That F**cking Yankee

Put you in your place (Major NSFW)

In the morning you woke to be lonely in the bed. You turned over carefully and saw that Dutch's pants and hat were gone, along with his jacket.

Rubbing your eyes you sat up and put your feet onto the floor. Adjusting your shirt that you had slept in you were disturbed by the tent door opening.

"Ah, your up" Dutch spoke as he brought two bowls of stew in. 

You smiled up at Dutch, your hair a mess and shirt hanging from your body. Your bare feet on the wooden floorboards of the tent floor.

"You feeling okay?" He asked as he sort of bent down at you.

"Yeah, just tired" You replied as you rubbed your eye.

"I brought you some breakfast" He said as he sat next to you and handed you a bowl. 

"Thank you" You exclaimed as you took the bowl.

You two began eating for a while, you, still waking up but Dutch already wide awake. 

"You seem to be sleeping better" You said.

"You just sleep too heavily" He chuckled.

"Huh?" You replied, confused.

"I usually get up a few hours after your sleep. I don't sleep much, got too much to worry about" He explained.

"Duutch" You groaned tilting your head at him.

He looked back at you, admiring your fight at puppy eyes again. He shook his head before he went back to eating.

You both sat in silence for a while until you both finished. He took your bowl and stood up. 

"There's some fresh clothes on the chair for you" He said as he walked out.

You sat there, blinking to yourself. He... Went through your stuff. All your underwear. You gulped as you realized that's where you put your journal. 

Shivering for a moment of the shock you began to get dressed. Undressing your pants and underwear first you pulled up a new pair of jeans. Then undressing your torso you were interrupted by Dutch walking back in.

"Well, hello" He smirked looking at your body.

You turned to him with a little frown. "Did you go through my journal?" 

"No" he answered. "But you should probably find a better place to hide it" He chuckled.

"Maybe someone shouldn't be going through my underwear" You replied sassily. 

Dutch looked at you with a frown. As if you had just disrespected him. He moved closer to you and you flinched back. 

He continued to you before you were pinned against a crate. 

"Dutch?" You asked.

"The only thing stopping me from plowing you into the bed is your wound" He said dirtily. "Best you drop the attitude or I'll do it anyways" His voice was devilish but... hot.

You gulped at him and flicked your eyes away for a moment until his hand grabbed your chin. 

"Best fix that eye contact" He said before he placed a kiss on your lips.

As he broke away you stood frozen, holding your shirt just in front of your bare chest. The image of him 'plowing' you into the bed made you shiver but made your insides feel like a firework. He began to walk away before you felt your inner sex goddess take over. 

"Do it then" You spoke with full attitude. 

He stopped at the door, his head turning slightly. He began to pin shut the tent buttons.