The good, the bad and the traveller.

Cravings.

Audrey

I had stepped into the tent, sitting down on my knees on the bedroll that laid in there. I looked at it with a look of disgust on my face. Who knows how many sweaty, filthy cowboys already slept on this.. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine and made my stomach turn. I took off my coat and laid it down onto the bedroll, with the inside facing up. I was gonna sleep on that, because fuck no i was laying directly onto that bedroll. I took off my corset, because it was already a nuisance awake, let alone asleep. I kicked off my boots too, and placed them near the entrance of the tent, in case we had to leave fast.
I laid down onto my coat, laying on my side, staring at the dirty side of the tent, being left alone with my thoughts. I wasn't tired.. I think.. I thought back to just now. Where Jack just kissed me in front of those people, like why the hell would he do that..? And also when he kissed me on the horse to make me talk to him or something, but still convincing everyone and everything that he doesn't want anything.

I think a few hours have gone by? I wasn't too sure, everything seemed to take the fuck forever nowadays. I heard someone approach the tent and I suddenly was on high alert, but laying more still than a corpse. If it was anyone other than Jack, I could surprise them with a punch.
The tent's entrance opened and Jack stumbled inside, letting himself fall onto his knees with a soft grunt. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled my nostrils. I wrinkled up my nose, and turned my head a little. I mean it wasn't all too strong, but still. I laid still, quietly listening to Jack taking off his coat and boots, before I heard him lay down next to me. The tent was quite small, so he was really close to me. I felt his body warmth behind me and I tried to ignore it, but for some reason it was so soothing..

Then I felt his hand on me.. Resting on my thigh before it slowly trailed up to my waist. My eyes widened and I shifted a little at the ticklish feeling when his fingers ran over my waist and up. He pressed himself against me, and I could feel something poking me. Then the smell of booze and tobacco came closer to me. Suddenly I felt his lips and his rough stubble on the skin of my neck, which made me shiver to my core. I let out a shaky breath and I heard him groan as he sucked and kissed my neck. I was trying to keep myself silent, but enjoying it nonetheless. "Audrey.." He slurred my name a little.. Oh Christ.. He's drunk..

"Jack, get off me.. You're drunk.." I muttered, grabbing his hand to take it off me. He was persistent though. Now let's get this very straight. I may not have known Jack for long, but i liked him.. A lot.. Obviously, so i didn't mind this at all.. But I didn't want to take advantage of the fact that he had too much to drink.. That would be wrong..
But he pulled my shirt out of my trousers and let his hand slide into it, cupping one of my breasts in his hand, his fingers playing with my nipple. Oh fuck..

I bit back a moan as he teased my nipple with his fingers and my neck with his kisses, driving me crazy silently. "Jack.." I groaned, turning my head a little. "You're drunk, you'll regret this.." I said with a soft hiss but Jack didn't stop. "I won't.." He muttered while he moved his hand down away from my breast. And into my trousers.

I inhaled sharply when his rough fingers slid over my clit, making my legs twitch. Honestly I wanted him. I wanted him so bad, I could barely think of anything else. Fuck it. Fuck all of this. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of my trousers, rolling onto my back. "Jack." I said, sternly, pointing a finger at him. "You'll get mad at me if we do this." I said while frowning, still pointing my finger. "I won't.." He slurred before he pressed his lips onto mine.
The way he kissed me.. It was hungry.. Needy.. And I couldn't help myself so I kissed him back the exact same way, ignoring the taste of whisky and smokes.

He climbed on top of me, his hands exploring my body once more while we made out like a bunch of teenagers hiding from their parents on a midnight excursion to nowhere. Then he suddenly pulled away, panting like he ran a marathon. I was out of breath too and I just stared up at him, wondering what was going through that mind of his. He sat up and pulled off his shirt, showing that amazingly sculpted body of his. I bit on my lip, watching him carefully as I felt his hands under my shirt. He was pushing it up so I lifted my arms, letting him take the fabric off me.