(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
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From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
A/N: merry Christmas u FILTHY ANIMALS Ps this chapter contains SMUT
Picking Petals
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Your hands remained rested on the door's brass handle for a few moments as the dark wood door gave a notable click confirming it's closure.
It almost took some form of courage to turn to face the room, Arthur staking out the space curiously - peeking in night stands and through the wardrobe doors.
"It ain't a palace but it's better than camp at least," the outlaw laughed casually, you wondered whether he could feel your hesitation and nervous tension. Arthur stopped by the small window pane that overlooked the sleepy town of Strawberry, the horse's heads outside lowered and still - suggesting they were both snoozing.
There was a short pause before Arthur spoke again, sighing gently as he removed his battle worn hat from his head.
"I sure hope that horse does right by you (name)." The outlaw stated, his hat placed on one of the night stands as his satchel and weapon belt looked to be following suit.
"So do I," you returned brightly, "for all the trouble you went to getting him for me."
Feet pacing to the other side of the bed - a sense of dread and confirmation befell you as your backside hit the mattress. Maybe it was your total lack of inexperience to do with men and life in general that made you feel so worried about the prospect of merely sharing a room - like there was some etiquette or code to follow.
You sat facing the wall for some moments, feeling the bed shift as Arthur sat down on the opposite side to you, the sound of his spurs jingling as he removed his boots.
"It weren't no trouble." He answered your prior comment modestly, as was always with Arthur. He never liked to make people feel as if they were burdening them... unless of course he hated that person, then he was happy to let them know if they were an inconvenience.
Your (eye colour) eyes nervously scanned the ripped old wallpaper on the wall, with it's red and pink designs - the further untended characteristics of the room jumping out in the muddy yellow light of the bedside lamps. With your back still turned, you again felt the bed shift as Arthur kicked his legs up onto the plush mattress - a rather masculine deep sigh of content and relief emitting from his throat.
Unwittingly, you were being carefully watched by the cowboy. He noticed how rigid your spine was, how tense your figure in general seemed to be - he felt some responsibility for that, the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable.
"Y' want me to see if I can talk that clerk downstairs into freein' another room up?" His sudden question made you jump ever so slightly, a guilty sensation enveloping you ... had you come across as some frightened little maiden?
