Gunsmoke Refuge III

Posted on Wed May 15th, 2024 @ 4:56am by Lieutenant Commander Lyra Cassiel & Lieutenant Commander Andrei Petrov
Edited on on Wed May 15th, 2024 @ 5:21pm

Mission: S1 Episode 8: Resolutions
Location: Holodeck 1
Timeline: Date 2371-11-14 at 2215
5211 words - 10.4 OF Standard Post Measure

She lifted his hands to kiss his wrists and then released them so she could turn around and place her hands on his chest to walk him backward to the couch then gave him a gentle press to get him to sit down.

Smiling, Andy sat down on the couch and looked up at her with her shirt half-buttoned. He watched the smooth caramel skin and the hint of her cleavage that was revealed.

“Me and my big mouth.” He said, leaning back and watching her.

Stepping back from him, she took a brief moment to look into his eyes and then turned around. In the firelit room, she began to move with a surprising, mesmerizing fluidity. She had no music, but she seemed to move with an unheard song as she began to shed her clothes starting with the jacket she was wearing. She moved her body slowly, her delicate fingers caressing the contours of her beautiful figure. She was a masterpiece of feminine allure and confidence, unashamed of her body under the gaze of her man.

She revealed her flawless caramel skin and those curves that still begged to be touched and explored despite how often he did so. She was as singular as he was and there was little doubt why so many desired her. Finally, she was left with nothing on but her panties - black silk and lace - with her hair down and her arms crossed over covering her chest coyly.

He watched her with silent interest, his eyes drifting from one tatalyzing body part to another as she slowly revealed more of herself to him. It didn’t seem to matter how often they saw each other this way, the intensity of their attraction hadn’t diminished. He watched her cradling her breasts and followed the curvaceous lines of her body down to the defiant panties that somehow remained.

“Well, I’m completely distracted, Ms. Gabriel.” He said with a grin. The bulge in his dark jeans indicated he was more than distracted. “How ‘bout I return the favor?”

Melody’s brows lifted at the offer, clearly intrigued. She took a few steps closer to him, standing just in front of his legs so he would have enough room to get up but would practically be touching her when he did so. “Well now how could I turn down an offer like that?”

He stood with a smile and moved around her, his body impossibly close to her nearly naked form without ever grazing her. His hands hovered near her sides where he knew she wanted to be touched, but he refused her, instead taking a step away and backing up to the rack near the door. He retrieved his black hat again and placed it on his head. Returning to her and standing almost close enough to touch, Andy moved his fit body confidently and subtly to the imaginary music, his visible eye locked on her with mesmerizing focus.

His fingers moved gracefully to unbutton his vest, and then his shirt as his hips moved back and forth with all the skill of a talented dancer, graceful and easy, but with power she herself had experienced. He stood bare chested, his slightly scared and chiseled body making him look more like a fallen Greek god than a mere mortal man. Finally, he unbuttoned the jeans and let them fall, leaving him standing in a pair of green boxers.

Andy smiled, pulling the boxers down over his bulge and causing his manhood to bob out for just an instant as the boxers fell to the floor before he removed his hat and placed it over her favorite toy. Stepping out of the clothes, he grinned at her and stepped close, removing his hands from the hat and showing that it stood quite stably in place with only his manhood to hold it up.

Melody had taken a seat when he had moved to retrieve his hat. She had pulled her hair forward over her shoulders to cover her breasts, and crossed her legs to rest her hands on her knee while she simply enjoyed the show put on for her. She enjoyed it immensely not only because she loved to see his body, but because he had actually put in the effort to follow through what had originally begun as a joke just as she had.

When he ended in front of her with his hat suspended by his manhood, she smirked and stood slowly, not quite brushing up against him. “Good God, I’m sleepin’ with a witch.” She placed a single finger on the hat to not upset it from its perch. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone; your secret’s safe with me.”

Finally she shifted up to kiss him then, slow and passionate. Her hand grabbed his hat and pulled it away, tossing it back on the couch behind her without a care.

“Uncoverin’ my magic wand is a risk, Ms. Gabriel.” He said, his fingers moving to her black panties and pulling at them suggestively. Moving down, he dropped them to the floor with a quick motion of his arms, and as he came back up again, his hands found her ample bottom and squeezed gently and possessively. He kissed her again. “I could use it to put a spell on you.”

Melody grinned and lifted her feet to step out of the panties and push them aside. She returned his kiss and leaned into him, her soft breasts pressing into the hard plane of his chest while he grabbed her rear. They had played in the fantasy world to distract him from the painful goodbye he had given hours before and it had done its job, but she could offer him more.

