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This isn't exactly the trip to town that Vasquez had expected.

She'd thought she would come and see these people that Robert had to deal with. True, she didn't think she was going to like all of them, but she also didn't think that she would feel this much rage and fury when she saw how they treated him. They spoke down to him, they ignored him, and they laughed at him. Dressed in her pretty frock and her hair loose, she knows she's supposed to be demure, but it's a very good thing that they'd disarmed her before she got to town. If they hadn't, she'd be in the jail cell because she would have shot someone in her fury.

As it is, they're pulling her off of Doc Holliday, while Aleja spits furious Spanish invective at him, furious at the jokes they've been making on Robert's behalf. "He is twice the man that you will ever be," she finishes, spitting at his and Earp's feet, irritated on Robert's behalf.

Forcing her arm out of the hold, she sneers at the men holding her. "I'm going," she snaps, grabbing her thick fur coat and hauling it on, shoving hat on her head and thinking it's good she came here to see this. Because now, she's not letting Robert come even close to this place after everything that she's seen. She stands in the doorway and waits for him, because she's not leaving without him.

They're never coming back to this place and Aleja is already making plans to never let him work for these two men, not when he deserves so much more.

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Aleja enjoys the way she can stretch out her body and kiss him, practically covering him completely given her height. It's a satisfying thing and she feels very smug about it as she wiggles her toes, straddling his body.

She's going to want more, soon, but he deserves a bit of a break before she starts insisting on it. "Amazing and precious?" she echoes, smug. "I usually only get one or the other. I think maybe I'm not doing so badly for myself."

She's not the only one that likes that sensation, the willowy suppleness of her body stretched out along his. Emboldened by the pleasure she's given him, and lust coursing through him, his hands slide along he sides, tracing the lines of her spine as he smiles up at her.

"I think you are remarkable, and if people haven't told you that enough, then they are the fools," he says.

When he loves, it isn't entirely less awkward but there is strength in his body, and desire shining in his eyes as he moves to flip them over, to lay her out on the bed so that he can settle one hip on the bed, half laying over her and one hand already moving to start stripping away the cloth between him and the beauty of her body.

She gives a delighted laugh as she kisses his neck, letting him place her on the bed where she can stretch out, pushing her whole body until she feels comfortable. "I am remarkable," she agrees cheerfully, curling her toes as she moves her hands down to start helping him with the fabrics.

"So are you, if you're already ready to go so soon," she praises with a wink, even if her smile is more lascivious than innocent and she's very ready for more.

Robert chuckles, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek, eyes closed as he inhales the scent of her, savoring having her close to him like this.

"I am not remarkable, in any way," he says, kissing the corner of his mouth. "But I am also a man that is more than willing to give a beautiful woman everything he can." He may not have the skills and practical knowledge, but Robert is far from lacking in education. "And to show you in every way that I know I'm blessed to be here with you."

Even as he says it, pulling clothes out of his way as he leans down, kissing and nuzzling against bare skin as he lets his fingers play over the beauty of her skin.

She doesn't giggle, exactly, but she can't help the way she's so overly pleased with his mouth on her, squirming and moving into his touch so that she can lean in for longer kisses. She does force herself to ease back, if only for a moment, because there's something she needs to do.

Reaching for the chain around her neck, she reaches for his palm and presses the ring and chain back into it. "These are yours again," she murmurs. "Because now that it's not an act, you need them." Maybe, if things go well, she'll get them back someday.

It doesn't feel right pretending to be a wife of his family member, though, not when she's about to let him sleep with her (not that he knows it, yet).

It's sweet and exciting, and he's loving this. Loving that she trusts him enough to share this with him, and that she brought him such pleasure.

So when she moves, he doesn't tense as he might have before, used to doing something wrong, of making a mistake. Frowning as she takes the ring off, and yet as his fingers close over it, he realizes this time he's more than willing to let her do it, to take it back. And so he holds it tight in his hand, knowing one day that he will want to give it back to her.

And in that moment the things they've talked about, the starts of fights, and the times in town, and all of it comes together in that moment making him realize that he honestly and truly has this. He has a chance at something special, something that he never had before and never thought he could have.

"I will need them one day," he says with a nod, leaning in to kiss her tenderly. "I promise you," he says, though he wonders if it's more a warning. "I will need it one day."

