Red Dead Redemption II [ one shots ]

Mine - A.M

I shut the door behind me with a muted click. I stood with my back against it, trying to wrap my head around what had happened. I'd just slept with Arthur Morgan.

I heard rustling from inside the room, so I quickly walked down the stairs and into the lobby of the hotel, a dazed expression still on my face.
"Miss? Everything alright?" The hotel owner called, obviously confused as it was the middle of the night. I kept walking, ignoring him, out the front door and into the dark.

Taking a deep breath, i looked up into the inky sky, studded with stars. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to dwell on the details of the night one last time. A shiver moved through me, drawing a smile onto my face. Then I put it away and mounted my horse, wincing a little.
I rode out of town, searching for a quiet spot to set up camp for the night.

John and I had met Arthur and Lenny in the saloon this afternoon, by chance. We'd stayed to have a drink, of course, and things spiraled from there. They always did.
I'd had my eye on Arthur Morgan for a long time now, but being John's little sister made it complicated. We'd practically grown up together, and he was always protective over me in the same way John was.
Deep down I'd known nothing would happen between us. I mean he'd once described me to Javier as, "Pretty for a Marston brat." Hearing that had hurt, but I'd gotten over it and proceeded to hide my real feelings. Then tonight happened.

I'd gotten pretty tipsy, but the men had gotten completely drunk. It was a bit of a blur, but the whiskey had made Arthur act a little more familiar with me, to my shock. After John and Lenny took off, things, well...they progressed. We ended up in the hotel and I'd been delighted– the combination of the booze and Arthur's equally intoxicating kisses making me forget about his usual indifference towards me, and the fact that John will probably try to beat him over this. He's medieval that way.

In the back of my mind, I'd known while it was happening that it was a mistake, but it had felt so good to be held by Arthur the way I'd imagined for so long, that I didn't want him to stop.
Then I'd woken up a few hours later, pretty sober and completely naked– realizing what I'd done, the weight of it had hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't know how Arthur would react when he woke up, but I knew it wouldn't be good, and I wasn't ready to handle that naked and unprepared. If he acted like it was nothing to him I'd probably cry. And I couldn't do that, I needed to be calm, cool, collected– hiding my real feelings, like always.

Far outside of town, I arrived to a quiet clearing by a small pond. I set up camp, and wrapped myself in my bedroll, immediately falling asleep. Damn cowboy wore me out.

My dreams were full of Arthur, but I woke up more heartsick than before. I put my head in my hands, despairing over the situation. What am I going to do? I can't go back to camp like this.
I decided to avoid the problem. So I spent a week at my little camp– hunting, fishing, collecting herbs, etc. Being this close to the mountains had the air crisper than ever, and the nights were clear and starry. My dreams were always full of Arthur, and the night we'd shared, making it hard for me to sleep. But I didn't mind too much, it was nice to be on my own, the peace and quiet allowing me to forget all about Arthur and John and the hell that probably awaited me back at camp.
Anytime I'd think of packing up and heading home, I'd break out in nervous sweats, So I just stayed away longer.

After week two, I went into town and got a letter out to John telling him I was alive and well, and following a lead for a job.
I wasn't actually doing that, but I'd definitely rob someone out here and come back with something to show for myself. One Little white lie never hurt anybody.

Nearly four weeks later I rode back through town, stopping only to bathe. I knew I couldn't avoid my life forever, and I was missing the people I called my family.
After weeks of sleeping rough and swimming in a pond, I was ready for a hot bath. And I'd be better equipped to handle whatever was waiting for me if I felt my best.
I got myself clean, dressed in fresh riding gear and carefully combed through my y/h/c hair.