It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Sensuality

After your tender little moment with Micah, you mounted up and the two of you quickly rode to the river over near Catfish Jackson's.
It was the late afternoon so the sun wasn't as bright, but it was still pretty light out.

As you re processed your little break down back there, you suddenly felt very exposed and embarrassed. Even more so, surprised at Micah's words. You'd never expected someone like him to be so gentle. Then again, you'd began to notice that as of recent, he'd dropped the whole asshole act in front of you quite a bit. It was endearing and nice to see another side of him, though, there was a part of you that pondered on his reasoning behind his recent gestures.

As you came to the shore, you both dismounted and Micah slipped off his jacket to sling it over Baylock's saddle before he went over to the shoreline and crouched to meet the tender waves to rinse his hands and cheeks.
You could see how he violently scrubbed his rugged face with the salty water. He must have gotten some in his mouth as he spat at the ground a few times.

You were next to January fumbling around in your saddlebag.
Micah was too occupied washing himself to noticed you'd knelt down a little ways next to him.

He pressed his fingers into the corners of his eyes and swiftly wiped the water from them, then bringing his hairy arm to his face to wipe the rest of the water off.

"Okay I need you to not be a pervert for five minutes." You asked him.

"What are you talking about no-" Micah retaliated as he glanced over to you, cutting himself off as he saw you in the process off slipping off your top. Your bare shoulder skin exposed to him, he smirked at the sight.

"Micah!" You snapped as you covered your chest with your top. Blushing profusely at his luscious stares at your body. His smirk refusing to leave his face.

"Oh come on how can you expect me not to look woman?" He argued playfully yet turned away and walked over to Baylock.

As he stood with Baylock, he did continue to stare. Obviously, this is Micah. Watching you, his eyes roamed your smooth looking back before you slipped on another top you'd presumably brought in your saddlebag.

You really were a cute little thing. Although you and Micah had a little snappy and rough start, you became fast friends which he was particularly grateful for.
Sure it was nice not being hated by at least one person, but on the other hand, it was another thing to worry about. Maintaining a friendship.
You were small too. Micah re-noticed this from watching you wash your blooded top in the water. You had taken your boots off and placed them beside you as you were kneeling on the sand. Micah noticed your childish white socks that clothed your tiny feet poking out from beneath you. He chuckled quietly yet shook his head.

Lighting a cigarette, he wandered back over to you, seeing as you were clothed now.
The blood practically melted from the top into the water as you attempted to clean your shirt.

"You could leave that ya know? The other girls would do it."

"No, I'll do it. It's my mess not theirs. Plus, blood is pretty difficult to get out once it dries so best just do it now." You said in a motherly fashion. Micah scoffed at your accusation but decided against retaliating.

As he blew out smoke from his cigarette, he put his hand down to you you, offering you a drag.

You looked at the cigarette then back up at him.
"Oh no thank you, I don't smoke." You replied with an awkward laugh.

Taken back, Micah laughed lightly.
"Seriously?" He asked, almost nastily.

"Yeah. Everyone used to when I was with the O'Driscolls. I just can't stand the smell." You explained as you stood and squeezed your now almost clean top, ridding it of all the water it had soaked in.