Dancing With the Vet
By Donna and Abs

Charity was having a good time visiting with the other ladies of Edan. She had spent most of the evening behind the food tables, helping Lupe serve the food. A few of the men had ventured over, asking her to dance, but she had put them off, saying that she might do some dancing later. In reality, she was more comfortable working with horses than she was dealing with men. It wasn't that she was that shy. In fact, it
was just the opposite. She tended to be outspoken, and not afraid of voicing her opinion. That and her sometimes fierce competitive nature tended to scare men off.

Once everyone had eaten, she excused herself and went to mingle. She smiled as she saw Ceara and Patrick dancing together. He appeared to be taking good care of her little friend. She looked for Samuel, and to her surprise, saw him dancing with the older Campbell girl. That pleased her too. She and Sam had become like brother and sister almost in their relationship. It made her happy to see him dancing instead of
standing around talking to men like the vet, Tom Kirby, like he had been doing most of the evening.

~Speaking of the vet~, she thought to herself, looking for him in the crowd. She wanted to ask him if he would come out sometime in the next week or so to check on a lame horse. Seeing him off to the side, nursing a beer, Charity made her way over to where he was standing.

Seeing her come over, Tom put the beer to the side and said, "Well, hello.  How are you this evening?"

"Just fine," she said with a bright smile. "Usually I would rather be mucking out stalls than attending a party, but this one is good. Other than Sam and Ceara, I hardly ever get a chance to talk to anyone. Oh, remember that pregnant mare that you treated for colic last month? She delivered a huge stud colt a couple of days ago. He is going to be a nice one."

The Vet raised his hand.  "No more talking shop. Come," he said, "dance with me.  I insist!"

Charity's jaw dropped in surprise. An invitation to dance from the handsome vet had been the last thing she had expected.  They hadn't exactly gotten off on the right foot the first time they had met, after all. And the few times he had come out to the farm, they had usually managed to butt heads over something before the visit was over. She didn't realize that Tom actually enjoyed the verbal sparring sessions with
her. Most of the women in his life tended to back away from him when he got testy over something.

"Sure," she said. "I haven't done any dancing yet."

He seemed surprised. "You can't tell me that no one has asked you!"  His eyes went from her head to her feet in an appraising glance that nearly undressed her.

That she was used to. Her usual skintight riding britches that she wore invited that type of look. "I've been asked," she chuckled as they joined the other dancers. "But I was helping Lupe."  She soon found out that Tom was just as good of a dancer as he
was a vet. The song was a slow one, and it felt good to be in his arms. A stirring deep inside of her started to surface, but she squelched it. He was just being nice to her, that was all.

But when he moved closer, snuggling a little as he settled into a comfortable
position to dance, she realized he *was* happy that she was there.  Something was stirring in him, too.

Again she was surprised. He had been out on the dance floor with quite a few of the ladies that evening. Why was he reacting this way to her? And from the way his hand was drifting lower and lower as they danced, he was thinking about doing other things than dancing.

Charity was no nervous virgin. There had been times out on the show circuit that she and another competitor had engaged in a little horizontal tango, but she hadn't been with anyone since coming to Edan. Looking up into Tom's eyes, she made a little motion
with her head away from the dancing.

He nodded in agreement, when suddenly there was a bit of a commotion and the dancers all seemed to scatter. Thoughts of love - at least the physical kind - were
put on temporary hold as everyone turned to see the procession that was arriving, for procession it was!

No less than King Arthur and his knights were arriving!

Of course, everyone gathered around the newcomers, especially the ladies. Melissa was with them! Dressed in a beautiful gown, she was riding in a fancy carriage driven by one of the knights, with her armed escort riding close to ensure her safety. As Melissa was handed down from the carriage, Sarah Jo and some of the doctors elbowed in closer, bright smiles on their faces. It was good to see her there!

Charity shrugged. "Later?" she asked, grinning as Tom threw back his head and laughed.

"Not on your life.  I'm taboo, remember?  Unless you think I look like the big bad wolf, too?"

She grinned right back at him. "Lets go then. With all this excitement, I don't think anyone will even notice we are gone." Tom took her hand and they ran away from
the crowd gathering around the group from Camelot.

There was something fun and dangerous about it, like they had just escaped from school and were playing hooky.  So they laughed as they ran, holding hands. It made the first kiss, behind the livery, that much sweeter.

As his mouth met hers, Charity's body melded against Tom's. There was a subtle struggle for dominance even in their kiss, something that seemed to turn Tom on
even more. That and the fact one of her hands was clutching his backside as the other held his head to hers.

He was moaning into her mouth, so hungry for her that he seemed to be  trying to eat her from the mouth down.  Down below, he was just as insistent.

They had made their way up into the same hayloft that had been occupied earlier that evening by Connor and Katherine, articles of clothing forming a trail behind them as they went. "Damn tight jeans," she mumbled as she struggled to get them undone. All she was wearing now was her bra and panties, and while she was trying to get his pants down, he was attempting to unsnap the back of her bra.

The pants got caught on his very erect and totally swollen member.  He made a little sound and it made her laugh, so he pushed her back and growled at her.

They had a brief, but fierce, wrestling match in the hay before he was able to pin her down with his body, his mouth once more devouring hers. God, he was enjoying this. Charity had a lean, athletic body, her muscles strong from working with horses all her life. And she was putting up just enough resistance to make it a lot more interesting than a woman who just submitted to his advances without any struggle at all. She complained as his mouth separated from hers, but arched up under him as it closed down on one of her high, firm breasts, sucking her hard nub of a nipple deep into his mouth.

When he let it go he looked up at her, his eyes gone a strange, golden color in the dim light of the hayloft. "God," he gasped, "I need you . . ."

The need in her eyes was just as great. "Then quit yer gabbing and take me!" she growled, wrapping her legs around his slim hips, opening herself up to him completely. He groaned, entering her with one smooth thrust, pushing himself in as far as he could go.

He gasped, almost losing it right there; but that would have been more of a tragedy than Romeo and Juliet!  No, it had to last, because it had never been so desperate, so sharp.  Gritting his teeth, he fought back the urge to dump his seed in her immediately, and yet held on to the intensity of the feeling.  When he had done this, he began moving inside her.

It was every bit as good as he had imagined it to be, all those times he had watched her as she rode or worked, picturing in his head what it would feel like to make love to her. She bucked underneath him, calling out his name as sank his shaft in deeper and
harder with each thrust, her trimmed fingernails digging into the straining muscles of his shoulders. "Oh God yes!" she screamed, her hips thrashing as she quickly reached her climax.

Tom screamed some NC-17 expletives as he barely resisted following her.  "No, not yet, no," he groaned, enjoying it way too much to have it end without a struggle.

She laughed, biting the side of his neck and clamping down hard on his manhood with the muscles of her hot, tight tunnel. They couldn't help competing against each other in the midst of their lovemaking. Tom bit her back, loving every moment of their deliciously sweet but intense battle in the hay. He continued to move in and out, rapidly building her up to another explosive orgasm.

This time he could not help it, he had to follow her over the edge.  He did so with more profanity, but they were both laughing by now.  Cuddling afterward in the hay, Charity said while nibbling on his ear, "Was it good for you?"

"Didn't feel a thing," he replied, and they both laughed happily at the lie.