"Aurora Borealis"

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou ducked into the kitchen to send Tonsillitis off to bed. Tomorrow was soon enough for dealing with any questions from the NWMP. Besides, she wanted to talk to Tonsillitis on her own before hand. And... Jedediah.

"Lou!" The sourdough's face lit up when she walked in. "It really was Jedediah's gun lying by old Lars, you know."

"We'll talk in the morning, Tonsillitis. Now go get your bath and rest yourself. I'll come fetch you from your room in the morning when the Constable gets here. Oh, and use the back stairs. I don't want anyone getting their claws into you."

Looking a little disappointed that Lou hadn't made a fuss, Tonsillitis smiled wanly and made his way upstairs after saying goodnight. Lou took a deep breath and watched him go.

It almost seemed as though Tonsillitis was desperate for her to believe that Jedediah had killed Lars. In fact, Lou had no doubt that the gun, when Fraser retrieved it, would be Jed's -- but there still remained the why and the how of it. No matter what, Jedediah Jackson didn't have a mean bone in his body and neither did Lars. None of this made sense, dammit!

Leaving the kitchen, she looked around for her lover. Fletch caught her eye and smiled meaningfully, nodding his head in Jedediah's direction where he was sitting at a table at the other end of the room.

Walking over to him, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Got a minute for an old gal friend?" she asked, tilting her head toward her office.

 

[Tonsillitis]

Tonsillitis Jones

Tonsillitis went up the back stairs as Lou had said to do. It took a while to find the room from this direction, but after a few twists and turns finally stood in front of the door marked 214.

Once in and the door securely locked, Tonsillitis stripped and immediately climbed into the steaming tub of water that had been waiting. It was heavenly after all those months in the bush where the most the little sourdough could manage was a dip in the creek now and again.

Scrubbing, rinsing and scrubbing again, it was a fair guess to say there wasn't a speck of dirt left on Tonsillitis Jones' body by the time the hoarse-voiced miner had dried off and slipped naked between the cool, crisp sheets.

"You're gonna hang, Jedediah Jackson. Sure as my name is Tonsillitis Jones." Tonsillitis laughed deeply, snuggled in and fell soundly asleep.

 

[NickisSora]

Leon & Amanda

-Leon looked to her as amanda Looked back.-

"Not now Mr Numb It is Late you know go to your room and rest ok."

-Leon nodded as he knew he could get his clothes in the morning, he went up to his room and closed the door, he played his piano a bit and then layed down blowing out the oil lamp and drifted to sleep.-

 

[icu1978]

amanda

Watching Leon disapear up the stairs to his room Amanda went around straitening up and puting everything to rights for in the morning. going over and over in her mind what she had been talking about with Leon. the young man was hurting and having a bit of an internal struggle with his past but she was unsure of what to say to him tonight.

Blowing out the last of the lamps down stairs she made her way to her own room in the back of the house. "tomarrows another day" she muttered as she closed her door and disrobed laying her garments over a chair she blows out her own lamp and lays on the bed shifting in the bed until she is comftorable laying on her belly with one leg bent and her arms under her pillow. as sleep over came her the last thing she seen in her mind was leons face.

 

[Graybread]

Tad (lost in dreams)

(Tad was sitting on the bench with Becky Hampton, hoping she might kiss him again. He was holding her hand, wishing he had the courage to kiss her.
"Wake, Toro. You cannot sleep in the water all night." Becky said, in a voice that wasn’t hers.
“Becky,” he replied, “I’m not in any water, and how do you know those words I don’t understand? The only person that talks to me like that is Annie, and she’s way up in Carmack…. Annie,”… he stated, puzzled, pushing up off the bench.)

Tad stood up in the rapidly cooling gray water, his tanned torso contrasting sharply with his white lower half. His eyes pooped open and he looked down at Annie standing beside the tub.

“Hi Annie,” he said sleepily, still not totally awake. “I was just talking to Becky.”

