Hay Pile Shenanigans

Jesse jumps over the fence of a nearby property, plopping down on the ground. He groans as blood oozes from his side. He was lucky the marshals only hit him once. He lost his horse, poor thing's probably dead by now.

"Christ… hurts like a bitch." He grumbles, leaning against a tree as he watches the authorities ride past him and into the darkness. "Perfect." He sighs, but it sounds more like a ragged wheeze that eventually evolves into a cough. He sees a barn about 20 yards away. "Bingo." The barn doors creak loudly as he opens them. He limps to a pile of hay in the back and slumps against it, turning his head to the ceiling. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, stumbling with one hand to light it. That is until Jesse hears the door creaking open. He lifts his head as a loud annoyed groan escapes his lips. The only lights in the barn are the embers on the tip of his cigarette and the lantern the woman is holding, a shotgun in the other hand.

"Aww, shit."

Jesse narrows his eyes and chuckles softly, his voice hoarse with pain. "Just a man passing through, ma'am. Got into some trouble back yonder." He motions to the direction of where he came from before wincing in pain. "Would appreciate if you don’t shoot me on sight."

He pulls out his cigarette again and takes a drag, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Jesse's eyes are drawn to the way the light illuminates your figure in the nightgown, your boots peaking out from under the hem of the garment. "Damn." He thinks to himself, biting his lip. He then glances at the shotgun in your hand, admiring the weapon.

"I ain't here to cause no trouble. Just need a place to rest up for the night. Will be gone come mornin'." He says, trying to sound as charming as possible. "Name's Jesse, by the way. And you are...?"

Jesse tenses up at your recognition of him. He takes another drag on his cigarette before flicking it away and putting his hands up in surrender. "Yeah, that's me. Was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, I reckon." He shrugs, wincing slightly as the wound on his side throbs painfully.

He pauses for a moment, trying to think of something charming or witty to say to ease the tension between you two. Finally, he speaks up again. "Ya know, this a funny situation we're in here. Me, an outlaw, sittin’ in yer barn with a bullet wound while you, a lovely lady with a shotgun, pointin' it at my head." He says with a chuckle, though he tries to keep it soft. Jesse begins to shift slightly so that his long legs are now sprawled out in front of him. "Can't help but feel like we're both on opposite sides of the spectrum, don't ya think?"

Jesse nods, his eyes following your gaze to the blood on his hand. "Yeah, got hit while makin' my escape. The marshals are probably still lookin' for me." He says, wincing again as he tries to shift into a more comfortable position.

He notices that you're still holding the shotgun steady and his eyes flicker towards it for just a moment before returning to your face. "Look, ma'am, I don't blame ya for being cautious. But I swear on my life, I won’t do no harm to you or anyone else on this property." Jesse's voice is sincere.

Jesse's smile fades as you mention the bounty. He knows that it's only a matter of time before someone turns him in, but he doesn't want it to be you. Not yet, at least.

"Well, suppose nothin’s really stoppin’ ya from doin' so." He says with a shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. "But if ya turn me in, there's bound ta be a lot of trouble headed yer way. The authorities will wanna know how ya knew I was here and they'll likely start pokin’ round in places they shouldn’t."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "B’sides, ya wouldn't wanna do that to a fella like me, would ya? I ain’t such a bad guy, deep down."

Jesse starts to lean forward slightly, tryjng to ignore the pain in his side. "I mean, take this night, for example. Here I am, sittin’ here bleedin’ all over yer hay, and I ain’t tried anything… untoward."

Jesse's eyes light up with relief as you ease up on the shotgun. He relaxes his position slightly, his hand still on his side but no longer tensed. "Yeah, I understand." He says with a small grin.

"Thanks for bein' understandin’, ma'am. Ya won't regret it, promise." He says, leaning back against the hay bale and closing his eyes. "Ya got any whiskey or somethin’? It’d do me some good right about now."

Jesse's eyes light up as he takes the bottle of whiskey from you, uncorking it and taking a swig straight from the bottle. The liquid burns on its way down but it's a welcome relief to the dull ache in his side. "Damn, thank ya ma'am, ya sure know how to treat a man right."

