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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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That's not what Vasquez had been expecting to hear.

She's a little stunned, honestly, because sure, she'd known that she had him enough in her attention that she could get away with plenty, but watching him admit to this now makes her heart soar in ways she didn't think it could. He doesn't feel differently. Playing with the chain and the ring, she brings it into her palm to start working, a terribly fond look on his face.

She reaches out to take his hand into hers, giving him a pleased look. "I don't have to leave," she admits. "I didn't want to be the reason you were anchored, unable to go, but I don't want to..."

She's struggling, now, to find the right words.

"When you're with me, at night, in bed," she begins, "you should do more than just lie with me. You should touch me."

[zwaan]

They've spent so much time together and all that time had only made him want more time with her. He wants to keep having the things they are, and never even thought to himself about having anything more than this time together.

So when she speaks of not leaving, his chin jerks up, eyes widening. Much as he's thought of this, he never thought he might truly have it. He truly expected her to perhaps hug him, take his horse as he would offer to her and vanish.

Instead she's speaking of not leaving.

"Are you..."

He can't find words, because she's speaking of so much that leaves him speechless.

"Before we talk about this cabin and where you're safe," he says, because that is important to him. Above and beyond so much else. "But are you certain? I swore to you, Aleja, that I would never hurt you as others have. I... I care for you too much for that."

Did he love her? He thinks so. He knows how he feels for her, but he also knows better than to say things that could cause troubles. He's watched his words for years. He could do so again now.

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He's not taking her hand the way she'd wanted him to and she's not being carried off to the bedroom, which is also something that Vasquez had been somewhat hoping for. All in all, this is very disappointing so far. Frowning at him, she wonders if she's said something wrong, but now he's talking about not hurting her.

"The ranger shoved my skirts up and tried to have his way with me and I shot him in the face," she says flatly. "I've been trying to encourage you to touch me more, but you get so stiff and cool. Is this why?"

She's gaping at him in disbelief, rising to her feet to take her bowl to the sink, leaning back against it, wearing a pair of his pajama bottoms and one of the loose linen tops.

"Robert," she says flatly. "If you tried something and I didn't like it, I'd slap you. That doesn't mean you don't try."

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And he realizes that this is perhaps a talk they should have had before he told her he didn't want to leave her. So when she leaves, he rises, moving to follow her.

"Aleja," he says softly, moving to take her hands. "It isn't about you. Nothing about you and the beautiful, amazing woman that you are. It's about..." He stops, not knowing how to say this but knowing it needs to be said. "It's because I have very little experience with women, and I'm, to be honest, terrified of both embarrassing myself and hurting you," he admits.

"Please though, do not think it's not because I haven't wanted to," he admits, earnest and eager in that moment. "I haven't stopped thinking about kissing you since the moment you weren't threatening me with my life," he says, smiling slightly and ducking his head before looking back up at her. "I hadn't meant to drive you away, and the last thing I want is that. I don't care if it's in this cabin, this town, or far away from here," he says, letting the words come now and not trying to stop them. "I just want to be with you."

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She lets him take her hands, lets him lift them up, watching him suspiciously. These are all just words right now, and she's not entirely sure that she trusts them as anything else. In her past, men without experience doesn't stop them from going for what they want and she's been giving him positive signals for months.

Surely, he should be ready to take whatever he can, no? She's letting him know this.

"Then why don't you start showing me how much you want to be with me," is her low, coy tease. "We can talk about where we'll settle after."

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Keeping Aleja in his life has been more important to Robert than keeping her in his bed. Maybe it's desperation, a chance to experience life with her even if she doesn't share the same emotions for him as he feels for her, but he doesn't care. Not so long as he can be with her, hold her close as they sleep and share his days with her.

No matter what his mind has considered, what he's craved just from the feeling of her body near to his own.

So when those words come, he knows what he wants. Her. It's been her for months. Maybe his whole life if he believes in true love and waiting.

There's so much promise in her words. Of a life together. Truly together. Releasing her hands, his hands cup her cheeks, leaning in suddenly, quickly, showing just how much he thinks of this.

Pressing into the kiss, eager and warm, showing in actions how much he feels for her. Even without experience in this, he's eager and in love and pouring all of that emotions into it, for her.

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She feels like this is a very hard-won victory, but it's also telling how much she'd wanted this when he'd leaned in. It's not like it had been with the ranger, where she'd instantly reacted with disgust and a gunshot. No, this is better. This is Robert and a kiss she's been aching for and the sound of pure elated joy from her throat is proof of how happy she is for it.

Leaning forward, she pushes off the counter and cups his face with a hand on his cheek, the other on his neck as she parts her lips to deepen it, stumbling towards the bedroom so she can lay him out flat.

