A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Beau smiled, and then yawned. "I like that idea," he said tiredly. He had made plenty of enemies, but knew that there was a healthy amount of respect in their community. It just depended on how people went about their missions. He had tried to keep the he clean, but wasn't sure if that had kept him and his enemies in mutual respect n

"Let's just sleep and figure it out later," he said, snuggling down with and against Irene. He was happy where he was, and with the girl he was with.
 
Irene nodded and curled up along side Beau as he held her close. She smiled, truly happy for perhaps the first time in her life. She felt safe with him and he didn’t judge her. He completed something in her that had been long missing and broken. Her arms wrapped around his chest and she rested her head on his shoulder, a long sigh escaping her lips as she drifted off to sleep.
 
Beau listened as Irene's breaths slowly became more steady. He could tell she was asleep. He lay in bed holding the woman he loved so dearly close. She had awoken something, and completed something he hadn't even known he possessed. Yet know, when he thought of her, he knew that they would be okay, and that they would love each other and take care of each other no matter what. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep, holding her in his arms, a smile on his face.
 
Irene woke a short while later, simply laying there on the bed in Beau’s arms. She gently traced her fingers over his arm as she thought about how quickly everything had changed. Was she crazy for wanting to believe that everything would be alright? Nothing in her life had ever gone ease.

She felt Beau stir behind her and she continued to stroke his arm, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “My father was a mean drunk. He killed my mother and was arrested when I was five. He committed suicide a year after that.” She confessed to him in soft tones. She’d never told anyone that. “I was put with my mother’s aunt. She was a mean lady that used me more for the indentured servitude.”
 
Beau looked at her as she told him. He nodded, having gone through the same circumstances. "Foster care since I was 4. My mom and dad were killed in a car crash, and thanks to my "grandma" spreading lies about my mom, no one wanted to make the personal ties to my family. So when they died, I was put into foster care instead of taken by family," he said softly, not really knowing why he was sharing this with her. He knew what she was sharing was personal, but he hadn't thought that he would be opening up like this.

He took a deep breath and suddenly realized that it was okay. He wanted her to know. "I bounced from house to house, until finally the man who would end up training me got me. He was mean, often punishing me for the slightest infraction that I committed while in his care. Finally, when he had made me hard and cold enough, he began to train me. From there, you know the rest," Beau said softly.

He hugged Irene gently, then kissed her softly and lovingly. He wanted her to know that, no matter what, he wouldn't treat her like her past. He wanted to start a future with her, and have kids, and have a true, loving family. He wanted to care for her, just like he wanted her to care for him. He smiled and her and then softly whispered in her ear, "I love you Irene, and always will."
 
Irene sighed softly as he kissed her with such softness. She clung to him as he hugged her close, his lips move to her ear as he whispered that he loved her. Could she love someone? She believe so. She felt something in her chest that was close to bursting and she supposed that was the love that had been so absent from her life.

“I love you too.” She said softly, pulling back to look him in the eye. It was so foreign to even say those words. It felt good though. “And I promise that I’ll try to always remember that.”
 
Beau smiled and kissed Irene sweetly. He could see she had made peace with a few of her demons, and could finally let love in. He held her close and sighed happily. He couldn't fully believe how things had turned out, but he was happy to be here with her now. He knew that things might get a little dangerous, but he knew that there was no one better to be with.

"I love you and I'm ecstatic that you love me," he said softly, kissing her again, knowing that he loved her completely and fully. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her now.
 
Irene moaned as his lips settled on hers, their bodies draw close by his strong arms. She pressed against him happily, a smile on her features as he whispered against her ear words that made her shiver. She turned her lips into his again, whimpering as he kissed her again in the most delicious way.

“We should get to work.” She murmured absently as she felt his hard cock pressing against her thighs. “Unless you can think of something better to do.”
 
Beau smiled mischievously as Irene. "I can think of a few good things to do," he said. He teasingly rubbed himself between her lips, getting nice and wet. He grinned and then slowly, teasingly slid into her, an inch at a time. When he as fully inside her, he looked down at her.

"How is this for something else to do?" He asked, his smile glowing. He slid out of her almost all the way, then slid back in, gettin harder and faster. He knew she wouldn't be able to speak, as her moans had turned into grunts of pleasure. He felt her thrusting back at him, and his hips seemed to speed up on their own. He loved this feeling.
 