He watches as you set down the medical supplies and briefly wonders if this is all some sort of trap. However, he can tell by your body language that you're genuinely trying to help him. It's a strange feeling for him, being taken care of like this. He's used to always looking out for himself and having to fend off anyone who gets too close.

"Ya didn't have to do this." Jesse says quietly, gesturing to the supplies. "I appreciate it, though." He hesitates for a moment before adding, "Ya got a name?"

Jesse chuckles softly at your tone and nods, leaning back against the hay bale and starting to pull up his shirt. He winces as the fabric rubs against the wound, but manages to expose his side so that you can take a look.

"Alright, alright. Don't get yer bloomers in a twist." He teases lightly, taking another swig from the whiskey bottle before setting it down beside him. "Let's just hope this doesn't leave too big of a scar. Can't have my good looks ruined."

Jesse's eyes drift closed as you start working on the wound, gritting his teeth slightly as you apply the antiseptic. Despite the pain, he finds himself feeling grateful for your help, and even more strangely - drawn to you. There was something about your no-nonsense attitude and willingness to help that made him feel... comfortable. It was a strange feeling for him, someone who's used to always being on guard.

Jesse winces in pain as you begin to work on his wound. He grips the hay bale with one hand, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. "Ain't my first time gettin' shot," he grits out through clenched teeth. "But it don't mean I like it any better."

As you use the tenaculum to pull out the bullet, Jesse lets out a string of curses that would make even the most foul-mouthed sailor blush. He takes another swig of whiskey before looking down at the wound, watching intently as you continue to work on it.

Jesse winces as you begin to sew his wound closed, his jaw clenched tightly. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to focus on anything other than the pain in his side. "Ya got a steady hand," he remarks after a moment, still trying to distract himself from the stitching. "Where'd ya learn to patch up folks like this?"

Despite his discomfort, Jesse can't help but notice how close you are to him as you work. He takes in the scent of your hair and feels his heart race slightly at the proximity. "She smells divine," he thinks to himself before quickly pushing the thought away. It was no use getting attached to someone when he had a habit of skipping town as soon as trouble started brewing.

Jesse nods, gritting his teeth as he carefully sits up, wincing at the pain in his side. He moves slowly and deliberately, not wanting to aggravate the wound any further. "Ya got a good teacher," he says after a moment, watching as you start to wrap the gauze around his midsection.

As you work, Jesse takes the opportunity to study you more closely. He can't see much through the blindfold covering his eyes, but he notices how your hair falls in soft waves around your face and how your hands move with an easy confidence as you tend to him. For a moment, he lets himself imagine what it would be like to run his fingers through your hair or trace the curves of your body with his hands. But then he quickly shakes his head, reminding himself that it was a dangerous game to get involved with someone, especially when he had so many enemies who were looking for him.

Jesse takes a deep breath as you finish wrapping the gauze around his midsection, feeling a sense of relief wash over him now that the wound is tended to. He watches as you clean up the medical supplies, feeling strangely disappointed that your closeness has come to an end.

"Thanks, darlin'," he says with a small smile, taking another swig from the whiskey bottle. "Ya really saved my hide tonight." Jesse shifts slightly, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. It was almost like... "no, can't be," he thinks to himself before quickly dismissing the thought and getting back to the business at hand. "Yer gonna need some kinda payment for all this," he adds after a moment. "I ain't got much on me right now, but I can try to make it up to ya somehow."

Jesse takes the whiskey bottle back from you, taking another swig before setting it down beside him. He's quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands as he tries to think of some way to repay you.

"Well," he starts slowly, still lost in thought. "I ain't got much money, but I can offer ya something else." Jesse looks up at you then, his eyes meeting yours despite the blindfold. "I may be an outlaw, but I'm a man with... talents." He grins slyly, knowing full well what kind of message that would send.

Jesse had always been something of a ladies' man, using his rugged charm and quick wit to win over women on both sides of the law. But this was different. There was something about you that made him want to be bolder, to take risks he normally wouldn't dare.

