Cowboys And Angels

Chapter 5

Shock was an understatement... When her lips met his, John actually jumped but his hands found their way around Bonnie's hips and pulling her closer. Bonnie wrapped her arms around John's neck, one of her hand reaching up to gently cup the back of John's head. The lip lock lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like it had lasted eons, when Bonnie and John had separated the two stared at one another, obviously unsure of what to say. Bonnie suddenly pulled back and turned away.

"J-John I'm sorry." She said while John composed herself. "I-I thought you... We... I'm sorry I shouldn't be such a fool." She muttered, unable to turn around and look at John. "... I thought that maybe you... W-Wanted it too..." She managed to squeak.

John stood there, still reeling on what had happened... Hearing Bonnie's words he felt confused because... He did want it. Right now he had two options... He could walk out the door and disappear... Or he could reach out and stay. His heartbeat rang in his head, making it impossible to for him to really think about the consequences of his actions. His arm moved on its own and he took a step towards her, his hand making contact with her back and slowly sliding down to her waist. Bonnie inhaled sharply and slowly turned her head back as he neared her.

"... Is this what you want, Miss MacFarlane?" He asked quietly, watching her blush and smile a little as she shook her head.

"... It's Bonnie, you fool." She replied and finally met his gaze, John couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Is this what you want, Bonnie?" He then asked, obliging her demands.

"... Yes, Mister Marston." She retorted just as quietly, watching John smirk as she reached up and ran her fingers gently over the scars on his face.

John leaned into her touch and reached up, taking her hand in his own and running his thumb over the back of it. Bonnie then smiled and slowly began leading him towards the stairs. Suddenly though a thought hit him and John paused.

"What about your father?" He asked.

"What about him?" She replied.

"... I think he'd shoot the outlaw bedding his daughter." He said and glanced at the door.

"He probably won't be home until early in the morning dealing with those bodies and the barn... Besides, he hasn't come into my room since I was old enough to look for a husband." She stated. "... If you don't want to, we don't have to."

"Trust me... I want to." John said and Bonnie smiled before she walked him up the stairs.

When they walked into her bedroom after turning on the light, John quickly closed and locked the door behind him, Bonnie then turned back to him. Her face was lit with crimson, it was obvious that due to her shy demeanor she was inexperienced with men.

"I just wanted you to know that... I-I haven't... Before..." She said and gestured to the bed, watching John approach her, he knew it.

"... You don't have to do this." He said, he then slipped off his gloves and tossed them over to her vanity before reaching up and caressing her face.

"I know... I want to... I just wanted you to know i-in case... I wasn't good." She said and took a breath as she met John's gaze.

"Bein' good ain't whats important..." He assured, watching Bonnie giggle softly.

"That's not what I hear all the ranch hands laughing about behind the barn." She snorted, watching John stifle a chuckle of his own.

"Bein' good only matters when this," John gestured between himself and Bonnie. "... Doesn't matter." He said and then arched a brow and looked down at Bonnie. "Does this matter?" He asked, part of him hoping the answer was no.