Cold Hard Bitch?

I didn't want to get up. I really, really didn't. But, I needed a shower, and I had to get dressed. I carefully dragged myself off the bed, trying my damndest not to wake Tex. I guess I really wore her out, 'cause she didn't even move in the slightest. I stood there for a moment, just looking at her. What a pretty picture she presented: her long, lean form sprawled across the bed, the little bit of makeup she wore long since worn off, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin, her hair fanned out over the pillow. Her peaceful appearance was deceiving. Only shortly before, she had been on top of me, riding me like the cowgirl she'd always been, leaning forward to whisper the perfect dirty little things in my ear, as only a bitch like her can. And, bitch that she was, she'd stopped and made me beg for more. It was too much for me - I needed her RIGHT THEN...so, I pushed her off me, grabbed her, flipped her over, and took her from behind. Oooh, she didn't like that...at least, she acted that way. But, I know better. Even though she bucked and fought and cursed at me...she loved every minute of it. She may be a bitch, I thought but she's MY bitch...and I wouldn't have her any other way.

Sneaking off to the shower, I closed the door quietly behind me. I wanted so badly to go back in there, lay down next to her, and just...hold her. I never got much chance to do that, much as I wanted to. Time just never permitted it. With a heavy sigh, I walked down the hall, feeling the warmth from where Tex's body had been in contact with mine fading.

I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water course over me, noticing every little ache and protest my body made as I moved to soap up. Between all the patrols, and the wonderful sort of exercise Tex was giving me, well...my body had definitely seen better days. I cruised through my shower in sort of an autonomous haze. I got out, dried off, got dressed, and was about to wander back to my room when the door opened behind me. I stiffened, expecting to hear Caboose asking a stupid question. Instead, I felt a familiar, distinctly female body pressed against my back: my Tex. She'd probably have a fit if I ever called her that. She wrapped her arms around me, and I knew I was had. She started kissing my neck, and my mind went blank. Good Lord, she knew how to get to me. It felt so damn good! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt her hand moving towards my wallet, but I didn't give a damn. She always gave it back to me eventually...so she could steal it again.

Just as suddenly as she'd come to me, she disappeared out the door from whence she came, leaving me to my own thoughts, and to enjoy the feeling of knowing she loves me just as much as I love her.

That's my girl...my bitch...my Tex...