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threelionsgirl · 2 years

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Hahah i sent a request to your other account without realising that you don’t use it anymore🥲 anyways I have a request for chilly. You and Ben leave the FIFA cup after party together and hookup for the first time (you don’t know each other, but you’re in the industry). Ben wakes up the next morning, super hungover, and is a bit concerned about the press and social media since he almost never has been seen with a girl. BUT one thing he can’t stop doing is watching her sleep. He’s battling between waking her up (idk with nftw shit or sumn) or just admiring her. Eventually you roll over to him in your sleep and he can’t help it so he kisses you. Make it fluffy but spicy. Aahhh I’ve had this idea in my head for a while but I’m not as good as you when it comes to writing. You’re so talented!!💓

pillow talk | ben chilwell

warnings: it is fluff, but has a slight smut (idk?), I can't explain, but as in the request, there is something spicy!

word count: 1445

notes: I LOVED WRITING THIS I don't have many requests with chilly so thank u!!! I wrote it pretty fast, but I had some personal problems, so it took a while, sorry for that, I hope you like it!

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The light coming in from the window was bothering Benjamin Chilwell that morning. The white curtains were not doing their job of blocking out the sunlight, and he would be able to rate that hotel one star less just because of that. He didn't want to wake up, but the pain and nausea of the hangover was forcing him. He scratched his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, recognizing the hotel room he was in.

He had to rewind his brain all last night when he heard the sound of heavy breathing from his side. Y/N. Sleeping like an angel.

"Shit." He spoke quietly, to himself.

A movie flashed through his head and he began to recall last night. The FIFA Club World Cup title and the party that came right after. The Chelsea team had rented the hall of the hotel where they were staying just for that. Even though he was injured, Ben could not avoid going to the United Arab Emirates to support the team he loved so much.

When he started thinking about the party he couldn't remember much, just a few glimpses of the night, but he knew he had drunk a lot, otherwise he wouldn't be suffering from that fucked up hangover. He remembers drinking heavily with Y/N and spending a lot of time sitting and talking to her, since because of his knee injury he couldn't dance or make very sudden movements. He remembers flirting with her constantly and her responding to his flirtations. Ben could not resist Y/N, she was a famous model and was in the media, as was he and at the time he did not care much that they might be caught in the act.

He cared even less when they kissed in the elevator and walked up to his room. When she was naked, it was only her body that he could concentrate on. It was very likely that someone had seen them kissing and going up together. You couldn't have much insight after winning an unprecedented cup and drinking several gallons of alcohol. But now, the next day, after his liver worked hard to keep the alcohol out, he began to care. About the press and about everything that might be being talked about the two of them.

Ben looked down at Y/N in her deep, serene sleep. Her hair dotted the white sheets and her arms were under her pillow, serving as a support for her head. The sheet covered only half of her body, leaving her bare back showing, and his hand almost itched to touch her soft back, feeling her torso rise and fall as she breathed. She was so beautiful, and he couldn't stop looking at her, but he also couldn't stop thinking that he had fucked a girl he barely knew. That they slept together in his hotel room. And that he liked it. So much.

He had never been seen with a girl before, not in such an exposed way, and he was worried. He hated gossip magazines and all the absurdities that people could invent. It was a party, they were both drinking, people with no character could take biased stories and accuse him of the most absurd things possible. Ben was thinking that he could leave, leave while she is still sleeping and pretend nothing happened. Chelsea's flight back to London was not scheduled until later, he could wait in the room of some of his mates until then, but he couldn't do that. It would be rude and also because he didn't want to.

The good smell of Y/N was intoxicating his nostrils, and Ben couldn't stop looking at her. It seemed as if he was bewitched. His brain was struggling between waking her up and letting her sleep, so he could continue to look at her and admire her beauty. Y/N moved a little, raising her arms a little more, causing the sheet to come down a little, and this brought Ben's eyes to her waist. He bit his lip as he noticed the curve her boob made as her body pressed her breasts into the mattress. He began to remember the peaks from last night, all the places on her body that he kissed and ran his hand over, and damn, he wanted that so badly again.

