Outlaws to the End (HotCider & heartofcourage)

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth watched Ian with a raised eyebrow and a long sigh. Shaking her head as he doubled down on entertaining the child, she finished the last of her coffee and placed the jug aside.

“Breakfast was lovely, but I think I’m going to catch a shower. I feel like a swamp creature.” She said as she stood and dipped back down to press a kiss against Ian’s cheek. “Please try and behave. Or at least don’t make Nancy kick you out.”

She left the little family then, ducking back across the way into the small apartment that she and Ian had shared the night before. It was only a matter of moments before she had stripped down and was standing beneath the glorious blast of hot water, letting the shower wash away any remnants of her dunk in the river.

 

[HotCider]

Ian smiled impishly when Elizabeth kissed his cheek. His eyes followed her out of the kitchen. He was going to allow her to have a head start. Nancy grumbled at the stove, “She should have taken you with her. Are you not going to wash up before your long ride, Ian?”

Ian playfully raised an arm and gave his pit a good whiff. “Aah, I think I’m good.”

Pastor Davis was next to cover his mouth to hide his laughter from his wife. Chris was having a giggle fit, while Amy whined, “Ew! Mom! Tell Ian to stop being nasty!”

Nancy turned from the stove and carried the hot pan over to the table. She used her spatula to scrape off some cakes before she deposited them upon the plate at the center of the table. She faced Ian waving her spatula at him. “Ian Darcy, if you don’t stop putting your ill-manners in my children’s heads…” she threatened.

Ian showed his palms in surrender and scooted back his chair. “All right; all right; I’ll go wash.”

He rose from his chair and left the kitchen. As soon as he was outside the Davis home, he eagerly jogged over to the guest house he and Elizabeth stayed in. He quietly opened the door and listened for the hiss of the shower water. Cracking a naughty grin, he closed the door behind him and crept over to the bathroom, undressing as he went. He dropped his pants and undid his plaid shirt. Once he was at the bathroom door, he cracked it open to peer inside at Elizabeth. He waited until she started washing her face to sneak within. Ian crossed the room and stepped into the shower behind her. He ran his fingers through her red-dyed hair, gathering her mane within his hands. He started massaging her scalp and pulled her hair gently to the side to expose her neck. He leaned down and kissed it, kneading his lips against her damp, creamy flesh.

One hand released her hair. His arm hooked around her waist, pulling her back against him until she could feel his hard, gradually levitating cock against her taut bottom.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth had spent a long moment soaking in the hot water before she set about scrubbing the river off her skin. Grabbing the bar of soap, she lathered up the sweet-smelling suds and washed her face. It was then that she noticed someone was lurking around the apartment. Turning to squint through the splash of water and the soap, she noticed Ian slipping into the shower behind her.

"Couldn't stay away, could you?" Elizabeth asked as he gathered her wet hair in his hands and kissed her naked shoulder.

When he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his naked body, she couldn't help the small gasp of surprise as she felt his cock pressing against her. Of course, he'd be getting hard. What red-blooded man wouldn't in that situation?

"You know, since we're married...maybe it would be alright if we messed around now," Elizabeth murmured, her voice deep and husky as she ground her bottom against him experimentally. "It wouldn't be sinning anymore."

 

[HotCider]

Ian allowed Elizabeth’s hair to fall wet and heavily against her back as he lowered his other hand. He turned his lips to her ear and muttered, “I told you once we’re married, the gloves are off.”

His fingers brushed down her flat stomach and pelvis. His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers inserting between her folds and spreading them wide. He fed his rod into her tight pussy, baring his teeth and rumbling a little as he bucked into her, forcing her wide open. Once he was in the door, Ian released his cock to grasp a handful of her ass cheek, gripping it as he felt the hot streams running across it. It had felt so warm and malleable within his large and rough hand. Everything about Elizabeth had felt good as though he had been deprived of touching her for too long.

Ian thrust deeper inside her. His hips pounding against her rump and enjoying how her cheeks quivered. He was pressing her up against the shower wall. His other hand slipped between her legs, grasping her inner thigh, while his thumb pressed against her button. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside,” Ian sighed in content. “Do you miss me?”

