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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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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.

[zwaan]

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.

[zwaan]

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.

[zwaan]

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."

[zwaan]

For a moment Robert is not aware of anything but the pleasure coursing through his body. Eyes closed, lips parted, panting softly even as he feels her weight settle against him. Arms moving without thinking about it. One wrapping about her shoulders, holding Aleja close even as his fingers cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

His eyes flutter open, staring up at her. Wonder shows on his face, the deep emotions he's been feeling for weeks shining in his eyes.

"You are so utterly amazing and precious," he whispers, leaning in to kiss her. Not shy about it but careful, more of the taste of himself than any need to hold back in kissing her.

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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."

[zwaan]

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.

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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.

[zwaan]

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.

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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).

[zwaan]

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."

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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?"

[zwaan]

"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.

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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."

[zwaan]

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.

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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.

[zwaan]

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.

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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."

[zwaan]

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.

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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."