Ria was cold. The chill from the winds not only froze her hands and feet, but seemed to be extending their expertise by stealing the warmth from her senses as well. She couldn’t tell north from south and that worried her. A lot.
Her gelding whinnied even as she looked for a sanctuary; any place where she could rest her head and defend her anatomy from the cold. Lady luck wasn’t on her side that night, however. Ria couldn’t seem to spot even a tree to hide under within a three-hundred mile radius. Damn it all. She was going to kick the bucket and no one would find her body till the summer, most probably. Not a single soul around these parts would be able to identify her frost-bitten body. The very thought of that sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. As if she wasn’t suffering enough.
And then she saw it, her eyes drinking in the sight of the cabin like a man lost in a desert guzzling new-found water. Ria just hoped that the inhabitants of the household would be nice enough to put her up for the night, be it in their stable or bedroom. She didn’t care. She just wanted a liaison with sleep. Even her eyelids begged for it as she dragged herself across the terrain. She didn’t know if it was the hunger or the cold that made her drowsy, but one thing was for sure, she wouldn’t end up as some unidentified frozen slab of meat on the sheriff’s doorstep.
Debra spotted the intruder as he trudged across her land, one hand guiding his mount and the other deep in his pockets. He was a rather small man, but Debbie wasn’t stupid. She grabbed her rifle and waited for him behind the front door. She knew his type. Loners, wanderers who came into town and visited women at night just to indulge themselves for the nights alone they had spent on whatever trail they followed. Yes, she knew his type and she hated them. The very thought of a perverted fool lurking behind her front door made her pull the hammer back, just in case.
He knocked. Just two light taps, as though he didn’t have the energy to tap the customary three. ‘Ha!’ she thought. She wasn’t born yesterday. With her weapon balanced in one hand, she flung the door open with the other and took a good, long look at her man before he collapsed into a heap in front of her.
Debbie leaned over and caught him before he could fully hit the ground. In the process, she found herself pulled down by his weight. Sheesh. Was he heavy. A woman accustomed to rough work, Debbie hauled the man up, onto his feet. She’d already decided that he’d be of no harm to her for any man who would faint at a woman’s feet was not a man to be feared.
She dragged him inside, the warmth of the cabin forming a cocoon around them. Whatever was she going to do with him? She supposed she could let him stay; booting him out on his unconscious ass would be quite a mean thing to do. Debbie sighed as she stepped out to tend to the horse that the man had dragged with him.
She tied the gelding to the stables out back, where she tied her own dapple-gray mare. She even fed it some of the sweet carrots which she’d plucked from the garden on the way out. Once she was sure that the horses were well and settled, the hurried into the cabin and out of the biting cold.
He was still lying where she’d left him. That wasn’t a good sign. She leaned down and checked his pulse. Alive. Good. Debbie then proceeded to take of the man’s cloak and boots, for the moisture from the winds had condensed on them, soaking them through. The stranger moaned. She froze.
With quick movements, she discarded the cloak and pulled off the man’s hat. Long, dark and lustrous black hair uncoiled itself from a weakly fashioned bun at the back of the man’s neck. No, no. Not man, woman. Woman.
Debbie laughed at herself. How could she have made such a mistake? It was quite obvious the stranger was a female from her eyes. They were almond shaped and were fringed with very feminine lashes but their colour, however, was a mystery. The pain in them had dimmed their colour just before she had fainted.
It would be so much easier with a woman, Debbie decided. She wouldn’t have to stay awake all night just in case the man wakes up and attacks her. What the woman needed was warmth and that, Debbie could offer her. She added a log to the hearth that heated the dining and living room then half carried, half dragged the woman to the bed adjacent to the kitchen.
Debbie gave the woman a sponge bath of hot water and force fed her some broth left over from supper just to warm her hands and feet. Eventually, when the woman’s breathing slowed and the tension in her body eased, Debbie let herself drift off into slumber on the large wicker chair near the bed.
The next thing she felt was sunlight caressing her body, cajoling her to rouse for the day. Debbie started to turn her head away from the nagging stray ray of sunlight, but she gasped and opened her eyes instead. Shit. Pain diffused through her body in spurts. She had a crick in her neck from sleeping on the chair all night. Which reminded her of the woman, who unfortunately wasn’t where Debbie had put her. Dammit.