 

[heartofcourage]

The skin under Ian's hand quivered as he slipped a hand down her belly and between her thighs. The moment that his fingers split her lips, she let out a hot moan. The calloused feeling of his fingers against the smooth and delicate skin set her body on fire. Her skin took on a red hue as she was tilted forward the slightest bit and the blunt head of his cock pressed into her.

"Oh, God." The gasp was loud in her ears, almost obscene sounding as he bucked against her.

One hand braced against the tiles of the shower while the other moved to grip his hip tightly, her nails digging in slightly as he rode her. There was no other word for it. He was thrusting against her without stopping, demanding her pleasure as they consummated their marriage. The sound of his skin slapping against her own was absolutely delicious. A hand cupped her bottom, squeezing it until she squealed as she found herself pressed fully against the cool tiles. His hot breath brushed over her ear as he teased her mercilessly.

"Yes..." She whimpered as he asked if she missed him. "Fuck, yes."

 

[HotCider]

“I missed the sounds you make,” Ian told her before snagging the shell of her ear lightly between his teeth. His hand slid from her bottom to the back of her thigh, hiking her leg up as he felt his fattening cock fill her. Her walls sucked on him like a lollipop. She hadn’t had to say anything or make any sounds to confirm her body’s desire. His other hand reached up to grasp her tit, cupping it and squeezing it firmly.

“See what you’ve gone and done? All this waitin’ has made me crazy. I bet this was your plan all along.”

Ian started sawing away inside her. His cock, lubricated by her juices, slurping in and out of her. His pelvis continued to clap against her bottom, harder and with a swift intensity. He started panting like an animal, grinning from how good it felt as hot water ran over his head, matting his dark hair into his eyes. Ian bit the back of her shoulder next, clenching her skin between his teeth as he uttered a pleased growl. He was bucking into her so hard, she could feel herself being forced up the shower wall, practically bouncing upon his meaty spear.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth was absolutely overwhelmed as it felt that Ian was everywhere at once. Biting at her ear, cupping her breast, and squeezing it tightly. She couldn't deny that he was in complete control of the situation and she was along for the ride.

The moment that his teeth bit into the soft flesh of her shoulder, Elizabeth nearly screamed. Skin slicked by the water and soap of the shower slid along the cold tiles as Ian's hips pounded against her. Both of her hands planted on either side of her face, cheek pressed against the tiles as she seized and came. Her moan of pleasure was so loud that she swore everyone could hear her. It didn't matter. She wanted Ian and he was giving her everything that she could have asked for and more.

 

[HotCider]

Ian felt her clench him tight and heard her cry amplified in the bathroom. His cheeks blushed some as he paused and looked around as though expecting Nancy, Pastor Davis, and the kids to come running. “Damn, girl,” he said with a laugh. He felt her go lax and her hot juices spilling down his balls. He rested his hand against the back of her head and leaned forward to take her lips in his. He captured her bottom lip before passing his tongue into her mouth, spreading her teeth as it coiled and tangoed with her own. His tongue pressed against her cheek, filling it before he pulled back with the noisy smack of their kiss breaking.

“Come on ‘round here,” Ian told her. His cock slid out of her, and he turned her so that her back was against the shower wall. He stepped closer, capturing her lips once more as he pressed against her until their hips were together. He took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers and planted it next to her head.

Resting his forehead against hers, Ian closed his eyes, savoring her touch until an amused grin cracked on his face as he recalled something she had said the other night. “Who was howlin’ again?” he asked jokingly.

 

[heartofcourage]

Being married had given her a brand new man. If he was going to kill her one day, it was going to be just like this. Her skin was flushed a rosy hue of pink, hair matted against her back as the water coursed down over the both of them. Soft little gasps of pleasure still came from between her lips as she simply floated. Never in her life had she ever imagined that being with someone could feel like this. If she had known, she would have done it years before.

