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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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Could you maybe do “No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.” for Darren/reader, or Darren and your OC? -- 🦚 xx

Two Tickets To Paradise

(Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner)

Warnings- language, oral sex (fem!receiving), manual stimulation/masturbation (fem! receiving)

A/N- Two years after the events of Ides of March, Darren and Jeanie (now married) live in a small ocean town outside of Phuket. They own a tiki bar along with Darren's friend Tommy and Jeanie's friend Ewan. They're also parents to a baby girl called Maeve.

After all she's done for him, Darren decides to show Jeanie a little gratitude. GIF credit goes to @vousnavezrienvu

"Darren stop!" Jeanie shoved him away but only light heartedly. "I'm ovulating."

"What the shite does t'at mean?" He ran his hands down over her ass giving it a little squeeze.

"It means you don't wear condoms, I can't get the pill easily in Thailand, and it's prime time for knocking me up. Again."

"So? Let's have a hundred babies," he let his mouth hover over Jeanie's

"Here we go again," she rolled her eyes. "You only enjoy this one because she's still small. Can't even walk yet."

"How about five?" Darren's breath was warm on her face.

"Not all of us are still in our twenties."

"Three! Like Mary, Robbie and I?" he begged her. "T'at was never too much for my Mam. Least our kids will have a dad."

Jeanie sighed, "Dazz."

"Two? So she's not lonely?" Darren laid his Dublin accent thick in her ear. Then he held Jeanie flush to his body before he hoisted her up on the bar. Her shoes kicked off in the process

Against her better judgment, Jeanie wrapped her legs around Darren's waist. Their mouths once again lingered without touching. His loud, heavy breathing went from her ears to her sex. It palpitated; she gave in.

"We can have two."

She reached for the bulge in Darren's jeans, but he stopped her. "No, I'm supposed to be making YOU feel good."

He bit the spot behind her ear then nipped at her lobe. Jeanie’s moan mixed with a laugh as she hung her head back to expose the rest of her neck. Darren’s love bites traveled down her throat the same time he unzipped her dress and tugged it completely off.

There was a sharp intake of breath when his wife’s body was exposed to the ocean breeze that filled the air. Jeanie leaned to grip the other side of the counter where sat. Darren pulled her bra straps down one at a time, his kisses followed the same path along each arm. Her free hand pushed Darren's head between her tits.

He only lingered there for a moment before he spun her sideways and laid her down along the bar. He let his tongue trace up from her cleavage to her neck again and pushed deep inside of her mouth.

Darren's hand had been flat on Jeanie's stomach. All the while his lips went upwards, the palm of his hand went down until his fingers grabbed at her cunt through her panties. They rubbed two, three at a time swiftly over them. Easily teased Jeanie wet as he made a repetitive tapping motion where her clit was under the cotton.

Jeanie's back lifted off the bar. She moaned loudly into Darren's mouth while fighting off his tongue with her own. He stretched her arms above her head and pinned them together at the wrist. His fingers working her clit over her panties now optioned to actually plummet inside of her slit.

Her hips twisted as Darren continued to plunge his fingers in and out. The middle one flicked over her clit and the hood that covered it. Then they shifted to a hook motion further in before his finger circled with a fury.

Jeanie found herself fucking Darren's hand. Her lower half untamed as she rocked forward and back into his fingers. Her gyrations and his and their tongues found a back and forth motion. Her nails curled around the hand that held her at bay.

He broke the kiss to focus on how fast his fingers flew in and out of her. Jeanie was writhing, her body somehow also relaxing into what he was doing. Everything stopped moving except Darren's two fingers as they concentrated solely on working her clit. He alternated at a speed of agonizingly slow which built to rapid.

She felt it. That spiraling heat that starts in her stomach and spreads like her legs were. The convulsion that made her appear possessed as her cunt grew slicker and throbbed. It constricted as Jeanie rolled herself in a body-shuddering orgasm.

An orgasm that Darren and his fingers’ motions rode out until she bent and stretched a few times and screamed out his name. Smug satisfaction on those pillowy lips. He raised an eyebrow while looking down; Jeanie dared to stare back as she came down from her high.

Darren bent to kiss his wife who shuddered involuntarily. She moved to get up, but despite releasing her from his grip, he still held Jeanie in place. His fingers were still slick with her.

“I told ye sweetheart, I'm supposed t’be making ye feel good.”

“Dazz,” Jeanie's mouth was dry, “You made me cum three times. I'm gold.” She smiled lazily at him.

“Ye could cum three more times,” his mouth turned down as his eyebrows lifted up. As if he was challenging her.

“It's been a rather long while. With work and Maeve and you and Tommy in Phuket for a few weeks.” Jeanie turned out her bottom lip, “You were working right?”

Darren sighed through his nose, “C’mon Red, ye know we were. Ye do so much around here when I'm gone.”

He stood at the end of the bar and yanked Jeanie by the calves towards him. He situated them on either shoulder after removing her panties completely.

“Ye run the tiki bar.”

He ran his nose from her knee down her inner thigh towards her cunt. He lost it briefly inside her pubic hair. Darren's finger and thumb separated her so he could sweep his tongue over Jeanie's clit.