She doesn't even wait for him to lie back, pushing him onto the bed so she can crawl onto him, straddling him and getting comfortable as her eyes roam over him with eager need and delight.

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Moving quickly with her steps, eager to stay close as his hands roam over her hips, along her sides, tugging at the fabric as he aches to get his palms against bare skin.

Groaning as he does, falling back onto the bed with a grunt. Even as he does, reaching for her, his hands gripping her hips once more, pulling her in close to another kiss. It's as if that tipping point finally being hit, he's holding nothing back as he arches up against her with another stifled sound of pleasure.

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Vasquez grins as she leans back onto the bed, tumbling with him and straddling his waist so she can pin him down, just in case he thinks of doing something stupid like deciding he doesn't want this anymore. That wouldn't go over so well with her, so she's going to make sure that doesn't happen.

Eyes bright as she looks him over, she lets out a delighted laugh.

"Show me what you want to do first? Touch me," she coaxes.

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His hands are already moving to her shirt as she challenges him, his fingers catching at the hem and gathering up the fabric to push it up as his heels of his hands trailed over her stomach, up along the curve of her breasts as he works the shirt up and over her head.

Every glimpse of a gaping blouse, every tease of wet fabric clinging to her skin, and he's thought about this. About finally having this, even if he's been much too shy to act upon it.

One hand lightly curving to her waist as the other hand cups her breast. Fingers curling against the silkiness of her skin even as he arches up, kissing the space between her breasts, the curve of one, and then the peak of her breast as his lips parted. Breathing hotly against her skin even as his tongue flicked out, lapping over the nipple.

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Aleja never wears anything underneath her shirts and dresses, not unless there's good reason, and her smug grin as he gets her shirt up shows how long she's been waiting for him to touch her like this. It's been entirely too long and she shakes her hair of the loose braid, the waves falling down her back as she arches her back to give him skin to kiss.

"You're so gentle," she teases. "After a winter of desire, I thought maybe you would want me, but no..." she mock-maligns, as if this is a horrible thing and she doesn't know what to do with him.

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She's beautiful, all sleek and elegant and everything the women he's known have never looked like, never acted like, never been. Maybe that's why it never bothered him to not explore with a woman like this, to not share more. They did nothing for him.

Not like she does.

Leaning back, his hands still caressing against her body, knowing he needs to be honest, if only for her sake.

"I want you. I want you in every single way possible, in and out of bed, Aleja." He pauses, if only to swallow back words he is afraid will scare her away, that he doesn't want to say in the bedroom.

"I just have never had a chance like this, never really been with a woman." Getting the words out are harder than he thought, as he leans in, kissing along her breastbone, and then her breast, once more. "Only once, and never again. I would rather take my time than embarrass or hurt you."

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He's almost too sweet for her to believe. She feels like she's going to break him if she's not careful, which would be a shame when all she wants to do is make him feel better than he's ever felt in his life. It looks like she's going to have to take control, because otherwise he's going to just keep getting caught up in worrying about embarrassing himself.

She arches her back into his mouth, but when she slides back to the bed, she leans in and nips at his ear. "Then let me take care of you first," she suggests, flicking her fingers. "On your back."

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There is a small whimper as she moves away, reaching for Aleja instantly, not wanting her to move away. Not ever. That she stays close is nearly enough, shifting to roll closer to her. His hand running over her hip, caressing the curve of her waist, just wanting to touch her, to memorize by touch every line of her that he has visually memorized by sight every day they've been together.

"You would..." He has trouble finding words, wanting to plead and ask for anything as little as a touch, and aching to take and have and knowing he is never likely to do much for her own needs if he does that. Not if he doesn't slow himself and his desire down. Enough so that he can give her everything she deserves.

And so he does as he's told, as if that is in question, moving to lay on his back and reaching for her once more. "Please?"

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Aleja smirks down at him, crawling on top of him to straddle his waist, leaning down to cup his neck with both hands, kissing him deeply and with every ounce of desire she's been suppressing since the winter began. When she thinks she can leave him be for a moment, she starts to wriggle her way down, undoing his trousers and pushing them down.

"I like when men ask me for things," she says, as if he doesn't know that already. Smirking up at him, she runs her tongue over her lower lip, half to tease him for what's about to happen, before she yanks down his underwear and moves to arch her back and take him in her mouth, working the head with her tongue.

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Desire courses through Robert in a way that he's never known. Certainly there have been beautiful women in his life, but none of them compared to Aleja. Not in looks, nor in sheer strength of will which is a beauty all its own.

