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"Dutch PLEASE."
You were practically begging him now, following him around the camp like a stray.
"He hasn't been home in TWO DAYS, and you and I both know how much he hates setting up camp outside." You watch as he stops and turns around to let you finish. "AND," You continue. "Everyone knows that he looks up to you and respects you so much that he won't refuse a job you give him."
Dutch quirks an eyebrow up at you, like he's thinking over his decision. Your eyes trail downwards as a manicured hand goes to rest on his forearm.
"Dutch, let the boy be so his woman will know he's safe, If I was me, I'd be worrying about ya," Molly says, and gives him a light smile as they make eye contact.
"Alright, alright, the next time he comes home he can rest, just make sure that he's rested and ready for our next train heist." Dutch says, wrapping an arm protectively around her waist.
You nod, smiling as you watch them walk away to their shared tent.
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You lay in your shared cot, dress in your night gown with the tent sides closed, and the oil lamp burning on the table next to you. You sigh as you stare straight up, wondering when someone familiar will finally slip into the tent, and gently kiss your forehead, running his rough hands through your hair, and leaning farther down to press your lips together in a sweet and much needed kiss. Knowing now that you'll finally get at least a day with Arthur makes it even harder to wait for him patiently. You're fingers tap lightly on your thighs in some type of beat as you try to keep your mind busy. Though, it can't help wandering back to Morgan. Maybe he'd take of his gear, and lay down next to you, and kiss from your temple down, farther to your cheek, then jaw, and finally your neck, just worshipping being next to your body again. Or maybe he'd be pent up with stress, and feverishly kiss you as he takes off his gear, and then getting on top of you slowly, trapping your legs beneath his thighs and caging you in with his arms on either side of your head. You continue to imagine the scenarios and don't miss when your fingers twitch and slowly move down your stomach. Getting lost in the dreams, you barely notice one side of the tent being lifted up until you see someone step inside, and your hands shoot up.
A familiar laugh calms your beating heart, and starts it to speed up for a different reason.
"Arthur! You scared me!" You smile as he steps closer into the light, and you see him smiling too, the ends of his eyes crinkled up and his nose a bit too. He looks a little tanner from the last time you saw him, and it proves again just how many jobs he's been doing.
"Sorry Darling," He says it with such love your heart flutters for a moment. "Was I about to catch you doing something? Was I interrupting?" He smirks a bit as he says this.
You puff your cheeks out and blush as you sit up, smacking his arm.
"I was thinking of YOU, you know, and, you can't blame me because it feels like forever since I've actually seen you."
He shakes his head as he looks down towards the floor, scoffing before he removes his hat and tosses it at the chair, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. He takes a gentle hand and tilts your chin up, making your lips meet as you smile into the kiss. "I love you Arthur Morgan," You whisper against his lips, and he immediately dives back in to kiss you, pushing you back against the bed as he goes to get on top of you.
You interrupt the kiss by pushing him lightly away from of the bed.
"What?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
"You are on getting on MY bed with all that nasty gear and guns attached to you. Take it off." You point at him and then point to the chair behind him, and he turns his body and steps out of the way to look at it before looking back at you.
"So now it's your bed?" He scoffs, but still listens to you and starts to take the gear off.