Her hips jolted in reflex, but her husband ignored them. His lips now the ones to brush the length of her other thigh back up to that knee.

“AND ye take care of our daughter.”

Darren leaned forward so that Jeanie's knees bent back. His tongue flat like his palm earlier pushed along her pelvis towards her navel where he dipped just the tip of it.

Now his arms snaked under Jeanie's thighs and around so that he had that same access with his hands. To spread her slit and her thighs at the same time.

Both sets of Jeanie's nails twisted and pulled Darren's hair to hold his head in place. It didn't stop him from looking up at her just as his tongue dove inside of her cunt the way his fingers had.

She locked her ankles and her eyes with Darren. Then pushed his face back down so that he was buried in her cunt.

“Fuck me,” Jeanie struggled to find her voice.

“What?” Darren mumbled into her. His tongue lapped at her while he used his nose to caress her clit.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth,” she demanded now.

Her grip on his hair led to Jeanie pushing Darren's head back and forth. She thrust her pelvis off the bar and down so that his tongue and mouth found their pace.

He alternated from flicking his tongue in and out like a snake and suctioning his lips to her. He relished the way she undulated into his mouth. He went back to taking long swipes the entire length of her cunt that ended in successive swirls and savored the taste.

Darren knew that drove Jeanie crazy. That he loved when she came on him. That he triggered the release of it just enough with the pattern of tongue, fingertips and lips. He would taste it for a day, secretly not bothering to rinse himself out after. So his wife was left to indulge in it herself.

Sometimes, out of curiosity, she urged him to try writing the alphabet with the end of his tongue. Like now she rolled and tried to catch him in her thighs when he hit the letter G. Over and over S, Z, M.

“FASTER!” Jeanie screamed. Darren laughed and held her steady. This was the point where her words were compulsory, uninhibited. “I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!” Her face flushed as she contorted wantonly.

Darren stopped abruptly only to glance up at her and snort. His heavy breathing edged her along. "Dirty bitch," he exhaled.

Then he was on her again. His jaw ached but it was the least he could do. For making him new and giving him a second chance. One body shaking orgasm like the one that burst through Jeanie now. Two. Three. They would never come close to how she took care of him the last two years.

Darren stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his lips before sucking on his thumb briefly. To relish what she left behind before stroking her thighs.

“Alright now, love? Told ye I’d make ye feel good didn't I?”

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myfairgunslinger · 4 years

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Title: Red Dead Revenge: Kiss of Death [Part 4]

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OC x John Marston

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Cursing, Brief Nudity

Summary: Arthur is back and feels Miss Milley needs a distraction. Time to go to the thriving town of Armadillo!

A/N: Hey guys! Back with a brand new chapter that took a while to form, but I'm glad with how it came out. Hope you enjoy!

Italics means flashback!

Chapter 4: Family Heirlooms

Maeve was standing in the drizzling rain waiting for Arthur to get closer to the camp. He looked like he was carrying a bag and a rifle. As he approached her, he was surprised to see her up, "Miss Milley, good see you walkin' around. I have a couple things here for you."

Maeve went over to help him but he only gave Maeve her rifle, letting her hold it. She couldn't believe she had this gun back in her hands again, "Wh--"

Arthur cut in, "I went back to your house. Got you some clothes and a couple things you might need," she was still staring at the rifle, gripping it as he tried to read her. From the way her shoulders were tense Arthur thought it would be a good idea to get her alone, "Can we talk in my tent?"

Her head snapped up, showing her watery eyes while nodding, "Yeah," she managed to get out. After they got to his tent, Maeve was given the bag, "You can go through your things with out anyone lookin' in," he explained, "Go on and sit," he pointed at his cot. Maeve did as he said then opened up the bag pulling out her brush first, then a shirt, then a can of strawberries.

While pulling out the different items, Arthur reached in to his pocket to hold the gold earrings he picked off Darren, "Maeve," he said softly to get her attention. She was holding a can of fruit when seeing the jewelry. Last time she saw those, they were dangling on her mother's ears the morning she left for work.

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Maeve had come downstairs getting ready to go on her walk to the saloon. She peeked into the kitchen to see her mother in a light blue striped shirt with a blue Constance skirt. Her hair was up in a bun while the earrings dangled on the sides of her face, "Leavin' already? I made breakfast for us," Cecilia said referring to Maeve, herself and a prospector who was making himself at home.

Maeve observed the stranger for a moment then whispered, "Mama, you're feeding another stray?"

"Oh Mae, the man was hungry. You know how it exhausting it can be to dig for gold," her mother said popping open a glass bottle to sip from. Maeve reached out to hold the glass for a moment so her mother would look her in the eyes instead of drinking, "Mama, please. You know I don't like leaving you hear by yourself and you know why?"

"Hmm? Why?"

Maeve gently took the bottle from Cecilia, "Because you invite complete strangers into our home with good intentions like feedin'. And that's very sweet of you, Mama, it is, but it's also gettin' dangerous to do that. I saw three different wanted signs get hung up at the post office the other day. Now I don't wanna leave you alone with this strange man...no offense," she apologized to the prospector who replied with in a higher pitched voice, "None taken!"

"Where's papa?"

