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The shine of gunfire had died as soon as it began. You tried to keep away from the window but could not keep yourself from peeping behind the other side of the curtain. The metallic lights which had shone like shooting stars had dissipated like drops of water. Where they once rang true, the shouts, the cries, the bullets all whimpered slowly turned into nothingness.
Looking down, all you wanted to see was Arthur running, appearing from behind some wall or shrub triumphantly. Chiding yourself, you thought to everyone else who had taken up their arms to defend you and your property, yet the only thought that consumed you was him.
If he died, your last memory of him would be of that damn argument, an argument that now seemed so trivial when your lives were on the line.
But he came back for you. He held you, and that was the only thing in that moment you could cling onto.
The shadows of men were there but you knew it could lie either way. Was it men that you knew or what it was those that not only had wanted the horses but the sort that wouldn’t spare a second thought to raid the house of jewels, antiques and women? Or was it those that you silently prayed for?
You knew what the lack of victory would cost you, but Arthur was clear in his words. Don’t open that damn door . It replayed over and over in your mind as you looked between the darkened void beyond the glass and your shotgun. You didn’t dare have a drink to satiate your nerves, knowing whatever the cost, your mind needed to be strong.
Locked in your chambers, it felt that several lifetimes had passed you by. You heard very little, you were tempted to press your ears against the window, to open the sash, to do anything so you could understand what was happening outside the front door.
Then it came. The echo of footsteps and the barrage of knocking on your door. The alertness held you hostage as even though you wanted to move you could not. Then it came again.
You heard your name. The voice boomed from the other side as you attempted to quell your panic. Reaching for your keys from the dresser, your hands shook and even though you knew it was Arthur, the fear possessed your limbs.
You heard him shout again, banging on the door once more.
Stumbling forward, you forced the key into the lock, turning it several ways before you found the mechanism, trembling with every ounce of adrenaline that had not dismounted since the robbery had begun.
Fidgeting with the doorknob, you managed to pry it free, yanking it open in haste and imagining the worst on the other side. Burnt limbs, open wounds and a face of spam were all you saw in your mind.
Before you could even look at him, he grabbed the tops of your arms shoving you back into the bedroom and kicked the door close. The panic rose again, your eyes darting all over him looking for some injury, for some corporeal sign he was really still alive and there in front of you and not some wicked figment of your imagination.
‘You hurt?’ Arthur commanded as he dug into your flesh.
You had no idea what to think or what to say but you willed yourself to nod as your eyes pebbled with tears.
You felt utterly exhausted, overwhelmed with it all. Yet there Arthur stood, towering above you as all of your body went limp. Your face was blushed, covered in sweat and looking more strained than ever before.
‘Did they hurt you?’ He asked again in a low tone, loosening his grip whilst searching your expression.
‘No… it’s..’ you stammered, unable to find the words. ‘I’m fine.’ You proclaimed with a resounding breath.
Arthur was utterly unbecoming. No signature hat, his hair flopping to one side and his bright blue eyes were wracked with tension. He looked feral and you almost felt the same but as his grip on your arms loosened you nearly dropped to the floor.
‘I heard you scream,’ he commented, rubbing his hand over his mouth. You were certain that at that moment you were not the only one that was shaking.
‘I’m fine,’ you repeated, swallowing the dryness in your throat in some attempt to regain composure. ‘I… I just took a fright,’ was all you could bring yourself to say, unaware of if the bullet was perhaps really that close and if the blood you saw on your dress was yours or that of the man that Arthur defended you against.
Pushing his hand through his hair, he sighed, looking down at you.
Your eyes connected and your stomach churned, as you returned Arthur's gaze tenfold. You felt it before it happened as the familiar want sturred inside of you. Yet all the preparation in the world would not have mattered.
Cupping your cheek, Arthur pulled you into him without a second warning. His lips were warm and soft as he kissed you, drawing you further into him by your waist.
You mewled without thinking about anything other than what you had so desperately wanted. Pressing yourself further into him, you felt the heave of his chest as his fingers worked to the nape of your neck, rendering you completely docile to his desire.
His kiss was tender, yet demanding. A fire burned between you, one that you knew you would never extinguish. The need to be near him, to feel his touch, to taste his lips, to hear his heartbeat. It was a need you couldn't deny and it was a feeling you had not known before.
You found all the safety you had ever longed for on his lips. He was the one to shield you from the darkness. From all those years of loneliness.
