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Date Posted: 20:48:42 08/03/10 Tue
Author: Larn
Subject: I still have hella stuff to catch up on with you guys, but I couldn't resist posting this snippit. Very NSFW.
In reply to: Page 's message, "In the immortal words of Nickelback....." on 00:21:59 07/31/10 Sat

Hey guys! More from the ranch. I've been battling with this scene for a while, waffling between loving it and hating it wildly. It's possibly I've posted it before, but it's been messed with a bit. It takes place just after Andy's funeral, where Mike was considered, to his chagrin, much like Andy's next of kin. Emma didn't go. She stayed on the ranch and took care of a whiney family of dudes so the rest of the wranglers could go. This is just after dinner.

By the time the last dish had been put away, I had made up my mind. Hopefully without looking too suspicious, I walked quickly to the corral, mostly to avoid any inquiring eyes, but a little bit, too, so I wouldn�t change my mind last minute.

I hopped up the stairs and threw open the door, shutting it quickly behind me.

Mike was there, startled by the look of him, a bottle of bourbon clutched in his hand. He was sitting in his office chair, though my coming through the door had straightened him out of his drunken slump.

�You�re here,� he said.

�I�m here.�

�I didn�t think you would.�

�Neither did I.�

�Thank you,� he said, setting the bottle down on his desk.

I moved to stand by him, putting a comforting hand on his head. He leaned into it.

�This isn�t permanent,� I said.

�Thank you,� he said again.

�You�re skunked,� I said.

�Hardly.� He started laughing. �Andy alway said I could never hold my liquor. And the old fart was right.�

As he walked into his bedroom, his shoulder caught the door frame and he stumbled into his bed. I helped him get his boots off and get under the covers. It felt so domestic, so natural, and it worried me a little. It seemed too easy. I was about to crawl in with him, when I realized I had no pajamas. I debated sleeping in my jeans, but they were filthy with three day�s worth of work. My shirt was little better.

Going through his closet, I found an old white tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I figured I�d just set his alarm for super early and sneak out before dawn to go to my room, then wait till a reasonable, less suspicious hour to get in the shower. In the mean time, I thought, no reason I couldn�t freshen up a bit, make sure all of the pepper was out of my teeth and my breath didn�t reek of garlic. Not that it would matter.

With a glance back at Mike, who seemed perilously close to unconsciousness, I ducked into his bathroom and slipped out of my clothes. It occurred to me that I should probably change the dressing on my arm, maybe put a little more antiseptic on my scrapes, so I opened the medicine cabinet to see what I could use. Toothpaste. Dental floss. Hair brush. A tin of very old pomade. The pickings were slim.

Bending down, I opened the cabinet under the sink, thinking it more likely to hold something useful. Instead, I found a box of condoms.

I�ll admit, it set me back on my heels. I should have shut the door but curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up and counted how many were missing. Only one. And they had expired last year. I hadn�t even really though about the fact that condoms could expire, yet here was an expired box with only one missing. And it made me terribly sad.

I sat down on the toilet, considering. What, really, was keeping me and Mike apart? The fact that he was my boss? That was the decisive major factor, yet it didn�t seem like such a sin. Shale was second in command and she had a well-known hook-up with Jake. Even Margie at one point had tumbled with a guest or two. If Mandy was to be believed, she�d had relations with Mike and hadn�t been fired, at least not for that.

That thought gave me pause. I didn�t want anything Mandy wanted.

Yet here I was, promising to stay the night with him.

Well, I thought as I tossed the box back under the sink, I wouldn�t be using expired condoms with anyone, let alone my boss. I found a first aid kit, nothing in that was past its date, and proceeded to medicate my poor belly. The swelling was all gone, but the skin was still a little tender in some places. My arm wasn�t nearly as stiff as it had been, and the scab was starting to soften. It still made me a little queasy to look at it, though I had to fight the urge to pick at it.

Fully doctored up and dressed in my borrowed pjs, I went back into the bedroom. Mike was sitting up on the bed, staring at the floor. He raised his eyes to me. He seemed a little sobered up but still looked like hell.

�I�ve been doing some thinking while you were in the bathroom,� he said. �I�m still working it all through, but, well, hear me out.�

He pat the bed next to him and I sat down.

