The Welcome Ch. 02

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The Young Riders: Jimmy and an old friend get reaquainted.
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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 10/23/2022
Created 01/18/2013
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Jimmy couldn't stop staring at her. Where had she gone? This timid and shy creature wasn't Lou. Not the Lou whose eyes shot fire and brimstone when crossed. Not the Lou who held her own and better in gunfight after gunfight. Not the Lou who crossed this country on horseback, solo, delivering the Express pouch. He glared at her. What the hell had happened to her?

He downed his drink again. Jimmy took his time perusing her form. She still had the rich brown hair, now falling to the middle of her back in waves. Her face was smooth and sun-kissed to a light tan. Her neck, still so graceful and long. He longed to press his lips against it. Lips... God, why her? Why now?

His body, clad in his long john bottoms, hardened even further. His stomach clenched with a hunger food couldn't touch, stoking the fire in his loins. He had to put it out, to snuff the desire to reach out to her, touch her, pull her to him, to banish her lifelessness and his emptiness.

Damnit, Hickok, he berated himself, she's not even ten minutes back in your life and you already want to be the damn hero again. He glared at her harder. Her hero.

'What if she needs you as much as you need her?' His whole being responded to the thought. Damned stupid tiny voice. The fire inside him was not listening to reason. He couldn't remember his reasons anymore.

He looked at his glass filled with his ... sixth? drink, then at the half filled bottle.

Standing up, he noticed her flinch again, just like she had in the doorway. Her tiny movement penetrated his angry and slightly inebriated haze. What the hell? Was it from that Wicks bastard still, or something more recent? He sighed, took his glass and the bottle to the kitchen and put them on the counter next to the sink.

He slowly walked to her side of the sofa, and crouched next to her. She flinched again and seemed to curl up into herself, even though she had just slightly leaned back away from him and closed one eye, before she caught herself and straightened out with her chin up. Watching her carefully, he stood up with measured and deliberate movements, and showed her the forgotten whiskey glass that was now in his hand.

She let go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding as he cocked his head with a sardonic half smile that belied the rage boiling inside towards whoever had done this to her.

Walking back to the sink, he had to mentally force his fingers to relax around the glass as he deposited it into the basin. He clung to the side of the sink, leaning on straight arms with his head down, breathing deeply, willing himself to relax. He was no good to her angry. He'd just add to her fear. She needed him calm. She needed him level-headed. She needed him.

He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner, for letting her see him like this. There is always drinking involved when someone reacts the way she did. What the hell did Kid do to her?

He grabbed a bucket, filled it with the pump and washed his face and mouth out repeatedly, trying to wash away the stench that could mean fear to her. He swore at himself while the water dripped off his face and into the basin.

What the hell was he doing? He threw an angry look over his shoulder at the lone figure on the sofa. She was sitting bolt upright, her eyes focused on a point on the floor and not moving.

She looked so tiny, so lost. So beautiful. The water had cooled him momentarily, but as he turned and ambled back to the couch, the full force of his desire returned and threatened to take over his body.

His head wanted to help her, defend her, protect her. His body wanted to touch her, lick her, possess her. He sat down hard between his previous seat and the middle cushion next to her, shocking her out of her reverie.

She looked at him with wide eyes. He stretched his arms up then rested them along the top of the sofa cushions and watched her get control over her reaction. She lowered her eyes and rested her hands together in her lap.

Lou noticed movement on his lap, and glanced up at it curiously. Blushing furiously, she quickly turned her head and eyes away from his burgeoning desire. To her chagrin, her own body responded in kind.

Warmth from her core spread like wildfire all the way to her fingertips and toes. She could feel the answering moisture between her legs as she struggled with all her might to tamp down her reaction.

Closing her eyes tightly, she yelled at herself, 'Get a hold of yourself, girl!' A tiny voice inside irreverently responded, 'I know what I'd like to get a hold of...' Lou growled in warning to shut the little voice up, too late realizing she had made the noise out loud.

