Red Dead Redemption II [ one shots ]

Trouble - A.M (Smut!)

A/N: OK SO, I unpublished the first ever book I wrote about dear Arthur because it made me want 2 die and THUS I'm reworking it. Some of the ish I deleted worked better as a one-shot so i'm posting it in here and YEAH maybe i'm lazy but i'm not wasting already-written smut ... TBH it's hard to come up with multiple words for "orgasm".  Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk. XXOO

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The afternoon air was thick, mirroring the tensions in the camp as we had a few more drunks than sober people today, resulting in an unfair distribution of the chores. Most everybody had a pinched, irritated look on their face, feeling a bone-deep exhaustion from the constant strife. The commiserating glances Abigail was constantly throwing at me made it clear I wasn't the only miserable one. 

Miss Grimshaw was clearly vexed, after having another fight over Karen's bad drinking habits she was now hollering at anyone with ears, and was doing a great job at pulling down the already dismal atmosphere. To make matters worse, Arthur, and some of the other boys were off on a job, leaving very few normal people to talk to. I sighed, sometimes when camp got this unbearable Arthur and I would take off on a long ride, and camp someplace over night. A change of scenery always helped.

But that's not possible today, I thought grumpily. As Arthur's off on a fools errand to make more money.

I finished my chores as quickly as possible, doing my best to avoid a drunk Bill and an exasperated Hosea. Trying to block the sound of more fighting, I returned to my tent, and couldn't help but stare in the mirror at my unkempt appearance. Being an outlaw is great and all, but do I miss taking regular baths.

The shouting started up again, this time between Molly and Karen, and I wrinkled my nose, feeling sick and tired of hanging around camp, listening to arguing and dressing in muddy old clothes. On a whim, I packed a bag and strode decisively towards my horse, looking to head into town and treat myself to a new dress, a bath and maybe even some peace and quiet.

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After my long, languid pampering session, I decided I wasn't looking to haul myself back to the miserable excuse of a camp yet, so I rented a hotel room. Looking forward to spending a night in a real bed, I wandered over to the saloon, looking to see if Arthur had returned.

I entered the crowded saloon and instantly recognized some of the men from camp, leaning against the worn bar. John, Javier, and Charles looked a little loose, and once I caught their eye, they beckoned me over. Their eyes raked over me as I walked to them and John even gave a low whistle at my appearance. 

"Well, well Miss Y/L/N, no one in here would guess you're an outlaw." John said, smiling. Charles and Sean laughed at that, their boisterous chuckles reflecting how much alcohol they'd consumed.Cute.

"Ah, John just say it out. What he means, darling, is that you're the finest bird to ever walk in this joint." Sean corrected, "And a certain grumpy bastard I know, is also a lucky bastard." 

I blushed at that, and thanked them. Charles ordered a round of drinks, and they began talking about the events of the day. I nursed my whiskey, listening intently to the adventures they'd been on, and occasionally offering my two cents. Charles looked over at me as John and Sean began debating something, and caught me glancing at the door, taking in the rain now falling steadily outside. 

"Arthur got a bit caught up, but he said he'd be right behind us," Charles said in my ear, giving the reason for his lateness. I smiled at him a little shyly and he flicked my cheek in reply, chuckling. I'd had another two whiskeys, and was on my way to being a little tipsy. The saloon had gotten busier and busier, and the men kept refusing to let me pay for the next round of drinks, saying that "a pretty lady's money wasn't any good here."