�I was gonna tell you that it wasn�t your fault, that it was my fault. And I started to count up all the reasons why it wasn�t your fault. But more I thought about it, more I started realizing the scales weren�t exactly tipped my way either. I still wish I knew more about the old coot, but I�m thinking if he didn�t like it here at HF, he sure as hell would have left. And maybe he appreciated how I didn�t bug him about personal things. I don�t know. But guilt for not knowing a person is hardly the same as taking responsibility for their death.

�I�m thinking the only person to blame, if we even can, is Andy himself. He threw that rope. If Big Joe hadn�t have made it, it�s just as likely he would have pulled Herbert down into the canyon and we�d have been in the same boat. I don�t blame you one bit for what you did. You probably saved your own life, and had Timber been better trained, you most likely wouldn�t have been hurt at all. I do blame myself for that.�

He put his finger to my lips to stall my reply. Man, he really was drunk.

�No, it is my fault. If one of our horses can�t take a little hollering from his back, then he�s not good enough to be in our herd. I aim to fix that.�

�Don�t sell him!� I said, despite the finger on my mouth.

�Oh I won�t sell him, but he�s got some more learning to go through before he�ll be back in rotation. I�d like your help with that, actually.�

I nodded, nearly poking myself in the nose with Mike�s finger. He grinned, and moved his hand to the side of my neck. His hand grazed a scratch and he frowned again.

�I want you to know I didn�t realize how bad you were hurt, else I wouldn�t have sent you for help.�

�Hell, I didn�t know how bad I was hurt. I didn�t feel a thing till I was back at the corral.�

�Can I see it?�

I nodded and gently peeled back the the bandage, wincing as it pulled at the tiny hairs on my arm. When I had laid the wound bare, he touched the skin around it, checking for heat or fever, I guess, then gently put the bandage back in place.

�And the scrapes? How are they healing?�

Slowly, I raised the hem of my borrowed shirt, thanking every deity I�d ever heard of that I had left my bra on.

Mike let his breath out slowly between his teeth.

�I didn�t know you had so many.�

�They�re getting better.�

�I can�t believe they looked worse than this.� He traced his finger lightly across my stomach. By the time he got to my navel, I had to remind myself to breath.

I mean really. What was stopping us from being together?

�No,� he said, pulling my shirt back in place. �I shouldn�t do that.�

�Because you�re my boss?�

�Yes.�

�Yet it�s ok for me to stay the night,� I said, sitting up. �As long as we don�t have sex.�

�Yes.�

�Even though people will think we had sex?�

�Why would they think that?�

I gave him the stink eye.

�I meant how would they know if you didn�t tell them?�

�Everyone knows everything here. Hell, someone could see me leaving. In yesterday�s clothes.�

�So borrow some of mine.�

�Cause that�s so much better. But what�s the big deal? You keep saying it�s bad for us to be together, but I can�t see one thing that is holding us back. Not really. Storie and Nick, Shale and Jake, even Margie-�

�It�s different.�

I opened my mouth to remind him about Mandy, but decided against it. I didn�t want her in between us again.

�I�m...different,� he said, sitting up and further away from me. He started fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.

�You�re not interested in a summer fling.�

�Right.�

�That�s a load of horse shit.�

�It is not.�

�Then why did you ask me here tonight?�

�I didn�t want to be alone.� He glanced at me, then looked down again. �And there�s no one else...�

Somewhere inside me, a little balloon popped, collapsing into a deflated mess on the floor of my chest. He didn�t want me. He just wanted someone to hold. Anyone.

�And I trust you not to say anything.�

Well, maybe not just anyone.

�I won�t,� I said, staring at my hands.

�I know.� He sighed.

We laid down, his arm came around me, pulling me close to his chest.
It was a stupid game we were playing, like kids pretending house; we did it anyway. But we weren�t kids, not by a long shot. He was very much a man; his breath on my neck was warm and smelled of whiskey. His arms around me were solid. I made my decision.

I flipped over suddenly, pushing his shoulder against the mattress and throwing my leg over his to straddle his crotch. There was nothing childish about the hungry way he looked at me.

