"Hey, just because I know about 'em don't mean I know about 'em, you know?" he countered.
Actually that made no sense at all but even so Caroline knew what he was trying to say.
"Fair enough, you got a point. I know a lot of things I have never ever done," Caroline shrugged, "Or even saw done."
Brendan did not like the whole idea of welts on a person, there she agreed completely, "I know and to think, some fools pay for it to happen. Guess goes ta show ya, the world has all kinds of folk in it."
She now brought up a childhood memory, one that could have ended very badly but she was wise enough not to fall for it.
"If I'd been there, I would'a knocked the living daylights outta him. Or tried, anyway," he declared.
"I know you woulda, but you'd have had to beat my pa to it," she grinned.
"I change my clothes plenty, thanks a lot. Mrs. Wigfall's real good about gettin' my laundry. Guess she knows that's the only way she can get my clothes off me." He smirked a little and motioned to himself. "But you can take my clothes off whenever you want, Miss Mundee."
"Maybe I should take you up on that? It's not I will see anything I haven't already seen before ya know. But........I gotta admit I do enjoy that view alright," she pointed out.
"You like the view, huh?" Brendan eyed Caroline with a half smile. "You wanna see more? You won the bet so you tell me what you want." He stood up and slipped out of his suspenders, then dropped to his knees in front of Caroline. They normally undressed all the way because they both liked looking at the other's body. But Caroline was in charge tonight, so there was no telling what they might get up to.
"What are you in the mood for tonight? Nothin'? Somethin'? Everythin'?" He looked up at her with a sort of half-lazy, half-puppydog expression and his hands crept up to rest on her legs. Sometimes he still couldn't believe that life had dropped Caroline in Kalispell instead of putting her on some stage back east, but he was sure glad of it.
"You like the view, huh?" Brendan eyed Caroline with a half smile.
"Most of the time, cept when yer drunk as a skunk," she smirked, she should talk, he'd seen her deep in her cups more than once.
"You wanna see more? You won the bet so you tell me what you want." He stood up and slipped out of his suspenders, then dropped to his knees in front of Caroline.
"How am I gonna undress you when yer on yer knees?" she frowned.
"What are you in the mood for tonight? Nothin'? Somethin'? Everythin'?" He looked up at her with a sort of half-lazy, half-puppydog expression and his hands crept up to rest on her legs.
"Nothin', now that's boring," she instantly eliminated the first option.
"Ya know, I think I'm in a givin' mood. But for what I'm thinkin' of givin' ya, you need to be the one standing up and I'll be on my knees," she hinted though it should be obvious to Bailey where she was going with this.
Now that got Brendan's attention. Like most cowboys, he was led by his body more often than his brain, and Caroline's suggestion appealed to both his body and his brain. He got to his feet and locked eyes with Caroline, unable to maintain a nonchalant attitude. "I oughta lose bets to you more often if it puts you in this good a mood."
His hands flew instinctively to the waistband of his pants. He let them fall to his knees, and he'd started to work the buttons on his shirt and the chest of his union suit when he paused and looked down at Caroline. "You wanna undress me first?"
Honestly, he didn't care whether he was dressed for this or not. But Caroline had said she liked the view, and she was going to be getting a pretty close-up view so he might as well let her stare at his body instead of the faded wool of his union suit.
Brendan got to his feet and locked eyes with her, unable to maintain a nonchalant attitude. "I oughta lose bets to you more often if it puts you in this good a mood."
"The bet was to make it interestin' out there. Now I figured we were interested in somethin' else," Caroline smirked.She simply could not imagine he'd turn her down. Besides, she'd never done this for him before. What was the old sayin'? Variety is the spice of life?
His hands flew instinctively to the waistband of his pants. He let them fall to his knees, and he'd started to work the buttons on his shirt and the chest of his union suit when he paused and looked down at Caroline. "You wanna undress me first?"
