That F**cking Yankee

Oh Boy (Fluff) - (NSFW)

Awaking at the first sight of dawn you darted out your tent feeling joyous. Trotting around camp like a child you progressively did your chores. Eventually, you moved to do the laundry, lifting a heavy pail of water you struggled but kept your grip. 

"My dear!" A shocked voice called you.

Looking up you scanned for where the voice came from; it was Dutch, and he was running over to you.

 Taking the pail from your hands he huffed.

"You really shouldn't be lifting heavy things, missy" He had slight irritation in his voice.

"I-I can do it myself.." You pouted it a little.

"I know you can but not with that injury that is.. now bleeding" He cut himself off now watching your clothing soak up the blood.

"Oh" You looked at it and chuckled.

"Let's get you cleaned up" Dutch said putting the pail of water down then ushering you to his tent.

"But the medical supplies are at my-" You pointed but Dutch cut you off.

"Just go sit in my cot, I'll go grab it" He explained in a dull bossy voice.

You awkwardly shuffled into his cot as his hand left your back in a swift motion. Sitting down on his bed you sat still, hands in lap, listening out to the fellow camp members. Waiting you began to peel your blood-soaked shirt from your wound. 

Ripped open a small wound but luckily not ripped the stitches. Poking around at it you jumped to Dutch busting into the cot.

"Stop poking it" He demanded.

"It's cool" You said still poking it.

Dutch put the medical supplies on the bed next to you and moved your hand away with a look of disapproval. Your eyes darted away from his to the floor, biting your lip- again.

"Now" He said as he started to unbutton your shirt. "Let's get this off"

He had now fully unbuttoned your shirt and slid your good arm out first before turning to the other arm. Being extra gentle he slipped it off without hurting you. Throwing the dirty shirt on the side of a crate he slowly removed the blood-soaked bandages that were wrapped around you. Turning to the medical supplies he grabbed a damp rag he had brought in.

Dabbing at your wound his eyes flicked from yours back to your wound, probably to watch if he wasn't hurting you. 

"It doesn't hurt all that much anymore" You said still not looking at him. 

"Hmm" He let out a small hum of a grunt.

Continuing at your wound he stared intently, making sure it was all clean and stopping the bleeding. 

Standing back up he threw the rag on top of your old shirt, moved to the side of you and grabbed some fresh bandages. 

"You have very fair skin" He flicked his eyes up at you.

You blushed at the sudden compliment, biting your lip- AGAIN.

He smiled as he wrapped the bandages around your shoulder, wrapping it around your chest you felt his hands linger longer than they should've. Snapping your eyes at him you could see he was doing it deliberately. He looked back at you before he moved on where he pinned shut the bandages. 

Stepping back he grabbed a clean shirt that was yours, lifting you up and putting it around your back. Your inner sex goddess took over your body as you launched forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Both of you froze for a few seconds before you broke away shocked at what you had just done. Your eyes wide, body frozen, the butterflies in your stomach had gone to your throat.