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By Any Other Name	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own The Big Valley, the characters or situations from the show. I make no money from writing this, just the personal satisfaction of (hopefully!) entertaining those who love the show as much as I do.

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She couldn’t believe her good fortune as she looked around the well-appointed apartment. Who back in her hometown would believe little Heather Thomson was now living in a place like this? She glanced down at the folded bills in her hand, more money than she’d ever seen in her life. Well, they probably would believe what she was doing to earn this lifestyle, she thought cynically. A whore’s daughter was a whore herself, they always told her. She remembered coming home with more than one black eye or bloody nose when she found out what that meant, the parson’s daughter happy to spell it out for her. And when her mama died a few months ago, Heather stopped trying to be better than that and came to San Francisco, ending up working on her back just as everyone predicted.
She looked up from the money to the brilliant blue eyes of the man who had given it to her. “It’s too much, Jarrod,” she protested.
“Nonsense.” Jarrod took her hands in his. “To get the best, you have to pay accordingly. I expect you to use some of that to decorate and furnish this place as you see fit.” He kissed her passionately before eyeing her with a seductive gaze. “But I’ll tell you, I do have a fondness for silk sheets, fine wine and good scotch.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Heather started to unbutton his vest, but Jarrod pushed her hands away.
“Much as I’d love to, beautiful, I have a court date in an hour.” He pulled her close to take her lips again. “But I’ll be back as soon as the judge adjourns.”
Heather molded herself to his body. “Will you be hungry?” she whispered.
“What do you think?” Jarrod asked huskily as he pressed his growing heat against her.
“For food,” she corrected, laughing. “And I thought you had to get to court.”
Jarrod kissed her on the forehead as he stepped back and adjusted his pants. “Dinner would be wonderful,” he told her. He gave her a rakish wink as he left. “See you later.”
Heather wandered through the elegantly appointed sitting room, reflecting that there wasn’t much decorating that needed to be done since Jarrod had arranged for the apartment to be furnished. She perused the cupboards and made a mental note of what was there and what was needed. Heather prided herself on being a good cook; it had irritated her uncle’s wife to no end when Heather started helping out in the kitchen at the hotel and added to or changed what the other woman was cooking, actually getting compliments on the food and requests for seconds. Her Aunt Martha growled and grumbled and cuffed Heather a few times, but from them on, always asked for her husband’s niece to help out when there were customers, even though she took the credit for the food herself.
Heather didn’t know how to do anything terribly fancy, but she was sure she could come up with something Jarrod would appreciate. She went to grab her hat and bag and wondered how much money she would need and what to do with the rest. She didn’t have a bank account, never having enough to bother with before and wasn’t sure how to go about opening one. Besides, they’d probably want to know how she got all that money. Heather pulled out a few bills and tucked them into her bag before putting the rest into the pocket of her oldest skirt. It was good enough for now; she didn’t think it was a likely place for a thief to look.

A couple hours later, she retuned, laden with packages from her shopping. She quickly deposited the silk sheets and robe she’d found in Chinatown on the bed and put the bottle of chardonnay in the icebox before donning a large apron and rolling up her sleeves. Chopping the fresh tomatoes and herbs, Heather spread them on the salmon she’d had filleted at the market before putting it on a plank of wood that was soaking in the sink. It was a recipe she’d only recently learned from the man who cooked at the bordello. He claimed to have learned it from the Salish Indians when he was cooking in the logging camps up the coast and was happy to show her when she asked. Some fresh mushrooms stuffed with cheese and more herbs, a fresh salad and the bottle of white wine chilling in the icebox and dinner was almost done. Leaving everything to cook, Heather went back to the bedroom and made the bed with the new sheets before undressing and then, clad only in the short silk robe, went out to set the table. She was just placing the last of the silverware when Heather heard the door open and she smiled as Jarrod paused in the entrance to the dining room and gave her a long, appreciative look.
“Dinner first, or dessert?”
