Lady Conned<A Dutch Van Der Linden x Reader Fanfiction>

2. Flirting

Y/N is really struggling today. Dutch has been looking at her, Molly has been scoffing at her, and her chores just seem to hate her. It's like the world just decided to start hating her now that she's a legal adult. The world never did like her, not since her parents had died. But it really felt like the world just hated her more now.

"I can't help but notice how hard you work, Darlin'," the drawl of Dutch's voice picks up behind her as she's scrubbing the laundry.

"Well, there's little I fear around here. But Grimshaw can be an exception."

The rumble of a laugh is let out and she finds the smartly dressed man now next to her. "Well, there's nothing to fear when you're here. Not even that old hag."

Y/N is surprised by Dutch's wording. She had heard that he and Susan Grimshaw used to be together. Call it an oddity, but where she comes from people who were so close together like that don't refer to each other so harshly. They might, perhaps, if they broke up in a harsh manner but Grimshaw is still around so she assumed Dutch still had some form of feelings for her.

Yet he's with someone else...it is all confusing to her. Y/N hasn't been in the gang long enough to really grasp the dynamics between everyone.

Dutch seems to have noticed her confusion at his words. He grins, his lips curling and his teeth peering out. "I assume you heard about her and I? It was a long time ago. I have since become attracted to...other sights."

Y/N tried hard not to cringe. She takes it that Dutch isn't very good at flirting. It all is in how he carries himself though. She can't lie that the way he stands next to her isn't attractive and calls attention to himself and how he towers over her.

"I'd assume so," she merely says. She can feel the heat of his body closer to her.

"Now," he says with a breath. "She ever gives you any trouble, just let me know. I'll have a little talk with our camp dictator."

Her brows arch, she can't help the slight laugh that bubbles out of her. "Camp dictator?" She muses in amusement.

His grin grows at her laughter. "Well, what better way to put it? She's always down everyone's neck whenever they do anything. Though, I'd understand why she'd be down yours." His voice had dropped at the end of his sentence, sending a shiver down her spine. He clearly noticed the effect he had on her though.

"Way don't you come to my tent and we can have a talk tonight? Molly's been gone late and it's been rather...lonely," Dutch adds and she is sure he didn't mean it was lonely without Molly. The two are mostly fighting now.

She knows she shouldn't. She knows she should say "no" but before her lips move her head is and she nodding.

And he's striding away.

And she's doomed.