PT.19

Old Flamed Revisited

Conclusion

Kitty had been packed so they said their goodbyes for the night and left everyone there to enjoy.

Kitty snuggled up close to Matt while they rode in a buggy Festus had decorated for them. "Matt, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. You'll see, Mrs. Dillon."

"Ahhh, say that again."

"Say what? You'll see?"

"No, silly, after that."

"Oh, the Mrs. Dillon part."

"Ummm, yeah, that part. I love the sound of that." Then she repeated it. Mrs. Dillon… Mrs. Matthew Dillon.

As they rode on, it was dark and not much could be seen. But Matt pointed where he had bought land from Jake. "Honey, we'll see it better in the morning. Tonight I have you all to myself."

Then Kitty recognized Jake's house. "Matt Dillon, why, this is Jake's place."

"Yeah, he's letting us use it tonight."

"To be alone?"

Now smiling at her, "Away from, well, everyone."

Quickly they hurried inside, surprised to see Jake had set up everything they'd need. A bottle of champagne and fresh fruit. And he'd loaded up the bin with wood for the fire. A fire was already burning. He had arranged for one of his hands to have in burning.

Kitty disappeared into the back room and when she reappeared, standing in the doorway, Matt was tending to the fire and pouring champagne. In her deep sultry voice, she said, "Penny for your thoughts, Cowboy?"

Turning to see where she was, he dropped the log he was holding. "Oh, Ma'am, I think maybe a nickel, no make that a dollar, would be more fitting."

Standing before him, wearing a soft blue chiffon gown, flowing over her full curves, with a deep plunging neck line. And the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know.

Scooping her up in his strong arms, "Ah, Kit, Honey. You are beautiful. And all mine." Covering her mouth with his, kissing her softly to start but sparks ignited the passion these two had felt for one another for nearly twenty years.

But now? They no longer had to hide, be discrete. She was his. He was hers. After all these years, pent up passion exploded!

Matt scooped her up off her feet, carrying her over to the rug in front of the burning fire, placing her gently down with a pillow under her head.

"Matt, Cowboy, what are you…"

"Honey, I want you here, here in this light."

Smothering her with kisses, slowly, with her beneath him, "Mrs. Dillon, I want you. I want to make love to you."

"Is that a fact, Cowboy?"

Looking blue to blue. "Oh, yes, Ma'am. That's a fact."

As he kissed down her neck, he slid off the gown from her shoulders. Drizzling champagne on and across her now exposed breasts, licking it off her creamy skin, taking them cupped in his hands. "Ah, beautiful." Kissing them one at a time. Tracing each nipple ever so lightly, tantalizing her senses. Continuing down her with the tip of his tongue. Kissing her stomach till he began kissing the inner side of her thighs, making his way to the cleft, then joined them, gently kissing and tasting her sweetness, probing, causing all her passionate senses to go wild.

Calling out his name, arching her back to motion with his every move, till she exploded. "Ahhhhhhhh, Cowboy. I… I… Ummmmm… I love you, Cowboy."

"I'm not done with you yet, Mrs. Dillon."

"Oh," she murmured.

Sliding his way back to come face to face, entering her warm wetness, filling her with his firm arousal. They rocked in rhythm, movement for movement, lost in an intimate world of each other.

They were spent, wrapped in one another. Reaching over to the bowl of fruit and honey, "Kit, hungry?"

"Ummmm, Cowboy, I'm only hungry for you. I can't get enough of you."

"And if I can help it, Honey, you'll never have to worry about that."

She dipped her finger into the honey, feeding it to him."

Shortly after, they laid snuggled and wrapped as one. No beginning, no end. They were one.

In the early morning, they headed back to town. They wanted to see Judge Brookings off at the stage. They made it into town shortly before the stage was leaving.

"Matt, Miss… oops, Mrs. Dillon."

"Oh, Judge, it's Kitty, please."

"Well then, Matt, Kitty, I wish you all the love and happiness you deserve."

"Judge, Kitty and I thought over your offer."

"And?" Hiram Brookings asked.

"I'd consider it an honor to try and fill your shoes."

"That's wonderful, Matt. I'll be in touch soon." He said as he climbed on the stage.

Then Matt and Kitty boarded a train for San Francisco. Kitty wanted to show Matt the city that fascinated her so and to show him the shore line, something he had never experienced.

Six Months later

Matt had been appointed Circuit Court Judge for the State of Kansas and surrounding territories. Newly O'Brien was appointed Marshal of Dodge.

Doc finally hung up his shingle, allowing a new doctor to take over his practice, a woman at that. Kitty convinced him to move out to the ranch, that they had built, with them. After all he was like a father to them both.

Matt decided to try his hand at raising horses.

Kitty offered Sam half ownership in the Long Branch, with the temperance moment on the rise. He and Ellie Sawyer had plans to eventually buy Kitty out and turn it into a family restaurant. They had become closer and with Kitty's encouragement, Sam purposed.

Finally after twenty years, living for and loving one another, trying to be discrete. The stories will always be told about how Matt Dillon and Kitty Russell-Dillon were "THE WORST BEST KEPT SECRET IN DODGE." Or maybe even Kansas.

FINI