Irene gasped as his cock suddenly was pressed against her wet lips, teasing her with a soft rubbing motion. She parted her thighs to allow him better access to her entrance and she let out a loud cry as he grinned down at her and slowly slid into her pussy an inch at a time. By the time he was fully seated inside her, she was panting, her fingers grasping his shoulders tightly.

“Yesss!” She hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes screwed shut as he slowly started to slide out of her before he slid back home. She bucked her hips up against his as he fucked her faster and harder, their skin slapping together in the quiet of the room. She grunted and moaned with each thrust, her entire body shivering as she waited for that moment that would send her flying over the edge.
 
Beau groaned loudly suddenly. He hadn't expected his orgasm to suddenly spring up on him, but it seemed like he was about there. He started thrusting as fast into Irene as he could, then reached down and started to tease her clit by rubbing and lightly pinching it. He took a deep breath and then looked up at her.

"I want you to cum with me. Please tell me you are close, and that I don't have to try to hold off on what I know is going to happen. If I need to, I can try, but it's going to only be delayed for a matter of a minute, at most," he said, being completely honest with her. He wanted them to finish together.
 
Irene gasped as he reached down and started to stroke her clit, rubbing and pinching it until she let out a keening cry. Her hips arched upwards, her entire body taunt as he begged her to cum. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips parted as his fingers pushed her over the edge.

She let out a cry as she came, her pussy wetly clenching around his pounding cock. She heard a distant groan as the blood rushed loudly in her ears and the warmth that spread through her as he came and coated her inner walls.
 
Beau groaned as he felt Irene reaching her orgasm. As soon as he felt her get wetter and hotter, he started to let go. He continued pounding into her, loving how she seemed to try to keep him as deep in her as she could. The feeling finally drove him over the edge.

He thrust as far into her as he could, and then groaned loudly as he came, filling her completely. His breath came in short pants as he looked down, watching their combined juices run out around his cock. He looked down at her and groaned softly after finally finishing his orgasm.

He waited for her to come down, his fingers softly stroking along her sides, running up to her face, and then into her hair as he coaxed her back down from her high.
 
Irene parted her lips as Beau came hard, filling her pussy completely as his heavy weight bore down on her. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body shivering as she continued to soar through the heights of her orgasm. She whimpered, her eyes still clenched shut as Beau stroked her sides and face, helping her to come down from her high.

“Oh, Beau.” She moaned, tears leaking from her eyes at the beauty of the moment. She loved this man. She knew that so deeply that it was almost second nature to think about it.

She raised her head, her lips pressing against his as she looped her arms around his neck, pulling his body fully to hers as they enjoyed one another in the afterglow of some amazing sex.
 
Beau smiled down at Irene, clearly seeing the emotions in her eyes. He gently wiped her tears away and then kissed her softly. "I love you," was all he said.

He slid slowly off of her, as well as out of her. He immediately missed the feeling, but was happy to have this beautiful, amazing woman in his arms. He looked at her and smiled again, not really able to help himself. He just wanted to always smile for her, and let her know how happy he was around her.

"Lets just lay here for a little while. I just want to hold you and feel how much you love me, and let you feel how much I love you," he said softly, closing his eyes and humming softly. He finally knew where he belonged, and knew it would mean that he wasn't going to be alone anymore.
 
Irene curled up in his arms, a sigh leaving her lips as she heard Beau humming against her ear. She let her eyes drift close, feeling safe in the moment. He would be there for her, no matter what. That meant so much to her that she didn’t know that she would ever be able to tell him in adequate words.

It wasn’t too much longer before she sank back into sleep, her body well used and tired after their love making session.
 
Beau's humming grew softer as he slipped off to sleep. He didn't know when Irene fell asleep, but knew he fell asleep right after her. His dreams were pleasant, showing them together, somewhere safe and away from their current situation.

A smile crept across Beau's sleeping face as the dream showed a beautiful baby in Irene's arms. He sighed in his sleep and clutched Irene closer.
 
The sound of a distant beeping woke Irene and she sighed, rubbing a fist against her eyes as she tried to figure out what it was. An alarm! She gasped and pushed Beau off her, grabbing her clothing off the floor and quickly dressed, hurrying from the room to see what was happening.

