This fanfiction is
intended for mature readers due to the vivid depiction of a consensual adult
relationship. The setting is First
Season, post-The Preacher. Do NOT attempt the patient care described in
this chapter without first consulting a practical nurse in proper sponge bath techniques
and best practices.
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Kitty lay on her side, half asleep, the afternoon sun
slanting across her bed, warming her to the core. She heard her bedroom door open and then
snick shut again. Matt rounded the foot
of the bed into view, carrying a large wash pan, feathery wisps of steam rising
over it, a couple of towels thrown over his shoulder. Drowsily, she raised her brows at him curiously.
“Bath time, young lady,” he smiled, setting the basin on the
bedside table.
“Bath time?” Her
voice was sleep-hoarse.
“You heard me…”
“But…”
“But what?” He began busily
unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves.
“Well…” She rubbed
the sleep from her eyes and sat up a little.
“Where’s Doc?”
Matt gave her a lopsided grin. “I sent him fishing for supper. Down at the river. He’ll be gone for a while.”
“Oh,” she said quietly as she pressed back against the
pillows.
“What’sa matter?
Don’t you wanna get clean?”
“Yeah, but…” She squinted
at him slightly askance.
“But what?” His eyes
glinted a little. “Scared of me?”
Her mouth twisted in a pout.
“No…I just…”
“Raise your arms…”
“Raise my arms?”
“Are you going to keep echoing my words or are you going to
do what I ask you, young lady?”
She frowned and raised her arms, letting Matt strip her
nightgown over her head. Her cheeks
turned pink, sitting before him completely naked. She didn’t know why. He’d seen her this way plenty of times before
in the past few weeks.
Matt did a fine job of appearing totally detached. He cleared his throat, then dunked a
washcloth in the pan of hot water and soaped it up. He hesitated just a fraction of a second
before he gently clasped her wrist and began slicking the bubbly cloth up and
down her arm.
“Mmm…” The sound
escaped her lips before she realized it.
“Feel good?” His
voice was deep and rumbling and she could feel it clear down into her stomach.
“Yes…” she breathed.
“Smells so good too.”
“’Lavender verbena’…
That’s what the package said.”
She giggled the tiniest bit so as not to aggravate her sore
throat. It was feeling much better these
days, she’d have to admit, thanks to plenty of rest and excellent care from Doc
and Matt and even Isom Dewey, whom Matt said had been doing all the cooking for
them, as well as taking care of the ranch.
Matt finished with one arm and moved to her other, caressing
her skin until it glistened in the sunlight.
He slid the newly-rinsed washcloth around behind her neck, massaging it
slowly until her head dropped back languidly.
She could feel her stiff muscles relaxing under his careful
ministrations.
In a leisurely fashion that made Kitty’s nerves hum, Matt’s attentions
began to trace their lazy way tantalizingly down her body. Her eyes drifted closed languorously as he gently
stroked over her shoulders and chest and finally settled on her soft,
voluptuous breasts. His admiring gaze
drank her in appreciatively as he watched her pebbled, pink rosebuds respond to
his touch, and he was unutterably pleased to see her breath quicken with his
labors. Unhurriedly, the warm cloth
began swirling over her belly and sides.
Kitty drew in a surprised breath when Matt suddenly slipped
his well-muscled arms behind her to pull her bare body against his chest. With his damp fingers, he meticulously drew
her long, tousled hair off her back, all the while noticing how fiery it
appeared in the afternoon sunbeams slanting over her bed. She shivered as he washed her back, gooseflesh
materializing at his delicious touch, and she unconsciously pressed her breasts
closer to him. He asked worriedly, “You
cold?”
“No, not at all…” She
gave a lush sigh and murmured against his shirt, “You just don’t know what you
do to me, Marshal…”
With a small conspiratorial smile overtaking his lips, he seized
the opportunity to whisper in her ear, his breath tickling the small curls at
her neck, “You look so beautiful, Kitty…”
Then he laid her back against the pillows again and traced a finger down
her cheek, pink and glowing, admiring his handiwork.
Matt determinedly soaped his rag again, then began the enjoyable
task of washing her long, luxurious legs and feet, carefully and meticulously, one
at a time. She could feel his eyes on
her the entire time, regarding her smooth skin and generous curves appreciatively
as he made her clean and sweet again. He
slowly rinsed her legs and hesitated only briefly after dipping his washcloth in
the basin of water one final time, taking a deep, fortifying breath.
His eyes locked onto hers as his fingers, swathed in the
warm, soapy cotton, slipped tentatively between her legs. She gasped and her sapphire eyes widened at
his intimate touch, but she did not pull away or tear her gaze from his own. Ruby lips parting, she drew her knees up,
dropping them open a little to give him better access. He muttered faintly to himself, “My sweet
girl…”
He could feel his own body mutinously responding to Kitty’s
actions, to her loveliness, to her scent, to the feel of her. His hands were shaking as he rinsed her
thoroughly. She was slightly breathless
as she rose up to whisper in his ear, “I love it when you touch me, Matt. You make my belly burn, you know that?”
“You do more than make my belly burn, honey,” he managed to
say in a passion-hoarse voice, trying to ignore how tight his pants had
become. “But I’ve got to get you dressed
and change your sheets before Doc gets back.
He’ll have my hide…” He pressed a
lingering kiss longingly on her forehead before reaching over to retrieve a clean,
white nightdress from the bedside table, shaking it out for her to see. It was delicate and fragile-looking, the
material almost diaphanous.
“Where did that come from?” she asked curiously, appreciatively
fingering the expensive fabric.
“I think it was probably your aunt’s,” Matt explained gently
as he dropped it over her head and helped her slip her arms through the sleeves. Kitty gasped in
response to the news.
Matt hesitantly continued, “I found it in a trunk. Along with this…” He handed her a small, worn book bound in leather. It looked very old. His voice was hushed. “I think it’s a journal. I hope you don’t mind. I was hoping to find something for you to
wear while we washed your nightgown. I
didn’t read it, Kitty. I just glanced
quickly inside to see what it was.”
Kitty inhaled sharply and clasped the book to her
chest. Her eyes widened as she gazed at
him. “I don’t mind a bit, Matt
Dillon. Thank you…” She hugged him tightly, noticing the
discomfort in his pants for the first time.
“Oh my…”
“Aw, Kitty…” He
grinned crookedly. “Let myself get
carried away. Shoulda’ known
better…”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
He placed a finger over her lips. “Shh…
Now don’t say that. You can’t
help what you do to me, woman.” He gave her
a sweet, sly grin as she laughed. Easily
scooping her up in his arms, Matt placed her gently on the chaise by the
window, then began stripping the sheets off her bed.
She relaxed against the chair wearily and closed her eyes,
grasping the old journal to her heart. Her
skin still flushed and warm wherever Matt had touched her, she murmured
sincerely, “I’ll be glad when I’m feeling better, Matt.” She covered a small cough, then absently stroked
the luxurious fabric of the nightgown beneath her palm.
Matt spoke with his back to her as he smoothed the clean
sheet over the bed. “Tomorrow, if it’s
as warm as it is today, I’ll wash your hair for you. How’s that sound?”
“Lovely…” She sighed
contentedly, “You’re so good to me, Matt…” Then she opened the creaking leather of the mysterious
journal and began silently reading the ink-inscribed secrets, once black but
long ago faded to brown, contained within its brittle pages…
tbc
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