How the West Was Won

Belle watched as Clyde tried to stand up and stagger towards the door. She kept a cool look on her face but didn't move just yet. "Clyde..." She said in almost a sweet tone. "I'm bein real nice right now. I'm thinkin bout ya and makin sure everythin's alright with ya but if ya step out through that door, I'll hogtie ya again."

She smiled at Clyde's back, her words were easy, despite how they sounded. "So, why don't ya lay back down and just enjoy a nice hot dinner. I'll order ya a big ol steak and potatoes. Then you can shower and be on yer way." She smiled at Clyde's back.

"Is it really so bad?" She asked. "It's better'n what'll happen is ya try and walk through that door. I promise ya, Clyde."

Clyde stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Belle, he turned to face her, eyeing her curiously as she claimed she'd hogtie him. Hearing that made him listen, he wasn't in much of a state to argue and steak and potatoes sounded nice, real nice. But surrendering to Belle like this wasn't cool.

He glared at her sternly, standing there for a moment. "Alright... But it ain't 'cause you said so." He told her firmly before he marched back to the bed and plopped back down on it, crossing his arms in front of her chest as he kept a pair of wary eyes locked on her.

"No, of course it ain't." Belle said with a grin as Clyde sat back down on the bed. She hopped up and slipped over towards the phone and rang for room service. A quick phone call later and everything was on the way.

Belle then hopped onto the bed next to Clyde and scooted over towards him. "Dontcha think it'd be ok ta just relax a bit?" Belle said as she tried to creep around to Clyde's back and push herself against his back, bringing her hands to his shoulders.

"I mean, what are ya really worried I'm gonna do to ya, Clyde?"

Clyde flinched when he felt Belle against him, her hands on his shoulders made him very uneasy. Relaxing was nice but he didn't exactly trust Belle.

"...Things." He said defensively. Recalling her once telling him that if she wanted to touch him, she would touch him.

"Mmmm..."

Belle smiled despite the cold shoulder and began to push her fingers into his neck, massaging the area she was griping with surprisingly strong hands.

"Oh, Clyde." She said, grinning, making sure her chest never broke contact with his bare back, rubbing slightly as she made the massaging motion with her hands. "Yer so tense. Ya really do need ta relax." She purred. "Ya need ta be treated like the real man ya are." She added.

"Nnn..."

As much as Clyde hated to admit it. Belle's fingers felt heavenly. His whole body was sore right now and her firm hands felt nice. She wasn't dainty about it and he favored a strong grip. And as much as he hated to admit it, her chest on his back felt very, very nice. All this made him start leaning back into Belle and he actually started to relax until her last couple words caught his attention and caused him to frown.

"...D-Don't... Don't call me that." He said solely. "Aint nothin' man about me... I said I'd stop drinkin' and I went back on my word." It sounded patronizing to him. Clyde didn't feel like a man. He didn't know what he was.

"Just don't." He added as he lowered his head.

belle stopped her massaging and frowned. She leaned in so her lips brushed against the side of his neck and her hand slipped around to press against his chest.

"Clyyyde?" She said in a gentle tone. "What's all this about?" She added curiously as her hand began to rub his chest.

"It's fine fer a man ta have a drink every once in a while." She said. "But... I don't get it. I know ya lost but that shouldn't make ya feel like less of a man. I got bamboozled and I didn't even haveta go toe ta toe with that gal the whole time!"

She turned her head and looked off in the distance. "I still think yer a man, Clyde." She said and let her hand slip down his stomach. "And I can think of at least a few places on ya that're pretty manly." She said and giggled.

Clyde flinched and twisted when he felt Belle's lips on his neck, a shiver going up his spine. "F-Fuck... S-Stop..." He growled, only to melt as he felt her hands gliding over his chest, his stomach. The cowboy, bit his lip as he huffed through his nose, eyes glazing upwards in ecstasy.

He told himself this was wrong and she was bad news.

[color=#0033ff]"...B....B-Belle![color] He pawed at Belle's hands and tried to push away, sitting up his knees on the bed as he turned to look at Belle.

"We're not doing this." He said firmly through a red face.

Belle raised an eyebrow as Clyde turned to face her. There was a wry smile on her face as she gave him a coy look. "Doing what?" She asked and then laughed. They were doing whatever Belle wanted them to do.

She licked her lips and let her eyes slide down his body until she heard the knock at the door. "Oooh, roomservice!" She said and slipped away from Clyde, letting her fingers brush through his blonde hair. She scampered off and opened the door quickly, letting the cart roll in. She then pushed it up to Clyde.

"Bon appetite!" She said, grinning as the French came out rather differently with her southern drawl.

Clyde furrowed his brow as Belle played coy. He knew what she was doing and it wasn't cute at all. He clinched his fists at his side with a red face on his cheeks, knowing he might have to force his way out of this. At least it looked that way before someone knocked at the door.

The cowboy blinked, watching Belle spring up, flinching as she ran her soft fingers through his hair. That felt nice, whether he didn't want to admit it or not.

When he turned around while sitting on the edge of the bed, he was greeted by Steak and Potatoes. He took a whiff and nearly collapsed. It smelled heavenly. "I guess It couldn't hurt ta' stay a bit..." He muttered, knowing that he hated this place.

Clyde eagerly grabbed a knife and fork and started cutting away at the steak before popping a piece into his mouth. "MMHH!!" He exclaimed suddenly. "GOOD!" He cried out, wide eyed, maybe he was just sore and tired but the food tasted heavenly!

"Thish ish really food!" He exclaimed at Belle pleasantly. "Thanks for orderin'..." He muttered softly, feeling it was right to at least say that.