Cecilia smiled softly at her daughter then held her cheek with her hand, "You don't need to worry about me, my sweet. That's my job. I do that all day when you're washin' the dirty folk."

"Yes, well bullets and strawberries don't grow on trees, Mama. Well, strawberries grow on bushes but I'm not about to plant any. Where's pa?" Maeve asked again. Cecilia nodded to the stairs, "Upstairs. Sleeping in from a...long night."

Maeve stared at her mother hoping that wasn't what she thought it meant, their clock had struck nine and Maeve sighed out, "I'm running late. Okay, go wake up Daddy please. Tell him I didn't want you down here alone and tell him we are having a Talk when I get home."

Cecilia was heading to the stairs, "Yes, mama!" Maeve rolled her eyes at her mother while heading to the door. She took one last look at the man in the kitchen, sure this man may be harmless, but one day they might not be so lucky. _____________________________________________________________

"I saw everything there," Maeve was taken out of her thoughts by Arthur, she looked up at him being silent now holding the earrings in the cup of her hand, "I'm really sorry for what happened. Those men, having to see all of that...to go through it all," he was gazing off a bit seeing his own past hardships. "I saw your parents, just know that they're buried now. I didn't want to leave them there like how they were."

It was that, those words that started to make Maeve cry while clasping her hand shut. She sniffled, bringing her closed hand to her heart. Arthur went to sit next to her on the cot then reached into the bag to find the frame picture he brought back for her, the one of her family. Maeve immediately grabbed the picture holding it close to her chest and cried out louder.

"There, there," he wrapped his arms around her shaking body and she let him embrace her. Maeve just had to let it all out, she cried so hard that it was draining her energy. Arthur must have held on to her for a long time because even after she had passed out in tears, his arms were still around her, giving her soft pats on Maeve's back. His voice saying soothing things, "You're safe now. You're safe here."

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Maeve had woken up on the cot with Arthur's coat over her curled up body. She looked around to see Arthur was not here. As if he was a comforting dream that eased her to sleep. She got up having the coat around her shoulders, noticing her stuff was back in the bag, while looking at his side table. There was a picture of an older woman, must have been his mother. Next to the picture was a small flower in a tiny jar. Maeve reached out to pick it up to inspect it closely, she smiled softly at it before setting it back down. The thought of Arthur being this big man, carries around a tiny flower with him.

She continued to search his tent for more small details about him. Apart from a newspaper clipping or two, Maeve saw the book she gave to Arthur the night they met. He had marked his place in the book with a long stemmed flower that had smaller buds branching off. Arthur was still in the beginning, which was understandable. The man was a busy one. She then came across a small book that was bound in leather, open yes, but was laying face down on the table.

Maeve picked it up, flipping it to where she was met with a drawing of a sleeping figure. She was expecting to read words, the more Maeve looked at it the more she realized it was of herself. It was a rough sketch but it was the darkness of her hair and thinness of her lips that gave it away. He was good. Maeve was about to turn the page back but her ears picked up on approaching footsteps. She quickly set the journal back down on the table where she found it then grabbed a hold of a can of strawberries.

Arthur came in holding two bowls of stew, "Mornin'..." he thought she'd be asleep still. His eyes caught her holding the can, "Put that down. I got you an actual meal." Maeve shook her head, "I'm okay."

Arthur frowned with one corner of his mouth, "Susan tells me you've barely eaten. I need you to eat whatever the hell Pearson made cause I need ya today." She set the can of fruit down with a raised eyebrow, "What are we doing?" her voice sounded a bit raspy, needing some water. Arthur had her sit on the cot and gave her a bowl, he put a spoonful in his mouth.

"We're going into town. Need to pick up a few things and figured you should come with me. Being cooped up in this camp isn't what ya need," Maeve ate a spoonful when he told her, "Okay, do they have an inn?"

"Think so. Need a bath?" he asked looking over at her. She nodded softly, "We'll get you one. Maybe brand new clothes too."

"You just got me some of mine," Maeve poked at a chunk of meat in the stew with a spoon.

"Yeah, but you need--quit that. You need a coat when winter comes and please it's my treat," Arthur wanted to get her away. If she sat her around camp all day her mind would go back to dark places. "Alright." They finished eating up then went out to the horses. Arthur mounted his as Maeve took out an apple to feed Liability before climbing on the horse herself. When Maeve was on the back of her mare she glanced over to see John looking at her while he was helping Javier move some hay.

"Miss?" Arthur called for her and Maeve went with him to start their ride into town. They talked quite a bit on the sunny road to Armadillo. He asked about her horse, what her name was, when she got her, the essentials when having a conversation of horses, "Seems like you can always count on your mare no matter what."

Maeve scratched the back of Liability's ear, "This old lady hasn't let me down. She still amazes me. Tell me more about Boadicea. She's beautiful."

Arthur smirked while patting her softly, "What can I say? She's the best horse a man can ask for. She even does this trick, watch," Arthur pulled to the side of the road where a desert sage was growing. He sucked the air between his teeth to make a clicking noise. Boadicea lowered her head to bite the roots of the flower, then pulled it out of the ground. With a turn of her head, Boadicea was able to give Arthur the sage to which he plucked out of her mouth, "That's a good girl," he took out a peach to feed the mare. Maeve smiled at him, "That's a neat trick."