“Well let’s jus’ see ‘bout that. I’ll have a closer look.” She kissed his lips and then his neck, then slowly moved down his body while lowering herself down in front of him. It was a position she had found herself taking more often than she had in the past, but she knew the comfort her love and submission could bring to him. She took him gently in her hand and her eyes moved up to his.

“Sure is hefty.”

“Makes for a better tool of enchantment, stirrin’ wonder and fascination in those who I chose.” He said, his voice low and mysterious as she watched her holding him in her hands on her knees. It was no small thing for a woman like her to bend before a man, and it meant something about him and their relationship. He never tired of it, and felt a swell of familiar, still prideful, flattery. The warmth and fitness of her hand around his girth was just a bonus. “Emphasis on the stirrin’, there, dolly. And all of that with just a flick of the wrist.”

She put his words out of her mind and focused on what she was doing instead. If she dwelled on it too much, it would simply ruin the moment. She awarded his quips with a playful giggle and began to stroke him with her hand until inevitably her tongue and lips joined in. They weren’t exactly fresh and clean after their hard work on the train, but it didn’t phase her - it hardly ever did and on those occasions they made liberal use of the shower during. Soon enough, she served him fully, her mouth and hand working in unison to please him. She had always been skilled from the first moment she had taken him this way, but it had only grown the more time they had spent together. She was a woman who had taken the time to learn what delighted him, and judging by the sounds he began to make for her, delighting him she was.

He enjoyed every second, and let her know with generous sounds and expressions. His hands found her hand and the softness of her cheeks, and he allowed the experience to run its natural course. When he was at the height of his passion, he actually wobbled for just a moment before regaining his balance. He leaned down and his hand found her breast, caressing it carefully as his mind came out of the fog. He noticed at the window, where a slightly astray curtain let in a beam of light from the darkening sky outside, an eye staring at the two of them.

Instead of mentioning it, he pulled Melody back onto the couch and sat beside her, kissing her neck and allowing his hands to wander over her body. He moved up to her ear with his lips as a lone finger found her breast.

“We got ourselves an audience out there.” He said, and chuckled.

“I reckon’ they can watch. Maybe learn a thing or two.” She chuckled and then sighed softly and sweetly as he began to touch her warm body. Perhaps if they were flesh and blood she would have minded more, but in reality probably not. She had never found this act shameful in the slightest. Her own hands moved to him, touching his arms and his chest without interfering with his exploration of her magnificent body.

He chuckled softly, but didn’t say anything else, lost as he was in the nape of her neck. His fingers probed the sensitive parts of her body, traveling down slowly and surely until they reached her womanhood. He started to massage there gently with skilled hands, moving his fingers like he understood every sensation. He was skilled in the art of lovemaking, and he knew the craft like he was a talented creator at work. He moved his fingers in her wetness and breathed on her gently, his eyes moving to the engaged stare from the face in the window.

The eyes retreated when it seemed Andy was directly looking at them, but as they did, Andy could see the lanky young Cletus was their voyeur. It wouldn’t have been completely out of the question that he had never seen a naked woman before - or a naked man built like Andy.

Melody moaned softly as his fingers worked inside of her; her muscles tightened even around them. She was already slick with desire, her body warm and yielding. Her lips found his shoulder as he breathed against her neck and her fingertips began running with a feathery touch up and down his defined spine.

Andy moved down between her legs and mounted kisses on her toned caramel thighs. He too wasn’t bothered by the sweat and the results of their hard work on the train, and he moved her flexible body to give him easier access. He kissed her womanhood slowly and looked up at her, his visible eye meeting her gaze. He was teasing her of course, and making her wait.

“You never told me you knew magic too..”

“Oh I’m full of secrets, darlin’.” She grinned at him, her gaze heated and possessive. She reached behind her, grabbed his hat, and put it on her head. It didn’t fit quite right of course, but she didn’t care. Licking her lips, her fingertips found his jaw.

“See what you can find, why don’t ya?”

“Oh, Lordy.” Andy said, his lips pressing gently against her. “I think I found one already.”

His tongue escaped his mouth and moved slowly over her, hungry, but intensely restrained.

“That the one you mean, Miss?”

Another soft moan passed her full lips and her eyes lidded. She watched him closely, her fingers moving from his jaw and into his hair. “Well I reckon’ that’s one of them.”

Any other day, she likely would have simply barreled him over onto his back and climbed on top of him to get what she wanted, but she was trying to behave and fulfill what his desires were even at the cost of her own. She wasn’t sure how long she would be successful at that particular endeavor, though.

“That the only one you can find?”