Ben didn't have much time to process when Y/N moved again, still sleepy, and rested her body on top of him. Her face stayed very close to his, and she put one leg on top of his body. Those legs that hugged his body so tightly as he fucked her. Ben took a deep breath and his hand began to stroke her hair, tossing it back and tucking it behind her ear. His other arm was under her body, and he used his hand to smooth her back in a delicate attempt to wake her. Her lips were parted, and he wanted to kiss and bite them again.

Her hand was on his chest, and Y/N squirmed, moving her body even more on top of his. Y/N lifted her head and when she opened her eyes, Ben couldn't resist and pulled her head into a kiss. His tongue flicked across her lips and she let him kiss her as she tried to get her thoughts in place. She held his face as the kiss intensified, Ben stroked her hair before running his hands down her shoulders, smoothing her arms and squeezing her waist under the sheet.

Y/N tightened her legs around him and let out a small moan when Ben squeezed her hips and marked her lips with his teeth. Ben continued pressing his lips to hers, swallowing her sighs and curling his tongue around hers.

"Morning!" He said as she pulled away, looking for air. Y/N blinked a few times trying to get used to the bright light.

"Ben, I don't remember much of last night. I think we had too much to drink." Y/N spoke, getting up, she sat on the bed facing him, holding the sheet at bust height covering her body. She was taking his concern upon herself.

"We didn't do anything." He said, and Y/N raised an eyebrow at him. They were both naked on that bed. Something had happened, for sure. "Well we had amazing sex, is that a problem for you?" he laughed giving a cheeky grin and Y/N felt his cheeks heat up. Ben leaned over, running his hand along her arm, giving her goosebumps. "And I wouldn't mind if we did it again."

"No, that's not a problem." She said with certainty, despite the memory lapses, the evening had passed had been incredible. "It's just that..."

"Hey, it's okay. Come here." Ben tried to calm her down and encouraged her to move back close to him again. She moved and rested her head on his chest as he stroked her hair with one hand.

"It's because of the press. I'm not usually this careless." Y/N laughed humorlessly, thinking of the same things Ben was thinking earlier. Ben turned his body, getting on top of her and making her legs hug his waist.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N." He ran his hand over her face from top to bottom, leaving gentle kisses on her cheeks and forehead. "Just enjoy the moment."

"But Ben, the press will be talking about the two of us." She said, trying to resist the kisses he splashed on her neck. "They know how to be cruel and invasive."

"Let them talk. We're not doing anything wrong."

"All right then." She finally agreed. Ben lifted his head to look at her. Y/N threw back his hair and stared into his blue eyes. As soon as she saw those crystal blue irises last night, she knew she was lost.

Once in Ben Chilwell's bed, she didn't know if she would be able to get out anymore, so she felt a relief when he asked:

"Can I have your number?"

"Of course you can." She smiled, leaving a kiss on his mouth. His eyes sparkled, thinking that this could be the start of something good.

"Do you have to leave now?"

"I can go later." She spoke, still playing with his hair.

"Cool, me too." Ben kissed her collarbone, lingering with his lips on hers. He grabbed her lower lip with his teeth and slowly released. The movement sending an electrifying shiver through Y/N's body. "I was wondering, do you want coffee, or the second round?"

She held his hair and kissed him, making it clear that it was the second option.

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outlawsworld · 3 years

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Trusting Strangers - Chapter 13

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Arthur and reader spend a night in a hotel room together and finally get steamy.

Warning: SMUT, NFTW, Please do not read this if you are under 18. Violence and swearing.

Notes: This is my first time writting SMUT so please let me know if it is any good! I'm really nervous about how this series is going so any comments would be great! Also please like and reblog 🤠

Chapter 1

You tried to ignore the feelings stirring in your groin, your heart was racing at full speed. Each breath you took seemed to come out shaking. Arthur still rested his hand on your leg as he looked over your small frame wearing just his shirt. In the past you had been shot at, hit and worse but that didn't compare to the nervousness you felt right now. The room felt incredibly hot but you couldn't decide if that was just because of the tension in the air or the actual temperature.

