Lilly was still feeling euphoric as the gang trudged on. Euphoric, satisfied...sore. Soreness, however, could not keep Lilly from smiling like a idiot. She was at the very back of the caravan, at least for a while, until Arthur told her to come up for a chat. Lilly trotted up beside him. "Yes, mo chuisle?"
"How are you feelin'?" he asked.
Lilly smiled at him suggestively. "As if ya need to ask."
With a devilish smirk, Arthur twinkled his eyes at her. "Oh, that ain't what I'm askin' about. I was inquirin' after, uh..." he motioned between her legs. "...that."
Lilly smacked his arm playfully. "Bithiúnach."
A low, joyful chuckle erupted from his throat. "I can't decide what I like bein' called more. Macushla or...big hoo nah."
The mispronunciation made Lilly's eyes roll. "Meiriceánaigh." [Americans.]
"Now, Lilly, you know how I feel about you talkin' like that."
"Yes, I do," she giggled at him. "Faigheann sé tú ag dul. Nuair a théimid chuig campa, ní stadfaidh mé." [It gets you going. When we go to camp, I won't stop.]
Lilly leaned over closer to him. "Mo coinín. Tá sé fliuch duit," Lilly murmured seductively. [My pussy. It is wet for you.]
Arthur gaped at her. "You little minx."
"Yes I am. Tiocfaidh mé chugat. Beidh mé ag focáil tú,. Beidh níos mó de dhíth ort. Beidh tú ag impí ar do ghlúine chun ithe mo mhil." [I will come for you. I will be coming all for you. You will want more. You will beg on your knees to eat my honey.]
Arthur's mouth went slack as he stared at Lilly. "Lillian..."
"Is mian liom go raibh a fhios agat cad a bhí á rá agam. Is mian liom go bhféadfá labhairt liom i nGaeilge." [I wish you knew what I was saying. I wish you could speak to me in Irish.]
"Get us out the stream!" Hosea shouted. Arthur blinked and focused on driving. "You gotta keep us movin', but calm."
Lilly giggled and leaned close to Arthur's ear. "Beidh mise leatsa go deo má fhoghlaimíonn tú mo theanga, mo fhear álainn," she whispered. [I'll be yours forever if you learn my language, my beautiful man.]
Lilly saw Arthur's body tremble briefly and the back wheel of the wagon broke off. Lilly started cackling as she trotted away from the wagon. "Hahahaaaa!"
"Ah, shit!" Arthur shouted. "Dammit, Lillian!"
Lilly could barely restrain herself from giggling. "I'm sorry."
"Okay...let's take a look," Hosea said begrudgingly.
"You alright back there?" Bill yelled from the wagon in front of them.
"Does everythin' look alright?" Arthur grumbled loudly as he jumped down.
"Well, what's goin' on?" Javier asked.
"Gaaah! I broke the god damn wheel!"
Lilly dismounted and chuckled as she walked over to them. "Alright, alright, get yer knickers out of a twist, Arthur. I'll help lift the-"
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Just Like Old Times
FanfictionThe year is 1899, and Lillian O'Callaghan, an Irish immigrant adopted at the age of 7 by Dutch Van der Linde and Hosea Matthews, finally gets her man Arthur Morgan after four years of heavy flirting. The couple's relationship blooms quickly even tho...