Each kiss brings out more of the lust that he's ignored all of his life. Every touch leaves him breathless and needful. Groaning as the kiss breaks, as she moves away.

For a moment there is a twinge of panic that she might leave then, found him lacking, but then her words are washing over him, all of it eclipsed by the sensation of her mouth on him. The sound he makes is tight, strangled, barely managing to not cry out loudly as his hands ball up in the fabric beneath him, pawing at the mattress as he squirms, fighting not to buck and writhe.

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Well, that's a compliment for a woman if she's ever seen one. Her amusement shows on her face as she looks up at him, taking her time to let her tongue curl over the head, eyes glimmering with the mischief and want to make this good.

Her fingers (nails longer than she usually keeps them) dig into his hips, leaving crescent moon marks, and she's feeling very good so far about this, so much so that she dares to take him deep, which is something she hasn't done in a very long time.

[zwaan]

It's not fear in that moment that keeps Robert from arching up, from reacting aggressively in his desire. It's caring about her too much to do anything that could either hurt her, or cause her to stop. That she is giving him this pleasure at all leaves him stunned and thankful.

Not that he's entirely thinking those things.

Instead he groans, eyes fluttering open as he shifts enough to raise his head. Needing to look at her, to see this beautiful, wonderful woman. Gasping at flash of pain from her nails, something that leaves him wondrous at the sensation, that he finds such pleasure in it.

His hand shakes as he reaches up to stroke his fingers through her hair, curling the strands over his fingers as they twist against the silk tendrils.

"Aleja." Whispering her name, a soft prayer and benediction, worshiping her with words and gaze.

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While she may not like white men who force themselves on her, she's also not unskilled in this practice. After all, she takes care of herself and that meant getting pleasure where she wanted it. Besides that, she's got more than a little bit of an oral fixation, which keeps her mouth working slack and lazy before she turns a firm stroke to the head.

Her hair, messy curls, have come loose from her braid and it trails over his thighs as she works, arching up, trying very hard to make sure Robert feels the pleasure after so many months without.

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Nothing in years of celibacy, of botched time spent with ladies who gave kindness for money, in dreaming about the beautiful woman laying beside him... nothing in in anything in his life prepared him for this. For pleasure washing over him in waves, leaving his skin hot and tight, and his thought literally tightly focused on a single thing.

Her.

His fingers spasm against her scalp, twisting in her hair and then back, aware that he might hurt her if he isn't careful. Hips rocking, a slow and steady shifting of his body, savoring the sensation with low moans and soft groans.

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She doesn't mind a little bit of pain. If anything, it makes it all the more exciting for Aleja, her eyes bright as she keeps working with him and paying attention to the head before she alternates, humming deep as she takes him as deeply as she can, wanting him to enjoy it so much.

Every so often, she'll flick her eyes up to him, making sure he's still enjoying himself, and it looks like he's in rapture, so clearly, she's not doing so badly.

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Much as Robert would love for this to go on forever, or hours at the very least, months of laying at her side, of both fantasies and no release, and even drawing this out for the sake of pleasure is not very likely.

Not with how amazing it feels, the sensations and the realization of what is blossoming between himself and Aleja.

Panting hard, closing his eyes and trying to find some semblance of control through the haze of pleasure. "Aleja... Oh God in heaven... I can't..."

Feeling it only right to warn her in that moment.

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Well, that feels better to her. She's smug as she keeps working him and so many times, her mother has told her that no man wants a woman who's so smug, so sure of herself, but she doesn't know. Robert seems to be plenty enjoying this, so maybe her Mama, she doesn't know everything, hmm?

She has absolutely no desire to go anywhere, but she does slow her face, growing lazy and slow, a sign that she's ready for him to come and that she's going to swallow him back.

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His entire body feels different in that moment. Skin too tight, a bit too hot, a bit electric. Long before this moment he has realized that all he wants is to continue a life with Aleja, but now having this chance with her, even more than they'd had even moments earlier.

His fingers tangling in her hair, caught between wanting every moment of pleasure that he might have and not wanting to hurt her, to upset her.

Hips bucking, his voice choked and tight as he shudders and trembles from the sensation. The sensation of his orgasm in that moment is unlike anything he's ever known before. Pleasure coursing through him as his hips buck, his hands twist in her hair, trembling through his release.

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She doesn't want to tell him that she's been with other men before and she can handle whatever it is that he's about to do, thinking that it will put him in a bad mood, but also that it might spoil the mood to talk about other men.

Instead, she focuses on working through his climax, swallowing back every bit that she can, taking her time lapping it up and enjoying herself right up until she can crawl up his body and settle on top of his chest, looking like a cat who got the cream.

"I've been waiting forever for that."