Jesse grins, enjoying the banter between you two. He takes the whiskey bottle back, taking another swig before speaking again. "Oh, I don't think ya need it, darlin', but I do think ya might enjoy it," he says with a wink.

He watches as you take the bottle back from him, feeling a twinge of disappointment when your tone turns slightly annoyed. "Well, can't win 'em all," he thinks to himself before trying to smooth things over. "Alright, alright, I get it. No needa get riled up." Jesse leans back against the hay bale and lets out a small chuckle. "Guess I'll just have ta owe ya one then."

Jesse raises an eyebrow, surprised by your bluntness. He takes another swig from the whiskey bottle before speaking again. "Ya know, darlin', for someone who saved my life tonight, ya sure do seem awfully... distant," he says, his voice tinged with disappointment.

He shifts slightly on the hay bale, feeling a dull ache in his side as he moves. "I ain't sayin' we needa fall in love or nothin' like that, but it's mighty lonely out here on the run by myself." Jesse pauses for a moment, his eyes locked on yours despite the blindfold. "Just thought maybe we could keep each other company for the night, is all."

Jesse grins, feeling a glimmer of hope flicker in his chest. He takes another swig from the whiskey bottle before responding. "Ya got me there, darlin'. Guess I'm just a bit touchy when it comes to rejection," he says with a chuckle.

He shifts slightly, his eyes roving over your form as he takes in your beauty once more. "But seriously, I ain't tryin' to push ya into nothin'," he adds, his voice serious now. "Just thought maybe we could... have some fun together, is all." Jesse's hand reaches up to stroke his chin, his fingers lingering over the rough stubble that covers his jawline.

"I'm not exactly lookin' for a wife or anything like that. Just a little bit of pleasure to pass the time. And who knows? Maybe if we both enjoy ourselves tonight, we can make it a regular thing whenever I happen to pass through these parts again."

Jesse chuckles at your response, feeling the whiskey beginning to loosen his inhibitions. "Ya got a point there, darlin'," he says with a grin. "But who says we gotta do anything too strenuous? I think we could both use a little... release after all that excitement tonight."

He shifts closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and placing a hand on your knee. "And it ain't like I'm asking ya to do anything ya don't want to," he adds quickly, sensing your hesitation. "Just thought maybe we could have a little bit of fun together."

Jesse is taken aback by your sudden movement, feeling his heart race as you straddle his lap. He feels the softness of your lips against his own and he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

The taste of whiskey lingers on both of your tongues as you kiss passionately, the intensity of it leaving him breathless. He deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his own as his hands roam over your body.

Despite the fact that he can't see your face, Jesse can feel the heat of desire in your movements as you grind your hips against his. He groans softly into the kiss, his fingers tracing patterns over the bare skin of your back underneath your nightgown.

Eventually, the need for air becomes too much and he pulls away from the kiss with a small gasp. "God damn, darlin'," he pants, his chest heaving slightly. "Ya certainly know how to get a man's blood pumping."

Jesse grunts softly as he's pushed onto his back, feeling the rough texture of the hay beneath him. He watches as you unbutton his shirt, exposing his bare chest and the various scars that litter it. His fingers thread through your hair as you press your lips against his once more, savoring the taste of you.

He feels a surge of desire wash over him as your lips trail down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Despite the pain from his wound, he can't help but groan softly at the sensation.

When your lips reach the edge of his bandage, Jesse shifts slightly, placing a hand under your chin to stop you. "Careful there, darlin'," he says with a chuckle. "Don't wanna undo all the good work ya did earlier tonight."

Jesse's breath catches in his throat as you grind against him, feeling the heat of desire surge through his body once again. "God damn it, woman," he groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

He shifts slightly, his hips grinding up to meet yours as he tries to relieve some of the pressure building inside him. "Ya know just how to get a man going, don't ya?" he adds with a grin, pulling you closer to him.

Despite the lust that's coursing through him, Jesse is careful not to aggravate his wound too much as he moves. He knows that pushing himself too hard could lead to more problems down the line. But for now, he's content to let himself lose control in the moment and enjoy the pleasure you're giving him.