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Temptress (John Seed X OC Deputy)

Note: I’m editing this while in the midst of a gastritis flare up so apologies if I missed any mistakes. Have some completely lovestruck John creepin on my dep from a distance bc hell yeah. Enjoy!

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John watches intently through binoculars with his interest peaked as the newly appointed deputy arrives at a resistance outpost. He’d only settled along to treeline to watch the outpost out of curiosity. It had previously belonged to him, until two days ago, when an unknown woman, fresh from out of town, had taken it over and claimed it as one of the resistance safehouses. He was hoping to gain information from his little stakeout; maybe uncover a secret route between resistance bases or perhaps lay eyes on some new weapons that the resistance was hoping to surprise him with. He wasn’t expecting this new face to stroll into his path, but as he sits on the top of the hill, sheltered by the surrounding trees, he finds himself oddly pleased that she has.

He adjusts his binoculars, zooming in on her as she makes the walk from her car to the front of the building, repeatedly tossing her car keys in the air as she does so. The way she walks captivates John. The way she swings her hips from side to side in those little denim shorts. Her legs are glistening with sweat under the summer sun and they have John feeling an all-too-familiar feeling in his chest. One that bubbles up and whirls around inside him, threatening to spill out of his mouth in the form of giddy laughter.

Lust.

John is familiar with all seven of the deadly sins, but it’s been so long since he felt that one and he’d thought those days were long behind him. What would Joseph think if he here now? If he could see him watching her from the hilltop. John looks nervously over his shoulder, convinced that he, too, is being watched by someone; someone who will waste no time in running to Joseph with the news that John Seed, Herald of the Holland Valley, is a sinner. That he’s impure. That he’s irredeemable.

John follows the mysterious new deputy as she stops to talk to a resistance member. She’s animated in the way that she speaks to him, throwing her hands around and turning around on the spot as the man laughs along with her. John wonders what she’s talking about. Perhaps she’s telling the man of an encounter she’d had with one of John’s own people. Maybe she’s telling him about claiming another outpost; a battle that John will hear about later. She says her goodbyes to the man and heads inside the building.

“No, no, no,” John mutters to himself. “Come back, girl.”

As if God himself had heard John’s mutterings, the woman appears in front of a window on the upper floor of the building. John gets up and quickly moves along the treeline for a better angle, sitting back down again behind a fallen tree. He adjusts his binoculars once more, zooming in as far as they’ll go. The woman moves around in an old break room that looks to be repurposed as a dormitory from what John can see of it. She closes the door and heads to the bed next to the window, where she begins to unbutton her shirt.

John looks away, knowing full well that the church – nor God himself – would ever allow this kind of behaviour. Fornication is a sin and voyeurism is just as bad. But John was never much good at self-control, and he raises the binoculars to his eyes again.

She moves around the room in nothing but her underwear now, and John’s heart beats heavily inside his ribcage, each beat thudding in his ears. She’s completely bewitching; a dangerous temptress, sent by the devil himself to lure John into a trap. John is certain of this.

So why is he willingly following?

John gathers his thoughts for a moment as the woman parades around in front of him, dancing in the sunlight that spills in through the window that he watches her through. She’s blissfully unaware that anyone is watching her… or maybe she isn’t. Maybe she knows John is watching. Maybe she likes it.

John’s jeans begin to tighten and he swallows the guilt down with a hard gulp. He reaches one hand down and fumbles with his belt. Finally unbuckling it, he thumbs open the button on his jeans. He takes another look over his shoulder, taking his time to check every single inch of the horizon to make sure no one will ever know that this happened, and – more importantly – to make sure Joseph will never catch wind of it.

He turns back around and peers through the binoculars again, but is left deflated when he discovers the room empty.

“Oh, no… No, no, no.” He scans the outpost in search for her, his eyes gliding over the scene. He’s met by nothing but crates of preserves and patrolling resistance members. “Where did you go, my darling?”

“Lookin’ for someone?” a woman's voice asks.

John’s heart stops and he immediately drops the binoculars from his face. A couple of metres down the hill stands the woman, now dressed and with her arms folded across her chest. She looks angry – as though could kill John then and there – but there’s a kindness in her eyes, hidden behind that rage. She looks even sweeter up close and John rises to his feet, fastening his jeans as he does so.

“I was just –“

“You were just what?” she asks, raising her eyebrow. “Go on. I’d love to hear you try and explain this one.”

John is at a loss for words and he opts for a shrug instead.

“So,” she says, making her way up the hill and stopping in front of him. “You thought it’d be a good idea to watch a woman while she changed? I don’t have much love for Peeping Toms.”

John gazes at her as she stands before him, her brows furrowed and her glossy, silver hair blowing across her face in the breeze. He’s completely smitten. Falling in love was not on his itinerary when he’d gotten dressed this morning, yet here he was… though he finds it hard to complain. He hasn’t felt this alive in a long time. The blood is finally pumping through his veins again – his heart skipping in his chest. For the first time in forever, he feels good. He wants to kiss her, pick her up and spin her around, tell her “thank you – thank you for making me feel like a person again.”

But he doesn’t.

He stays quiet.

Minutes tick by as the two of them watch each other in silence. The only noise that can be heard is the wind picking up and whooshing past their ears as a thunderstorm rolls in from the mountains up North. The woman chews on the inside of her cheek and John puts his hand in the pocket of his coat. Just as the woman opens her mouth to speak, she’s interrupted by a resistance member who has approached the bottom of the hill.

“Lucy,” he calls, cupping his mouth so that his voice is strong enough to be heard over the wind. “You’re needed down here!”

Her name is Lucy. A name that means light. A name that fits her so perfectly.

Lucy looks over her shoulder and waves her hand at him. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

John turns to leave with his head hung low, sorry that his meeting with the love of his life has come to an end already.

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name,” she calls.

John stops in his tracks. She doesn’t know who he is yet? He plans his answer carefully, painfully aware that he’ll never have her if she discovers who he is. And he can’t lose her yet; he’s only just found her.

“My name is Duncan,” he smiles, turning back to face her.

“Okay... Well, Duncan, if I catch you watching me again, I’ll kill you.” She says it in slight jest, but John knows she’ll do it. He knows what this new playmate is capable of; her handy work is scattered all over Hope County – he sees it every time one of his men returns with a truck full of bodies.

“It was nice to meet you, Lucy,” he says politely.

“Yeah, I’m sure it was,” she smirks. “See you around.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear and makes her way back down the hill, trudging through the mud and battling the wind that threatens to knock her off her feet.

“Yes,” John smiles, looking over the binoculars in his hand before clipping them to his belt. “Indeed, you will.”

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