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Your prey, swift and skilled, maneuvered through the weeping willow trees, a whistling blur of brown melting against the shimmering morning dew. Your vision narrowed as you tuned into the momentum of the mammal, fingers sliding against the grip of the bow. You’d been chasing the damned thing all morning, every decent chance at a kill stolen by a sudden bout of good instinct. But now… “ You’re mine” . You whisper as you draw the arrow and release, striking the majestic buck directly through his heart.
You tidied up the knot as you secured tonight’s supper to your loyal steed. The cool autumn air blew, bringing a chill to your blood-soaked shoulder. With a foot in the stirrup, you pulled yourself onto the horse and set off to feed your family.
Upon arrival to the hearty chunk of land you called home, you were greeted by the camp’s cook, waiting eagerly to see what choice chunk of meat you’d scored today. “ Y/N! ” He exclaimed, rushing toward you with the excitement of a small child. “I see you’ve brought venison.”
“You know your animals, Pearson. Might even give Jack a run for his money.”
“I see the sun has yet to shine upon you today, Miss Y/N .” He sighed, untethering the carcass from your horse.
“I disagree. You get to see plenty of sun when you leave your tent for a while, Mr. Pearson.”
“I’ll make a note of that. Thanks for the meat, Miss.”
“Any time.”
The warm embrace of your blankets was calling to you. It’d been a long morning trying to catch that damned deer, and a nap had been on your mind all day. Sweet solitude and relaxation awaited you just mere feet away from where you were standing. Surely though, part of you knew it wouldn’t come so easily. You hadn’t even pivoted your boot in the dirt to face the tent when a hand gripped your shoulder. You recognized the feeling, and shrugged the familiar fist off. “Leave me be.” You warned, beginning to walk away. Footsteps trailed behind you, all the way to your lodgings. You huffed and took a seat, taking your time to finally meet his eyeline.
Sure enough, there he stood. Feet planted into the dirt, thick arms crossed, and electric blue eyes staring at you from just below the brim of his daddy’s old gambler’s hat. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, waiting for him to say whatever it is he’s just dying to say.
“Go on.” You urged.
“We left things… unfinished , yesterday.” He said firmly, his eyes boring into yours.
“I was finished.” You replied, keeping your tone uninterested, “You made your point and I heard it.”
“Ain’t the same as when we was kids, Y/N . I ain’t going easy on you no more.”
“You weren’t easy on me then neither. You always had a problem with somethin’, Arthur. Then. Now. No difference.”
“All I asked is that you didn’t leave any more messes for me to clean up.” He said through his teeth, leaning in toward you.
You felt the irritation building in your stomach. “I didn’t leave no God damned mess, Morgan .” You spat his name, crossing your arms.
“You left them O’Driscolls alive and let them follow you halfway back to camp.” He growled, “You are lucky I decided to check in on you.”
“Did no such.” You muttered, rolling your eyes and laying back on your bed.
“Sure. Now come on, you gon’ help me with this stagecoach business.” He demanded, coming closer.
“If I’m such a pain in your ass, why you tryin’ to get me to do all these jobs with you?”
“You’re a good shot. Annoyin’, but a good shot.”
“Gee, thanks.” You groaned, covering your face with your pillow.
Next thing you knew, you were being tossed over Arthur’s shoulder as if you didn’t even weigh a pound. You hollered in protest and began beating on his back. He remained unbothered as he carried you to your horse. “C’mon,” He commanded as he positioned you right back into your saddle.
“Fuckin’ unbelievable.” You whispered as you grabbed the reins.
“Real nice. Ladylike. ” He said in response.
“I’m as much a lady as you are a gentleman.” You retorted.
“Can’t argue there.”
The plan for the job was fast, easy. Nothing more than a few choice words to earn the trust of the wealthy, a sob story here and there to make them believe they’re doing charity work for you… before you rob them blind and escape with their valuables. Unfortunately, you made a slight mistake somewhere along the way and left behind a bag of jewelry from the stash of loot. You mentioned it in passing as the two of you escaped the pursuing lawmen, who just so happened to show up at the exact worst time. You rode alongside an already irate Arthur deep into the woods, as fast as you could to throw the cops off your trail.
Eventually, the coast seemed clear. Arthur dismounted and stood in silence, staring daggers at you. You stared back at him for a while, refusing to roll belly-up to him.
“I already know what you’re gonna say, Arthur.” You mutter. You waited to hear his usual lecture about not being careful enough, getting yourself and everyone else killed, yada yada .