“Oh no, Miss Gabriel. I imagine I can touch on every secret you have.” He said, his hand moving up and finding her breast as he licked her again, this time several times, and stopped. He lingered on her for a few more seconds before he put all hesitation aside and used his lips, his tongue, and his fingers in his own magical, skilled way.

His efforts were rewarded immediately with what he desired - a chorus of her pleasured sounds so soft and intimate for him. Her fingers tangled in his black mane, grabbing and pulling now and then simply to communicate her own pleasure. Her dark eyes fluttered open and she saw their little Peeping Tom had returned, his gaze solely fixed on her breasts as they heaved and bounced a bit when she moved her body in reaction to Andy’s attentions. He really was skilled and she enjoyed every benefit from it.

It didn’t take long for him to press her over that edge, leaving her panting and breathless with his face thoroughly wet around his mouth and nose. She leaned back on the couch, her arm over her face and covering her eyes. “Gods above…”

“Secrets ain’t no fun ‘less you share ‘em.” He said, moving his hand over her wetness with impressive, intense quickness that he knew would make her shake and scream. He didn’t smile, but looked at her with that dangerous look in his eye he got when he was laser focused, like a hunter.

The sudden, unexpected assault of his hand and fingers made her yelp and her body jump. Her arm left her face immediately and she grabbed his wrist with impressive strength and speed, but she didn’t try to stop him. She held his gaze, her own fiery and intense and almost challenging in some way. Already so sensitive from finding her peak once, it didn’t take more than a few moments of effort for him to get exactly what he was after. Her core squeezed him tightly and she surged forward, pressing her forehead to his as her eyes closed and she made a mess of the couch underneath her.

“My word…” Cletus murmured from outside and then slapped his hand over his mouth.

Andrei smiled at the reaction, barely registering the words outside. Watching her enjoy his work so intensely clearly excited him, and the mess she had made hadn’t spared him in the slightest. Despite how she had satisfied him earlier, he was stiff again, and fell back onto the floor in front of her, his manhood towering and ready. He knew what she wanted next.

“I think I saw a few more a bit deeper, Miss Gabriel.” He said. “I’m man enough to admit when I might need some help.”

While he spoke, she simply sat there and caught her breath, coming down from the intensity of her release. Looking down at him, she licked her lips, grabbed the hat that had been unseated from her head and put it back on, then slid down on the floor with him.

“Aw, darlin’, you know I’m always happy to help ya.” Wearing nothing but the hat, she moved over top of him and grabbed his length in her hand. She gave a few circles of her thumb to his tip for added measure, and then slowly guided him up while sliding herself down. She was being playful, but the sensation of him entering her already tender, very tight womanhood made her moan out. Still, she wasn’t nearly ready to be done with him. Her hands found his chest where she braced herself and she began to move on him slowly to repay the favor of all of his teasing earlier.

As she got on top of him, he moaned as well, and closed his eyes as he felt her guiding him into her tight center. His hands found her hips, and he restrained himself from controlling the pace. She was doing what she did so well, as was he.

“Seems I found the right cowgirl.” He said, his accent faltering as his fingers electrified the skin on her sides and back.

When she heard his accent falter, she grinned slightly and seemed to even reward it by increasing her speed on top of him. It was a small triumph for her, in a way. She leaned over him to capture his lips with her own while pausing the pointed up and down motion. Instead she began to roll her hips very slowly, working herself down each inch of him at an agonizingly teasing pace while her lips remained locked with his in a heated kiss. The swirling motion hit every spot both inside of her and on his manhood with how she did it; a favorite maneuver when she wanted to hear him.

He gave her what she wanted instantly, offering sounds of ecstatic pleasure with an almost agonizing longing for more, harder, faster. His hands found her hips and he willed them to remain still. There was no need to spoil the intense pleasure of the moment with too much aggression. He sighed, he cursed, and he flexed his muscles, jumping inside her and moving his hips to aid her motions like a dance.

This time, she didn’t obey his touch and instead continued to work herself down until she had buried every single inch of his largesse inside of her silken depths. It was only then that she had held still and shifted to lie on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she began to exchange kisses with him; some were fiery and passionate, some were sweet and tender and coupled with a gentle caress to his face. It was possessive yet loving, her care for him showing through.

Eventually, she pushed herself back up and began to move again. She started slow at first, but wasted little time in granting him the force and speed which he yearned for. She moved with the same skill she danced with, her motions fluid and flawless. She knew him, she knew exactly what he liked and when he liked it. She didn’t gloat nor advertise that fact, but it was blatantly obvious. She moaned for him, sang for him, her nails left little marks of her possession of his body as they often did. She listened to his breathing and his sounds, felt the way his powerful hips moved under her and the way his fingers started to dig in harder against her flesh. She pulled his hand up and filled them with her breasts, wanting to feel him squeeze her there.