''It looks good on ya'' Arthur finally broke the silence. Your cheeks were flushed at his comment and you pulled your gaze away shyly. Arthur leant over you and placed a finger under your chin guiding your gaze back to him. His face was only inches away from yours. You could feel his warm breath on your skin as he looked deeply into your eyes. ''You're so beautiful'' he spoke in a low raspy tone. His words flooded through you as your breath got caught in your throat.

That was the first time Arthur had ever properly complimented you. He was never good at expressing himself so you never thought too much into it. The moment he said it, you fell even deeper for him. You never thought of yourself as a pretty girl because you usually wore trousers and you weren't afraid to get your hands dirty but the way he looked at you made you melt. All that mattered to you was that he thought you were. You couldn't find the words so you blushed and gave him a shy smile. He tilted your chin up again before leaning in and kissing you.

The kiss was deep and passionate. You both had a need for each other that you couldn't shake off. The heat between your legs was growing as your sex began to throb uncontrolably. You placed your hands on his chest, allowing yourself to feel his muscles and hair that grew there. He tensed at your touch but soon relaxed as he leant further over you. The smell of lavender soap filled the air and you could taste the tabacoo in his kiss. You moved your hands slowly down his torso, exploring every inch of his upper body. It was although your hand was getting attracted to exploring further down and you couldn't stop it. When you reached the band of his trousers, Arthur let out a low maon between kisses.

Arthur's hand started to slowly glide up your leg from where his hand was resting. His touch was so light that it sent a shiver running through your entire body. You hadn't had a man touch you in this way since you were held captive, but they were rough and violent. Arthur was being gentle, moving slowly to try and not push you too far but allowing himself to touch you. The only time you had actually allowed a man to touch you like this was clumsy and awkward but Arthur seemed to know exactly what he was doing. His hand was now sliding up your thigh and reaching the hem of the shirt. Arthur broke the kiss, stopping his hand in his tracks and leaning back so that he could see your face. You were laying below him breathless and craving more.

''You alright (Y/N)? I don't wanna push you into anythin'.'' he whispered as his eyes met yours.

''Arthur'' you breathed. ''Keep goin'.''. He smiled at you before he began kissing you again.

His hand began to slide under the fabric of the shirt and further up your thigh. Your body felt like it was on fire. The thoughts in your head screaming for it all to stop were pushed to one side, knowing Arthur would never do anything to hurt you. You trusted him, more than anyone in the world. You moved your hands across his torso, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer. He broke away from your lips to place small wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone. You tilted your head to the side to allow him easier access to your burning skin. He sat up to place his body between your legs, which at first you hesitated to open. After a split second of fighting with your fear, you allowed your legs to open wide making room for him. His body now kneeling between your legs, both of his hands slowly making their way up your thighs. You were becoming unbearably hot so you began to unbutton the shirt you were wearing, watching Arthur's eyes dilate as he watched you. Once the last button was open you threw the shirt off you, you were now laying completely naked. Arthur's jaw dropped slightly again as his eyes scanned over your body. You watched as they shifted from your neck, to your exposed breasts and then further down to between your legs.

You suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, even in the dim lighting, you were fully on show. As his eyes wandered over you, you began to fold your arms over your body, hiding yourself from him. He grasped your wrists with both hands gently and pulled them away from you.

''(Y/N), you are so beautiful'' he gasped, focusing back on your eyes. ''Please don't hide from me''. You began to relaxed at his words as he came to rest on one elbow by your head, hovering over your body. He pressed his lips against yours again. His tounge dancing with yours as his free hand moved to explore you. He moved it lightly down from your cheek, collarbone, to your breast. The sensation of being touched sent waves of pleasure through your body. He kneaded your breast, brushing his thumb over your hardened nipple. You felt his hips grind against yours, feeling his erection trapped in his trousers. Another moan escaped you as his hand moved further down over your stomach to your hip. His touch left a tingling trail down your body that made you roll your hips up to meet his. Arthur broke the kiss to look you in the eye one last time before moving his hand any further. You nod at him before his lips connect to yours again.