Arthur broke off the stringy roots of the flower to toss it over to the girl. She caught it, "Boadicea is neat like that." Maeve brought the flower to her nose to have a sniff, "Beautiful," she placed it behind her ear as Arthur stared, "Yeah...sure is."

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The town of Armadillo was rather decent. Sure a tumbleweed may have blown across the road, but people still inhabited it. Making from shops, to the doctor, all the way to the saloon. No one would pay any mind to the two strangers that came to this desert town. Arthur hitched Boadicea to a post as Maeve did the same with her mare. She turned around to see they were in front of a doctor's office, "Go on and have a look around out here. I have go in to get some supplies. Oh and here," he took out the money he collected from her room to place it in her hands, "That's yours in case you see anything you like and I'm not around. Don't go too far." Maeve made a soft nod as he entered the office. She looked in the window of a gun store then decided to check it out.

When walking in the man behind the counter was surprised to see a lady came in here, "Oh doctor's is next door, Miss." The corner of her mouth raised, "I know where I am, sir. Thank you," she went over to the shelves that was stocked with rifle rounds. Maeve picked up a couple boxes to inspect if they were the ones she got back in Blackwater, they were. She approached the counter to set them down then saw a hunting knife on display. Maeve plucked it from it's spot to add to her bullets. The gunsmith made a nervous smile, "You and the husband goin' huntin'?"

Maeve stared at him with cool, dark eyes, "Something like that. And I ain't married." The gunsmith's mouth opened, "Oh...my mistake. Lovely lady like you, thought you'd be married."

"No--" He kept going on, "Maybe have a couple kids, but maybe not cause your hips are kinda narrow for--"

She raised up her left hand in irritation to show him her ring finger, "Well, you thought wrong! Now can I please buy these bullets and knife so I can go shoot birds and skin 'em." Maeve's eyes flashed hints of rising anguish, "That'll be seven dollars."

Maeve took out the cash to slap on the counter as he spoke, "Oh the bullets go in the side when you pull back on--"

"I know how a fucking gun works!" Maeve shouted before walking out of the store just as Arthur came up behind her, "You good?"

Maeve let out a frustrated sign, "Yeah. Real dummies here," stashing the bullets and knife in her satchel. Arthur placed his hand on the top of her back, making the gentlest of touches to have her go in the right direction, "The General Store is this way."

As they crossed the road, Maeve winced her eyes from how the sun was blinding her. Arthur noticed, he plucked off his hat and placed it on her head, "Hey!--"

"Don't worry, I don't got lice. You should know, you bathed me," Maeve felt a blush on her cheeks, "Yeah, a couple days ago!" The sun was at least out of her eyes. Arthur just chuckled as they walked into the shop. The first shelf Maeve approached was the one that had chocolate on it. She picked up a bar, at times the girl had a bit of a sweet tooth. She then took a pack of cigarettes for later.

"What do you have for clothing? Any coats?" Arthur asked while grabbing a pack of cigarettes as well. The cashier tilted his head to a rack, "No coats in for the season. I got a few things in stock." Maeve went up to it having a gander through the selection. The only stand out clothes she saw was a pink prairie skirt, a pink button up work shirt, and a red blouse with laces in the front. There were a couple neck ties laying about so Maeve grabbed the pink, black, yellow and green ones.

As she walked into the dressing room, Arthur approached the rack and found a nice yellow dress. Maeve had came out of the dressing room wearing her old clothes and his hat, "They fit fine," she said with a tired look to her. He smiled softly as he went to go pay for everything, "Let's get you that bath."

While crossing across the main road, Arthur handed her a brown bag that had the yellow dress, "Here, I got this for you." Maeve opened the bag to take a peak, "Yellow?" "Do you not like that color?" Arthur asked, regretting that he bought it, "No...I just don't wear it often. I like the color," she reassured him as they entered the saloon. He placed a couple dollars on the bar counter, "Need a bath for the lady, a whiskey for me, and a room for few hours."

The bartender took the money and opened up a bottle for Arthur, "Ah the honeymoon package. Upstairs, sweetheart. Left door. The right is your room," he said with a gruff voice, yet was oddly happy for them, "First time?" he asked with a smile. Arthur rolled his eyes at the man before taking a sip of his drink, clearly needing it.

Maeve stripped out of her clothes and was left in her bandages. She took off the one that was on her chest from the cut Mike Bollard gave her during his torment. It was scabbed up, healing, but Maeve knew it was gonna be a scar along with the other wound she received. The pain was still there for that, but here she was still standing. She took of the bandaged then sat inside the tub. It felt odd, usually she was on the other side of the porcelain.

She sat in the warm water for a while after scrubbing herself. All the dirt she's collected since being in this desert was washed off her skin. Her eyes were heavy as the heat from the steam soothed Maeve's body. After a while Maeve got out to wrap a towel around herself, she peaked out the door to see no one was upstairs so she hurried across to her room where the girl could get dressed in peace.

When she shut the door, Maeve went over to the clothes that she laid out on the bed before bathing. She was gonna wear the red blouse with her skirt and a pink necktie. Maybe even wear her mother's earrings. Right when she was about to drop her towel, there was the noise of a throat being cleared startling the girl, "What the hell, Arthur?"

