side. His mouth quickly found one of her breasts while his hand travelled south where two of his fingers slipped easily inside her. He delighted in the way she writhed beneath his ministrations; how her hip rubbed steadily against his erection. She was gasping, moaning and may even have confused him with God once or twice. It didn't take long for her to scream out, muscles tightening around his fingers.

His mouth reclaimed hers and he was about to shift atop her but she put a hand on his shoulder effectively pushing him onto his back and straddled him. He could feel her moist heat as his erection twitched its desire to enter. She smiled as she felt the movement.

"Not yet."

She leaned forward kissing him, rubbing her hardened nipples against his chest and pinning his throbbing member between them. Faith pushed herself up onto her arms and began making circles with her hips until she hit just the right spot to where she could thrust her pelvis back and forth while keeping the friction of her clitoris on the underside of his penis.

Her motion against him, while maddening in itself was heightened by the very sight of her as she frantically moved her hips speeding to bliss.

He was transfixed by the color rising in her cheeks, the nonsense babble escaping her lips, the bounce of her breasts and her lovely hazel eyes rolling back in her head. As he felt the warmth spread across his groin, his own desires took control and he rolled and entered her in a move possibly more impressive and certainly more pleasurable than when he drew his guns on an adversary.

The rhythm he established was merely an extension of hers. He truly thought nothing could ever feel so damned good until, in her growing pleasure, Faith called out, "Faster Jimmy! It's so good!"

Not "Wild Bill"; she called out his name. She wanted faster, well she'd get faster. She'd get harder too. Her hips met his every thrust, their bodies moving together as if choreographed. Soon she cried out his name again in her ecstasy and that, as much as her muscles tightening around him brought him to those final satisfying thrusts.

Jimmy collapsed to the side of her and watched with a smile the heaving of her chest as she worked to catch her breath. He then saw her gently shaking and his smile turned quickly to a frown when he saw that she was crying. Without a thought, he pulled her tight to him even though he suspected he might be the reason for her tears. He was beginning to wish he had decided to sleep in the barn after all. Surely she was upset with herself and moreover with him for what had just transpired. But if she was angry with him, she surely wasn't showing it as she was limp as a ragdoll in his arms and only turned her head to bury it deeper in his chest as she cried her tears flowing hot over his bare skin.

"I'm sorry, Faith," he said and he couldn't recall a time when the words were truer.

"Why?"

"For…well, I took advantage. I knew it wasn't right. I shouldn't have done that."

"I don't regret it," she whispered to him, "If that's what you're thinking. I don't regret a thing."

He held her a bit more stroking her hair until she finally spoke again.

"I think I just got overwhelmed. I miss him and I miss not being alone. I miss feeling good; or I did until a few minutes ago. Thank you for that."

Jimmy had no words for her so he just pulled her closer and held her tight.

You can't say you weren't warned. I told you. There's more to the story. I think I'd be horrible at writing screenplays for pornos because I'd be trying to get too much plot in there and the right motivation for the characters...definitely not my forte...hehehe...so catch your collective breath out there in readerville and let me know if'n ya like it or not...this is really far outside my confort level and I wouldn't have written it if I didn't totally owe Jimmy some pleasure.-J