�I trust you,� I said. �And I want you. Naked.�

He shook his head, but I could feel him stir beneath me. I played with the edge of his shirt, exposing a inch or so of his stomach, then leaned down to press my breasts against his chest.

�You�re hurt,� he said.

�I�ll be gentle. I�ll be on top.�

He was breathing hard now, and I rose and fell with every breath, causing my hips to rub slightly against his. It inflamed me.

�I�ll not...I can�t.�

�You�re only my boss till sundown. After that, you�re just a man. And you�re hurting-�

�No, you�re-�

�I�m hurting and you�re hurting and we are both starving for something good. So let�s make it good. Really good.�

I sat up again, watching him, feeling him pushing against me. Slowly, his hands moved up my thighs. They reached the top of my borrowed pants and slid under my shirt. They stopped when they reached the first scratch. I needed to do something, quick.

�Here, let�s make this real simple.� I said, standing up on the bed and taking off both pants and underwear. �Shirts on, pants off.� Bending at the hips, I grabbed at his jeans and boxers until they were bunched at his feet. He began to awkwardly get his left foot free, but I sat down on his thighs before he could get the other out. I leaned forward to kiss him. �That�s all we need.�

�I�m not-�

�Oh you are more than ready,� I said. �And so am I.�

I took him in hand, fit him to me, and sat down hard. My breath let out in a slow sigh. He seemed to be holding his, so I flexed a bit and it all came out in a whoosh.

�You...you feel so good,� he groaned. �I think...I think this may be fast.�

I rose slightly then came down hard again.

�Oh god, Emma. You�re killing me.�

�It�s ok,� I said. �I�ll hold you when you die.�

His hands settled on my hips, pushing me down with every upward thrust of his hips. Oh my, this was going to be quick. I slid my hand forward to see to my own needs, but after a moment, he brushed it away and settled his thumb in its place, his long fingers splayed against my abdomen. My head went back, teeth clenched to keep from crying out. I wished for a short moment that I could bare my breasts, feel his panting breath against my sweaty skin but at the pace we were setting, I was fast forgetting everything but the growing sensations down below. Dropping my chin to my chest, I watched as Mike came closer and closer to oblivion.

This was what I wanted, him at my mercy, bodies straining and colliding. Ever since I saw him coming for me in the blizzard, when he held me close and put the first seed of desire in my gut, I had wanted him just as I had him now. Unreserved and open, staring me right in the eye. Loosing himself and taking me with him.

Then, his face changed. Desire turned to panic and he bucked underneath me, tried to push me away, but I held on. He thrust upward with his hand, the pressure of his thumb set me off and I convulsed, legs clamping in the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out, like a strangled man, then pushed himself deeper than I thought was possible, almost lifting my knees from the bed.

We collapsed in a heap of limbs and panting. I rolled to his left, the pain in my arm a distant sting against the aftershocks of damned good sex.

Chapter Break

�I didn�t mean to come like that,� Mike said, as soon as he had the breath for it. �I tried to push you off, I�m so sorry-�

�It�s ok.�

�No, it�s not ok,� he said, pushing himself upright and angrily kicking his leg free of his pants. Groaning, he slid out of bed and paced to window. He jerked the sash up, letting in a blessedly cool breeze, then leaned on the windowsill with a white-knuckled grip.

I sat up, feeling distinctly sated and more than a little unkempt. Mike seemed oblivious to his lack of pants and I took a second to appreciate how much of his ass his t-shirt revealed.

�I�m on the pill. It�s fine, I�m not-�

�I�m so dead.�

�...gonna...get....what?�

He kept his back to me, shoulders hunched.

�I had a deal. With Margie. If I screwed up again, I�d be fired.�

�Fired?� I stood up, joining him at the window. �That seems a little extreme. Considering how much inter-staff boinking goes on.�

Mike stepped back, taking me with him, hiding me from view.

�It�s not that. It�s...different.�

�What�s different? Cause you�re the boss?�

�Yes. Exactly. Cause I�m the boss.�

�Then you should be able to make the rules.�

�You�d think that.�

Felt like there was something he wasn�t telling me, something important. I took a step forward into his arms. For a guy who wasn�t supposed to be doing a thing, he sure took it up willingly. He put his chin on my head.