"Sorry, wasn't tryin' to be inappropriate. I did have a reason for coming up," he took out fresh bandages he picked up from the doctor's, "Might want clean ones on." Maeve stared at him, nodding, "Good idea, can you--?"

"Yeah," Arthur answered her unasked question, "Just..uh.." how was he going to wrap this around her with the towel being the only thing to cover herself. He was flustered from wanting to look at her body so he can wrap the gnaze but he didn't want to look at her out of respect and privacy. Maeve saw the turmoil on his face, was he having a more trouble with this than her? She realizes it had to end by dropping the towel to be around her waist while using her arm to cover the flesh on her bosoms, "Better?" she asked.

Arthur glared at her eyes for a moment, cheeks blushing as he wrapped her up. Maeve couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, "You're enjoying this?" Arthur questioned, pulling the cloth a bit tighter. Maeve shrugged, "You flustered? A little. But I don't know why you're embarrassed. I'm the one that's naked?"

He finished up and she raised the towel back up over her chest, "Let's just call us even when it comes to 'knowin' each other' alright? Get dressed. I'll buy you a drink." Maeve got her brush, starting to comb her thick, dark locks as Arthur left. His heart had to slow down because it was pounding hard during that. She may have looked like another pretty girl, bound to break his heart but Miss Milley was something different and he could see it. While more than anything he'd like to pursue this blooming infatuation with her, however, Arthur knew she was in no way ready for such a thing. Who would be after the past week? And there was something else in the way, or someone he suspected was a wrench in things. John.

After putting on her clothes, Maeve came downstairs to see Arthur leaning on the bar. She was all clean now, in new clothes, no longer looking like she was a victim of torment. While she was starting to look like her old self; happy girl with a chip on her shoulder, Maeve wasn't and there was no way she ever would be again.

"You look lovely," he complimented her while handing off a shot of whiskey. The earrings looked gorgeous on her. Maeve took it while placing his hat on his head, "Thank you, Arthur. I don't mean just for the drink," she said looking down at the glass, "And not just for the clothes or trip to town either," her eyes peered up to him as her face was serious, "Thank you for helping me when you did...for going back to get a few small things--"

"Look Miss, you--" Arthur tried to stop her. He didn't feel he deserved gratitude from her when he was just doing what he thought was right.

"I'm not finished!" Maeve blurted out as her fingers spread apart from reacting so sudden. Arthur let her continue, but Maeve took her shot to get out the next words, "For buryin' my ma and pa...I don't think--" her eyes were glossed, "No...I know I wouldn't be able to do it if I went back."

Maeve fell silent, so Arthur placed a hand on her shoulder. His eye briefly glanced at her chest, seeing the cut there. He took in a breath to say, "You don't have to thank me... I know it's hard right now, I was you once and I was lucky to have people get me through it when I did. So I'm here for you," he gave her a comforting squeeze on her shoulder with his hand before pulling back, "I do have one thing to ask you?"

"What?" Maeve set the small glass on the bar not really looking at him as he spoke, "Do you plan on going back?" She gave him a soft shake of her head, stating a no, "It's not my home if my home ain't there," she's only lived in two houses, moved from Saint Denis to Blackwater which is never an easy trip, but that didn't matter because Maeve had one home with her family. That yellow house far off from the town she used to live in was nothing but a place that held memories of loss and pain.

Her words made sense to Arthur, "Well, you can stay with us. Dutch he--have you actually met him or Hosea?" Maeve shook her head as he continued, "I spoke to them and they said you are welcomed to stay with us, so long as you do some things like help Mrs. Grimshaw around camp with chores or whatever you're comfortable with." Maeve stared at Arthur while listening to him, it made her feel relaxed when he spoke, "The only thing they wanna know is if those men are gonna come lookin' for you because if they are we need to think of a plan to keep you and everyone safe. Don't know if you've noticed but there is a child there too."

Her mouth instinctively twitched down to make a frown, You mean John's son...or not? Don't remind me. "I'm aware of the child," Maeve started, "But I really don't think there's nothing to worry about. The men that robbed us, they were twins and I guess a bunch of their buddies that were hired out by some rich guy my Pa owed money too. They took everything from us and left."

"Who's they, Maeve?" he asked wanting more details. She looked at him, "The Twins and one of their friends. They rode off after collecting these gold bars Pa kept locked away. Leaving behind their other three friends. I shot one dead, shot another but he got me when I came across you." "Yeah and I got him and the other one," he then looked ahead at the bottles of whiskey on the shelves, "Okay, I ran into a few more of 'em when I went back. They were lookin' for the dead ones. Killed two of them, one ran off."

Maeve's eyes lit up, "Did any two of them look the same?"

He shook his head, "I don't think so. One was called Joshua," she let out an angered grunt, "That ain't him!"

Arthur was startled by her reaction, "Who's name did you wanna hear then, Miss?"

"Mike...or Phil...I'd take a Bob too," Maeve called for the bartender to come over then took out five dollars, "You see this glass empty tonight, you fill it up. Understood?" he refilled her glass as well as Arthur's, pocketing the money, "Yes ma'am," he looked to Arthur, "Feisty."

