Red Dead Redemption 2 - One Shots, Lemons and Imagines

Micah Bell: On This Beautiful Night

(Inspired by the encounter with Mary-Beth and Micah, he asks the reader to dance with him on the night where little Jack Marston had made a safe return home to the gang. 

Warning: More spoilers.)

Word Count: 1359

Reader's Point of View: 

   "We got Jack back!" Dutch exclaimed excitedly as he walked away with Hosea. Yet another welcome home party had begun throughout the camp, this time with a different venue. Javier had begun his gorgeous singing accompanied with his near perfect guitar playing. The gang had gathered around him and listened to the music, with some of them dancing along. John and Abigail held their little son close as they listened to Javier, rocking back and forth to the time of the music. 

   I had never been one to quite get involved in a party setting. I had joined the gang just several months before the Blackwater incident. And despite the fact I had also been present for the party upon Sean's rescue, I had never quite warmed up to such social interactions. And Micah wasn't one for such a party setting neither. 

   I made sure I stayed as far away from the festivities as humanly possible. One of the books that the girls and I had always been reading, one of the silly romances, found it's way into my hands as I leaned my back against a barrel and picked up from where I had left off. Many of the men and Karen had begun drinking and soon, their singing along with the sober Javier had become slurred and their walking abilities had become impaired. Honestly, an involuntary smile had crept to my face as I watched Micah slowly become integrated with the party, albeit not getting completely drunk along with them. 

   After getting a bit used to the gang shouting, laughing and singing drunkenly, I had once again completely immersed myself in my book. Every once and awhile, I would hear something strange or utterly hilarious and I would join in with the gang in bursting out laughing at whoever had said what. Then it would die down again before allowing me to fall into the story once more. However, one of the guys had began to gentle stumble his way towards me, not being completely drunk, maybe just a hair tipsy. 

   It was Micah Bell himself. His whole body language seemed to be one of hesitance and maybe a bit of nervousness. He stood in front of me for a second before he had managed to say something. "O-On this beautiful night..." He stuttered nervously which had honestly taken me aback. Micah was never nervous about anything, not a bank job or even approaching a woman. "Will you dance with me, Miss (Y/F/N)?" He had asked, slightly dragging out his words like he normally had, tipsy or not. After giving me the request, Micah held his hand out for mine. 

   "I-I'm not sure, Micah." I had answered, lowering the book into my lap and looking into his eyes. The normal confident glimmer in them was gone. Gulping back slightly, Micah replied, "I'm not a monster, (Y/F/N)." Closing my book in my lap, I stood to face him as Javier had begun playing a somewhat more, romantic ballad on the guitar and lightly hummed along. "I know you're not, Micah." I stated. I took his hand and led him away from the rest of the camp, behind some of the tents and obstructions for privacy. "You're not wanting to be seen with me. Am I right?" Micah had asked. I kept his hand in mine and placed his other on my waist before beginning to slow dance with him. "No. I just felt that we needed some privacy." 

   Micah seemed to understand and soon began to relax his nerves. His hands settled against my hand and waist as I had rested my head on his chest, underneath his chin. I focused my attention on his heartbeat, and it was racing awfully fast. "Are you alright, Micah?" I asked as I looked up at him and he quickly nodded. 

   "You know, miss..." Micah started to say as I had begun to rest my head back against his chest. I looked back up at him and he kept staring straight ahead. Possibly avoiding my gaze. "I thought you'd reject my request." Micah had admitted. I had then stopped swaying my hips and this had caused him to stop as well, his attention focusing on me. I had remembered when he had asked many other women in the camp to dance and had been rejected. Honestly, I felt bad for him. But maybe I had accepted his request to just see him maybe even a little bit happy for once. Maybe, hopefully, this had made him a bit happy. 

   I looked up into the outlaw's dim eyes and did something that I honestly never thought I'd do. Taking his cheeks gently in my hands, I stood on my toes to reach him and gently pressed my lips against his. Micah had been taken by surprise at first, but after several seconds, he relaxed into the kiss, soon wrapping both of his arms around my waist. Squeezing me into his body lovingly, I decided to take a step further and deep the kiss just a hair. But before anything more could have happened, Micah pulled away. 

   Clearing his throat, he took several steps backwards and rested his hands on his hips. He did everything he could to avoid my gaze. "Micah...?" I gently said, taking a single step forward. My hand reached out for his and he immediately took another step backwards and away from my grasp. I gulped back and avoided his gaze as well, turning away and walking back to where I had been sitting before. 

   Several days later, the party had died down. But some of the men were still drunk either way, like Bill and Swanson. Once you seriously got to know the members of the gang, you could tell that they were the two members that were drunk the most. 

   Throughout the next several days, Micah seemed even more distant then he normally was towards the rest of the gang. Whenever someone tried to greet him or whenever someone bothered him, he would snap and storm off. Well, he would snap more then usual and it'd be easier for him to get mad. I knew it was because of that kiss. I shouldn't have even accepted his offer to dance. 

   I had just decided to stay in my tent. Eventually, I didn't even bother with wanting to see him flip out on someone else. I simply continued reading all of the silly romances that I knew would never be true, especially for me. But I was interrupted just as I had reached the ending of one of them. 

   "Miss (Y/L/N)..." Micah hissed as he stepped inside the tent and pulled the entrance closed. Standing from my cot, I placed the book down. "Micah, what're you-" I had begun to ask. But I was cut off by his lips. His kiss was full of hunger with a touch of lust. He had grabbed my upper arms tightly just as he kissed me. When he lips crashed against mine, my eyes shot wide open and soon relaxed to a close. 

   After several minutes of kissing, Micah finally drew back for air. "And what I am doing is falling for you." Micah had knew what I was asking when he cut me off. I tilted my head in confusion as I watched him pace around the small tent. "I never even thought you'd accept my offer, let alone kiss me. I was so confused but so damn happy at the same time." Micah explained, holding his head at some points. Throughout the entire sentence, he also dragged some of the words as he finished saying them, like he normally did. 

   "Micah... Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked him. To grab his attention, I held one of his hands and he immediately turned to face me once. "I'm saying what you think I;m saying." He affirmed.