His fingers ghosted over your core. The slight touch made your whole body shake, you could feel how wet and desperate you had become for him. You move your hands down his torso to his trousers, unbuttoning them. His finger slowly glides between your folds, feeling your wetness for the first time. You let out an involuntary moan into his mouth, his mouth smiled slightly at the way he is making you feel. His finger then finds the bundle of nerves before gently rubbing small circles into it. You break this kiss this time unable to concentrate past the feeling he is producing in between your legs. Your hand that was unbuttoning his trousers unable to carry on because of the overwhelming feeling he is producing. He begins to kiss your neck again before slowly pushing a finger into you. You let out a small gasp, you had never felt such pleasure from being touched. The thoughts of fear were being pushed out by your body's needs for more.

Arthur started to move his finger in and out of you, curling it as he went along. He used his thumb to rub into your clit whilst he worked you. Your toes curled and you could feel your pleasure rising. He placed another finger into you which made you moan into his neck. You had never experienced a man trying to pleasure just you before. In your past experience it had been completely selfish on the man's part. This new sensation was overwhelming and you could feel yourself begin to come undone. Quickly, you push Arthur slightly off you. His fingers leave you and you feel a sudden emptiness. Arthur looks at you concerned but before he can say anything you push his undone trousers down his legs. His manhood pushes out from the confinement of his trousers, caused by his arousal.

You take a deep breath at the sight of him for the first time. Arthur fully removed his trousers allowing you to take in his full naked form. His manhood was big and hard as he knelt between your legs. You swallow the lump in your throat at the sight of him as he crawled back on top of you kissing up your body before kissing your lips softly. You place your hand between your two bodies, wanting to touch him. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, feeling the velverty skin in your grasp. His body shudders at being touched and a heavy breath leaves his mouth. You start to move your hand up and down his length, slowly. Each movement had Arthur grinding his hips down into your hand. You release him and he leans in closer to you.

''You sure?'' he asked. His face was soft, trying to look for any hesitation from you.

''I'm sure'' you look reassuringly into his eyes. He hesitated for a moment but you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you and kiss him hard.

His tip glides along your folds becoming slick from your wetness. You feel him tense as he rubs himself against you. He hovers over your entrance before slowly pushing himself into you. You gasp as you feel him stretch your walls. Arthur lets out a moan as he pushes further into you, stopping for a moment to allow you to adjust to him. He completely fills you before he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. Arthur takes his time with you, making sure that you were comfortable before grinding deeper into you.

"Fuck (Y/N)" Arthur moans as he starts to quicken his pace. His hips begin to roll harder with each thrust. Both your bodys are covered with sweat from the heat of your actions. You kiss down Arthurs neck and shoulder which made him moan in his deep tone. Every thrust was hitting just the right spot to suge pleasure through you. Feeling him inside you was enough to make you forget to breathe. The moan that you both were holding back were now getting louder and filling the room.

You opened your legs wider to allow him more access which he took, grinding even deeper into you. The new deepness intensified the feeling of him inside you, you rolled your head back and tensed around him. Arthur groaned at you tightening, encouraging him to quicken his pace. You could feel waves of pleasure engulfing you with every move he made. Arthur reached between your bodies to rub small circles into the bundle of nerves with his fingers. The feeling pushed you over the edge and you could feel your orgasm coming. Suddenly a rush of heat and pleasure stampeded through you. Your whole body tensed as the waves hit you over and over, uncontrollable moans left your mouth and you shut your eyes as Arthur continued to thrust into you.

"Arthur" you moaned his name as you reached your peak. You could feel his abs tense and his moans also became louder as he chased down his own release. He thrusted a couple more times into you before quickly pulling himself out, pumping himself until he caught his seed in his hand. His body trembles at the sensation and you watch as his muscles relax after coming down from his climax.