Your hands found their way to his chest pushing off his jacket. He wasted no time in assisting you as he shrugged it off, whilst you forced your body into his, standing on the balls of your feet and higher into his kiss, breathless and needy.
His lips left yours to trail over your jaw, down to the soft spot beneath your ear. He bit gently on the skin, drawing a gasp from you as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.
He kissed you across your neck, again and again, leaving wet marks that you felt all the way to your core as you stretched your head back in silent permission. Your legs were weak as your knees trembled whilst you tried your best to hold onto him for support.
A loud knock on the door broke the spell.
'Ma'am?' A small voice called from the other side.
Shit, you thought. You were so caught up in your carnal desire that everything else had evaporated from your mind.
You pulled away from Arthur as much as you could, as he looked over his shoulder towards the door. You scuttled towards it awkwardly, as you opened the door a small amount to see one of your maids on the other side of the door.
'You okay, ma'am? Mr Jameson said that everything's been dealt with,' her young eyes were wracked with grief as you felt utterly ashamed that the whole terrible evening had been forgotten as soon as Arthur stepped into your room.
'Thank you. Please get some rest, it's late,' You said with a small smile and you were increasingly aware of Arthur, who had surreptitiously shielded himself behind the door.
The young maid nodded and turned to leave. She was out the door before she realized it was closed behind her.
‘That was easy,’ Arthur remarked, sounding relieved.
‘I didn’t know what else to do,’ you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else.
‘It was the right thing to do,’ he replied, as he placed a tentative hand on your arm.
'Arthur… I…' you could barely look at him. You were overcome with the emotional deluge of the day, so much so that it all threatened to spill over. 'Earlier today… I didn't-'
'I know sweetheart,' Arthur said softly, his eyes hazy as his lips shone in the low light. He pulled at your skirt and brought you towards him, back into his arms.
'I'm sorry,' was all you could say, as you mumbled into his chest, your fingers lightly pawing at his shirt.
'Ain't nothing to be sorry for,' he mused into your hair as you felt his warm breath over you.
You closed your eyes briefly, the smell of sweat and gunpowder filled your nose as you huddled closer into him, imagining what it would be like to fall asleep on that broad chest of his.
You could have fallen asleep right there, if it was not for Arthur's finger that found its way underneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
Whatever words you wanted to say left you and were replaced with only one thing.
Your hands worked up his neck, your fingers lacing themselves in his thick locks as you brought his face down to yours and kissed him.
With the familiarity, he kissed you back passionately and hard, as every grab and movement forced the throb between you. You would do anything - say anything - if it meant he was to be with you at that moment.
As Arthur pulled you closer, his hands roamed over your body, caressing your breasts with his palms hot against your skin. He kissed you again, moving his tongue along your bottom lip as he let his hand drift lower, nestling on your lower back.
You grabbed at his shirt, pulling you with him as you walked back towards the bed. It had been such a long time and there was no one else you had ever wanted as much as him.
You could feel his excitement through his denim whilst he held your lips with his, you wanted to sink as far onto him as humanly possible.
‘Arthur…’ you murmured against his mouth, taking a breath of air as he still held a grip on your waist.
He gave a low hum, bringing his hand up and stroking the side of your cheek as his thumb found its way to your lower lip. With half-closed eyes, looking down upon you, you had never been so sure of anything in your life. You needed Arthur Morgan more than life itself.
Parting your lips further on the pad of his thumb, your eyes pleaded the suppressed yearning as everything you felt for him almost completely unravelled inside of you.
Breathlessly, you stayed there for a moment, drinking him in. His scars, his weather-worn wrinkles around his eye, the look of concern and panic as you opened the door to him. Utterly unsure what you were to do, you wanted to allow him to lay claim to you. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, he gave you little choice as he crashed his mouth back onto yours, ravaging you and moving his hands to the back of your thighs.
Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you allowed him to lift you to his waist - regardless of how difficult your skirt made it. It made no difference in your warmth as you grabbed at the strength of his back whilst pushing your hips into him, not caring where they met.
Arthur held the back of your thighs, his leathery hands gripping into your supple flesh. Seizing the underneath of your hips as he strode towards the bed, you lost yourself further and further into his embrace and kiss. You reached up to your hair, unforgiving of your tongue as you fell deeper and harder into his love.
