Meant to live

Chapter 5

The forgien warmth over her stomach woke her. The fire had burnt out hours ago and her head felt heavy.

"Amelia..."

Amelia smiled, hearing her name fall from Thomas' sleeping lips. She froze as Thomas' hand traveled up the loose shirt and molded around her breast. He squeezed lightly and played with her flesh as she closed her eyes. Her head fell back and the sensation overwhelmed her whole body. Her not so quiet moan woke Tom as he saw what he was doing to her. They moved from each other and caught their breaths again as Amelia stood to gather her supplies.

"We need to talk, about yesterday."

"Which part?"

Where could he start? The kiss yesterday morning? Her attempt to hide herself while she touched herself as she called Thomas' name? The wet kiss in the river?

"We have time before we reach Rickwall. I need to talk about this with you."

"How long have you been in town?"

"What does..."

"How long have you been the Deputy since you came into town?"

"Five days."

"Believe me when I say that you definately don't belong. You're the only one in town that doesn't swear or get whole bottled drunk. Niceness isn't going to get the town to respect you. Rickwall is a terrifying man. No one thinks to go near him. That's why he was in town."

"And your complaining about that?"

"Why did you even come here? Were you too nice in your other town or something?"

"I was shunned out by my uncle because I told him I refused to get married."

Shunned. Just like she was when her younger sister became a prostitute while she secluded herself as a seamstress instead of protecting her sister. She was no different than he was.

"Yeah, I'm sure it was your wonderful, charming personality that did the trick."

She tossed her bag on the grass, ready to secure it when Thomas grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. Her screams woke the shadow as she watched the scene unfolding on the grass below her. She smiled at the strange way they talked.

"Thomas! You put me down this instant!"

Thomas carried Amelia over to the dead stump and braced himself with one leg as he bent Amelia over his leg. She braced Thomas' arm from not falling over as she tried to steady her legs. She let out a surprising yelp when she felt his hand come down sharply on her rear. He had taken her over her knee and started spanking her like a child.

Smack!

"Dammit, Thomas! That hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt. You need some serious adjustment."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her yelps filled the forest as she tried to wiggle away. It was no use. He was too strong. His arm held her down in place. She reached for his gun and clubbed his steady knee with the butt of the gun. They both tumbled to the stump. Thomas landed on his own rear as Amelia fell further across his body.

"Are you okay?"

There was no answer from Thomas as they both tried to catch their breaths. She felt his hand again but it didn't strike her bare skin. Her loose father's clothes had fallen down her back. She felt his fingertips as they traveled down the back of her pants and down the inside of her thighs. Amelia looked over her shoulder and saw the bewildered lust in Thomas' eyes as he licked his lips. She trembled in place as he slowly pulled down the back of her pants enough for his hand to slip in and feel her skin.

She moaned as he drew his fingers across her folds. Her nails dug into his bare shoulder and his knee as he pushed two fingers into her wetness. He pulled them out dragging them to her slit and drew small circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Did you want them here," he hissed into her ear, "Like you did the other morning, Darlin'?"

"Yes, Thomas!"

He knew about the kiss and he had watched her touch herself. She panted as he moved faster with her wetness dripped to his fingers. She moved her hand from his knee and gripped him through his pants, palming his length. He pulled away long enough to undo his pants and released his cock into her iron grip.

She heard his breath, uneven as she moved her wrist back and forth, feeling the pooled moisture collecting at the tip. Her hips bucked as he pushed his fingers into her, stretching her walls as she spread her legs wider for him.

"My God, Amelia. You feel..."

His hips moved into her hand as he grew closer and closer. Their collected moans and twining bodies sent them over the edge. Amelia watched as Thomas' seed flew to the ground in white, creamy waves. He pumped into Amelia until she arched her back and screamed in ecstasy. They clutched at each other as the scents of their arousal filled the summer air.

Thomas brushed the loose hair out of Amelia's eyes as she pulled herself up to him. She was a loner and now she was with someone that did mind her. The flame in her chest spread to her limbs, wanting to get closer to his half-naked body. She had never wanted anything so badly in her life. Everything was happening all to quickly as she melted into Thomas' arms. He craned his neck to kiss her but she pushed herself away from his lap.

Her heart broke into pieces when she realized what she finally had to do. She gave a regretful look as she fixed her clothes, leaving him half naked on the stump.

"Amelia!"

She tried to hide her tears as she heard him running after her. She was so beautiful when she came undone and now she was running away again. He felt a pull to her as she reached her horse.

"Amelia! Please..."

She turned and pointed her gun at Thomas' head as he saw the tears fall down the her face. He stepped forward, pressing the barrel of the gun to his forehead, knowing she wouldn't pull the trigger.

"This isn't the answer. It's okay."

The emtions mixed together on her face. She wanted Rickwall to suffer but now she was done with people and things dying around her. Amelia only wanted it to go away. He slowly pulled the gun away and holstered back into her belt. She cupped the side of his face and smiled as he kissed her palm.

She grabbed her gun and hit the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. This was the only way to keep him safe. The man she had fallen for so quickly. She mounted her horse only taking her canteen and gun with her. She wouldn't need anything else. She circled her horse to Thomas as he slowly came to.

"I'm so sorry, Thomas. I wish this could've ended differently. Live your new life, Deputy and thank you for your kindness. I'll see you at the Pearly Gates. Hee-Ya!"

The horse galloped off leaving a trail of dirt and dust behind her. Her hair flew behind her and her throat felt it would collapse as she rode on into the desert.

Thomas saw her ride away and stumbled to his feet after a few minutes. He gathered his shirt and gun from the stump. He mounted his own horse and started to ride when he saw a striking water trail in the direction where Amelia rode. If her father's canteen was leaking then she was going into the desert with no water. She would die before she made it to Rickwall. He rode after her praying that her horse was slower than his.

The shadow jumped from the trees and gathered what they had left behind. She strapped all the gear down and rode her horse north, hoping there was time to reach her destination.