When she knew he was close, she shifted the angle of her body so his manhood pressed and rubbed inside of her a certain way. She didn’t often do this - especially when he had already coaxed her to that particular peak - but she wanted him to feel her passion and love for him; she wanted to comfort him through her body. She held his gaze and as she felt his warmth finally filling and spreading into her core, she let out a final cry and met his release with another intense one of her own that soaked his thighs and the floor.

She practically collapsed onto him, her body trembling violently and her fingers curling against his skin as if searching for solidity. “Andrei…”

To say his release had been powerful wouldn’t have covered it, and his hands clung to her as his powerful muscles tightened and she soaked his legs, his stomach, and the floor beneath them. In that moment, when she said his real name, he surged with every feeling he had bottled up inside: passion, sorrow, pleasure, rage, love, and fear. He gave voice to all of it in a single bellow, and then he was silent. His hands thanked her even as they supported her body. He pulled himself out of her, ignoring the mess their bodies had contributed to, and brought her gently beside him on the floor. He held her tight, his strong arms steadying her in desperation as she continued to climax and convulse. His mind filled with horrors, as everything he was avoiding came back to him over and over again. He kissed her forehead and he said nothing.

Lyra willed the control back into her body on hearing Andrei’s cry; the emotion behind it had been startling, but she also understood it very well; it had been similar to her reaction to seeing the pictures he had put out for her of her life from before. She took slow, deep breaths and by the time he kissed her forehead, she was calmed down enough to cuddle into him. Her lips found his shoulder and she began to kiss him there and along his collarbone tenderly. Her arm went around him and she began to gently dance her fingers along his spine. In not looking at him, she gave him privacy to feel all of his feelings and fears while still being right there. Her body was warm and comforting against his. She was very real, she was safe and sound and right there in his arms.

Andrei calmed slowly, knowing that he was with the woman he had chosen over his own family. He wondered what kind of person that made him in the end? Was he good or bad for abandoning his own kin to roll around with his love on the Holodeck. One sniffle was all he allowed before he put the thought to bed. He killed it, and then he looked at her.

“Might be needin’ that bath now, Mel.” He said, and smiled. “Think our friend’ll watch that too?”

Lyra didn’t show the mild disappointment she felt in the slightest as he returned to his persona; she understood it, but she wished he had taken more time. Instead she chuckled and looked toward the window. Not seeing Cletus there, she looked back to Andy and her brows raised.

“I reckon he might have fainted, darlin’. I don’t think he was prepared.” She shifted and moved to get up onto her knees. Her body wobbled a bit, but she corrected for it and slowly started to get up on her feet so she could go to the bath that was still steaming hot - sometimes a few little cheats in the holodeck didn’t hurt after all.

Andy got up and stretched, following after her toward the tub and testing the temperature with his hand.

“I figure he just left after the good part. Poor kid’s never seen anything like us in his life.”

“Maybe… my thought’s more amusin’ though.” Melody smiled and grabbed a rag from the stool by the tub which she dipped into the water and then used to clean herself off from the worst of the evidence of their lovemaking. Even the simple act of washing up sent involuntary shivers up her spine; it had been a long time since she had performed that particular trick twice in one evening for him and she had forgotten how sensitive it left her. Once she finished up, she put the rag down and promptly climbed into the bath where the only indication of the temperature she gave was a pleasant sigh. She had, however, been accused of bathing in hellwater before.

Seeing the wisdom in her method, Andy used a rag to wash himself off first before stepping into the bath as well. The water was perfect, as he was a fan of the heat most people couldnt’ handle. Part of him liked the pain, he supposed. The giant tub, larger than it would have been in the real world, provided enough room for them, as long as they were comfortable with being wrapped up in one another, which they very much were.

“You could go out there like that, naked as the day you were born, an’ that might wake him up.” he said with a chuckle.

Melody waited for him to settle in and then moved to him. She put her back to his chest and settled between his legs, though she wisely reached behind herself to take hold of his manhood and make sure it was well out of the way before she did so; she left it sitting against her bottom. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Maybe, but I think you’d have the same effect, darlin’. He’s probably never seen a real man.”

He chuckled, but didn’t say anything else on the subject. He rested his hand on her stomach, just below her left breast, and the two of them enjoyed the silence and company in the simple, comfortable setting. Eventually, they washed themselves, and were just as generous as always with giving each other a helping hand.

