It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Pretty Talk

Evening rolled around quickly. It was a warm night, you had unbuttoned the top few buttons of your shirt, revealing your collar bone.

You had grabbed yourself a beer and settled by the fire on a log, of course Micah sat beside you, talking with a few other folk around the fire. You weren't paying enough attention to acknowledge who they were.

You stared blindly into the fire whilst your mind wandered aimlessly. Arthurs words from earlier had rattled you, and it took a lot to rattle you. You knew people had their own opinions of Micah and you never cared however this time, you were left baffled.

Looking up from the fire, across from you, the man himself sat on one of the wolf skin rugs, one leg upright the other stretched out. He seemed comfortable. He sat talking with Mary-Beth who was sat on the log beside him. It look him an embarrassingly long time to notice you were glaring at him.

Making eye contact, the smile was soon wiped from his face and was replaced with a miserable frown. He immediately looked elsewhere, as if that would amend the situation.

"You alright darlin'?" Micah asked you quietly, leaning closer to your ear and placing a hand upon your thigh.
"Ya seem tense"

Smiling, you placed a hand upon his and caressed it with your thumb.
"I'm okay, don't worry." You reassured him softly, resulting in a handsome smile and kiss placed upon your cheek before he returned to natter with the rest.

Moments later, you looked over the flames to see Arthur rise and squeeze past Javier who then took his seat, to retreat behind the provisions wagon and in the direction of the women's wagon.

After a moment, you too rose from your seat sharply and also headed in the same direction. You swigged the last of your beer and placed it on Pearson's table. Someone would pick it up.

Micah noticed your warmth was no longer beside him yet didn't want to go after you just yet. He wasn't exactly a clingy lover and needed his time as much as you needed yours.

Wandering around, your legs led you to the women's wagon. You slowly walked around the side, vision widening.
Course, Arthur stood there, pretending to read his journal and ignoring your presence. 

"There a problem, Mr Morgan?" You asked, leaning a hand on the wagon, the other resting on your hip.

Continuing to ignore, Arthur turned the page and lowered his face, his hat covering his expressions.

"No ma'am, no problems, why you ask?"

This motherfu-
Snapping, you flung your hand forward and swiped the journal from his grasp. Quickly, you stepped away, keeping it from him.

"Hey (Y/N), stop that, there ain't no need you're being stupid." Arthur grumbled as he attempted to get the journal back, of course he failed yet, he wasn't exactly being violent.

"Just wonderin' what's going on with you. You're not yourself recently." You continued, making your point.

Arthur shook his head with a grumble whilst he put a hand to the back of his neck.
"Nothin's going on okay? Its just that, I just- ah, hey!" Arthur snapped as he snatched the journal from you which you had began to read whilst his gaze was astray.

"Ahhh pretty little poem there Morgan, anyone we know?" You teased with a powerful smirk.

A tint of pink smeared onto his face though it wasn't easy to notice without the moonlight.

"No, it ain't! Its...ah, a woman you don't know." Arthur told you as he put the journal away.

"Gotcha... so, in regard to my other question?" You reminded him as you folded your arms and looked at him intensely.