Bug wouldn't dare tell her brothers this, or Doc, he would make countless inappropriate jokes, but she often would sneak to the brothel and speak to the inhabitants that worked in the establishment. The group of women welcomed her with open arms. It made her sad to think that people judged them because of what they did. Now don't get her wrong, she didn't agree with what they did and she did call Kate a whore many times, mostly in her head but a few times out loud, she begrudgingly admits it was because of the jealousy of the woman's relationship with Doc. She just liked this particular group of girls very much.
"So, Miss. Dorothy, I have seen you strolling around with Doc Holliday." Rose, the oldest of the group, the other girls looked up to her as sort've a leader of the brothel. "Yes, he has officially asked me to court him." She blushed and sipped on the cup of whiskey they had given her, another thing she didn't tell her brothers or Doc, the amount of griping and once again inappropriate comments from Doc, she couldn't imagine. The girls all began to cheer and comment on how handsome Doc Holliday was and she laughed.
"Have you done anything of the promiscuous sort?" Greta, a lovely blonde girl who was only a few years older than she; asked with a raised brow. The other girls giggled as she once again blushed. Though the last time Doc kissed her in anything but a gentleman's way was the night she found saw him with Kate. He was serious about making up for the harsh words he spoke and had been taking her on strolls or sitting outside the saloon with a book in one hand and hers in the other, reading her the words in his smooth deep voice.
She loved every moment and every sweet but chaste kiss he gave her, but she would be a liar if she didn't think of the way he kissed her neck and grabbed her face so aggressively when he kissed her, it would cause butterflies to erupt in her stomach and an ache to start between her thighs. One time she shyly told the girls and they explained how to fix it herself and while wonderful, she would sinfully wish it was Doc's hands touching her between her legs.
"Nothing like that, though I wouldn't mind a rough and tumble, honestly he had to get all respectable as soon as I became otherwise." She complained with a smirk, the girls all laughing and patting her legs in mock sympathy. She took the final sip of the whiskey in her glass and thought that maybe three glasses were too many, but she didn't protest when they handed her another.
"Why don't you initiate it?" Rose cooed and all the other girls voiced their agreement and shouted recommendations on how to do so but Rose raised her hand and cut them off when Bug softly asked "How could I even begin?" and the girls all sighed at how young and sweet she was which had her face turn red. "Darlin', getting a man riled up is an ability every woman was born with no matter how they look, you only just gotta listen," Greta told her and she got on her knees in front of her which had Bug giggle nervously.
"First you wanna just rub his leg gently, from the knee and slightly up." The blonde does so on Bug and the younger girl watches in fascination. "Then when they start squirming you wanna slightly bring your hand in and keep doing the same until you just brush his member slightly." The girls all giggle as she does so on Bug. "After that, you slowly kiss down his body and well I'll leave this next part up to your imagination but you slowly undo his belt, kiss around his most sacred area, and finally put your mouth on him gently."
Bug gasps at the thought but they all laugh as they see her thighs rub and her squirm. "I don't know if I could be that brave." She says breathlessly, and Rose just gives her a smirk. "Honey, I know you can be." With that Bug saw the time and gasped, she was supposed to meet Doc and her brothers at the Oriental soon and she downed the cup of whisky bid them goodbye, and laughed with a blush as they all gave shouts of good luck.
She smiled when she saw Doc playing the Piano, her beau sure was a talented man. She gave Wyatt a smile in greeting which he responded with a head nod and smirk before going back to the cards. Morgan gave her a wink and she smiled back with a wave. It might've been the whisky in her system but once she reached Doc, she pulled his head up as he kept playing by the chin and kissed him with a little more gusto than their usual greeting kisses, he gave a hum in delight and eyed her with smoky eyes that had her body tingling. "My my, what have you in such a...passionate state, Bugsy." He teased with his southern accent becoming stronger with each word. "Just missed ya is all, John Henry." She gave him another kiss this one much softer and innocent, and leaned her body against his and her head on his shoulder as he continued to play. She didn't see his raised eyebrow of delight at her sweet words.
Suddenly a member of member of the Cowboys interrupts them. "Hey, is that "Old Dog Tray"? Sounds like "Old Dog Tray". Doc's body tenses and she tilts her head up to kiss his jaw. "What?" He answers with a bored tone, he gives his Bug a look though, she seems to be acting different, a little more open in her affection than usual, not that he minded. The Cowboy sighs and walks closer, "You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susanna". "Camptown Races", Stephen-stinkin'-Foster!"