She opened one eye and tried to sneak a peek at Jimmy. His eyebrow was raised and corners of his lips were curled up in a mocking half smile. His lap was moving more obviously. His length was straining against the long-john buttons that were holding him in with all their might, but Jimmy did nothing to hide it. She quickly looked down at her hands in her lap again, and let out a shaky breath.

With his hand that was next to her, Jimmy lightly touched her shoulder closest to him. She looked at him, red-faced. Her heavy shaking breaths warmed the skin on the back of his hand. He wanted those breaths on his face.

'Damnit, Jim,' he yelled at himself, using Ambrose's abbreviation of his name. 'That's Kid's wife, not some common whore,' he chided himself. She hasn't left yet, his tiny voice pointed out. He groaned and rolled his eyes. God damned tiny voice.

He gently stroked the back of her neck with a finger. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. 'God, Lou, stop encouraging me,' his mind yelled. He pulled back his hand as if he had been burned.

Her eyes flew open, her face hot, her core even hotter. 'What was she doing?' she chastised herself. What had she become? She knew better than this. She knew she had to leave. Why wasn't she moving?

Jimmy touched her shoulder again. If he had gotten that response from just a finger, he pondered. Hmmmm...

She looked at him again, and he crooked his finger at her, beckoning to her to come nearer. His eyes seemed to dance with mischief. Her stomach flipped. It was not a sight Lou thought she would see again. There was her Jimmy again. Her Jimmy. She liked the sound of that in her head. His eyes had shed his pain for the moment, and he was the light-hearted boy she fell in love with.

She caught her breath. Love? When had she fallen in love with him? It had to have been well before their kiss under the moonlight. Perhaps it was when he ran Teaspoon's velocipede into the pigsty, and came up laughing, coated in mud and pigs' wallow wanting to try again. Maybe it was when he shot the tennis ball out of the air. It could even have been as early as when they were watching the mare and her offspring cavorting around in the corral, when she asked Jimmy his thoughts about having a family.

She was intrigued. He still knew how to pique her interest.

Lou scooted closer to Jimmy, staring into his eyes. In one quick motion, he reached around her back and pulled her on top of him, so she was sitting astride his lap, facing him. She gasped in surprise.

He instantly felt her heat through her delicate bloomers and realized his plan to spark her anger, just to get a glimpse of the old Lou, might be sabotaged by his own body in the blink of an eye. Her eyes were wide with shock. He waited for her to respond, to hit him, slap him, storm off in a huff. He wanted to see some kind of power and emotion in her eyes besides fear and hesitancy.

Lou was incensed! How dare he grab her like that? Handle her so roughly, take such liberties? Hold her on top of his hardness like - like - she gulped- like she had never felt before. He was hard, and big, she discovered, as she wriggled, at first to get off him.

Her skirt was in the way, she told herself. Jimmy's arms are too strong, she reasoned, pointedly ignoring the near weightless caress of his hands on her waist. Her thin undergarment did nothing to prevent her from feeling his firmness against her needy core, and she fell deep into the need for the ultimate fulfillment that she knew only Jimmy could bring her.

After watching a fleeting flash of anger in her eyes, Jimmy realized she wasn't moving. Or rather, she wasn't removing herself from his lap. She certainly was moving, though. She was moving her heat along his thick shaft, towards his body, then back to the end of his length. She was rocking from side to side, as if she was measuring it with herself.

He ground his teeth together, trying to maintain some last semblance of sanity. He commanded his body not to move. His hips ignored him. He focused on her eyes, hoping she would see reason and come to her senses if she looked in his eyes. She was biting her lip and her lids were at half-mast, almost closed. He could only see the whites of her eyes.

She wasn't going to be any help. God, she felt so damn good.

His hands found purchase on the sofa cushions and he grabbed them for all he was worth, trying to keep himself from doing something he'd possibly regret like tearing off her bloomers and plunging into her raging heat.

The buttons on his long johns finally gave up the fight against his insistent maleness, and popped open, freeing him from their flimsy confines. He grabbed on to her waist in a vain attempt at some kind of control. He tried to push her back, half-heartedly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. She moaned softly in his ear as she nibbled his earlobe. His grip tightened on her waist as his eyes closed. He was cracking. He rallied one last time for control, preparing to push her from him, bodily.