When they had stepped out of the tub, Andy pulled on fresh clothing, including a pair of faded jeans and a dark green Henley shirt which clung tight to his amazingly defined muscles. Pulling on one of Prentice’s cream-colored hats which he’d found on the rack, he turned to his companion.

“Let’s pull this family back together again after our..tragic loss.”

Melody had luck in finding some clothes for herself, a striking green blouse which she paired with a darker wash jean. Her holster belt went around her lithe waist, but she left her tattered hat off and instead pulled her hair back in a simple loose braid. She joined him by the door, gave him a quick kiss, and then walked out of the cabin with him. As they exited, the rest of the group seemed to catch on to what was happening and started to gather around where Andy and Melody had stopped. Eventually they were all there, there was a certain tension in the air, and no one seemed to want to speak up first.

The fire behind the group roared and crackled, adding a subtle natural soundtrack to the silence of the night. Andy didn’t rush to break the silence, but instead looked around at each face, his gaze resting at last on Cletus.

“It’s true what y’all heard. Bill, Prentice, Cooks, and Sunny didn’t make it back with us. We went ahead and collected quite a prize, but that don’t make it any easier. But now they’re gone, we need to pick a new leader.”

“I reckon it should be Jacob,” one of the older men spoke up and leaned on the porch of one of the nearby cabins. “Been ‘ere the longest.”

There were several murmurs of agreement, then another man spoke up. “Jacob’s never had the mind for planning’ though. Sorry, Jacob, you know that’s true.”

Cletus was looking between Andy and Melody as he stood there, the front of his pants was straining slightly. “Wh-what about Miss Gabriel?”

His eyes lingered on Melody, then shifted nervously over to Andy. Obviously what he had seen had left an impression, but he was a smart enough young man to be afraid of the much bigger man. The whole thing had a strange innocence about it, really.

Chuckling, Melody shook her head. “That’s sweet, Cletus, but not really for me. I reckon Mr. Slade would be the best choice. He’s got a good head for such things.”

It was always more interesting to see how things played out before having to apply pressure, so Andy listneed to the group speak, noting who spoke up and who didn’t. They were short good fighting men, and the options were slim. When Cletus, still at half mast, looked between them and suggested Melody, he smiled at her, finding he didn’t mind the idea at all. He put a hand on the small of her back.

“I reckon the two of us can make a team thing of it.” He found himself saying. “We fit together like two peas in a pod, and we know how to get the damn job done.”

He looked over at the group of six women who ranged from older women who had rode with the gang for years and younger ones that had just joined up for protection and adventure. Among them, Melody was the only woman that used her guns for anything but self defense. The rest of them cooked, cleaned, organized, conned, and provided man’s favorite entertainment. He smiled charmingly at them.

“What do y’all think, ladies?”

Lyra was rather surprised to hear Andrei say those words. Usually even in their play, he was the one who wanted to play leader with the exception of if she were showing him something new. She decided not to read too much into it even if she wanted to and just accepted it here.

The women had naturally gathered together and looked at each other for a moment; naturally, they were their own little community inside the larger one. They didn’t seem to need to speak to communicate their thoughts to each other and finally one of the older women looked back to Andy and Melody and spoke up.

“Could do with a woman’s touch around here with a man’s. We like Miss Gabriel.”

Melody chuckled softly and then looked up to Andy, her hand reaching out to touch his. “Well, what do ya say, darlin’? Shall we do this together?”

Andy nodded, his hand finding the white hat on his head and tipping it slightly. Somehow, it looked quite wrong on him, like a man wearing a bonnet.

“We shall.” He said to her, and then turned to the gang again. “The old gang keeps rollin’ on. It’s sad what happened to our friends, but we’re gonna keep up the tradition. There’s men to rob and cheat out here, and our train-ownin’ benefactor is going to be mighty sore at us, I reckon. Get some sleep. Ya might need it.”

He grabbed Melody’s hand and laced his fingers with hers shamelessly. Then, turning back to the cabin in the center of camp, they started back together.

“I could use a nap myself.” Melody chuckled as they walked back into the cabin together. She reached up to rub her shoulder slightly and let out a soft sigh. “Are we stayin’ here tonight, darlin’? I don’t mind.”

Andrei considered the question for a moment. He had been hesitant to leave this fantasy, not only because it was entertaining, especially with Lyra present, but also because it allowed him to escape the confines of his own real life and its real sorrows.

Andy smiled then as he closed the door behind him.

“That’d be mighty nice.”

“Then stay we shall.” Melody’s hand came up to remove his hat while the other arm wrapped around his shoulders. Her lips found his, and she kissed him once more.

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