She let out a sigh as Ian leaned in and captured her lips with his own. His tongue demanded entry, gaining it with little resistance. Elizabeth whimpered heatedly as his tongue twirled against her own, imitating the little intimate dance that was happening much lower at the moment. When he pulled away with a smack, she tried to follow, her blue eyes fluttering open to stare at him.

"Not yet..." She whimpered as Ian pulled free from her body, turning her so that she was facing him with her back against the wall.

He crowded her again, pressing against her from hip to shoulders as he kissed her. Her hand came to rest against his cheek as he captured her other hand and pressed up against the wall by her face. He didn't go far this time when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against her own and grinning like a fool.

"Well, you're the one who did this," Elizabeth said as her entire face turned red when Ian joked about how vocal she was being. "And I can't help it with you biting me like that. If you left a mark, I swear..."

 

[HotCider]

Her fingers felt the neglected, coarse hair that covered his jaw. It had been a while since Ian had a decent shave, and he would get the best shave of his life in Las Vegas.

“And if I did?” Ian challenged mischievously regarding the mark. He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He stole her lips again, and the hand that had been bound within her own dropped to her leg. Both of Ian’s hands grasped Elizabeth’s legs behind the knees and hiked them up, spreading her eagle. He manipulated his hips, pressing the smooth, velvet head of his cock against her slobbering entrance. His member forced its way through, slipping down her second throat until his pelvis crashed against her own and sac slapped against her.

Ian released her lips as he bowed his head and bared his teeth like an animal. Elizabeth had made him feel so horny that he didn’t care they were on a Christian family’s property. He didn’t care how loud she cried or how long their shower took. He wanted to savor the ecstatic moment with his wife.

Ian once again went for her neck, kissing her skin. His rough beard scraping along her pristine flesh.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth slid across the slick tiles once more as Ian hiked her knees up and apart to expose her. She let out a surprised gasp that was silenced by his lips. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders to steady herself as he maneuvered back into her body with stunning precision. The low moan that came from Elizabeth’s throat had her shaking. He was well and truly fucking her. There was no other term that fit. Ian Darcy was a man possessed and he wouldn’t stop until both she and him were well fucked.

“Ian. Jesus.” She gasped as he bared his teeth like a wild animal, attacking her throat.

His beard scraped at her skin, leaving reddened marks behind. If anyone saw her neck after that moment, she was sure that they would know just what the two of them had been up to. She held on though, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as the sounds of their flesh smacking together rang loudly in the tiled space.

 

[HotCider]

Ian eased his head back as he felt the pressure building in his loins, causing his breath to increase. He was panting as though he were at the last seconds of an all-out sprint. He bucked once more into her, pressing hard against her pelvis as his cock blasted its hot semen into her tunnel.

“Oh god,” Ian moaned. “It’s so much better inside you.”

He had almost forgotten what her pussy felt like. He might have been acting a little over-dramatic about having not had sex with her in a while, but they used to do it often. All the drama and changing atmosphere had slowed them down and now that they were married and on their way to their final destination, Ian felt as though everything was back to normal.

Ian bowed his head as hot water continued to pour over it. His chest swelled and sank with his deep breaths. He allowed one of Elizabeth’s legs to drop as he rested his forearm next to her head. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “You done pretendin’ to be a good girl?” he asked.

 

[heartofcourage]

He sounded like he was about to pass out as he thrust into her as quickly as he could. When he came, she was pressed hard against the tiles, his cum blasting into her like a cannon. She shivered at the sensation, eyes wide as he proudly proclaimed that fucking her was better than going at it alone.

"Well, I would hope that it is." She said softly as Ian bowed his head and kissed her, letting one of her legs down so she could stand on her own again. "After all, you chose to chain yourself to me for the rest of eternity. I'd like to think that sex with me is all it's cracked up to be and more."

"Of course I'm a good girl. You're bad enough for both of us. I was just trying to get clean for the train and you had to come in and ravish me." Elizabeth murmured, daring to tease him back as he kissed her within an inch of her life.

 

[HotCider]

Ian rested for a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure. A slow grin cracked on his face at her playful teasing. Once he felt he had gathered himself, he leaned back, pushing off his forearm until his hand was posted next to her head. He allowed her to see his exaggerated eye roll at her fussing.