�Wanna talk about it?�

�What?�

�Whatever it is that�s got you all tied up in knots.�

He took a deep breath.

�I buried a friend today. Ain�t that enough?�

�Yeah, I guess so.� I buried my face in his shirt.

�We should get some sleep,� he said, taking his arms from around me and turning to the bed. He caught my hand and pulled me with him. �Busy day tomorrow.�

�I think I�m gonna go,� I said, letting go of his hand. �If I go now, people will just think I stopped by the office on the way back from dinner.�

�No,� he said, then softer, �Please stay.� He reached out to touch my arm, sliding his fingers down back to mine. �I want to sleep next to you.�

We laid back down, my bare rum against his groin. I couldn�t resist giving it a small wiggle now and then, just to see what he would do.

I�d never felt anyone smile into my hair before, but I kinda liked it.

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[> [> I read it at work anyway... *VBG* -- Debi, 13:14:00 08/04/10 Wed

In the mean time,One word 'meantime' I thought, no reason I couldn�t freshen up
>a bit, make sure all of the pepper was out of my teeth
>and my breath didn�t reek of garlic. Not that it
>would matter. LOL! The little things we worry about with someone new. When you're with them for a while, you don't care as much.
>I�ll admit, it set me back on my heels. I should have
>shut the door but curiosity got the better of me and I
>picked it up and counted how many were missing. Only
>one. And they had expired last year. I hadn�t even
>really though about the fact that condoms could
>expire, yet here was an expired box with only one
>missing. And it made me terribly sad. I love her sentiment. There is something a little sad about that scene. Mike seems like a decent guys and deserves better.
>
>That thought gave me pause. I didn�t want anything
>Mandy wanted. VBG!
>He pat patted the bed next to him and I sat down.
>
>�I�m thinking the only person to blame, if we even
>can, is Andy himself. He threw that rope. If Big Joe
>hadn�t have made it, it�s just as likely he would have
>pulled Herbert down into the canyon and we�d have been
>in the same boat. By the
>time he got to my navel, I had to remind myself to
>breath.breathe
>
>�So borrow some of mine.� Yeah, because no one would suspect ANYTHING if she left wearing his clothes! Men are so thick sometimes...;-)
>
>�I didn�t want to be alone.� He glanced at me, then
>looked down again. �And there�s no one else...�
>
>Somewhere inside me, a little balloon popped,
>collapsing into a deflated mess on the floor of my
>chest. He didn�t want me. He just wanted someone to
>hold. Anyone. Wow, that's gotta hurt. Men are so thick sometimes... I love your wording here...
>
>�And I trust you not to say anything.�
>
>Well, maybe not just anyone. That helps, a little.
>�Oh god, Emma. You�re killing me.�
>
>�It�s ok,� I said. �I�ll hold you when you die.� LOVE this line!>
>This was what I wanted, him at my mercy, bodies
>straining and colliding. Ever since I saw him coming
>for me in the blizzard, when he held me close and put
>the first seed of desire in my gut, I had wanted him
>just as I had him now. Unreserved and open, staring
>me right in the eye. Loosing himself and taking me
>with him. Your sex scenes are always very descriptive but very ...what's the words? Not too graphic, not too flowery, just...real.
>

>I sat up, feeling distinctly sated and more than a
>little unkempt. Mike seemed oblivious to his lack of
>pants and I took a second to appreciate how much of
>his ass his t-shirt revealed. Never waste a good opportunity.
>
Another excellent scene. Your characters step out of the words and stand up, real and fully fleshed. It's like having a conversation with a friend. Hurry up and post more!

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[> [> Okay...I have to ask...what's up with the pajamas??? *G* >>> --

Myxtress, 16:12:24 08/09/10 Mon

And why the heck does he just climp into bed without making a pass at her????

Okay, seriously, the expired box of condoms with only one missing was kind of sad. Even more so, was that I questioned how many were in the box to begin with *G*

All in all, lots happening in this scene. And so, I think I'll have to read it a couple times to ensure I get all the under currents going on. ;-)

Hugs

Esther

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