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Anastasia and Arthur lay comfortably on the ground in the half shade of the massive oak tree near the outskirts of camp. The girl couldn't think of a time that she had felt more utterly content than she does now, resting between the gunslingers legs with her head and back against his chest and his arms wrapped around her body. So content, she can almost feel herself nearly falling asleep in the warmth of the dry summer air. Arthur silently sketches in his journal, which rests before the petite girl as he peers over her shoulder effortlessly to see his work. He relishes in the little bit of alone time the pair would find, hidden away from any of the other gang members.
"She needs a longer tail.." Anastasia yawns, lazily pointing to the sketch of Salem that Arthur is working on.
The horse stands ahead of them a few metres, neck stretched down toward the earth as she paws at the ground and nibbles on the grass patches. Her tail flicks every so often, swatting the black flies away from her hide.
"Since when did you become an art critic?" He smirks, although taking her advice and adding a few wisps of the lead to the tail on his drawing.
The girl chuckles drowsily and closes her eyes, pressing her body further into his chest as her fingers lightly trail along his muscular arms. He can feel her relax and her breathing become even as she is pulled into a light sleep. The man smiles and closes his journal, placing it aside and taking the chance to admire the beautiful young woman before him; her soft long lashes resting against her porcelain doll like face.
Arthur takes in a deep content breath, his arms wrapping slightly more securely around the small girl. Leaning against the tree he feels himself becoming more relaxed, listening to the chickadees sing through the afternoon sky, a couple landing on Salems back as they pull bits of her dead hair for their nests.
He would find himself falling asleep also, if not for the continuous thoughts running through his mind about the party that is already tomorrow. Hosea, Dutch and Trelawny seem pretty confident about the entire plan, yet Arthur can't help his anxiety from thinking of Anastasia being a part of it.
He takes a deep breath, having to remind himself again that he's just overreacting and that obviously the three men and himself wouldn't let anything bad happen to the girl. Despite being able to control his nerves, he has more trouble trying to quell his jealousy for her. She's basically a pretty distraction, as her job is to get the mayor and his associate as drunk as possible while himself and the other men snoop around. The thought of those men trying to lay a hand on his princess pushes him to a boiling point. And why is Trelawny fake engaged to her? He thinks to himself. Was it just a quick idea of Trelawnys to deepen the facade or is he playing at something? Is he interested in her?
Arthur closes his eyes and leans his head against the hard oak tree. He can't allow himself to fall into a rabbit hole now, especially not against his own gang. It's all just a plot. Nothing else.
"Mm.. Arthur?" The girl stirs awake, moving herself so she can look up at him.
"Hm?"
"We should head back. I'm hungry." Anastasia yawns tiredly.
Arthur nods his head, not having realized he had been sitting and thinking for longer than what felt like a few minutes. Time seems to go by faster when he's with the girl; another reason why he does the most to savour the alone time they manage to find. Anastasia sits up and twists herself around, crawling into his lap and straddling his legs as she snakes her arms around his neck.
Without warning she presses her lips against his and kisses lightly at first, knowing it will be a while before they can again without being seen. Instantly, the man brings both hands up to tangle in her blonde hair, adding more force to the kiss.
He wants nothing more than to make love to her again, feeling more desperate as her tiny hands travel down his neck to his shoulders, exuding a sensation of electricity. The pair quickly become lost in the heated kiss, simultaneously sharing the wanton urge to remove each others clothes..
"What the hell.."
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Hi. So I know I went AWOL and haven't been writing lately but I really like this story and I'm gonna try to keep going with it. (Apologies if there's mucho grammar mistakes lol)
Anyway.. here's a short ass chapter and a cliffhanger (lol sry)
Who tf caught them kissing though?
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