Debbie checked the drawers first. Her money was still there and her gold was untouched, too. Interesting. So the woman just up and left without a word of thanks? Oh well. Debbie guessed she could live with the ungratefulness the world breed these days.
She had to eat her words a few minutes later when she spotted the woman outside, chopping firewood in the cold. Debbie made a move to call her back when she saw that the pile of wood meant for heating the cabin had dwindled to the final few. It was Debbie’s turn to feel grateful. She started coffee.
Ria caught the tantalizing whiffs of caffeine that the wind blew towards her and decided that she had cut enough wood for the week, at least. She was extremely grateful to the woman for helping her and felt obliged to help her out for the time being.
‘Hello,’ Ria waved to the woman cheerfully when she saw her leaning out the window.
‘Hey,’ Debbie called back. ‘You’re looking good!’
‘Well, thanks to you, of course. I’d probably be part of an icicle without you. I’m Ria by the way,’ she introduced and since she was close enough now, offered a hand to the woman.
‘Debbie,’ the woman replied and extended her hand. They felt the friction just as their hands met. It was like lightning, an energy that passed between them. Both women felt it, but neither acknowledged it. Remaining silent, Debbie poured coffee into two tin cups and offered Ria one. They sat at the old wooden table and savoured the bitter-sweet liquid in silence.
Every couple of minutes or so, Ria would look up and smile at Debbie and Debbie would return the friendly gesture. But that was it, the gesture wasn’t strictly friendly. It held, promises and secrets and god knows what. Ria was quite shy all of a sudden. Debbie was beautiful and Ria became quite insecure of her lack. She wasn’t pretty; had black hair and eyes a nondescript shade of brown. Debbie on the other hand, was blonde and gifted with eyes the colour of the sky when storm clouds rolled in. Though Ria might be bigger in build, her ‘plainness’ could never compete with Debbie’s beauty.
‘Thank you for coffee,’ Ria managed past the lump in her throat. Something was happening to her. The blood in her veins seem to be pumping harder than hell and there was a tight burning inside her. Maybe it was the way Debbie was looking at her. She felt as though the woman’s gray eyes were sending mute signals. Sexual signals. Ria didn’t like it one bit.
Debbie was hoarding similar thoughts. She didn’t like the way Ria was looking at her. All shy and sweet yet somehow, very, very sexual. She didn’t want this. She didn’t need this. And for that reason alone, she ignored whatever she felt and stood up, clearing the table.
Ria knew the exact moment that Debbie had shut herself off. She had seen the swift change in her eyes, for then, they had become cold and unfeeling. Her pride was pricked. If it was cold Debbie wanted, then it would be cold she would get.
Admitting that she had to get back on the trail that night, she vowed to Debbie that she would help her with a few other chores before she left. The landlady refused, but Ria was unperturbed. Debbie might be unfeeling, but she had saved Ria’s life. By the end of the day, Ria had hunted down three deer that were Debbie’s for keeping.
She was invited to stay for dinner. Ria wanted to refuse, but found herself agreeing instead. This mean, soft-hearted woman intrigued her too much.
Dinner was a simple offering of potatoes and chicken with a sauce that could match the honey from a beehive in heaven. Even her mother couldn’t cook that well!
As expected, dinner proceeded in silence. It was when Debbie got up to clear the dishes that the none-too-familiar ache within Ria started again. She watched the sensuous movement of Debbie’s hips and the casual grace she displayed as she scrubbed the dishes in a basin full of frigid water. Ria’s mouth was watering now, and it wasn’t because of food. Frustrated with herself, she stormed to windowsill and sat, silent.
Debbie was acutely aware of the woman watching her. She didn’t like it, but the feelings that Ria’s gaze was eliciting in her body were undeniable. Debbie wanted the woman and she didn’t give a damn about that desire.
When the dishes were stacked and the stove clean, Ria stood up and murmured her farewell, claiming that she had to leave urgently.
Debbie felt disappointment wash over her in waves. Oh well, she told herself. It had been rather nice meeting Ria and Debbie told her so.
