Totally worth it

The room was dead silent except for a low, constant groan of satisfaction coming from Jeanie. She had left the outfit front and center, but Claudia put it on all by herself. I could only stare at the bombshell on display for me. The 'show more skin' command was probably the smartest wish he could ever make. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

She blushed sweetly and explained as she approached, "I was just thinking about that inscription. And what love might have to do with it." She sat slowly, the leather skirt creaked as it rose up her thick thighs, the slit let me see a strength that came from more than just the Friday lunch rush. Leather squeaked as she wiggled into a comfortable position. "But first things first." She reached into the water basin and pulled out the soaked towel, wringing out the excess liquid. She held it high over the bowl, water splashing back at her, giving a lewd translucency to spots on her top. I glanced subtly, hoping see any indication of nipple, besides their apparent stiffness through the already thin fabric. She raised the towel to my wounded chest and gingerly dabbed at the thin knife wound I'd sustained at the diner parking lot.

The warm towel soothed me even as it slightly stung. My hand tightened into a fist, and I felt her small one slowly slide into it, which I happily accepted. She squeezed it consolingly and looked at me with such a sincere affection I felt time stand still. Jennie took that as a new cue to do that voodoo that she knew so well. She rattled drawers in their tracks, flickered the lights, and scattered papers. Claudia quickly pulled her hand away, hiding her face from the Stranger and feeling her suspicions confirmed. She finished cleaning my first cut and laid a strip of gauze across my side. The used towel fell to the floor while she soaked a fresh one. I started to hear some smooth jazz softly flowing through the room, and Claudia seemed aware of it. I looked at Jeanie who was playing air saxophone, her mimicry skills coming in handy to set the mood.

"You're taking this surprisingly well. You didn't have to help me." That was one of the first honest things I'd said to this girl. I tested the gauze she applied softly, but she rapped my knuckles slightly. I pulled back in genuine shock at her bold move.

"Leave that alone! It needs to set properly. You'll probably need stitching for the bullet." She already had a needle threaded and waiting as she wrung out another towel. She took my hand reassuringly as the towel approached the deeper wound. "This might sting a little." She was wrong, of course.

It stung a lot. I reflexively grabbed her wrist and pushed the hand away, accidentally placing both our hands, hers with a wet towel, onto her exposed chest, warm water quickly running the curves of her chest. Her white top was soon fully see through, and we were both blushing quite hotly. "Not so rough!" I tried to shout, coming off more sheepish then commanding.

"I told you to sit still!" Her authority actually came through in her retort. I let go of her wrist, and waited patiently for her to continue. Claudia started to feel a warmth building as this strong, dangerous man obeyed her orders. She was in control of the scene now, an expert from her readings. "I'm going to touch it again." She said gently, slowly patting down my hot chest. Every lick of the towel made my body tense, and I noticed Claudia appreciating the display. After I was properly scrubbed, she began her needlework.

The tugging and piercing of my skin was uncomfortable, but in Claudia's confident hands, I wasn't worried. "You sure know your stuff." I complimented her. "My patch jobs are never this clean." Claudia had sat me up, and bound my chest with a sturdier gauze to cover all my injuries. Her wet, wobbling chest rubbed against me as I was wrapped like a Christmas present. My comment made her smile.

"I've read up on these kinds of things." She answered coyly. Now who was being a pulp novel character? "Adventuring for ancient treasure is a fantasty of mine. Being the brains to your brawn" She blushed at how forward her confession was, even including me in the fantasy, but I only got harder. She secured my bandaging and sat back satisfied. Her body was overflowing from the sexual tension in the room, but I was gonna make this count.

"Well, if you really wanna help, you said you had an idea about the inscription?" I was genuinely curious to see what she had come up with.

"Well," she began, reverting to her original shyness, though it was much more playful. "I was thinking about lost languages, and how modern translations use the most accurate word available." I noticed Jeanie doing a little touchdown dance. "So I thought," the girl continued, "maybe love wasn't the right translation. Maybe it's a different word. More primal, more carnal, more...lustful?" Her breath quickened with each sentence and her voice sounded more ****. When she leaned closer to me, she smelled like strawberries. Her lips quivered and her eyes glimmered, inches away from bliss. I closed the gap and brought her there.