Revenge (CLOSED)

Erin's eyes widened at his suggestion. She had never had a drink of anything harder than champagne. Definitely no whiskey.

"You want me to... to get drunk? But thats so... improper!" she said, and then felt silly since nothing they were doing was even the slightest bit proper.

"I don't need hard liquor to make you more attractive to me, you already are" she said in a soft voice, smiling at Colt.

He was rubbing her leg and mentioned taking advantage of her again, which made her blush from her forehead all the way down to below where her dress covered. Her own fingers were still running through his hair and over his strong jaw, neck and throat. His masculine features were so addicting to her she wondered how she had ever gone without noticing them on men before.
 
Colt found himself blushing, something he can't quite remember doing. He had long done more than enough to think of anything remotely embarrassing would ever happen to him again, and yet here he sat with this young girl and her simple honest words seemed to be doing something to him. She had a soft and delicate touch as she ran her fingers through his hair. He felt like she admired him at the moment.

"Women have called me many a things," He mused, "But attractive ain't one of them. I've been around more than a few saloons. I'm admired for my skill and charm..."

He had never quite thought of himself as attractive. He could say he didn't look ugly, but that's about as far as the descriptions went. Colt simple thought of himself as average. One could look average and still think highly of themselves.

""But you are changing the subject in any case..." He looked down at the bottle in her hands, "I suppose I could wrestle you to the ground and make you drink?"
 
Erin smiled softly as Colt as he said women had never called him attractive. Yeah well maybe not to his face, she thought. Either that or other women were just blind. He was the most attractive man to her that she had ever saw.

I suppose I could wrestle you to the ground and make you drink?

Erin's jaw dropped open and her eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare" she said haughtily, although truly she knew he probably would. There wasn't anything Colt wouldn't dare to do. Even as she said the words she was scooting back from him, out of his reach, not out of fear, but out of playfulness. She was smiling the whole time.
 
The temptation danced in her eyes as she began moving away from him. Colt gave her a second, letting her actually pull from him before he lunged at her. He was laughing the whole time as he playfully grabbed at her hips, pulling her back to him on the blanket.

"Where do you think you're going, Miss Dublin?" He couldn't help but sport a confident grin as he grabbed for the bottle of whiskey.

"No... are you going to be a good girl and take your medicine?"

Somehow, he doubted that.
 
Erin shrieked in laughter as Colt lunged at her and then pulled her back towards him. His hands were strong and sure against her hips and he pulled her close to him.

He asked if she was going to behave and take her medicine and Erin laughed softly and shook her head.

"I told you I dont need to get drunk. You are already incredibly attractive to me" she said. "And you cant make me swallow it anyway".

She stuck her tongue out at him and looked almost like a little child as she grinned at him.
 
"You don't think I can?" Colt had an earnest look of doubt at her, wondering if she perhaps didn't realize the position she was in. If she thought she truly could stop him from such a simple task, then she would be in for a surprise.

"We'll see, won't we?" Laughing he grabbed one of her hands and lifted it over her head. The other one followed, gripping her with the wrists and enjoying her struggle. He took hold of the bottle and yanked the cork out with his teeth.

"So... I either pour it nicely or it spills everywhere, your choice Miss Dublin?"

He held the bottle over her head, tipping it so that a couple of drops fell onto her rose red lips.
 
Erin wasn't quick enough to escape Colt's grasp, and he wrestled her to her back, with her arms pinned above her head. She locked her lips down tight, even as she felt a few drops of the liquid splash down on them.

She wanted to laugh, it was such an outrageous position, but that would give him access to her mouth. Her eyes were dancing with unshed laughter, as she shook her head no, staring up at Colt.
 
"You'd rather wear it?" The thought intrigued him. Colt didn't like wasting good whiskey, but he did enjoy keeping such dastardly promises.

Colt put the whiskey down and began undoing the buttons on Erin's dress. He slid it down so that he exposed her full breasts. He didn't want to make her wear dirty alcohol stained clothes come morning.

Still. He poured out a few shots of the alcohol on her. It covered her lips, her neck and her still pert nipples.

"Well, isn't that a sight."

He liked her skin sparkling with the hue of whiskey. He bent down and began to suck the alcohol off of her, his tongue first running up her neck, lapping wherever he could find a few precious drops of the drink.

"I warned you," He laughed, kissing her.
 
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