No one knew what happened in the next few seconds, but all Ria remembered was that one moment Debbie was walking her to the door and the next minute she was pinned against it, her mouth being devoured by a yellow-haired nymph. She fought it. It was wrong. And yet, Ria grabbed her and kissed her back, tongues intertwining, moans blending with sighs. God, but Debbie was sweet. Like the purest honey, she embroidered Ria’s senses until she couldn’t process a thought at all.
Ria let her hands roam. From the softness of Debbie’s neck, to the curve of her bottom, Ria explored the delights in store for her. Debbie moaned. That sound told Ria everything she needed to know. Grabbing fistfulls of Debbie’s shirt, she tore the rough, linen material from her body, leaving Debbie with only a chemise covering her splendid nudity. Debbie choked back cries of pleasure as Ria licked, then slowly nipped the cord pulsing vigorously against her collarbone. By this time, Debbie was clinging onto Ria as though she were her lifeline; her saviour.
Somehow, they had made it to the bedroom, without once breaking the kiss. Ria paused to turn down the covers as Debbie took the time to rid herself of her troublesome clothing. Completely nude, she sashayed towards Ria, seduction in her every gesture. Her blonde hair curled about her in wild disarray, adding to the image of a wild, brazen temptress. She grabbed her stunned partner and kissed her once more, rekindling the fire that had flared as hot as hellfire between them. Ria loved Debbie’s boldness, but she wanted the woman shaking like a leaf in her arms before she took her.
Debbie’s nipples hardened almost painfully when Ria’s searching fingers found and tweaked them. She let out a growl of pure desire and bit Ria’s shoulder. In retaliation, the bigger woman pushed Debbie onto the bed and covered her body fully, taking her chance to bite her hardened nipple. Debbie’s back arched off the bed as the pleasure inside her built uncontrollably. Ria’s hands travelled lower, over soft mounds and valleys before they found their ultimategoal: Debbie’s female delta.
Ria stroked the surface of Debbie’s lovelips once, twice, making circles around them and deliciously edging further into her womanhood with each strong stroke. Debbie was beside herself with ecstasy.
‘God,’ she breathed. ‘Don’t stop, honey. Shit, deeper. Faster!’ she commanded even though Ria was determined to set her own pace in the ritual. Ria responded by inserting her long middle finger into Debbie’s sweetness, feeling the woman thrash deliciously under her. It was all about Debbie now. Ria drew her finger out and inserted it again and again and again. She watched as Debbie started screaming her pleasure. Ria doubled the intensity of her tender assault. In and out her fingers delved until with one final thrust, Debbie’s body became taut and little hiccups formed at the back of her throat. She came like honey, wild and pure, Ria thought to herself as Debbie’s eyelids fluttered closed. Ria’s body was aching for this woman, but Debbie needed her rest; it had been a long day.
And so, with a final sigh, Ria pulled the covers over both of them, put her arms around Debbie and slept.
She awoke with the most pleasurable of sensations taking control of her body. Her hips were undulating against her will, and a beautiful spitfire was kneeling between her legs, lapping her up like a cat.
‘Debbie…’ Ria breathed. ‘You don’t have to do this – God, that feels good,’ she shouted when Debbie found her pleasure spot. Ria was out of thought and out of her mind; she couldn’t think except for the heat inside her, waiting to be released.
Debbie tasted Ria, savouring the bitter sweet juices on her tongue as though it was liquid honey. In and out she delved, her tongue doubling its intensity until Ria finally bathed Debbie’s face in her juices. Dammit, she was sweet.
Ria lay spent and totally satisfied as Debbie cuddled next to her and gave her a long, sensuous kiss. Then promptly, she rolled onto her side and fell asleep. Only Ria remained awake.
‘What was she going to do now?’ she wondered as she cocooned Debbie in her arms and stared out the window. It was more than sex, she knew. There was something between them that worried her. She didn’t like to stay in one place for too long, for she knew the consequences of that. Then again, she felt that somehow, this was different. Debbie made it different. She leaned down and nuzzled the woman’s neck and felt her stir and swat at her irritably. Ria smiled. She was content; would just have to worry about her problems in the morning.
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