Snippet #2035044

Kate was vaguely aware of Cooper's eyes roving her body. Of course, rove wasn't really the right word, as it suggested at least some amount of smoothness. It was more accurate to say that his gaze was jerking about, as he couldn't seem to take in more than one body part at a time. In any case, it didn't particularly concern her, as there really wasn't anything to see. A plain button-up shirt done up to her collarbone and a kerchief on top of that; it didn't get much more conservative. Kate had always found low-cut dresses and corsets to be ridiculously uncomfortable, impractical, and generally obnoxious, and had done quite well for herself parading around in men's clothing. She could never understand the appeal of being, well, appealing. She had other ways of letting loose, many of which involved illegal action, but no matter.

The cowboy surprised her with an oh-so-charming offer that left even our crass, loud mouth outlaw red in the cheeks. “Darlin’, if ya ain’t happy with the way I ride, feel free to take charge. It ain’t all on the gentleman, now is it? After all, ain’t you a good rider yerself?” She quickly recovered, turning her blue eyes on him and flashing a brilliant smile. "The very best, cowboy." If he wanted to flirt, well, two could play at that game. "Of course, I use a pair of spurs and a whip on my horse, so..." she turned out her heel, showing off the wicked bit of metal protruding from the back of her boot, "I hope you won't mind if I do the same here."

She looked as his hand, positioned so very conveniently on his crotch, and laughed again, shaking her head. It was too much. He was too much, though she couldn't bear to leave him just yet. But just as Kate was getting into the game, the suddenly gentlemanly Cooper seemed to change his mind. In the most stately manner he could manage, the cowboy moved to his hands and knees, abandoning his modelesque position against the wall. "Cowboy, you couldn't force me if you tried," she muttered, clapping a hand on his back. "And I hate t'burst yer bubble, but ain't nobody going to serve you in the saloon with you in the state you're in. Especially if you try to seduce the bartender," she added, offering him a hand. "But if you can drag yer ass out of the alley, I'll see what I can do for you."