"Jimmy," she half moaned, half whispered into his ear, her voice husky, deep, needy and wanting, all at once.

He crumbled. His hands reached under her skirt, found her bloomers and ripped them in twain. She chuckled in his ear, innocent and evil at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever heard before, but he damn sure wanted to hear it again.

She pulled her hips back, and found his head, nestling it firmly at her opening. She opened her eyes and gazed into his. His eyes were dark with hunger, hers with desire.

Their jagged breaths mingled and warmed them both. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling, and he held on to her hips with tight fingers to hold them steady. 'There she is,' he thought. 'There's my Lou.'

He blinked away what he decided was dust in his eye. Raising his hand to the back of her head, he pulled her face down to brush her lips with his. She parted her lips and delved into his mouth, both her hands holding his face.

Her hips gyrated around in a circular motion, causing his tip to move in her opening like a ball-and-socket joint. He shuddered under her exquisite torture, longing to plunge into her, but he let her maintain control. She pushed her hips hesitantly towards his, pushing his head against her heat more.

He was a large man in so many ways, and she hadn't done this for a few years. Jimmy stared into her eyes, and smiled reassuringly at her. She pushed again, wanting him inside her, but she wasn't making much headway. Tears filled her eyes at her helplessness and uselessness.

Jimmy could feel her frustration. He pushed his fingers through her hair, whispered, "Shhhh," and pulled her into a deep kiss.

"I've been wanting for this for so long," he whispered. "You're doin' just fine, darlin'," he assured her.

Using one hand, he delved under her skirts to find her special button and caress it. She gasped at the sudden sensation and gyrated with his motions on her sensitive spot. He scooted down on the couch so he was angled directly below her and she was positioned directly above his shaft.

His fingers worked their magic and soon she was gasping and opening up more, dripping with moisture all over his hard thickness.

He removed his hand and pushed her upright. With his hands on her hips, and with the help of gravity and her generous moisture, he entered her tightness. He inhaled through his teeth and his eyes closed at the sensation of finally being one with this, the only love of his life. The love that he had given up long ago for her own happiness, protection and future.

"God, Lou," he ground out. "You feel so damn good."

Lou's eyes misted over as she heard him and felt his girth rise up inside her. She rolled her eyes back with a whimper, feeling the deliciousness of him. She pulled up, then pressed herself down further onto his shaft.

She wanted all of him, wanted him to fill her up physically as he already had mentally and emotionally. She moved up and further down again, just inches away from complete oneness.

How could she have been so blind? How could she have been so focused on doing what everyone expected of her instead of what was in her heart? Up and down again. He was in places no one else had ever touched. Deeper inside, she felt fuller than she ever had in her whole life.

He didn't tell her 'No', he made it possible for her to make it happen. 'He is sitting here, staring up at me, with so much desire and pleasure,' she thought, 'without pressure, without expectations.' Tears welled up in her eyes again.

He sat up and pulled her to him, unsure why the tears were coming this time. She pushed him back, shaking her head and smiling. She pushed her fingers through his hair and pulled him towards her for a deep kiss.

He felt so damn good inside her, she thought. She wanted all of him. She had never really had this kind of control before, and the power was getting to her.

She pushed him back against the couch again, raising herself up, almost all the way and let gravity take over, dropping herself hard on him. They both gasped at the same time, her from the pain of taking him all in so suddenly, him from the surprise of her actions and the feeling of being sheathed completely inside her, to the hilt.

She wasn't sure if she should move yet or not. Her tears of pain spilled over onto her cheeks and he sat up again. This time she let him take her into his arms and hold her. Her face was in the crook of his neck and she sobbed. He stroked her hair, her back, anything he could put his hand on, he stroked. He rubbed her back up and down as she gulped giant sobs of release.

He sniffed, trying to hold back his own flood that was straining against years of "Wild Bill". He held her tight, oblivious to the tears that finally coursed over his cheeks and into her hair.

She wept. She mourned. Seven years of living as someone she was not. Seven years of life without Jimmy. Seven years of isolation and loneliness. Seven years without Jimmy. Seven years with no children, and a husband who would rather fight for a piece of land thousands of miles away rather than stay home and fight for a future with her. Seven damn years.

