Title: HSU: WWW: Good Mornin
Author: Kendra
Rating: IMBSBICSI (I may be southern but I can't spell it)
Summary: Kendra's intro to the new man in town- be warned, this is totally self-serving. I promise to open it up once everyone arrives in town.
Disclaimer: I own it all. Oh, that must be my medication talking, I own nothing but lint.
Note: I'm sure tons of mistakes. I wrote this on paper last night while sleep eluded me. So, I'm sure when typing it in today I muffed it up...so sorry.
Timeline: I'm honestly not sure, right now I guess it doesn't matter.

"Mornins, I hate mornins," Kendra groaned as she stumbled downstairs while partially buttoning her storm blue shirt. The effort to tuck the material into her black pants was just too much for so early in the mornin so she opted to do it later. Her bare feet made no sound as she strolled into the storefront and headed directly to the row of glass jars along the front counter.

The blonde stood in deep contemplation before the counter, debating on what wondrous confection would be her morning meal. "I think a peppermint stick might clear the cobwebs," she grinned as she reached into the glass jar, grabbing her prize.

With a moan of pure delight she put the end of the peppermint stick into her mouth and padded out the front door. Kendra winced in the bright mornin light as she looked to the cloudless blue sky and sighed longingly. It had been weeks since the last sign of rain, and though dust and dirt made for good business at her bathhouse. She longed to see the clouds burst forth with their cool, sweet, liquid gift...she was damned tired of watching dirt devils skip across the countryside.

"Mornin, Miss Katie," Sheriff Jinn greeted with a tip of his hat. The annoyed look on the woman's face made him start over. "Sorry, mornin, Miss Kendra.... Ah...Miss Rowdy," he corrected knowing the blonde's hatred of her given name and refusal to answer to anything now but Kendra or Miss Rowdy.

"Mornin, Sheriff," Kendra grinned as she leaned against the storefront and watched the big man saunter his way to the Golden Spur for breakfast with Miss Dande. It would be nice to have a male body to wake up to upon occasion she thought.

"Damn, but I need a man," Kendra groaned as she slid one bare foot over the other and pulled the peppermint stick from her mouth.

She'd heard rumors about the new Marshal who'd rode into town the other day. But didn't pay much heed to what a few of the women had said about him. How could any man be that temptin and her type to boot? Well, besides that foreign drifter with the eyes of emerald green and skills in bed that left her weak in the knees long after he'd left that mornin.

Kendra couldn't help but giggle when she thought back to that night of so many months back. She knew it was a dalliance, and nothing more. He was probably back in his land of endless snow and ice, protecting his Czar or whatever they called their leader she mused. "Damn, but I need a man real bad," the blonde longingly sighed before sliding the peppermint stick between her lips and gliding it slowly in and out.

~~*~~

The jingle of spurs didn't break the bathhouse Ho's mornin reverie and breakfast break. But the audible male gulp from a few feet beside her certainly did, as she finally glanced to her left.

Kendra slid the melting peppermint from her mouth and unconsciously bit her bottom lip when she got her first look at Marshal Kenobi. She nearly slid to the ground from her comfortable perch as the black-clad man beside her shifted his stance rather uncomfortably. Her eyes drank in every inch of him, as if she were dying of thirst. From the tips of his dust covered black boots, to the shiny silver buckle of his holster, right down to the sprinkling of amber chest hair peaking temptingly from the golden expanse of skin left to weather the elements, where the top buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned. If that weren't enough to get the woman's blood to boil like the desert's kiss, when her gaze traveled across his dirt smudged, stubbled cheek to his eyes, she was reminded of the ocean waves of her childhood home on the eastcoast. His eyes were the most intriguing color Kendra had ever seen. The radiant hues of sunset couldn't hold a candle to his sparkling gaze.

"Ma'am," the Marshal croaked uncomfortably as he shifted his stance once more and the tantalizing creak of leather made the woman lowly moan.

"Marshal," Kendra nearly whimpered as she suddenly dropped her candy to the wooden planks below her bare feet.

"Ah, you dropped your...well your...sorry," Kenobi stammered as he looked from her talented lips to the candy at her feet.

"What? Oh...the candy," the blonde finally realized as she followed his gaze to her feet. "Plenty more where that came from," she grinned as she motioned to the store behind her.

"I see, an unusual business venture you have there," the Marshal mused as he read the wooden placard above the door, 'Kendra's Confections and Bath House.'

"It's been called worse," she laughed. "I make a good livin at it. Figured if I was gonna open my own place, it had to be two of my own pleasures...sweets and water. Kendra Rowdy," she introduced as she straightened her stance and extended her hand to the handsome man beside her.

"Marshal Kenobi...Obi-Wan," he quickly corrected before taking her offered hand. But instead of the expected handshake, he brought her hand to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss to her hot skin.

Damn but I need this man, Kendra thought to herself as her heart raced. When his enchanting eyes once again met hers, she could have sworn he'd read her mind by the wicked smile, which graced his lips.

"Ah, well...ah...could I interest you in a hot bath?" Kendra suggested as she tried to sound more in control than she actually felt. "It's on the house," she quickly added then groaned at how pathetic she sounded.

"A hot bath would be nice," Kenobi agreed. "Howevah, I insist on comin to some sort of mutual agreement for the use of the tub," he stated as he raised his brow in a most seductive way.

"Would you like me to wash you back?" The blonde evilly asked as Kenobi followed her into the shop.

"Only on one condition," the lawman objected as they stopped at the door.

"Condition? And what type of condition would that be?"

"That I get to wash your back." He wickedly stated as Kendra could have sworn the man could melt the snows of winter by just that lopsided grin alone.

Kendra didn't need to be told twice. Like a flash of lightning, she slammed the door shut behind her, locked it, and flipped the open sign to closed and pulled down the shade. She'd worry about finding help to run the place later and wouldn't give the lowly threats of that no-good bank owner wanting to buy her out any more thought. She had other plans and they included water, a naughty Marshal and some satisfaction. And she knew the man before her could deliver it all. Damn, she couldn't wait to find out.

~~*~~

Gunfire interrupted the couple as they lounged lazily in the huge tub. "Ignore it, it's probably just Emmy getting released from Sheriff Jinn's jail again," Kendra insisted as the Marshal once again relaxed against her.

"Is it always this...this..."

"Spirited?" Kendra laughed as the Marshal sat up and turned around in the cooling water to see her.

"I was thinking of another word, but spirited would describe this town," Kenobi chuckled as he slid silently through the water to wrap his arms around the woman.

"Believe it or not...this is rather a quiet time around Hestia," the blonde smiled. "Wait till Saturday night...things usually pick up on the weekends."

"Oh..." the Marshal mused as his brow furrowed in contemplation.

"Don't think...just kiss me," Kendra ordered as she watched that naughty look spread across Kenobi's face once more at the blatant order.

"Yes ma'am...that I can do, and more," the Marshal seductively whispered before claiming her lips in a fiery kiss.