He remained silent for what felt like a very long time.
“I think you’re a rat.” He accused.
Your eyes widened in disbelief. “ What?”
Obviously, that was not what you thought he would say.
“You heard me.”
You slid effortlessly off of your horse, arms crossed as well now, and stood face to face with Arthur.
“I ain’t no damn rat, Morgan.”
“The lawmen been showin’ at awfully convenient times lately.”
“Yeah? And who’s to say it weren’t you tippin’ them off?” You pointed your finger into his chest, pressing it up against him.
“I’d never betray Dutch. And you know that.” He replied.
“Neither would I.”
“You and John was always real close. He left. Asked you to join him, didn’t he? Why didn’t you?” Arthur pressed, his voice getting louder.
“You know he had his reasons.” You hissed back, your anger drawing you closer and closer to Arthur.
“ Why you always defendin’ him? Maybe you’re both rats.” He spat.
“ I ain’t no God damned rat, Morgan!”
Your faces were inches from each other, blood flowing and rage coursing through both of your veins. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and you were sure he could feel the same from you.
“ Even if you ain’t no rat, you’re still a damn idiot! ” He exclaimed, and for just a second, his face twitched as if he regretted saying the words out loud. And if so, he was right to regret it, because it pushed you right over the edge.
You cocked your fist and punched him, square in the nose. White hot spread over your knuckles, and you watched as Arthur staggered back a step. A crimson drop of blood dripped from his nostril. He didn’t respond to the blood. It didn’t even seem like it hurt him. He simply clenched his jaw and said the word one more time, taunting you.
“ Idiot. ”
You were seeing red. You wanted nothing more than to absolutely destroy Arthur in this moment. That little drip of blood wasn’t anywhere close to enough. You stormed him, fist raised yet again, you pulled back and swung, only to have him catch you by your wrist mid-strike. His strength alone knocked you back, causing you to lose your balance. You fell back into the colorful array of leaves that littered the forest floor. He held his body against you, trying to get you to stop your thrashing. “You need to calm down .”
Defeated, you laid on the ground, paralyzed by his weight. His gaze was locked into yours as his face hovered above you, blood dripping from his nose onto your cheek. “Are you done?” He growled.
Maybe it was the way the sun shone through the red and orange trees, highlighting him and his messy hair and bloody nose with a brilliant halo of light. You’d never been so up close and personal with Arthur before… he was strangely beautiful. The moment took you, and you gave in and kissed him. He responded as if he were waiting for this moment to come. His lips melted right into yours, an adrenaline-filled entanglement of blood and saliva. The metallic taste in your mouth was familiar, but it was typically your own. His hand released its grip on your arms and moved up to your face, his fingers weaving through your hair. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to you as you grazed his lip with your teeth. He dragged his lips down your jaw and onto your neck, the scruff of his beard leaving goosebumps to pepper your body. He bit your neck — a little harder than you thought he would. It was a welcome surprise. Another welcome surprise was his hand, no longer entangled in your hair but now sliding down your throat, gripping it just firmly enough. “You’re insane, y’know that?” He said in a low, guttural voice.
The air caught in your throat as you tried to speak. “What you gonna do, strangle me?” You taunted, just a little bit nervous.
“No.” He stated flatly. “I like ya too much.”
“You hate me.” You whispered.
“Sometimes.”
“You like me right now?” You asked softly, tracing a finger down towards his belt.
“Sure.” He breathed.
“You want to fuck me?” You asked, gripping the inseam of his jeans. You looked up at him longingly, patiently waiting for the approval to tear him apart. The pure animalistic attraction that you felt was incredibly intense.
“Are you done actin’ a fool?” He asked firmly.
“Find out.”
His grip on your trachea tightened ever so slightly. You struggled to swallow as you unbuttoned his pants. You reached down to grab his cock which, sure enough, was rock hard. You maintained eye contact as you began to stroke, watching him struggle to keep his tough guy face on. You could tell he just wanted to let go and release all of his anger and frustration into you.
“Don’t be such a flower, Morgan.” You taunted, still stroking him slowly. “What is it? You need to be wedded before knockin’ boots with somebody?”
“Do you ever shut up?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Like I said. Make me .” You provoked him, attempting to push his pants off with your foot.
“ Gladly .” He said, dragging his palm up to your cheek and shoving his thumb into your mouth, getting a firm hold onto your chin with his index finger.
“Not good enough.” You tried to say, though it didn’t exactly come out as smoothly. You successfully pushed his pants down around his knees. His cock was throbbing in your hand and his eyes were narrowed, still focused intensely on you.
