<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Nash_bilton.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sheriff Nash Bilton<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs (5) Sheriff<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sheriff's Office/Gomorra Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ginny, Dolores, Open<br/><hr/>Nash straightened from all his frisking with a knowing smile - he was rather used to a woman being able to get his rifle cocked, but the little tremble on her part wasn’t fear - and when his hands had closed around the tops of her stockings, there had been an undeniable warmth that made him grin cockily.<br/><br/>Oh, he felt rather bad for the next dove with pale skin and a nice ass that crossed his path.  He was going to leave bruises.  He looked down at her as he straightened, noting the little flush in her cheeks, the teasing tone as she tried to regain her equilibrium.  He was tempted for a moment to snatch her back to put her off guard, and as she bent to retrieve her hat he gave her a low, rough chuckle.<br/><br/>“Oh, Miss Whateley, I might have been in error before.  I think we only just beginning to get<em>familiar.</em>”  There was dripping lasciviousness in the last word, and for a moment he was tempted to haul her back into the cell once more - but he kept his hands to his sides.<br/><br/><em>This</em>time.<br/><br/>When she returned with all her things, her gifts, he smiled and raised an eyebrow.  He followed that taunting finger as it traced across her bosom, smile widening as she suggested there were smuggled weapons he hadn’t searched for.  He rather admired the way she danced into the safety of the cell after goading him, and slipped his hands through the bars and leaned against the cell.<br/><br/>“Don’t you worry, Miss Whateley.  Next time you come to visit your… aunt, I’ll be<em>extra</em>thorough with<em>all</em>those places you might conceal anything.  A lockpick is such a<em>tiny</em>thing, and you can never be<em>too</em>careful.”  There was a dangerous and playful edge to his voice, eyes tracing over her as she took her seat - but then Dolores hug nicely undercut the burgeoning tension between the two of them.<br/><br/>“... y’all have a nice visit.  Dolores, you be good for your niece.”<br/><br/>He turned and strode away, settling back into his desk and giving a happy little groan.  Poor Mabel - she was gonna<em>get</em>it.