Maeve threw back the shot down her throat when Arthur said, "You got no idea," then joined her in drinking his. The piano started playing fast as the day turned to night and the bartender stuck to her word, every time Maeve slammed the bottom of the glass to the counter, he just filled it right back up. They must have been eight shots in when Maeve hissed out, still not used to the burn of the liquor. She didn't drink too often, usually Maeve had to be the one to take care of her drunk parents. Arthur, however, was numb to the burn from years of doing indulging, building a tolerance.

"Yak!" Maeve blurted out making Arthur chuckle, "Have another one, I think it will help the burn."

"Noooo!" she shook her head turning around to lean her back on the counter while looking around the bar. A sudden dizziness hit her, her vision was seeing double, "Gee Arthur, didn't know you had a twin."

"I don't--"

"Introduce us!" Maeve placed a hand on his face while leaning against him. She giggled out as one hand caught her waist and the other was placed over her hand, "I think you've had enough, Miss Milley."

Maeve rolled her eyes, "Says you. Hey!" she called out at the bartender, "We need more here!"

Arthur moved his hand to her shoulders so he could guide her upstairs. He waved off the bartender, "Nah! We're good. Let's go get you some shut eye." As he made her walk forward Maeve started to frail her arms and legs about as if dancing to the music that was playing, "Yeah, yeah, dance upstairs."

When they got in the room Arthur let go of Maeve in the direction of the bed, "Just lay down and get some rest. I'll take ya back to camp in the mornin'," his back was to her while shutting the door. He wiped the sweat off his brow then turned to see Maeve there. She grabbed his hands with hers and pulled him more to the center of the room,

"Dance with me," Maeve swung their arms in a drunk fashion which had him scoff a laugh, "Do you know how?"

"Can't you tell?" She bit her bottom lip while looking at him. Arthur moved their hands to where hers were on his shoulders while placing his on her sides, slowly swaying together in a circle. He then dipped her down to which Maeve leaned back, letting out am excited cheer, "All right!" The man brought her up smirking at her, he then let her go to sit on the chair against the wall.

Maeve went to sit on the edge of the bed while looking over at him, "Arthur?"

"Yes?"

"Why did ya draw me?" Maeve went to loosen her neck tie since it made her sweaty. The man had a soft blush but he wasn't flustered as he had been earlier, "You saw that, well I just like to draw things that happen in my day. Sometimes I write it out, sometimes I draw."

"Can I see it?" Maeve asked a little eager. Arthur shook his head, "No. Those are my private thoughts." She stuck her tongue out at him, childishly to which he responded the same way, "I'm gonna look in it one day," she said, raising her hands up when hearing a familiar song play on the piano downstairs. Her hands were positioned as if they were going to begin playing the keys.

"You play piano?" Arthur watched her fingers move in sync with the music, "Used to...almost everyday when I lived in Saint Denis. Then when I was in Blackwater the days became farther in between."

"You've lived in Blackwater a while then," he said earning a nod, "Meet any interestin' folk?" Maeve glanced at him, "Yeah, you." Arthur was flattered, but he needed answers, "Besides me."

While being as drunk as she was, Maeve was aware of how she had to answer that, "Blackwater was filled with a bunch of boring people that stayed there. Only interesting people were vagabonds and moonshiners that passed on through."

Arthur observed her then dropped the subject. She was way too drunk for this and he was too tired. He leaned back against the chair while putting his hat over his face, "Get some rest Miss Milley. God knows you deserve it."

Maeve dropped her hands after a moment when the song stopped. The girl laid down on the bed looking at the wooden ceiling of the room. There it was again, the crippling feeling of isolation that Arthur had been trying to fight off for her all day. That night, unwelcomed, replayed in her head again. The blood, the screams, the gunshots all of it flooded back into her mind along with all the torture the Bollards put her through. Seeing their faces, hearing their voices.

She wasn't doing this. Not again. Maeve sat up in the bed then got off the bed in one quick motion. She practically stumbled out of the room which woke up Arthur after the door swung open, "Maeve?"

Tears were rolling down her face as she exits the saloon. She stood on the porch for a moment trying to figure out where to go but hearing Arthur call out for her pushed her feet to move across the road to the train station.

Walking in, Maeve tripped over a body of a man that was laying down, "Ow! Watch it! Can't you see I'm tryin' to sleep?"

"No...I didn't... who in Sam Hell sleeps on the floor of a train station in front of the door!?" She yelled at him. Maeve kept moving to leave through the back where people wait for the train. There was no one out here at first glance. She sat down on a bench holding her head while hearing Arthur call out for her.

The pounding against her skull was making it feel as if it would explode, Maeve made a soft grunt while rubbing her temples. The girl was completely distracted when a man had approached her with a gun. He cleared his throat to which Maeve stared up at him. The man had dirty red hair, with a nasty kept beard wearing a riverboat hat and finger-less gloves. He looked like a pauper which only added to why he was looking to rob Miss Milley.

"Evening Miss, I think you know what this is," he nodded to his small revolver, "And I think you know what I want," he nodded to her, "So if we make this as quickly and quietly as possible we can go about our ways and be just fine."

