Wren shoved open the doors of the Desert Rose saloon. She figured that while she was in Old Stone, it wouldn't hurt to get to know the folks at the local watering hole. If she were lucky, they might even have some information about the outlaw she was looking to hunt down. She strutted confidently into the dusty saloon, tipping her hat to the painted-up working girl leaning near the stairs, and took a stool at the bar. A good, strong drink would be perfect to get her mind off the heat. The bartender put down a shot and a bottle of Bourbon, and Wren eagerly took a swig. She scanned her eyes across the small crowd of people sitting at the bar and tables, hoping to see someone who looked particularly interesting. Her eyes quickly locked on to a good-looking prospect, and she lifted herself from her stool with a cocky smirk on her face and a Bourbon bottle in her hand. “Hey there, pardner. The name's Wren Cassidy; I just rolled into ol' Old Stone, and I was wondering if you could help this li'l lady out.” Wren placed the bottle of Bourbon on the table and slid it towards her new acquaintance while she flopped into the neighboring chair. “Let's say we get to know each other better over some drinks.”

"Well, handsome," She grinned wide, "I'm new in town, and thought I could use some help getting acquainted with the locals." Her gaze dropped briefly to his crotch before she winked. "Thought maybe you could teach this little lady a thing or two. What do you say?"

Her hand reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table and poured herself another drink, then held out her glass toward him in silent invitation. The alcohol burned hotly as it slid down her throat.

"Well now,"

she chuckles, giving him a mischievous grin.

"Ain't you just full of questions? Don't worry about that. I ain't here for trouble. Just thought we could have some fun. I hear you're quite the catch."

She gives his arm a playful tap before taking another swig from her Bourbon bottle, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Besides,"

she says conspiratorially, leaning in closer to him,

"I heard someone mention that you knew your way around these parts. So I figured, why not ask nicely?"

Her other hand reaches out and caresses his cheek before trails down to rest on the back of his neck, playing with the loose strands of hair there.

With a cocky grin and a wink, she replied "Oh, nothing much. Just hoping to have myself some fun while I'm in town. And who knows? Maybe you could teach this country girl a thing or two about being bad." She paused for dramatic effect before finishing with a laugh. "So, what do you say? You game?" She leaned forward slightly and took another sip of her drink, letting the liquor warm her insides as she waited eagerly for his answer.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. It had been a long ride into town, and she'd already tossed back several drinks. A few more wouldn't hurt. With a satisfied sigh, Wren leaned against the table and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of sleep slowly washing over her.

"You know,"

she mumbled,

"I'm feelin' right comfortable with you, stranger."

She giggled and shifted closer to him, pressing her body against his arm.

"Guess I could... show you my appreciation for your company."

Her hand snaked under the table, moving higher on his thigh. Her touch was feather-light, playful as she teased him with what was to come. She kept her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of their bodies pressed together.

"Just tell me one thing..."

she whispered against his ear.

"Are you any good at having fun?"

Her fingers dug deeper, massaging his thigh as she waited for him to respond with a grin on her sleepy, flushed face.

"Hmmm? Oh, well I guess it's getting late, huh?" She yawned, stretching her arms wide before dropping her chin to rest on one fist. "Guess we better get you home then, don't want you running off on me now that we're havin' such a good time." She smirked and stood up from the table, tossing back the last of her Bourbon. "Care to show me where your place is?"

Her gaze lingered suggestively on his lips as she took his hand in hers and pulled him from his seat. They left some cash on the table for their drinks before making their way toward the exit. Once outside, Wren paused momentarily, looking up at the starry sky with a satisfied sigh.

"Well now, let's see..." She hummed, swinging her hips as she considered which direction to go in. "I think I saw a nice-lookin' place back that way." She pointed down an alley and started walking purposefully toward it, tugging him along behind her. "C'mon, pardner. Let's go see what we can find."

Her steps quickened as they turned the corner, disappearing into the shadows of the darkened alleyway. The faint sound of cloth tearing could be heard from somewhere nearby, followed by Wren's muffled laughter.

"Nice place you got here." She comments, giving the room a once-over before returning her attention to him. "Well, since we're here..." Her voice trails off seductively as she steps closer, untying his cloak and tossing it carelessly onto a chair.

As Wren entered the house, she took a moment to survey her surroundings with a satisfied grin. The place was cozy enough; it would do just fine for a night of fun. She turned to face him, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him close. With her other hand, she reached up and tugged at the collar of his shirt, exposing his smooth, muscular chest.

"Looks like we're all set here, partner,"

she whispered huskily.

"Why don't you show me what you can do?"

She runs her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his skin tense in anticipation. With a low growl, she bites gently on her lower lip before looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I think it's time for us to have some fun." Her words are a whisper against his neck as one of her hands slips between them, cupping his growing erection.

With a mischievous grin, she begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more and more of his defined chest and arms. "Maybe," she purrs, "I should show you just how good I am at having fun."