She does hate to give it up, because it's been a gift and a part of her, so she knows that she's going to need to get them back. Still, it's only the mother's ring she got. "If she had any other jewellery, maybe I wouldn't mind wearing that," she says, trying to be casual as she leans in and drifts off into the kiss.

Humming softly, she reaches down to absently stroke his cock, just checking, because she wants to come with him inside her, and that means he needs to recover.

"You ready now?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Grinning at that, nuzzling the corner of her mouth before kissing her once more. "I think there may be one or two pieces in my things. And yes, I brought them with me." When he left, he had meant it. He had no intention of going back. Not with her or without.

Groaning, his cock twitching at her touch. Inspiring him to stroke his fingers over the swell of her breast, caressing over her skin before running the pad of his thumb over the nipple, rubbing slow circles there.

"I like this about you," he admits. "That you know what you want."

And that what she wants is him means so much to him.

She ducks her head back, forcing any kiss that he steals into a longer one, not intending to let him get away from her so easily. Grinning wildly, she keeps rubbing his cock as she arches into his touch, completely over the edge with pleasure, even with just a touch.

"It's only that you like me because I like you," she teases, even if it's not so much a joke. "It means that what I want, you also want." She rolls slowly over to cover his body with hers. "Like how I want you to fuck me."

God but he knew that he could give himself over to those kisses forever. For the rest of his life. Glad to have all he could with this woman, that he could have it at all. No matter how long it lasts, though with that ring in his hand, her words, he suspects he may be able to have all that life has denied him.

Starting with this moment.

His breath catches at that statement though. Wicked and needy and causing his cock to jerk against her touch. "I need you," he groans, head dipping to lap and nuzzle one nipple, nipping lightly at her skin as he has thoughts of leaving marks all over her body.

Aleja gives a pleased sound when he responds to her touch. She likes him for many reasons, but one of the biggest is that she likes how much she feels like she's in control with him. She's never worried that he's going to hurt her or use her, and that's the biggest relief.

"You're going to have me," she guarantees, threading her fingers into his hair. It's not that she wants him to stop, but she wants to redirect his attentions.

Not only is she the one in control, but he's willing to let her have that while giving her all that he can. So that touch has him moving up, his lips trailing over her collarbone, her throat, nibbling at her ear as one hand slides along her thigh, moving to curl his fingers under her leg, shifting them both as he moves between her thighs.

Every breath labored, almost pained with the desire that burns through him. Groaning as his cock brushes against tight curls, his breath coming out in a low rush. Shifting again, grinding against her as his fingers move from her thigh to between them, fingers curling around his cock knowing he's not skilled enough without guidance.

She thinks maybe they'll have to do this more, if this is how he's going to act. Aleja likes when men act like sex with her is the most amazing thing, but the way he is, she's half-worried he's going to have a heart attack from it, which wouldn't be very good for the start of their relationship.

After all, she wants this to last much longer than just this.

"Shh, easy now," she soothes, trying to get him to slow down, take his time, enjoy this. "Take your time to find your way."

For Bobo almost anything with Aleja is amazing. When he thinks back to those days, to the signs of smoke and then facing dying because he trespassed into the territory she had claimed to this moment, and his mind can't quite believe his life. A life where he's found happiness and joy. A life where he has a chance for something more.

A life to be with someone that makes him truly happy.

And who is mind blowing in so many ways, even if in that current moment his mind is only focused on one way.

Smiling slightly then, leaning down gently to kiss her. It's tender and soft, and staying like that, close to her, letting himself focus on her and not his fears or his excitement. Just focusing on this perfect, beautiful, dangerous woman that wants him. It's almost too much for his mind to comprehend and it's perfect nonetheless.

This time though when he shifts, he is calmer, and it's right and he slides into her with a groan as all of his senses become utterly wrapped up in her.

Aleja can't help her laugh when he kisses her so sweetly and tenderly. It's like nothing she's had before and it makes her delight for it, because she likes to be with a man like this, who is so willing to give her everything.

Lucky for her, she's ready to give everything back. With him properly shifting and pushing into her, she wraps her leg around his waist and begins to stroke his cheek with her palm, fingertips stroking over his beard.

"You're so handsome," she murmurs the praise. "You're all mine."