Maeve stared at the man, "Fuck you," her voice was venomous.

"I beg your pardon?" The robber was surprised in her profanity. "You heard me, gingy! I said fuck you. I'll say it again! Fuck you!" She stood up getting closer to him. He raised the gun to be aimed at her head, "Now, now don't make me shoot you. I have no problem killin' a woman!"

Maeve gave him a dangerous smirk, "Then do it! What do you want? My money? Will that get you through whatever?" She took out the money, throwing it at him, "Take it and leave!"

He still had his gun up when catching the money. The robber's eyes were on those pieces of gold dangling from her ears, "Your jewelry too." Maeve gave him a hard, scorching glare, "No." His thumb pulled back the hammer of the gun, "Yes."

"I'm not giving these to you. They're family heirlooms."

"That makes them more expensive. Give them to me now," he put the gun against her forehead, backing her up against the wall of the train station.

"Fuck yourself," she hissed, "You'll have to take these off my cold, dead body," her hand reached into her satchel while her eyes stared at him, keeping him distracted from her hand as it wrapped around the handle of her newly purchased knife. "That can be arranged."

She took in a deep breath, getting ready to strike out like a cornered animal when she saw the end of a sawn-off double barrel shotgun poke the side of her robber's head, "Only arrangements I see here is for your funeral," Maeve recognized the voice and her heart was pounding, not out of love, but anger, "What the hell are you doing here John!?"

"What's it look like?" he glanced at her, not surprised she was unhappy to see him despite the circumstances. "Looks like you followed me and Arthur into town, uninvited!" her lips tightened.

"Yeah, guess I'm good at showing up to places uninvited," he said to her. The robber was confused in all of this, "Hey! I still have a gun here!"

"Oh I'm aware. You're gonna put it down and let the girl go," Maeve rolled her eyes, "I don't need you to save me, John!" He scoffed. She was unbelievable, "Right and you weren't gettin' robbed or about to get shot."

"I don't wanna be saved!" She ripped the knife out of her satchel as her hand pushed the robber's arm to the side. He wasn't expecting that and pulled the trigger to the gun, shooting a hole in the wall. There wasn't a lot of time to act between the gunshot and Maeve jabbing the knife right between his rib cage, not once but twice before letting go. He backed away as the knife stuck out of him in absolute panic.

John then stepped forward to smack the end of his gun in the robber's face before he collapsed to the ground. Maeve looked over the body, feeling a strange satisfaction in seeing the lifelessness of a man that wanted to harm her, steal the last bit of her family away from her. She got down to take her money back from his pockets and pulled her knife out causing a pool of blood to form.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" John watched her stand back up. She walked up to him, "What's the matter with me? What about you? What are you doin' here?" Maeve wiped the blood off the knife using a handkerchief from her pocket. John put away his gun while saying, "Didn't see you come back after dark. Wondered if you were coming back or went home."

"Blackwater is the other direction, ya know," the knife went back into her satchel while staring at him, "And Hosea mentioned how he asked Arthur to come to town for supplies."

"Aww...you worried. How uncharacteristic of you," her eyes winced at him before walking around the train station to get away from John, "Mae!"

"Go home!" Maeve said rounding the corner to see Arthur slowing down. He had ran over here after the gun shot went off fearing something happened to the girl, but she was alive and well...and with John who walked up behind Maeve.

"Arthur--"

"Well...looks like you two do know each other after all," he said glaring at them both, "And lied about it." Maeve shut her eyes, dreading the hole she had dug herself in with John.

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Title: Red Dead Revenge: Kiss of Death [Part 3]

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OC x John Marston

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Cursing

Summary: After Arthur saves a woman's life he takes her back to the Vanderlinde Gang where she can get the help she needs while he runs a couple errands.

A/N: Hey guys I’m back with another chapter, a little shorter than the others. Don’t got too much to say other than hope you’re all doing okay! And enjoy!

Chapter 3: While You Were Sleeping

Two Days Ago

John had been sitting around the campfire with Javier, chatting as the other man strummed his guitar. Ever since he came back everyone here has been either giving him dirty looks or not really speaking to him, especially Arthur. It felt like he down right hated him with every bump with his shoulder that was made when walking by, calling him names or throwing insults in every direction to John. It wasn't long until John heard Arthur riding back in and calling out for help from Mrs. Grimshaw.

He got up to see what was happening and saw the man holding a woman in his arms, his heart had stopped when he saw her paled face that had mud on the side. Arthur set the woman down on the cot, lifting her bloodied shirt up to look at her gunshot. There was bunched up rags that were soaked, showing Arthur tried to stop the bleeding. Strauss was there next to him getting ready to clean up the sticky mess.

John's heart was beating fast as they worked on her. This couldn't be the same girl he knew in Blackwater, not his Maeve. She looked like she had been to hell and that Arthur pulled her out of the deepest of pits. John had to know. He stepped into the tent, eyes not leaving the girl, "Who is she?"