The home was still secured, which meant that something had tripped an outside sensor. She moved to a darkened window, looking outside and was surprised to see a thick blanket of white coating everything outside. She gasped, never even knowing that it had snowed while she and Beau had been making love.
 
Beau felt the bed moving and quickly stood up. He followed Irene's lead, quickly dressing. He walked up behind her and saw that it was snowing. "Shit. I need to raise the alarms now," he said, making his way to the computer. He knew now that the sensors could be seen, so knew that something needed to be done.

An idea struck him quickly. He raised the sensors to just below the top of the snow. They would still pick up movement, but not be marred by the snow. They also stayed hidden, for the most part. He just hoped that things would be ready for when the next hit team came. He decided to make sure it happened, quickly moving to each vantage point. He made sure that any needed weapon was available, as well as the ammunition.

He came back to Irene and wrapped his arms around her. "Everything is alright. The sensors are back up, and there isn't anyone within the proximity alarms either. We are safe for now," he said, wanting to make sure she knew that they were still safe and hidden for the time being, but also prepared.
 
“I know.” Irene said softly as she kept her eyes glued out on the falling snow. She got an uneasy feeling even though Beau was reassuring her. It would be hard to shake but she would grow comfortable again in time.

“Why don’t you go get some coffee going? I’ll make us some bacon and eggs.” She said, turning to give him a smile that was a bit strained. “Really, Beau, I’m fine.”

A soft kiss brushed to his lips and she was moving away from the window. She stopped where he stored their weapons the night before and slipped the handgun into the waist of her pants, tucked securely at the base of her spine. It was an old habit, one that would be hard to break.
 
Beau smiled and slid his holstered pistol into his belt. He made his way to the kitchen and then quickly started getting coffee brewing. He liked his coffee a bit strong, as it helped him wake up. He also had cream, sugar, and anything else anyone wanted in their coffee. He believed in being well stocked, and liked to mix things up.

As he let the coffee brew, he slowly made his way around the safe house, checking to make sure everything was okay. After going over everything more or less with a fine toothed brush, he relaxed and went back to the kitchen.

He could smell the bacon and eggs and smiled. They smelled absolutely wonderful. He poured himself a cup of the finished coffee, and then poured another for Irene, before bringing it to her, letting her know he was there with the aroma of the coffee and a soft kiss to her neck.
 
“Cream and sugar, please.” She said as Beau placed the coffee mug next to the stove, a soft kiss brushed against her neck. “This will be ready in a moment.”

Glancing at him, she smiled. He was absolutely handsome in a rugged way. She couldn’t believe that she’d ended up with a man such as him, one that understood the life that she’d lived and accepted her unconditionally.

“Can you pull down some plates for me? I’ve already got the silverware on the table.” She called back over her shoulder as he went to finish her coffee.
 
Beau smiled and nodded. He quickly pulled the cream and sugar out, and then mixed everything how she liked it. He set it down in front of her and then smiled before reaching for a couple of plates.

He left the plates next to her for dishing food, and then set the silverware on the table. He smiled and leaned against the counter, mixing his coffee as he lounged against the counter next to her.

"That sounds delicious," he said, as he watched and waited. There was something extremely sexual about her cooking, especially with her hair slightly mussed, and still smelling of sex. He smiled at the thought and then kissed her softly.
 
Irene moaned as he leaned in and kissed her, the spatula she was serving the eggs with still gripped tightly in her hand. She parted from the kiss with a gasp, looking at him with a smile.

“Don’t you dare start that again, Beau. If you do, we’ll end up back in bed fucking each other’s brains out and I’m starving.” She said in a stern tone, turning back towards the stove and giving him bacon before she handed him his plate.
 
Beau chuckled, then broke out into full blown laughter as his stomach started rumbling from the smells. He looked down and then made his way to the table. He quickly sat down and then waited, smiling as he had moved both sets of silverware to one chair.

"I'm really looking forward to breakfast," he said, waiting patiently, even though his stomach was growling more. He silently told it to shut up as he waited for Irene to sit down in the only place left. His lap. He smiled mischievously at her and then held his arms out.

"We will eat. I promise you that," he said.
 
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