He lays down on the bed next to you. The both of you lay there for a moment trying to catch your breath, covered in sweat. You felt extremely relaxed and dizzy as you turned your head to look at him. His face was red, sweat was running down his forehead and his golden brown hair was a mess.

''Come 'er'' he breathed as he held his arm out. You shuffled your body so you were pressed up against him. His arm wrapped around you pulling you in closer and your head lay on his chest. ''That was......'' he trailed off still trying to catch his breath. You look up to see him smiling widely which makes you giggle. ''You alright? I hope you don't think I was expectin' that....I wasn't...I mean I'm glad, but I weren't expectin'.'' you quickly cut him off by kissing him softly. You found it amusing that this big, tough outlaw could be so easily flustered when it came to you.

''I'm better than alright Arthur'' you smile. ''Thank you''.

''I should be thankin' you darlin'.'' he chuckles slightly, pulling you in closer.

''No'' you giggle. ''I meant thank you for understandin'. Taking it slow with me''. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head.

''Of course. I never want to do anythin' you ain't comfortable with (Y/N). I will never hurt ya, I promise'' he pauses for a moment. ''Thank you for trustin' me'' he whispers in a low, soft tone.

You both hold each other for a couple minutes, taking in what had just happened. The room began to feel a lot colder as you both manage to catch your breath. Arthur stands up grabbing a cloth to clean his hand with before pssing you one to clean yourself. Once you are done, you both get under the sheets of the bed and lay back down like how you were before. You listen to Arthur's heart beating steady and feel the rise and fall of his muscled chest. He was stroking small circles into your back softly which was beginning to send you off to sleep. Everything seemed perfect in this moment, you didn't want it to ever end. As you felt your eyelids growing heavy, you heard Arthur whisper something to you. You couldn't quite make out what he said before you were asleep.

You woke up the next morning feeling incredibly relaxed. Opening your eyes slowly to allow them to adjust to the morning light, you felt Arthurs muscled arms wrapped around you. His body was pressed against your back and his head was resting just behind yours. The both of you were still naked with only the bed sheets covering you. You can't help but smile as you feel Arthur's arms pull you in tighter against his chest. The events of last night playing over and over in your head.

''G'mornin'.'' you hear his deep sleepy voice stir behind you.

''Mornin' Arthur'' you turn around to face him. He had bed hair and he hadn't opened his eyes just yet. You softly place your hand on his cheek, scanning his features with your fingertips. He hummed softly at your touch before slowly opening his eyes. His eyes shone in the morning light and you were able to see them much more clearly. The deep blue with a touch of green around his pupil. You couldn't help but admire how beautiful this man was. He smiled shyly at you, making you blush, before kissing you softly.

''I could get used to this'' he chuckled. ''Waking up to you, I must be the luckiest man alive''.

''You've got it all wrong Mr Morgan'' you whisper. ''I'm the lucky one'' his words had made your heart flutter. The feelings that you have towards him were growing stronger each day. It was becoming hard to concentrate on anything else except the thoughts you have of him.

The both of you took your time before getting up and dressed. You wanted more than anything to stay locked up together in this room but you knew you had a duty to the gang. Dutch's stern words were ringing in your ear about how the gang comes first. As you walked out of the hotel and stuffed your things back into your saddle bags, Arthur grabbed your hand pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

''Wanna get somthin' to eat before headin' back'' he held you close to him. You could feel that he didn't want this to end just yet, much like yourself.

''Alright, but we better hurry. I've gotta help John today'' you say giggling at him.

''Marston can wait'' he took your hand and interlocked your fingers together. You both walked hand in hand, strolling slowly down the street to the saloon. Rhodes was a nice little down dispite the two families who run it. The dirt roads were almost a red colour and the land was definitely dryer then in Valentine. There were plenty of shops here but you couldn't help miss the small farming town of Valentine. You both entered the saloon which looked a mess from the night before. There had clearly been some fight last night and Arthur looked rather sheepish.