Removing the pins in your hair one by one, without any care as to where they landed, your hair tumbled as you fumbled with the brooch at your collar, throwing that to the harbouring waste of destruction on the floor.
Holding back onto Arthurs's shoulders, you reached for the waistband of your skirt with your free hand, tucking your thumb into it and shifting it over your hips as far as it would allow. Pushing everything you had into his body, Arthur found his way to your hair, pulling your face back gently as you panted and tried your best to not writhe upon him in utter greed.
Rosied lips, swollen and hungry you chewed your lips softly whilst silently praying he would do all the things to your body that you felt that he had already promised you. He said nothing, as he lowered you down by your legs with perfect control onto the bed.
In silence, he unbuttoned himself, without taking his eyes away from you. Following suit, you refused to give into him like some shy maid. You knew exactly what you wanted and refused to be ashamed of it. For surely if you were to wait for a second longer, you convinced yourself you may as well die.
Undoing the buttons on your blouse at the same time, you freed yourself of your outer garments whilst you sauntered yourself backwards further onto the bed in your stay and drawers. Arthur, meanwhile, unlaced his boots and released himself of his jeans leaving him in just his navy union suit.
Just when you thought that all of the evening's emotions were hanging onto by tenuous thread, you saw his evident desire. Your heart quickened as you swallowed deeply. No longer in the mood for any patience, you hitched your feet up to the edge of the bed, grabbing at his thermal fabric and pulled Arthur onto you.
Falling between your legs, he wasted no time in pushing his appendage into you, bearing down just enough to send your back arching and you whined softly into the crook of his neck. Responding with ease, he groaned his low and impetuous wanting into your hair as you trifled with the buttons on the front of his undergarments.
In return, Arthur helped himself to the cover of your drawers, pulling them apart as you bucked your hips in need. Holding onto him you opened your eyes once again, subconsciously licking your lips as without even touching yourself, you knew how wet you had become.
Balancing himself on his elbow beside you, his other hand felt the side of your face whilst he pushed down to you, regardless of the clothing between them. Whimpering ever so slightly, you knew that he could feel the slick of your heat through his cotton as you ground your hips into him with relief.
‘Please…’ You begged slowly, as your hands found their way under his union suit, pushing it off of him and down to his hips whilst you squirmed alluringly underneath him.
Without hesitation, Arthur worked his hand up from your drawers across the front of your stay, snaking across the curve of your breast and towards your neck. With his thumb, he teased at your throat and the underneath of your chin, enough to send your head backwards arching and begging.
Every touch and every stroke sent a ripple through you, forcing your blood to course harder to your very core. The need, the desperation, everything you wanted to show him, everything you wanted to run from was there and ready for the taking.
With a wry smile on his lips, he looked down at you. Flushed and strained just as much as you were, his thumb traced down from your chin to your collarbone, slow and gentle.
Making his way back down your front, your eyes wrinkled shut in anticipation as your breath turned into hard, deep pants.
As the fabric of the drawers parted from your front, tickling you with its lacey kiss, you felt Arthur's thumb press onto the bundle of nerves at your centre.
You moaned, your back twisting in pleasure and he continued to make circles with his thumb. You felt as though steam was rising off of you with the quickening of your pulse. Your whole body was growing warm with the ache between your thighs.
You were ready to burst at the seams and convinced that as soon as he filled you, you would be left panting, wanting and screeching from within.
Reaching between you, you took his length in your hand - the thick, rigid heat twitching against your hold - as you guided Arthur into you. He took as much grace as you hoped for and he threw his hips into you. His entire weight forced himself so far into you that you thought that your spine would dissolve out of you.
You moaned without caution, your legs rose to his side as you refused to be abashed by his ferocity. It was better than you could have imagined and already lost in the euphoria, your fingertips dug into his shoulders as you felt every muscle tense within him.
He thrusted slowly and deep and you felt yourself tense around him, the low hum already building within you as you rolled your hips with his.
Arthur continued to pace himself, each time he found his way deeper and deeper into you. You took him gladly as your breath hitched with your fingertips pressed hard into his strong back.
You knew that he had never been so close to losing control, but you were equally desperate to feel him lose it too. As his hips moved faster and harder, he drove you to the brink of madness.
Craning your neck, you found your way to his mouth again, wet and eager, completely unbridled in your pleasure. You forced your hips harder, tangling your legs with his and he growled into your mouth.