A broad grin spread across Annie’s face as it turned a brilliant shade of red. She gave Tad a quick once over before turning and grabbing a towel lying on the stand behind her. Keeping her face turned away she handed the towel to Tad.

“Tad,” she giggled, “you’re culo fauda.”

“Huh?” he replied.

She pointed her finger at his naked body, to indicate the meaning of ‘culo fauda’.

He followed the point of the finger, looking down at himself.

“Aaaagggghhhhh!” he gasped, his eyes widening, coming fully awake now. He dropped back down in the water, causing it to slosh over the sides of the tub, some splashing on Annie’s dress. He quickly leaned out and grabbed the towel, pulling it under the water to cover himself.

“Oh Gosh, Oh Gosh,” he stammered, his whole body a brighter red than her face had been. “Oh Gosh,” he stammered again, looking for a better place to hide, looking everywhere but at her. Finally sliding as far down in the tub as he could slide, until just the top of his blond head poked above the rim.

“Come my culo fauda, toro,” she giggled, peeking around to see the top of his head. “I have brought you clean clothes.” She stepped out of the washroom, shutting the door hard, to indicate that she had left, laughing the whole time.

Tad peeked over the edge of the tub to make sure she was gone, holding the wet towel in front of him, he quickly stepped out and went to the door. Leaning against it to make sure she couldn’t get back in. He tossed the wet towel back into the tub and grabbed an other to dry himself. He slipped on the clean trousers and the shirt. The trousers fit fine around the waist, but they were a little short in the leg. The shirt was fine also, except the sleeves were three inches to short, and it was a little tight across the shoulders.

Once dressed, except for his boots, Tad didn’t know what to do. “She has seen me,” he thought, “all of me.” He doubled his fists and clutched them to his chest. Pacing across the room, splashing through the spilled water. Four steps turn and four steps back. His embarrassment and fear at an all time high. “Pa always said I was big as an ox and twice as dumb,” he said to himself, as he continued to pace. He stopped in the middle of a stride.

“Well, ya aint no big dumb ox,” he said, pushing his fear down. “Yer a man now, out on your own. Ya aint no farm boy no more, so acts like a man. Jus go out there and tell her yer sorry, she seen ya.” He continued to tell himself. He unclenched his fist, pressing the wrinkles out of the shirt. He stepped to the door and opened it a crack. Peeking out, he could not see Annie. He shut the door again.

“Aaaahhhmmm,” he cleared his throat, as he opened the door and stepped out. His bare feet protruding out the bottom of the trousers, the skin wrinkled on his toes. His long arms and hands hanging down from the shirt sleeves, his blond hair, still damp, uncombed, sticking in every direction. He stepped out from behind the screen, his face down to the floor, his hands crossed in front of him.

“Miss Annie,” he began. “I’m sorry ya seen me nekkid like that…” His face turning red again.

 

[Messalina]

Anna DeSylva

Annie kept her back to the farm boy while trying to compose herself. She just couldn't seem to suppress the wave of laughter that was threatening to consume her. She wasn't laughing at him so much as with him. She'd been just as flustered as Tad had been when he'd jumped out of the bath like that.

Oh, it wasn't the fact that he was naked so much -- she had been the only girl in a family of seven brothers, so naked men were not a rarity for her -- it was more the fact that Tad Merriwether had such a delightful sense of innocence about him. It was absolutely refreshing in a place like this where so many hearts and souls grew hard as they saw their dreams vanish in a pan of dust. Or lack of it most likely.

"Basta, toro. Don't worry over something so small." That's when Annie felt a flush spread over her own face. It wasn't so small after all. Was it?

The crimson of Tad's face deepened when she spoke, and Annie walked across the room to him. "That isn't what I was referring to, toro. I meant... " What did she mean exactly? Perhaps she was more flustered at seeing him than she realized? "These things happen, Tad. Please don't be upset about it. It's finished and over."