"I'm guessing this had somthin' to do with you and Hosea" you smirked up at him as you glanced around the room. Tables and chairs were upturned and a young man was cleaning up blood stains.

"Nothin' to do with me. I'm guessing a couple of those raider folk started talkin' shit to some nice men giving out some boose" Arthur chuckled. The both of you ate your breakfast while telling each other stories. Arthur was telling you all about how he would stand for hours everyday practising pulling his pistol from his holster as fast as he could. Living on the run meant you had to be quicker than everyone else to survive. You couldn't help but giggle when he mentioned the one time he was practising and whilst he was spinning his gun it went off, shooting himself in the foot. Hosea bandaged him back up and banned him from using guns until it had healed.

When it was time to go back to camp, you both fell quiet. You mounted up and spurred your horses into a steady trot. There was a slight feeling of sadness in your gut as you followed the trail back to camp. Every time you spent with Arthur you never wanted it to end. With the life you live you never know when the next opportunity will be to spend time together alone and away from camp. It wasn't long before you arrived back at Clemens Point. Everyone was so busy with their chores that they hardly seemed to take notice of Arthur and your return.

''I need to speak to Dutch'' Arthur turned to you after hitching up his horse. ''I'll speak to ya later?'' you nodded. He leant down to kiss you on your cheek before striding through camp to Dutch's tent. You took this opportunity to check on Dallas. His cut was healing fast and he was able to walk on his leg without favouring it now. You pat him on his neck and feed him a carrot from your bag.

''Bout time you showed up'' the raspy voice from behind you made you jump. You spun round to see John. His eyes were fixed on you with a stern expression on his face.

''Jesus John, you scared me'' you giggle but John didn't return the amused look.

''Where the hell have you been?'' he continued, his voice was slightly raised at you. ''I've been waitin' for ya all mornin'.'' Your brow furrowed in confusion. You couldn't understand why he was speaking to you like how you would expect Mrs Grimshaw too.

''What the hell is your problem?'' you throw back at him, trying not to raise your voice. You had heard John when he was annoyed before but it has never been directed at you. Normally it was aimed at Abigail or the other men in camp.

''We have a job to do (Y/N) and instead you go off glavantin' with Morgan'' he gestures in Arthur's direction.

''I don't see how that's got anythin' to do with it'' you couldn't believe that John was picking a fight with you. ''It ain't exactly like Javier is ready to go'' you look at the man still sleeping on his bedroll on the other side of camp. John turns to see the man and rolls his eyes.

''Just be ready in five minutes'' John demands as he turns his back on you. You watch open mouthed as he makes his way over to Javier. John kicks Javiers boot hard, jumping the tired man out of his sleep. Why was John so mad at you? You tried to think hard about what you possibly could have done to deserve his tantrum. It was astonishing how quickly your mood changed from this morning to now. Irritation and confusion was replacing the relaxed and delightful feelings. You brushed and tacked Dallas up after deciding his leg was good enough and he could use the exercise.

''Morning (Y/N)'' a sleepy Javier walks up beside you and begins to saddle up Boaz.

''Mornin' Javier'' you greet him with a forced smile. ''Did John and Abigail get in another fight or somethin'?'' you ask in a hushed tone so John doesn't hear.

''When aren't they fighting'' Javier laughed. ''Dutch and Molly are getting just as bad''. You breathe out a long sigh as John approaches you both.

''Ready?'' he asked as he mounted Old boy. You and Javier share a look before mounting up and following behind John out of camp.

''Hey (Y/N), it's our first job together in a while'' Javier pulled up to ride next to you. ''Glad you trust me enough to ride with me again'' he smirked.

