The Devil's Backbone

Chapter 9: Pressing Flowers

        "You never cared what I did or who I talked to before, Doc. Somethin's changed in you. Somethin's changed and I don't reckon I understand it."  Violet frowned as Doc didn't. reply. She huffed and followed him about the room as he set his things about. 

        "Don't ignore me, Doc. Stop beatin' the devil around the bush n' talk to me!" She demanded, grabbing onto his waistcoat in an attempt to pull him around. But suddenly, she was pushed down on the bed staring into the hazel eyes of Doc. 

        "You have my attention, darlin'," he whispered. Violet glanced to either side of her head and saw his hands pinning her down. Her heart was beating quickly. She hoped that with their proximity that he couldn't hear it. 

        "I want you to tell me... Why. I don't understand any of this. Why you suddenly care about what happens to me. You never did and I-" Violet was cut off by his soft lips pressed firmly against her own. She gasped, unwittingly giving him entrance into her mouth. Her eyes were wide for several moments before they fluttered shut and she relaxed. 

        Slowly, she kissed him back; enjoying this euphoric feeling from being so close to him. She felt his hands travel up her bodice and cup her supple breasts, gently squeezing on them. She moaned lightly and arched her back into him. She felt him smirk against her lips. 

        Violet's hands began to wander, exploring Doc's body. She fumbled with the buttons on his waistcoat and then his shirt. She slid her hand down further to feel him up which elicited a groan from the man on top of her. Violet was taken aback. She didn't know that a touch even slight as that could cause pleasure like that. Of course she'd never been with anyone in a fashion such as this before. But she seemed to be doing well considering how hard Doc's member had gotten. 

        Unfortunately, the two were shaken from their moment when the door suddenly opened. There stood a bewildered man, the proprietor of the hotel. He was an elderly man but spry in his age with white hair and a finely manicured mustache. The three were frozen staring at each other until the hotel owner slowly closed the door. His boots could be heard walking away down the hall. 

        Doc sat up, scowling. He grabbed his flask from the nightstand and took a long swig. Violet just laid there for a few moments before she sat her herself. She sighed heavily and lit up a cigarette. The moment was ruined... potentially their only moment. 

        Buttoning up his shirt and waistcoat, Doc stood. He quickly looked to see if he looked presentable, no marks on his neck or anything and straightened his tie. He leaned down and captured Violet's lips with a kiss before heading toward the door. 

        "We'll finish this later, darlin'," He winked at her before heading out the door.