"Oh fer cryin' out loud, what are you? A little kid? Mommy needs to undress you?" it was now quite obvious the woman did not get off on this part of the foreplay, "Just take it all off. I'll do the same."
And with that ringing in his ears, they both hurriedly stripped down to their birthday suits. It wasn't like they'd never seen each other naked before.
There were many things Brendan could have said in response to Caroline's jibe about wanting to be undressed like a child, but Brendan was not about to jeopardize the special treatment Caroline was offering. He simply raised an eyebrow and grinned as if to suggest that he and Caroline ought to try undressing each other sometime, and wasted no more time in slipping out of his clothes.
There was certainly much to admire about the view, as Caroline called it. Brendan was handsome, and he knew it. Handsome, tall, and strong, and still tan, since the one season he'd spent working inside at the butcher shop hadn't been enough to dull the bronze of his face, neck, and torso. (Like most cowboys and farmers, the rest of him was shockingly pale, but most women overlooked that.)
He stood there, holding his shirt in one hand as he stopped to stare at Caroline's petite but shapely body, her golden hair, and her perfect mouth. That perfect mouth that was going to...he swallowed hard at the thought, trying not to give in to his arousal too early. He stepped closer to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think you're gonna make me lose my mind...in a good way."
Caroline never tired of the view of this strong vibrant young man. On occasion she missed Lieutenant Green still but really this was the sort of man she was more comfortable with, someone down to her common level. Greene had been a social class above her and though he had wanted marriage, she would have never agreed to it. He had deserved someone better than her. She could hardly imagine the horror which his rich family would have regarded upon his presenting her to them. And then when they found out what she did for a living. To many folk, saloon girl and hooker were the same thing. Lowest of the low.
On the other hand, in a way, Caroline and Brendan deserved each other. She considered that to be a good thing though not an insult.
As her eyes ran up and down that desirable body of his Brendan spoke as he stepped closer and reached for a loose tendril of her hair, "I think you're gonna make me lose my mind...in a good way."
She smiled, "You have a mind? Why did you not ever tell me this, I had no idea."
Then she took his outstretched hand and also located the other one too, guiding them until she placed them directly upon her breasts.
"Should we get this started? Why don't you get me all warmed up?" she asked but was it really even a question. It was certainly not about the temperature in the room.
"Most people don't know I got a mind." Brendan grinned a little, but most of his attention was on Caroline and her body.
As Caroline guided his hands to her breasts, Brendan looked down at her almost in wonder. She was so petite, so perfect, and he got to be with her and touch her. And touch her he did as he cupped her breasts gently. He worked in slow circles with his thumbs, getting ever closer to her nipples.
He leaned down to kiss her and bit down gently on her lip, at the same time brushing both his thumbs over her nipples. He knew his way around women's bodies well enough to know what would probably get Caroline warmed up, even if he didn't know specifically what Caroline liked best yet.
But that was what nights like tonight were for: exploring each other's bodies and finding out what made each of them tick.
OOC: Yeesh, didn't realize this much time passed since you last posted. My fault, lost track of it. Actually sadly I do that enough in my other games at times too. Maybe it's time to keep a notebook and list all the posts I need to reply to.
IC: Brendan did a fine job of it whether he realized it or not. His touch, his lips all over her breasts, his nipple play - it was wonderful and Caroline sighed contentedly while she let him go to town. Her nipples became firm nubs and she was wet. So of course it only seemed fair for her to keep to her implied promise. Soon enough she was doing her very best with her mouth ministering to his already aroused member. Now this was something she was hardly an expert at, only her second time ever really. But she was not lacking enthusiasm and truth was it didn't take much to turn on this lover.
With both of them in such a state of arousal, it was inevitable they moved on to the act itself. Caroline spread her legs and let him get on top. Soon they were both rocking the mattress springs with their lust. Caroline moaned and what few words escaped her mouth were only to urge him on, "Yes! Harder! Yes!"
It all felt so damned good, if only it could last forever.
ooc: If you want to take it to 'fade to black', OK with me. :)