Red Dead Redemption 2 - One Shots, Lemons and Imagines

Dutch Van der Linde: Cat Fight

(Dutch had had his idea on you for some time. However, he had always been too busy with the recent gang activity to confess to you about his feelings, or tell Molly to beat it. When he finally takes a bit more time to observe you, Molly notices and blames you.

Warning: Major heat alert.)

Word Count: 1397

Third Person Point of View: 

   Dutch had noticed you from the very first moment that you had been brought back to the camp. Ever since Arthur had saved you from that O'Driscoll raid, Dutch had praised him profusely for bringing back such an invaluable asset to the gang. Of course he didn't truly mean for the gang though. 

   You were always such a hard worker. Whatever other chores that the other women never finished or half assed, you picked up the slack. And you always received high praise for that, whether it be from him or Miss Grimshaw. But most of the time it had been from him considering Miss Grimshaw never truly had a kind bone in her body accept for when someone was hurt, emotionally or physically. Dutch had noticed he truly began to like a hard working woman, something that Molly O'Shea lacked. Highly. 

   He had been watching you one day as you were cooking. You were always such a nice young lady, helping Mr. Pearson whenever you could because you knew that sometimes, he needed it like many other members of the gang. Dutch also admired that you took the time to teach Micah how to read and write. He had another literate gang member now, and that was just a bonus for him and for Micah. 

   "I seen you looking at her, Dutch." Molly accused Dutch once more, and you had heard. Yet another argument was about to ensue. "You're delusional. Again." He knew he was in the wrong for liking you so much, and maybe staring at you for a bit too long. But he couldn't help it. "You think this is the way to a man's affection? Moping and pestering him all day?" Dutch argued with her continuously. At first, the arguing made you insanely uncomfortable. But because of how often it was occurring now, you and the rest of the gang were entirely too used to it.

   Molly then stated she could do a whole lost worse then simply moping and pestering. "Threats. Another great way to a man's affection." Dutch hollered back and Molly ordered him to shut up. Then, both of them finally quit their arguing. For the time being anyway. 

   Dutch could only think of looking at you to relieve the stress of this entire 'relationship.' It was more one sided at this point, on Molly's side. But whenever he looked to you, it seemed to relieve all the stress in him that had been caused by her, like smoking a cigarette in a way. Still heated, however, Molly had noticed. "What're you looking at that little strumpet for?" Molly had yelled, storming over to Dutch.  

   "You're so damn delusional it's almost amusing." Dutch claimed once again. He stood from where he was sitting in front of their tent and walked inside. "Don't pull that card again with me, Dutch Van der Linde. I seen you looking at her!" Molly yelled and at this point, the entire camp, including you were tuned into the argument. And once she had pointed to you, Arthur knew this was all over. Of course he knew about his father figure's feelings towards you. But he also knew his situation with Molly. 

   All you could really do was focus on Molly's finger pointing straight at you. And soon enough, her insults and anger had begun hurling itself at you. "What gives you the right to steal Dutch from me, you little harlot!" Molly yelled at you, marching her way over to you. Everyone knew you weren't as strong in an argument or a fight as the other girls were. So when Molly cornered you, someone had to step in before it turned really ugly. 

   "What? You think you're better then me or something? You probably laugh at me as well!" Molly accused you of a million things at once and you could barely get a word out. "Molly, I-" You started to say but she cut you off once more. "Shut up! I really wish you could die, (Y/F/N). Of all the people we lose, I'm sure everyone here wants you to go next! Sean shouldn't have died, along with Mac, Davey or Jenny! It should have been you!" Molly went into a rant. For all you knew, she wasn't close with any of the members that had passed away. But that entire rant had been the last thing that Dutch wanted to hear someone say to you. 

   "Miss O'Shea. I have to ask you to leave. Now." Dutch stormed over and hissed at her. It was as if he was going to snap and he didn't snap often, especially around you. Molly turned her sad eyes to Dutch, knowing she had made a big mistake. 

   "But... Dutch-" She tried to defend herself. But he wasn't having it. 

   "I don't want to hear your excuses. If you will not leave, then Miss (Y/L/N) and I will." With this, Dutch grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the hitching posts. As he helped you onto the back of the Count, he had heard Molly rushing and following you guys as if she were the child that didn't want to see her parents leave. "Dutch!" Molly called after him as he mounted the Count. "Hyah!" Dutch hollered as the Count raised his front legs and bolted off when you on the back. 

   Because of the Count's speed, you had to hold onto Dutch's waist as he raced you away from the camp as quick as the Count could manage. "Dutch? Where are we going?" You had asked him, gripping tighter onto him as you got further and further away from the camp. "You'll see, (Y/F/N)." This had taken you by surprise. He had never called you by your first name before. Maybe this was a sign that he was finally simply done with Molly. In his mind, the way she had blown up at you and how angry she got wasn't necessary. 

   Dutch had taken you to the little hotel located in Valentine. He wanted to be as far from the camp as possible, making sure no one interrupted you two. Dutch had requested you to hold his hand and you obeyed, not wanting to make him mad and bring out the Dutch you had just seen ignore and ride away from Molly. He checked into one of the best suites with you. Then again, you had stayed in this hotel many times before. All of the rooms looked relatively the same. But Dutch being Dutch, he wanted to make sure you and him had the best room possible. 

   Once you had gotten your room key, he had escorted you up the stairs and down the hallway. He unlocked the door for you and allowed you inside first. You walked inside and he had closed and locked the door behind you. Before you could even get one word out, Dutch had grabbed your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours in a rather rough manner. "I must apologize. You didn't deserve that." Dutch apologized as he scooped you up in his arms bridal style and laid you down in the bed against the silk bed sheets. A blush had risen to your cheeks as he had straddled you, his lips pressing against yours once more. 

   Dutch's calloused hands had begun to unbutton your blouse with his knee rising between your knees and raising your skirt. The kiss had become more heated, both of your eyes had closed before you had realized what was going on. Before his hand could reach the waistband of your skirt, your hand had grabbed his arm. "Dutch..?" You caught his attention. His eyes met yours. 

   "Are you sure?" You asked. You were referring to his now broken relationship with Molly, of course. If he continued, you knew what this would mean when they returned. You knew this hotel stay would bleed over into tomorrow. Dutch didn't think twice when he continued to lower the waistband of your skirt. "I'm sure."