His voice raises and she can feel the tightness of Doc's muscles and sighs. "I see, well this happens to be a Nocturne." He answers and continues to play, she frowns at the sweatiness and wariness of his face, today must be a bad day for his body. "A which?" The man asks confused. "You know, Frederic-fucking-Chopin." She giggles and he smirks, his posture becoming better as he sits up straighter in a proud way. Morgan looks back and gives a chuckle, Doc looks as proud as a peacock for making his Bug laugh.
She got up to grab his face and dabbed at the sweatiness, "You should be drinking water, Doc." She scolds as she pours a cup and hands it to him, he sighs as he sips at it. "Yes, Dear" He teased and she put a hand on his cheek rubbing it softly before giving him another slow kiss, this time he could swear he tasted whisky, he pulled back and saw the glaze in her eyes and flushed cheeks. Oh, this is a pleasant surprise, his bug is drunk and it seems to make her only want to love on him. He goes to question her, or tease her more like it but is interrupted by gunshots, she gives a small jump before sighing with a roll of the eyes as they keep going off.
"Sheriff, don't you think someone should go do something about that." The mayor asked crossly and Sheriff Behan scoffed but Bug could tell it was more out of fear than being shocked at what the mayor said. "No, this is not country business, this is a town matter, Marshall?" Behan looked at the old marshall named Fred and she frowned at his cowardice. Wyatt took a sip of his coffee and grunted, "Why don't you just leave it alone?" but the Marshall said he'd go out and do something. It's only a couple of minutes before a gunshot goes off and they all rush outside, her brother getting there first and hitting Curly Bill over the head.
A crowd formed and everyone was yelling for him to be hanged as Wyatt argued against them. "He'll stand trial for it, now get back, move back." He yelled and she frowned as Ike, another cowboy demanded him to turn Curly Bill loose, as other members of the Cowboys surrounded her brother. Wyatt refused to turn the man loose though and she stood tall as her brother put his pistol against Ike's forehead. "You're not as stupid as you look, Ike, tell them to get back, get on back now," Wyatt demands and she can see his peacemaker days coming out again. "Get back guys, come on, Billy, he'll kill me." Ike mumbled anxiously, fear in his voice.
"And you, music lover, you're next." Doc drawled as he walked closer, his gun pointed at the young man who was interrupting his piano playing and moment with Bug. "It's the drunk Piano Player." The young man chuckled and Doc took another long sip of whisky out of his cup, the water left behind. "You're so drunk, you can't hit nothing, it's a wonder why a beauty like her would be with you, can't even love on her properly." Doc hummed and she clenched her fist before calmly walking back inside to grab the pistol from behind the bar that Wyatt had given the owner when he first walked in there. She walked back out with it slightly positioned behind her back.
"You're probably seein' double." The man chuckled making fun of Doc as he pulled out a big knife. "I have two guns, one for each of ya." Doc told him confidently as he pulled out his second pistol giving them a fancy twirl not even a hint of fear in his eyes. She smirked, he sure was sexy when get got like this. Virgil and Morgan come out with their shotguns telling them to get back, firing off a warning shot. The cowboys slowly listen, Ike threatening her brother Wyatt. "I'll see you soon, we'll meet again." He walked backward pointing at him.
He froze when he felt a pistol to the back of his head and slowly turned around to see Bug in all her dress-covered glory smirking, she cocked the gun and said "Now, promises as sweet as that, well one does hope it will be followed through with." She taps the trigger tauntingly and his breath stutters but he tries to remain tough. "What would a bitch like you do with that, probably not even loaded." He taunted.
She sighs in what seems like disappointment at his words and slowly moves it away from his head and pulls the trigger, he shouts as the bang leaves his ears ringing. "Oops." She smiles at him sweetly as she moves to the side for him to pass. "Now run along honey, I'll be waiting for the moment we see you again." Wyatt looks at his brothers with exasperation but also a proudness, they have similar looks and they all three look at Doc, he's looking at Bug like she hung the moon, and they snicker.
Wyatt pulls Curly Bill behind him as her brothers follow him. Bug turns around and gives Doc a sheepish look as he looks at her intensely. "I'm sorry, but I had to do something, he was threatening my brother." She started sweet before turning sassy with her argument. Doc just walked closer and when she opened her mouth to start her argument, he grabbed her chin in that wonderful tight grip of his, rings pressing into her skin sinfully, and kissed her hard. Tongues battling spit piling between them deliciously as they tasted each other. "It gets harder for me each day to treat you like a proper lady, Dorothy Earp." He rasps and she gasps as he licked a line up her neck to her jaw where he bit it. "Well, Doc Holliday, it's getting harder each day for me to act like a proper lady for you." She whispers coyly, he groans laying his sweaty forehead against hers. She'll be the death of him.