Annie stepped back and took a good look at the boy/man for the first time since he'd emerged from the bath. Sì. That he was a handsome man was obvious now that she could see past the dirt. Broad at the shoulder and narrow at the waist. And below... Annie felt the flush grow in her face again -- and elsewhere, too. Madre mia she hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Tomorrow we will get you some clothing that will fit you. This was the best that I could do on short notice. But now you need a bed, sì?" Annie tipped her head toward her own bed. "It may be short, but it is comfortable. This is where you sleep tonight. We will make other arrangements for you tomorrow."

 

[Graybread]

Tad

“These things happen, Tad. Please don't be upset about it. It's finished and over.” Annie said, standing in front of him.

Even though he’d embarrassed himself in front of her, he still felt drawn to her. He liked being near her, her looks, her scent, her words he didn’t understand, all drew him closer to her. He didn’t understand the reasons, he just knew he wanted to be near her.

“Tomorrow we will get you some clothing that will fit you. This was the best that I could do on short notice. But now you need a bed, sì?” Annie tipped her head toward her own bed. “It may be short, but it is comfortable. This is where you sleep tonight. We will make other arrangements for you tomorrow.”

At first, the thought of sleeping in her bed bothered him, but the more he thought about it the more accepting he became. “Annie,” he asked, “does sì, mean yes in your words?”

“Si,” she replied, “I mean yes, sì means yes in my words.”

“What does toro mean,” he asked?

Annie’s face flushed and her face and eyes bent to the floor, as she realized she was about to tell him she referred to him as a bull, and all the connotation that went with it. “Bull,” she said quietly, “Toro means bull in my language.” She raised her eyes to judge his reaction. He stood there beaming down at her. “Now to bed,” she said, flustered, stepping over, and pulling the blankets down on the bed. “You will have to work tomorrow.” She stepped quickly to the door, opening it and stepping out. She turned back to him, “Good night Tad…Toro,” she said, smiling at him, slowly closing the door.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the door. “Toro,” he whispered, “she thinks I’m a bull.” A broad grin crossed his face broken by a yawn. His chest swelled with pride, popping the top button off the shirt. He was tired and needed to sleep.

He reached up and pulled the chain on the new fangled electric light hanging from the ceiling. They had them back home, but he didn’t understand how they worked. All he knew was you just pulled the chain and you had light, it was better than kerosene lamps, and didn’t smell at all. He sat down on Annie’s bed and undressed, removing the two pieces of clothing. He crawled under the blankets and reveled in the feeling of the soft bed. He laid his head on the pillow and immediately smelled Annie. He buried his face in the pillow and inhaled deeply, he missed her already. He lay there wiggling in the bed before he realized he had been humping the sheets. He had a raging hard-on, and was immediately embarrassed by the fact. He shouldn’t be doing this he thought, not in her bed. He had played with himself many times, since he had reached puberty, but this seemed wrong, in her bed. He tried to think of something else, of plowing the fields, of feeding the hogs, anything to get his mind off his bodies’ demands. Finally, after chopping wood for several minutes, in his mind, he drifted off to sleep.

Becky Hampton was holding his hand as they walked down the lane, through the apple orchard. She tugged his hand and pulled him into the trees. Lying down beside a tree, she pulled him down with her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him deeply. She reached down with her hand and unbuttoned his fly, taking him in her hand, and stoking him, just as he would do himself. He felt his orgasm reaching a peak after a moment. He looked down at Becky who was no longer there it was Annie. The first jets left his hard-on and splashed on the ground.

Tads’ eyes popped open as he continued to stroke himself, there was no stopping at this point. “Oh gosh, oh gosh,” he panted, as his seed fell on Annie’s’ sheets. Weeks of pent up orgasms emptied themselves in this one. He lay there engrossed in the sensation, with Annie’s face in his mind. He would never be able to tell her what he had done, she would never understand, girls were like that, he thought. He was not embarrassed by the act, but she might be, so he would never tell her. He lay there holding his deflating manhood, thinking about Annie, how pretty she was, and how good she smelled as he drifted back to sleep.