And nothing to show for it but an empty marriage and seven years away from the man she didn't choose. The man who loved her as she was and is, and never tried to change her. The man that was letting her cry on his shoulder and who would end up with much more than just tears on his bare chest if her runny nose was any indication.

She sniffed. And he was loving her all the way through it. The man that had just let her run ramshackle all over his body and asked nothing in return but her happiness.

She had found herself, finally, and in his arms. She knew she would never let him go. They needed each other to survive.

Jimmy held the back of her head with one hand, as her sobbing slowly subsided into gulps of air then into long shaky sighs. He took the hem of her skirt and gently started wiping her cheeks and nose. He chuckled a little at the tiny gesture, so simple, yet so intimate, it filled him with such warmth.

To care for her, to take care of her. It was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. His hand stopped as he realized what he'd just thought. It was her. It had always been her. She was the one that filled his being like no other. Ever. He had been a fool to let her get away the first time and they had both paid for it.

He was just Jimmy now. All he'd ever wanted was to just be Jimmy. He would be her Jimmy. Nothing else to anyone else. He would take her last name and be James Butler McCloud, if she wanted. He would shave all the facial hair if she wanted. He would be her hero, just as she was now his.

He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tight against him. He would never let her go again.

He pulled her closer, moving her around his shaft that had been forgotten for the moment. At least by Lou. For Jimmy, every sob, every sniff, every breath, every tiny movement reminded him of their joining. He found it difficult to not move in response to her every motion. He didn't want to take control; he wanted her to do anything and everything she wanted to.

She kissed his neck again. Her tongue darted out and licked where her lips had been. He breathed in sharply, and raised his chin to allow her better access. Her lips returned to the spot she kissed, and she started sucking as her hips started rotating around on him.

She bit him gently, stopped and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip. He felt her gaze on him and opened his eyes to look at her. God, she was beautiful.

She pulled the hem of her skirt up and used it to wipe his face, as he had hers.

Before either of them could speak, he thrust his hips up slowly and pulled back. She closed her eyes as he delved back into her heated depths. She opened her eyes and sat up, spreading her knees apart more.

Holding his face in her hands, she gazed into his eyes as she started gyrating around, pulling back then pushing forward to reinsert his length all the way. Back and forth, out and in, the sparks in her eyes kindled a fire they both knew would consume them in pleasure and fulfillment.

His hands were on her hips, guiding and helping her find her rhythm. He bit his lip again as she smiled a wolfish smile and leaned over to bite and suck on his neck again. She sucked hard. She wanted to mark her man.

Her sucking and possessiveness increased her excitement and her hips moved faster and stronger. She wrapped her arms around his head and buried her face in his neck as she started breathing harder with each thrust.

Jimmy could hear her heavy breaths in his ear, her small moans and guttural whispers of desire. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, her noises shredding the remnants of his self control with every breath, gasp, and groan. He found her special button again, and stroked it with his thumb. With a loud gasp, she arched and threw her head back, holding on to his shoulders.

She was riding him hard now, up and down. Watching her, he felt a twinge of jealousy for her mount, Lightning. It was obvious now why that horse was so loyal. Damn, she rides good, he thought idly. His hips responded in kind to her fevered desires and he thrust up as she came down, over and over.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and her eyes rolled back as she felt stars explode from her center and travel throughout her limbs. Lou moaned his name like a prayer that had finally been answered.

Jimmy felt her tighten as if she were trying to suck the essence from his very soul, and he gladly gave it up, exploding, as he launched off the cliff of sanity into the warm oceans of oblivion, bellowing her name as he fell.

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He opened his eyes and found himself holding her trembling body against his tightly. She looked at him through her eyelashes. He breathed out a laugh. She giggled and shook her head, her face against his neck. She twined her arms under his, grasping onto his shoulders from behind with her hands. She pulled him even closer.

He brushed her sweat drenched hair off her face, and kissed her forehead. He tilted his head lower and kissed the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes and leaned her face up to his. Their lips met in a tender caress.

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