The sound sent you spiralling, as you moved faster underneath him, using his weight against him and your wanting need grew. The sounds of your passion filled the air, and the danger and urgency filled you, as you broke from his lips, clawing at him whilst your eyes scrunched tight.
‘I can't…’ you gasped, unable to stop yourself from reaching for his face, as your fingernails raked across his jaw.
‘Don’t… don't stop,’ he urged you as his hips slammed into you, over and over again.
His voice was hoarse and low, his breathing laboured as he held your face in his hands. Your nails bit into his skin as he kissed you again, devouring your lips as you clawed at him.
‘I want you… I want…’ you gasped, feeling as though your whole world was going to explode from the inside out.
A low growl came from Arthur as he kissed you with such intensity you could hardly breathe.
His breath coated you and your legs tensed, and the promise of depraved gratification stirred between your thighs.
You had no time for words, only for the wild abandon of the moment. He pulled back to look down upon you, his bright eyes staring into yours with such intensity that you felt as though you could drown.
His thumb ran down the side of your neck, causing you to shudder and moan, biting down on your bottom lip.
With a low grunt, Arthur pushed into you harder and faster as though he sensed your flurry. Relentless in his pace you felt his cock force against every part of you.
Your thighs clung to him as he kept pounding into you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. It was like nothing you had ever felt before and you would have sworn you would never forget this moment for as long as you lived.
Leaning forward, Arthur wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest as he panted and gasped for breath. His heartbeat was fast and loud against your ear, and he felt the vibrations of his pulse.
' Fuck ,' you moaned between tortured gasps.
You felt the burning hunger. The pressure built as the prickle of longing melted through every limb.
Gripping at his shoulders, you blinked heavily and waited for the inevitable. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you saw the glint of fire in Arthur's eyes as he watched you.
It was then that you realized that he had just given you the most intimate gift of all. You had shown him exactly what you needed and he had done the same. You were both so far gone that neither cared about anything else, not even the walls of the room.
Panting and writhing beneath him, you felt yourself nearing the end of your endurance. Arthur had found his peak and now he was ready to take you there with him. You gasped as you felt him push deep and hard into you, moving faster and faster as the heat of your bodies consumed you.
‘Oh… oh my God…’ You gasped as the tension and heat of your body built to an unbearable level.
His hips moved with you, his cock driving into you, sending sparks of a ravaging sensation throughout your body.
'Arthur… Don't…' you pleaded, but it was too late.
Your sobs wracked around you, as he tipped you over the edge, and you fell into an all consuming rapture as the white hot flashes of ecstasy took hold of your body.
The room was a blur of light and dark as you screamed out in pleasure, the thunderous sound echoing throughout the room. You twitched underneath him as he held himself still whilst you rocked yourself onto him, coaxing out every last drip and inch of fervour.
For a moment, you thought that he might move again, but instead, he remained still and let you ride the waves of your release.
Shuddering and panting, you finally sagged against him.
His brow was tense but he smiled with a devilishly grin as you saw the look of voraciousness in his brightened blue eyes.
He drove himself into you, without mercy as your breath caught acutely in your throat.
He did it again and again, as you continued to spasm around him. Continuing faster than before, Arthur slammed into you as you whimpered feebly beneath him, unable to move any part of your body.
He grunted into the crease of your neck, as you felt his body grow tight.
Arthur pulled out of yoy in haste, reaching down to himself as he groaned deeply. You felt a few hot, thick drips of his spend exude onto your thigh. His breath was heavy with beads of sweat drizzled on his brow. Collapsing beside you, he pressed his forehead against yours. You lay limply against him, too spent to even make sense of what had happened.
Flopping onto his back next to you, you remained still, your legs still parted and in utter bliss.
You opened your eyes and turned your head to Arthur as he stretched over to grab a cloth from your dresser. Cleaning himself, your legs relaxed as you smiled sanguinely at him.
He chuckled as he threw the cloth on the floor, pulling the sheet cover up to his waist.
'I didn't hurt you did I?' He asked, his chest rising and falling.
You could barely even think straight and your mouth remained in a smile that you thought would never fade.
Shaking your head, you sat up, your drawers and stay clinging to your sweaty skin, along with everything else.
You left the bed, your legs and mind still dazed as you willed herself over to the basin, trying your best to remain upright.
Washing yourself in the cool water, you dried off and changed into your nightgown. You were only gone for a few moments but by the time you returned, Arthur was already well and truly asleep.