Wild Fire (Book II)

Fire And Storm

     Warning/ A/n- So brief smut ahead and lets just say traumatic anguish. Is it just me or do you go back and forth with your written characters loving them one moment and wanting to shake since into them in the next? Perhaps just me, can't help but love em though. Enjoy!

     Days came and went. The orange sun over Horseshoe, lit the camp in gold and pink brush strokes that bled into sharp twinkling stars piercing the nighttime sky. Everyday Dutch would try something new with Emma. Soft wet fruit at first that she could suckle and dissolve against her tongue. And as she reached for his fingers starting to chew, he would usher her lips something else. A piece of carrot, a round plump strawberry. Anything he could to get her to eat. She never opened her eyes.

     He cleaned after her. The everyday ritual of taking care of a baby that simply didn't know how to relieve themselves without help. Miss Grimshaw would help with this, as the humiliation of doing so was far too heartbreaking for Dutch to endure. The older woman would keep her clean and change her clothes giving her some semblance of life. He was thankful.

     But there came a day when Susan had taken the women into town, and she wasn't there to change her long gown damp with sweat from the heat of the day. Darkness was falling outside, and Dutch stood inside the tent looking at the girl, holding the simple white gown in his clenched fist. The head mistress over the camp had taken to buying the girl long gowns with buttons all the way down the front just to make things easier to dress her. The one that wrapped her now was a pale blue, the cuffs of it ruffling around her wrists. She had left the girl on her back for him, the covers pulled down, her golden hair spread out around her head like a shimmering halo. Dutch swallowed hard. This was a necessary evil he knew, but it didn't make the action any less uneasy.

     He started toward the bed, shifting her legs towards the wall and setting the fresh gown by his feet. As he reached for the buttons and began to undo them, he spoke softly to her, his hands moving ever so slowly. Each fasten painstakingly popped under his thumb as more and more of her skin was revealed to him. "Emma? Emma darling, it's Dutch. We're gonna make you more comfortable sweetheart. Don't be afraid." He spoke more for his own nervousness than the girls. As a lover Dutch had undressed many a wanting female. But they were aware of him. Needing what he could offer them in fact. Big round eyes of desire staring back at him as his skilled hands slid the silks and velvets from their bodies. But Emma made no such demanding stare. Her lids remained shut unaware of the liberties he took with her, and it made Dutch feel dirty somehow, the action of it criminally wrong. Unless.... maybe that touch could be useful after all. He paused thinking a moment.

     No one would know. Not even Emma unless it worked. His dark eyes strayed once again to the girl's sleeping form. He could take her, stir her awake with the swirl of his tongue against the warm sleeping folds of her. His mouth watered at the thought of how sweet she must taste.

      He began unbuttoning the gown again with one hand pulling the black fedora from his head and setting it to the side table. The journey was slow... torturous. Each button building the desire under his belt with a fury. His impressive erection pulsed and pushed against the seam of his pants. "Just beautiful..." he breathed the words rather than spoke them gazing across the sleeping angel.

     When the last button was undone, he opened the gown exposing the girls smooth breasts and soft undergarments underneath. The sight of her nakedness hitched in his throat. He took a warm palm laying it flat against her stomach and slid it upwards slowly, absorbing the softness of her under his hand as he closed his eyes. She felt like flower petals beneath his fingertips. Her skin slightly damp from perspiration, rippling under his hand like rolling satin.

     He watched her face, noting the slight twitch to her eyebrows under his touch. Shifting on the cot, he turned to face her completely. One caressing hand glided over to her breast cupping it beneath and stroking the nipple just under his thumb. Emma moaned softly, tilting her head to the side, her brows now cinching at the electric sensation he was causing her.