Smiling seductively, Jarrod walked up and slid his hands onto her hips, taking another slow look. He leaned in to kiss her when they both heard a low growl and Jarrod straightened up, chuckling.
“Well, I was going to say dessert, but my stomach disagrees.”
Heather reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Dinner first, then.” In no time at all, she had the salmon whisked out of the oven and two plates made up. Jarrod opened and poured the wine and they sat down to dinner.
“This is incredible,” Jarrod told her after the first bite. “You’re going to spoil me.”
“Just making sure you get your money’s worth,” Heather told him with a smile. “Besides, I enjoy cooking.” The robe slipped off her shoulder as she reached for the wine and Jarrod was treated to a partial view of a tantalizing breast. He took a few more bites, then nonchalantly placed his free hand on her thigh and slipped it under the robe. His fingers brushed against the hair between her legs and he raised a seductive eyebrow.
“I was wondering if you had anything on under there. Now I know.”
“Dessert after dinner, remember?” Heather teased and then she squawked in surprise as Jarrod dragged her off her chair and on to his lap.
He nuzzled her neck. “I think dinner can wait. I’m sure it will be almost as good warmed up.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured into his ear as he unfastened the robe and pushed it open for better access. His lips moved down to take her breast while one hand slipped into her dripping pussy, rubbing against her clit until two fingers pushed inside. Heather rested her forehead on his shoulder and basked in the attention. She’d been with a lot of men during her short time in the city, but never had anyone made her feel like this. She moaned when Jarrod nipped at her neck. It was sure to leave a mark, but Heather didn’t care as his fingers fucked her harder and faster. “Oh, god, Jarrod,” she breathed, feeling the tension grow, and then it released in a wave to leave Heather shuddering and clenching in her climax. She clung to him and he kept his fingers tight inside her, not moving them until she relaxed.
“Maybe we should adjourn to the bedroom,” Jarrod suggested, a lustful gleam in his eye. Heather nodded, and moved to get up, but Jarrod gathered her into his arms and stood with one smooth motion. He carried her into the next room and laid her on the bed, stretching out beside her. His lips and tongue ravished her mouth as his hand found her breast to pinch and tweak her already taut nipple. Heather took off his tie and efficiently unbuttoned his vest and shirt, rolling him on to his back and straddling him so she could remove them more easily. Jarrod pushed the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the ground with a whisper. Heather let her lips travel down his neck, sucking on the taut nubs of Jarrod’s own nipples on her way down to his stomach. She unfastened his pants and Jarrod raised his hips slightly so she could pull them off, kissing her way back up the inside of his thigh until she reached the silky sac at the juncture of his legs. Jarrod let out a low moan as she caressed it with her tongue, licking up the length of his shaft before engulfing the head in her mouth.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Jarrod groaned as she took in as much of his length as she could, “suck me hard.” Heather complied, sucking him in and out, working his penis with her lips and tongue. She took his balls in her hand and squeezed and fondled them as her mouth continued to pleasure him. She felt them tighten and Jarrod grabbed her head, twining his fingers in her hair as his hips thrust upward. Heather opened her throat to take him even deeper and Jarrod’s moans of ecstasy made the cum she swallowed with every pulse taste like the sweetest nectar. She held him in her mouth until the last shudder was finished and she felt him collapse into the mattress. She slid up beside him and Jarrod enfolded her in his arms.
“I don’t think you have to worry about me not getting my money’s worth,” he told Heather huskily, kissing her temple. “You are just the best little thing I’ve ever had in my bed.”
“It goes both ways,” she murmured back, running her hand over his hips and his stomach. “I don’t think anyone could ever say they had a job they enjoyed more.”
Jarrod chuckled before getting up and handing Heather her robe. “Well, a satisfied employee is a productive employee,” he told her with a wink as he donned his pants. “And I always plan to leave you satisfied. Now how about we finish dinner and then have a second helping of dessert?”
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