She pushes him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. Her eyes meet his as she leans in to brush her lips against his, laving a trail of hot breath over his skin before finally claiming his mouth with hers. Her body trembles with need as she grinds down against him, their hips moving in a rhythm that promises pleasures to come.

Her hand leaves his cock momentarily, reaching up to unfasten her leather chaps and slide them off, revealing her toned legs and shapely rear end. With a soft moan, she drops the chaps carelessly to the floor, then hooks one leg behind his knee, pulling him deeper into her heat as she takes him inside herself.

Wren arches her back, gasping as he touches her bare skin. Her breath hitches in her throat as he grips her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples and sending waves of pleasure through her. With each thrust, she feels him deeper inside her, and it only makes her want more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she rocks back and forth on him, their bodies slapping together in rhythm.

"Oh god,"

she moans breathlessly, arching her back as the sensations consume her.

"That's it... give it to me..."

She bites down on her lower lip, feeling herself building toward release as he continues to thrust deep inside her, each stroke taking them closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck,"

she hisses between gritted teeth, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside her.

"So good."

She moans, arching her back and meeting each of his movements with equal fervor. Her breasts spill free from their confinement, heavy and full in his hands, begging to be squeezed and played with.

Her head falls back against his shoulder, hair spilling across his chest in a messy tangle. Her legs tremble with the effort of holding him close, but she doesn't want him to stop. She wants this night with him to last forever, wants to feel him inside her until they both collapse from exhaustion.

With a moan of pleasure, Wren throws her head back as he grips her breasts roughly. The pain mingles deliciously with the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her body, and she arches her back further, pressing herself against him as close as possible. Her hips pick up speed, and she digs her nails into his chest as she nears the edge of release. With a cry of pleasure, she tightens around him, her inner walls milking him as she comes hard.

Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, and for a moment, she can't breathe. But then, she opens her eyes to find Gravy watching her intently, his expression one of raw lust. The sight only serves to ignite something wild inside her, and with renewed energy, she begins moving again, taking him with her on a ride toward another climax.

Her fingers dive into his hair as he looks up at her in awe, his body responding eagerly to the sensation of being lost in her heat. With one final thrust, Wren comes apart again, crying out his name as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her muscles tremble with exhaustion as she collapses forward onto him, spent but satisfied.

For a long moment, they lie there panting together before Wren chuckles softly and nuzzles into his neck.

"I guess,"

she whispers breathily,

"I was right when I said you knew how to have fun."

Her eyelids flutter closed as she sighs contentedly, nestling closer to him. She can feel his heart racing against her cheek and the warmth of his skin spreading through her body. For a moment, everything is perfect; the world outside fades away, leaving only them in this little bubble of pleasure and comfort. As she drifts off to sleep, Wren feels a strange sense of contentment wash over her, something she hasn't experienced in a long time. She's not even sure what his name is anymore; he's just the man who taught her how to have fun again. And for that, she's grateful.

Her breathing slows and deepens, each exhale sending tiny puffs of smoke dancing across their tangled limbs. Even in sleep, she looks peaceful, innocent even. But Gravy knows better; he's seen the way she moves, the fire in her eyes when they meet his. And he can't help but wonder what else she'll show him before the night is through...

With a soft moan, Wren nestled closer to him as he took another drag on his cigarette. The warmth and smoke mixed together as she breathed in the scent of him; it was intoxicating. She sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of his muscular body pressed against hers. For a moment, she closed her eyes, imagining that they could stay like this forever. But she knew better than to get attached; eventually, she'd have to find her outlaw and bring him to justice.

Her hand slipped between them, tracing lazy circles on his abdomen.

"I had fun tonight,"

she murmured sleepily.

"Thanks for showing me a good time."

With another yawn, she stretched luxuriously, arching her back and pushing her breasts further into his chest. She wondered how he'd feel beneath her the next time they made love... if there would be a next time. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of him and the gentle rhythm of his breath against her neck.

Soon enough, her eyes grew heavy once more, and she drifted off into a contented sleep, trusting him to keep her safe until morning.

As she sleeps soundly, he can't help but admire her features - the long golden-blonde hair spread across his chest, the perfect curves of her breasts and behind, and that infectious smile that had won him over from the moment they met. He strokes her hair gently, lost in thought as he watches the night shift through the cracks of their shades, casting strange shapes on her delicate features.

He can't believe his luck; this vivacious woman had picked him out of all the men at the bar and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. And now she lay sprawled across his bed, trusting him with her safety while they slept. The thought was almost overwhelming in its intimacy.

He takes a final drag from the cigarette, flicks it away, and blows out the candle beside them before rolling onto his side to face her properly. Her skin gleams softly in the dim light, and he finds himself staring at her lips, wanting nothing more than to taste them again. With a contented sigh, he reaches out to stroke her cheek with gentle fingers.

"I can't believe this is really happening,"

he whispers softly, his voice husky with desire. "You sure know how to make