“Oh, wah, wah, wah,” he teased. He stroked his hand back through her red hair, habitually glancing at her blonde roots. He continued to intimately stroke her head, and then eventually cupped the side of her cheek within his heated palm. He kissed her pink lips once more before he lowered her other leg. His other hand grasped her hip, squeezing it as he sucked and pulled gently on her lips. Pulling his lips away, Ian sighed pleasantly, “Elizabeth Darcy, I can’t get enough of you, nor can I get enough of sayin’ your name with my last name attached to it. Let’s get you cleaned before the hot water runs out.”

He grabbed the soap bar and started building a white, fluffy lather between his hands.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth Darcy. He could say that name over and over again and she would never tire of it. It seemed that he liked the sound of it as well. She grinned as he captured her lips again, kissing her until they felt swollen and sore. With a long sigh, he declared that they needed to get her clean before they used all the hot water.

"Spoil sport." Elizabeth murmured as he lathered up his hands and soon she was clean from head to toe.

Reaching outside the shower to grab a towel, she was soon leaving him alone in the slightly cooler spray. Wrapping the towel around her body, she paused when she caught sight of the slightly bruised spot on the back of her shoulder.

"Ian Darcy!" She called. "You bit me hard enough to leave a mark!"

 

[HotCider]

Ian had enjoyed washing Elizabeth. The last time they bathed together was…Nope! He didn’t want to recall that house or that man. He resorted to washing himself once Elizabeth left the shower, mainly because the hot water was near gone. He didn’t mind washing in the lukewarm water, lathering the light muscles that covered his farmer’s tan skin. When Elizabeth exclaimed about the mark he had left on her, Ian turned at the shoulders to grace her with an innocent and brilliant smile.

“I love you so much,” he declared as though saying such would get him out of hot water…not that there was any left. He ran his hands back through his hair, rinsing it. They hadn’t had any decent shampoo in the shower, and so he had to use the body soap. After turning under the water jet a few times, he cut the water and slicked his hair back.

“You got another towel, my dear,” he was still trying to win her good graces.

 

[heartofcourage]

He was trying to charm his way out of trouble. She should have known that he would. Reaching over her shoulder, she touched the bruised spot. It ached slightly, but it didn't hurt too bad. Still, she wasn't about to let him get away with it.

She picked up the towel from the rack and waited until he stepped out of the shower. With a well-aimed shot, she hit him in the face with it before she retreated into the bedroom to get redressed. Her dress was still slightly damp and she had washed out the worst of it, but it was all that she really had at the moment. Vegas was where they could go wild and celebrate. That was what she had to keep reminding herself.

"Hey, when people get married, don't they get some kind of certificate to make it official?" Elizabeth called over her shoulder. "Do you think the pastor would give us something like that?"

She shimmied into her panties, letting her towel drop back into place as she turned to look back into the bathroom. "I mean, in case someone asks if we're married we can actually prove it."

 

[HotCider]

When Ian stepped out of the shower, he thought Elizabeth was going to toss him the towel. When she snapped it in his face, he had turned his head just in time to feel it snap against his cheek. “Woah!” Ian exclaimed. “Are you trynna’ take my eye out?”

He grasped the towel before it fell to the floor and used it to dry himself off. He dried himself from his head down to his feet and strode behind Elizabeth, twisting the towel tightly. He didn’t seem to care that she was trying to have a conversation with him. He snapped the end of the towel against her panty-covered bottom.

“You gonna apologize, or what?” Ian playfully scolded as he started twisting the towel up again.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth let out a small shriek as Ian popped her with the towel. She whipped around to look at him as he stood there naked and winding up the towel for another strike. She looked at him with a slight frown, her hand going to rub at the spot that he had hit the first time.

"What would I apologize for?" She asked as she watched him twisting the towel. "Ian Darcy, if you hit me with that towel again..."

She let out a shriek when he did it again and she scuttled away and out of his reach. "Don't forget how I beat you senseless with a bag of apples. If I did that then, I can do it again."