"All yours," he whispers, his mind and body so caught up between emotions and lust. Never has he had others speak to him in like this, want him, desire him in any way, nonetheless like this. Staring down at that beautiful, perfect face and knowing he will do everything he can to keep her. Whatever it takes.

Gasping as the angle changes, as strong legs hold him close as he moves, instincts more than anything else. Overwhelmed by the sensation, the way it left his skin hot and every breath a soft pant.

Head bowing, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers to her. "All yours. Always."

Aleja doesn't take her eyes off of him the whole time he moves, a determined look on her face. It's a challenge to Robert to keep fucking her, to keep pushing, and it's a promise that this won't be the only time that they do this.

"Deeper," she coaxes, when he gets his mouth by her face, turning to kiss him, a hard peck. "Deeper in me, come on." She wants him to fill her up completely, she wants nothing more in the world, and she's sure that it shows in the determined set of her jaw.

Bracing himself on one elbow, the other hand moving to cup her cheek. Leaning in, kissing her slow and deep as he began to move. Giving her everything she is asking for. Moving faster then, hard and deep as his hips rolled, driving into her in ways he had never imagined. Yet loving it. Loving the sensation, loving how she feels around him. Loving how beautiful she is, and the way she feels on his tongue as he kisses her.

It's very intimate, but it's also not as intimate as some of the other things they've done together. Aleja smiles up at him as she kisses him back in a slower, happier way, letting out a soft hum of pleasure when it comes to the feeling she gets when they do this.

"Well?" she asks, voice low and throaty. "Good for you, yet?" As if he isn't buried deep in her and hopefully enjoying it.

She is yet amazing in another way that she can manage words and coherent thoughts in this moment. Robert is lucky if he can even stay conscious with the sensation of wet heat, pliant body, and the taste of her on his lips.

Moaning, the sounds low and rumbling as he nuzzles the corner of her mouth, every breath a soft sound that catches in his lungs.

"Perfect," he manages, barely more than an exhalation of breath as he drives into her faster then, not holding back as pleasure begins to build and his entire body trembles.

She turns her head to capture each kiss that she can, making it less gentle, biting into his mouth to tease him and rock her hips against his. It's not going to take much more for her, but she wants to watch him when she comes.

She shifts to do that, Aleja's eyes on him, and she wraps a hand around his neck to clutch onto him tightly. "You are," she agrees, and guides him, guides his hand to move against her clit, eager for him to bring her off.

The combination of pleasure and sensation is almost overwhelming. It's not merely how sexually charged this moment feels, but that it's with a woman that Robert has come to care about deeper than any other being on the planet. She has given him so much more than this moment, and a promise that it's not to end soon. That is enough to drive him to do whatever he can for her, for her pleasure in that moment.

Groaning as she guides him, silently directs her, and Robert gives what he can. His thumb rolling over her clit, moaning as the very action of working for her pleasure leaves his skin hot, his body tingling, and knowing he won't be able to control himself much longer. Staring down at that beautiful face, lips parted, as his hips jerk, losing that pounding rhythm intentional to hold himself back. For her pleasure.

Aleja lets out a pleased moan, and it's not just that she can manipulate him. It's not that she is, it's more that she hasn't met a man open to being given criticism and following it, but Robert always does it so well, bringing her off in a way that she's never had before.

Her orgasm surprises her, a moan captured on her lips. "Oh, Robert," she exhales as her whole body sinks back down, letting out an amazed and delighted laugh.

"You can do that to me anytime," she promises, curling around him as she nuzzles in.

Resigned to spending his life alone, whatever of it might remain, Robert never thought about there being a chance to have so much more. Someone that he wanted to do all he could for, and so as long as it was in his way or giving it to her, there was nothing that Robert wanted to deny her.

Not that she makes it truly difficult. It is a shared life so far, up to and including this moment when they've come together in pleasure.

Amazed by the sensation of her body, the words, how his name sounds on her lips in that moment. But it's the way her body moves against him that makes Robert groan, head bowed and his back arched. His own moans nearly drowning out those words, that promise he will seek out often as he loses control, clinging to her, unable to fathom the depth of pleasure as it possesses him as he comes only a few moments later.

By the time Vasquez is done, she feels the pleasant burn of it through her muscles, stretching out languidly as she drapes herself over him, though not actually moving from out of him.

Not until he makes her, at least.

"So," she murmurs, brushing her fingers over his neck and hair. "Does this change any plans of ours?"