''It weren't your fault what happened ya know'' you chuckle rubbing the side of your head where the butt of the gun had collided with you weeks ago. ''Always happy to ride with you Javier'' you smiled at him. The two of you ride side by side talking about the incident and allowing yourselves to laugh about it now. John didn't say a word the whole ride to the Grey's place. You had never seen him in such a mood, even when Abigail was really pressing his buttons, he would still talk to you. Something must have really gone wrong for him to act so cold towards you. ''So, what's the plan John?'' you ask, trying to encourage him to speak to you.

''There ain't a plan'' he shouted gruffly back to you. ''We go in, ask about these horses and take it from there'' you don't push him any further. You trotted down the long drive to the Grey plantation. The tobacco fields to either side of you looked like they had dried out. No wonder, with the lack of rain they had and the baking sun beating down on the crop everyday. The guards told you to meet Mr Grey behind the house, by the stables. You followed round the house until you came to the barn and hitched the horses outside.

''What do you want?'' The old man was sitting on a crate inside the barn. He was wearing a nice suite, with a pocket watch in his hand. His grey hair was wearing thin under his hat and his face held a permanent scowl. The three of you slowly approached him.

''We are here about some horses'' John informed him. ''Your son, the sheriff said you may require some help''.

''Ahh, so you are part of the group running around town acting like you own the damn place'' he spat back. He looked you all up and down individually with judgment in his eyes.

''Look mister. We're good people. Like you'' John tried to defuse the man.

''You don't know me'' he pointed his finger at John. ''You turn up in town, you're helping everybody'' John's jaw becomes tense so you decide to step in.

''That's right sir'' you jump in attracting the man's attention. ''We just want to help. This is such a nice town you run here, we want to keep it that way'' you smile sweetly at him.

''A woman'' he scoffed. Your eyes narrowed at him and your body tensed as you took a step towards him. John put his arm out in front of you to stop your movements. He looked at you shaking his head slightly, silently telling you to relax. It infuriated you that some men still believed women to be useless but you took a step back, kicking yourself for backing down but knowing it was the right thing to do.

''And have you met my partner Arthur Morgan?'' John gestured to the broad man who you had failed to notice walking into the barn. Arthur walks over, casually holding his gun belt before tipping his hat to you all. You catch his eye as he winks at you making you blush. He somehow manages to have a calming influence over you just by being there. You stand silently behind the three men as they converse with Mr Grey about the Braithwaites. John's irritation flares up again when the old man calls him a 'Yanky'. He defends himself without losing his head and turns the conversation back to the horses. You notice his knuckles were white from clenching his fists. His jaw was tight and eyes narrowed. This wasn't like John at all.

The old man explains where to find the horses claiming they are worth five thousand dollars. He wanted you to steal them from the Braithwaites and sell them to some twin brothers at a place called Clemens Cove. John shakes the man's hand before walking out the barn, you follow closely behind glaring at the man as you pass him by. The four of you mounted up and spurred your horses into a canter out of the Grey's plantation. Arthur rode alongside you as you all discussed the plan to get the horses out of the Braithwaite's place. John talked your way past the Braithwaite guard and you headed into the grounds towards the stables. Once you reached the stables you dismounted and were greeted rudly by the stablehand. Arthur took the lead in trying to talk to him. He proceeded to tell him we were investers and we needed studs.

''Listen, why don't you get out of here? You, scar face, your greaser buddy and the woman'' he confronted Arthur. Arthur stood over the man, he always knew how to intimidate anyone who stood in his way. The man backed down, quickly learning he didn't stand a chance against the towering man before him. He lead you all inside and pointing out their best stallions. Once he had, Arthur snuck up behind him and broke his neck quickly and quietly.

''Shouldn't have been so damn rude'' you looked down at the man's limp body. The three men grabbed a horse each as you kept a look out for any guards coming your way. They tethered the three stallions to the back of Javier's horse and you almost got away unnoticed until you heard a shout from another barn. A man had spotted you and alerted the other guards.

