(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: this is a filler chapter so sorry if it's not as exciting ! :(
The Trails Homeward
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The crisp white sunlight pouring into the room immediately coaxed your catatonic state out of slumber, eyes fluttering open slowly to the hotel room with it's unfamiliar but welcome soft sheets and plump pillows.
The next thing to hit you was the immediate reminder of last night, the slight heavy but not excruciatingly painful ache between your hips you let you know just what happened.
Turning over, you smiled and recollected you were still in Arthur's arms. How the closeness of his body had felt so normal and natural now you'd forgotten you'd been curled up next to him all night.
He was still asleep - not the slightest hint of a frown or trouble on his face. It was a welcome contrast considering he almost always looked as if something was bothering him.
He was so beautiful, you couldn't help but be reminded of the fact as you carefully ran your hand over his chest; all lean masculine muscle and hairs under your fingertips. He was too good to be true.
Your gentle caress stirred him slowly, a sleepy groan escaping his throat as his stormy blue eyes eventually fluttered open. He was almost about to frown at being woken up, until he saw you smiling over and immediate any indicators of a furrowed brow diminished completely like scattering crows escaping gunfire.
"Good mornin'." His voice crooned, sleep laden and husky and sweet on your ears. You imagined you'd probably been staring at him like some fool for a while.
"Good mornin' to you too." You replied back with little thought or hesitation, all the selfish little wants in your brain yapping like a terrier dog - screaming out to want to touch him and be with him like last night all over again. For a short moment you questioned what your father would have thought to you - having lost your maidenhead to an outlaw.
There was a quiet moment, a long but not awkward pause as Arthur smiled up at you once again - the arm that had been wrapped around you shoulders dipping to waist - pulling you up and into his lap as you straddled him. Already the feelings were back, the needs and desires crying out to be attended to. You could feel every beat of your heart, sending hot blood around your body and kicking you so readily into action.
No longer shy or feeling as inexperienced, you ground yourself down into his lap - delighting at the sounds of his wanton groans and animalistic stare.
"We need t' he headin' back." He warned you, but the smirk on his face told you that perhaps you could wait a while longer yet.
"Last time I checked we weren't being timed." You whispered, leaning down and kissing neck heatedly. You wanted to chase that amazing feeling from last night, body craving such a high that you were sure he could only bring.
