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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 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?"

Panting, his eyes closed as he tries to regulate his breathing, even to find words to answer that question.

Instead he laughs, a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around her and holds her tight.

"Nope. Nothing I wanted before this is changed. I want to be with you. Here. Wherever you want to go that's warmer," he says, teasing her for how much the winter has bothered her. "Only thing that's changed is that I want to do that again," he vows. "Often as you want."

She narrows his eyes at him, waiting for him to complain about how she may or may not have acted during the winter, but when he says that, she leans in to nip at his lips with a kiss, like she wants to somehow mildly punish him for being so teasing.

"If we go somewhere warmer, we'll still have this, but not our nice little home," which is disappointing because she's grown to like it here. "But I don't want to be cold anymore, I want my blood to boil and sing."

There's just too much joy in his life now. All of it because of her. He's spent a winter with her, alone, trapped up here. Away from the town that tormented him. Away from those that mocked the man he was, and the things he had done for them. Here though, he's happy. He has joy because of her in his life, and it's worth every think that comes with walking away from this town.

"Then we'll find a new home," he says, meaning it. "We'll find a beautiful home, and a place that you'll love, and we can be happy. Whatever it is you want in a home, you'll have it. We'll find a way."

Aleja gives him the slow, pleased smile of a woman who's finally getting all the things she wants, instead of just needs. "We need to be safe," she says. "There are still too many wanted posters here of me, and we should go. Maybe, we go south for a while, and then when things are calm here, we come back."

Maybe he'll have given her back the ring by then, but she's not setting expectations for him, not when they could disappoint her yet.

"So in other words, go enjoy the sun somewhere, and then hide out all alone together in a cabin for the winter?" Smiling as he asks that, arching a brow. "Because I have no objection to this at all. Not so long as you're safe and happy," he assures her, staring at her with such love in his eyes, even if he's scared to broach that subject and his feelings.

"What would make you happy?"

Vasquez is trying to think of what she might have said earlier, because happiness to her is simple. "Good, warm food," she says, because that always plays a big part in what she likes. "Someone to hold me at night," she adds. "Good sex," she quips, with a smirk on her lips.

"Mexico, home, it would be nice," she admits, "even though I know that this is your home and I would never want you to give it all up."

"Well then. You would have to make the decision if it was good, because for me it was amazing," he admits, beaming then as he strokes his fingers through her hair once more, curling the strands around his fingers, adoring the simple intimacy of the touch. "As for the rest, I've done well for months, proving that I'm more than capable," he teases, unable to really stop smiling at her.

"My home is where you are. So here. Mexico. Anywhere in between. So long as I'm with you, I am home."