 

[HotCider]

Ian grinned impishly at Elizabeth when she shrieked. He wasn’t about to torture her. The towel did hurt after all. When she scuttled away from him, her marched over to her, unleashing a playful roar as he threw his arms around her, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her upon the mattress, tumbling with her, giggling like a boy. It was strange. The enthusiasm he felt was pure. It felt warm and got his blood racing. He had truly felt happy.

Ian hugged Elizabeth close and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll ask Pastor Davis about the marriage license and how long it takes. We might have to just come back for it. It’ll be just another train ride. A little detour before we head to California after.”

 

[heartofcourage]

He marched after her with a roar and she let out another cry as he lifted her into his arms and they were spinning around the room. Then they tumbled into bed together, Ian giggling like a fool as she was wrapped in his arms and he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Her towel had come undone and she was bare to the waist, but she didn't even care. It felt natural to just be with Ian in whatever state she came in. It was certainly scandalous and in a previous life she might have felt ashamed, but being a married woman certainly changed her outlook on everything.

"So, Vegas and then back here and then California?" Elizabeth asked as she turned her attention to Ian's brown eyes. "You said you were from Arizona. Are you sure there's not any family you want to see along the way?"

 

[HotCider]

Elizabeth had mentioned Arizona, and for barely a second, Ian’s smile almost vanished from his face. Instead, his jaws had locked even harder as he persisted with his carefree grin. “There ain’t nothin’ there,” he told her nonchalantly.

Ian sat up, grabbing the towel. He placed it at the end of the bed post before he walked over to his pants and started stepping one leg in followed by the other. “I can’t believe we’re so close. This is the closest we’ve ever been and there’s nothin’ to turn us around. I feel excited and nervous at the same time. I guess because I’m hoping it’s exactly the way we imagined it.”

 

[heartofcourage]

The moment was gone. Something changed the moment that she mentioned Arizona and he declared that there was nothing there for them. Elizabeth sat up on her elbows as he got out of bed and started to dress. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but she knew that bringing up old memories would only make the beautiful moment that they had been sharing disappear.

"You mean California or Vegas?" Elizabeth asked him. "Once we get settled in our own little place, I can call my parents and tell them the entire story. They'd have to back off on their silly search. Junior is already on our side."

 

[HotCider]

Ian turned toward her with his hands descending the buttons on his plaid shirt. “Vegas,” he clarified. “The dream of goin’ to Vegas is what started this whole adventure. I’m hopin’ it’s covered in bright lights and that there’s chaos in the streets. The City that Never Sleeps!”

At her comment about her family, Ian uttered a dismissive laugh. “Once we have that marriage license, it won’t matter what they think.”

Once he had his clothes on, Ian went to take inventory of their belongings. Just seeing the crummy sack made him chuckle. “I can’t believe we still have this thing. There ain’t much in it either. We have enough for train tickets at least.”

Grabbing the sack, he waited for Elizabeth to get dressed before he would leave the guest house with her over to the Davis’s home. Nancy and Amy were clearing the table, while Pastor Davis remained sipping his coffee. Passing through the back door, Ian was straightforward with the question: “Pastor, how long does the marriage license process take?”

Pastor Davis lowered his coffee from his lips and answered, “I just have to go into town and place an order for it to be printed. It shouldn’t take long—maybe a day or two.”

There was a contemplative look on Ian’s face. He silently looked over at Elizabeth, and he didn’t need to say anything for her to see the eagerness to keep going shining in his eyes. He didn’t want to stay in Utah any longer. He was so desperate to reach their goal. They would come back for it.

 

[heartofcourage]

After dressing, Elizabeth followed Ian back to the main house. Her hand gripped his tightly as they stepped through the back door and he asked about a marriage certificate. When the pastor answered that it would take a few days, she watched those coffee brown eyes turn towards her. The intent in his gaze was clear the moment that he looked at her.

"Then I guess we'll make a trip back." She said without hesitation. "We have places to be and sights to see. A real honeymoon."

She gave Ian a small nudge with her elbow and a smile. She had his back and knew his wants. They would be in Vegas in a matter of hours if the pastor could give them a ride to the train station.