''Quick, come on'' you shouted as you mounted your horses. All four of you raced across the fields with the three stallions galloping behind you. Some of the Braithwaite men started chasing you, shooting at you. Bullets were flying as Javier took the lead, concentrating on getting the horses out. John, Arthur and yourself began shooting back to the oncoming fire. They followed you out of the manor and down the road, luckily none of them had a good shot. You picked them off one by one as they came after you. You diverted off the road to try and lose them and it wasn't long before no more of them were in sight. As you pulled the horses up to a trot you gave Dallas a pat on his now sweat covered neck. The heat made galloping a lot harder work. You caught your breath as you carried on riding towards Clemens Cove where the two brothers were waiting for you.

You and Javier stayed seated in your saddles as Arthur and John negotiated with the men. They were twins, one of them a loud mouth and the other didn't talk at all. The one that talks offered $650 for all three which angered John who demanded that he could get $5,000. In the end you got $700 for the stallions as that is all the brothers had to offer. John had no other choice but to take the deal as there were no stables you could sell them too for miles, especially without papers.

''You god damn fool Marston'' Arthur whispered angrily to John. You could feel a growing tension between the two men as you waited for them to mount up. ''$5,000 for horses. You were seriously dumb enough to fall for that'' Arthur scowled as he mounted Siego.

''You heard Mr Grey yourself'' John spat back. ''Weren't my fault but you always find a reason to blame me''. Javier and yourself rode behind John and Arthur as they shouted at one another. The two of you would share an awkward look as they shot isults back and forth. Just as you all pulled back into camp they both fell silent. The two men dismounted and stormed off in separate directions without another word. You untacked Dallas and began to brush off the dried sweat that covered his body. Javier offered to help with the rest of the horses but you politely declined. You wanted a bit of time to yourself watching as the rest of camp finished up for the day. It was mid afternoon by the time you had finished tending to the horses.

An hour or so went by before you had finished all your jobs. You were sat cleaning your saddle when Arthur approached you with Sean following closely behind him. Sean had a wide grin on his face, looking like he was up to no good.

"We're headin' out again" Arthur's voice echoed across camp. "Sean, go get tacked up. I'll be with you in a minute".

"Alright boss" the Irishman tipped his hat to you and went to his horse. Arthur turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry. Bout earlier, with Marston" he crouched in front of you. Placing a hand on your free knee that didn't have a saddle perched on it. You look up to meet his soft expression.

"Don't worry bout it, he weren't the best company before all that anyway" you smile. "Why do you have a problem with him? You do always seem to pick on him" you asked shyly.

"That's a story for another time" he chuckled lightly. "Anyway I best get goin'. Off back to the Braithwaites place" he stood up, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.

"Your goin' back there? So soon?" you question him raising your eyebrows in shock. It was a stupid idea, we had just shot so many of their men and he was going to walk back inside like nothing happened.

"Apparently Hosea has a job for us there. We'll be fine" he assured you with a soft smile before he joined Sean in mounting up. Arthur tipped his hat to you as he trotted out of camp.

You sat there for a while completely confused to what made them think it was a good idea to get involved with both families. Taking a deep breath you continue to clean your saddle but it couldn't take your mind off Arthur. You scrub harder to try and focus but your thoughts still wonders back to him. You can't help but worry about the job, it could easily go wrong. What if he gets recognised? Will they hurt him? Or worse. Everything that had happened over the last couple of days made you realise that maybe you weren't just sweet on him. Where you falling for him? You must be, you had never thought a person could be capable of feeling the way he makes you feel. The thought of being in love terrified you. What if you lost him, which was completely possible on a day to day basis. You have lost your entire family and it hurt you more then words can explain but loosing Arthur would feel like something else entirely. You weren't prepared to go through that.

You scan the camp looking for something or someone else to focus your attention on. John was sat on a rock, on the lakeside, staring out over the water. You had to talk to him. Not only to get your mind off Arthur and this job but to find out what was making him so angry. He was your best friend in camp and you hated it when he wouldn't even talk to you. You decided quickly that you were going over to him. Placing your saddle to the side, you stood up and marched straight over to him.

"John" you called as you approached to not startle him. "You gonna talk to me now or what?".

Chapter 14

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