“You ain’t gonna shut up until I fuck you, huh?” He muttered.
“You’re a quick one, Arthur.” You mumbled, his thumb still holding your tongue.
“Fine… Get yer’ clothes off then.” He commanded. You complied, like a good girl. As quickly as you could, being obstructed as you were, you wiggled and wormed your way out of your pants. Arthur helped a little, but not much. As soon as you were pantsless, he kicked the remainder of his own off as well. He adjusted your hips with his free hand and lined himself up with you before putting his weight back onto that same hand. Right as you were about to make a snarky comment, he slowly slid himself inside of you, practically knocking the wind out of you as you stretched to fit him in. At that same time, he got nice and close to your face and spit, right into your open mouth. You were shocked. Turned all the way on, but still shocked nonetheless. You closed your eyes and swirled the tobacco-tasting spit in your mouth for a moment before swallowing it and letting out a low groan.
He started out slow, ensuring that you really got to feel the full effect of him. He was reveling in the fact that you were so pleased. Once you did finally look at him, you saw the most shit-eating grin that you’d ever seen in your life. You maintained eye contact with him as he started to pick up the pace, his hips pounding to a much quicker tempo. The strength that he exhibited in his every day life found no exception in this sexual encounter, and he made damn sure that you felt the absolute power of his body as it made love to you.
Your bodies were drenched with sweat as he continued his strokes, and the occasional breeze was wholly welcomed. He grabbed one of your legs and pressed it against your chest, using your shin as leverage for him to continue penetrating you. Your hands were on his chest now, nails dug into his moist skin. “You feel so good.” He said softly, taking a moment to slow down and collect himself.
“You ain’t gon’ finish early on me, are you Morgan?” You teased, a devilish grin creeping onto your face.
He chuckled breathlessly, shaking his head at you. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
He chuckled, flinging your one leg entirely over his shoulder, whilst moving the other to do the same. You were now completely folded in half, calves on either side of Arthur’s face as he leaned down onto you. Once more, he spit into your mouth before covering your mouth with his hand. Slowly, he began to thrust again and you fought to hold back a scream as he filled you entirely again, except so much deeper in this position. You swore he was scrambling up your insides. Your eyes rolled back once more as you breathed heavily into his palm. “ Heh.” You heard him laugh under his breath. Every movement of his hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, and he was hitting you right where you wanted him to be. Your breath hitched as the feeling intensified, and every muscle in your body tensed before eventually releasing again, a wave of relief rushing over you. You screamed his name into his hand, muffled but still as loud as your voice would allow you.
He chuckled and let you get some air while he took a break himself. “Can’t say I never did nothin’ for ya.”
“Shut… Up… Arthur…” You spat between breaths. He always had something smart to say. “Now…” You began once you caught your breath, “On your back.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” You said, pushing him off and out of you. “On your back.”
Arthur did as he was told, and sat back into the leaves. You rolled upwards and climbed into his lap, one hand on his chest pushing him back onto his elbows. You positioned yourself on your knees above his dick and lowered yourself onto it, prompting Arthur’s eyes to roll back now. He let his head roll as well as he let out a gruff moan. You began to ride him, rocking your hips back and forth as you lifted and lowered.
“Really are a cowgirl, ain’t ya?” He teased.
“I’m sick of you, Arthur.” You replied.
He laughed as much as he could at a time like this, a large smile revealing his crooked teeth. Sometimes, he was cute. You put your hands on his chest for support and continued your riding, Arthur’s fingers digging into your hips as you went. You could tell it was getting harder for him to hold back. A devilish grin spread across your lips as you leaned in to kiss him, quick and gentle. You whipped your hair back and placed your hand on his thigh, while letting the other rest on his belly -- both essential to keep your balance with your already weakened legs. He used his grip on your hips to push himself up into you as you increased your speed, keeping a timely yet sensual pace as you rode him to orgasm. His breath hitched and he let out a short, low moan as he jerked upwards one last time, filling you entirely with his cum. It was the most noise he’d made, other than his constant smart-ass comments. “ Jesus , woman.” He exhaled.
You rolled off of him, lying parallel to his body in the leaves. He ran a hand through his hair, now drenched with sweat, as he tried to catch his breath.
“Still think I’m a rat?” You questioned, somewhat jokingly.
“Nawh…” He said softly. “I didn’t mean that, y’know.”
“So I punched you for no reason?” You chuckled.
“Been a long time comin’, I think.”