Arthur glared at him, "Why do you wanna know, Marston?" his tone was harsh. Mrs. Grimshaw pushed herself past John holding a rag and bucket of water. John backed away still staring at her then noticed there was a familiar bay colored horse next to Arthur's silverdapple fox trotter. He stayed around the tent until Arthur had came out, "Arthur-"

"What do you want?" the larger man said irritated by his presence, John held up a hand showing he wanted peace between the two along with some answers, "Where did you find the girl?"

"Met her in Blackwater, alright?" John's eyes were frozen, his voice uttering, "Blackwater."

Arthur stared at the man, "Bath maid, sweet girl. Don't know why she was gettin' shot at the way she was. Anyway, couldn't leave her," he took out a cigarette to light it up, eyeing John to figure out what was going on in his head, "You look as if you know her," he called out John.

"I--I don't. Never seen her. Just wonderin' why you brought a shot stranger to us and if we should worry," John managed to say. Arthur observed his brother inhaling the cigarette, he knew when he was lying. "Don't worry yourself, you can always run away again," Arthur spat before going over to Dutch's tent to let him know about the woman he brought to camp.

"Do you know who it was that wanted to kill her? Can't have anyone following her trail and starting trouble with us," Dutch said to Arthur. He had shook his head, "Didn't really get a good look when I shot 'em. Probably some small time gang lookin' to do a house robbery. Could ask her when she wakes up," Arthur mused as Dutch was busy loading his pipe with tobacco while coming up with an idea, "Wonder what it was they were lookin' for. Now you said there was no one else that came out of the house?"

Arthur shook his head and watched Dutch scratch his chin, "What are you thinkin'?"

"I'm thinking," he lit a match, "You go back there and collect, Miss..."

"Milley," Arthur helped with a name.

"Go collect some of Miss Milley's items. She's gonna need clothes and we can use the provisions--."

"And whatever money is layin' about, right? Just go raid the shot girl's house," Arthur said sarcastically. It didn't feel right to him. Dutch puffed on his pipe, "Arthur, what good is Miss Milley's stuff if it's not with Miss Milley?" He had a point, "All I'm asking is for you to go back there, get some of her stuff because I doubt she'll wanna go back, and maybe she'll be grateful enough to give us some of her things. You said she was sweet."

Arthur scoffed a laugh, "I guess. Alright, I'll stop over there when I get done with that stage coach robbery Bill and Mac are workin' on." He had walked back over to Susan who was cleaning the mud off Maeve.

"How she doin'?" He asked as Strauss washed his hands off in a bowl of water, "She will pull through. Just needs rest," the man said. Arthur looked over Maeve's rested face, admiring her pleasant features. He cleared his throat to say to Susan, "Make sure, she don't leave."

"That was never gonna happen," she looked up at him. Arthur gave a soft nod then headed towards Boadicea to mount her.

Over the next day while Maeve was unconscious, John took care of Liability. He would brush her off, feed her when he fed Old Boy. The mare would press her snout to the side of John's head, knocking off his hat which gave him a chuckle, "Always teasin' me... no doubt you're her horse."

Abigail walked by with a basket of laundry, "What are you doin' with that horse?" she stopped in her tracks watching John pet Liability. He looked over at the woman, "Someone's gotta take care of it."

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, "You're such a sucker to horses," she then started to walk off back to camp. John didn't know how he was going to tell Abigail about Maeve. Ever since he got back, he didn't discuss what he did while he was away for that year, especially not to Abigail. While he thought about wanting to make things right with his 'wife', every time he tried Abigail would say something nasty or he'd do something stupid in her eyes. Then there was confused little Jack who didn't understand why the man he believed to be his father was acting so distant. The whole reason John left his family was he couldn't cope with fatherhood with the doubtful thoughts that Jack wasn't even his son lingering in his mind.

He was as Maeve said. Lost.

Maeve. John thought of her plenty after leaving her in Blackwater. A small smile came to his lips thinking of all the conversations they had, staring at the stars all night with whatever alcohol they had, staying awake until the sun came up to reflect off Flat Iron Lake. While he never talked much about his life, John felt free when he was around Maeve. He could be whoever he wanted with her. Now that was all just a summer memory. John peaked into the tent she was in still seeing her unconscious. He didn't feel that freedom now when he looked at her. He felt scared, scared that Maeve was gonna die in her sleep or worse, wake up and see him.

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Riding up to the yellow house farthest from the town of Blackwater, Arthur observed the area. There was a wind mill off to the side and a small boat leaning against the front wall of the house. He got off Boadicea, walked up the dirt path to see that no one has come by since that night. Crows were picking at the dead bodies of Joe and Gus starting at their faces. As Arthur walked up the porch steps, the black birds flapped their feathers to fly away going Caw!

"Pipe down!" Arthur spat at the crows while walking into the house. First he saw a bollard hat with blood on it, he was shortly met with the rotting body of Darren staring up at him, at least what was left of his head, "Yeeesh."

He looted his body to find revolver ammo and a pair of gold earrings, "Hello there..." Arthur looked around to see pools of blood on the floor that had drag marks leading to the back door. His eyes landed on a busted painting then followed to where it used to be, hung up on a wall to cover a now open and empty safe. His first theory was that someone had came along and stole whatever expensive items these Bollards were trying to rob. Second theory was there was more of them that had went a head with said expenses. Which begged another question, how long until someone noticed these gangsters were dead?

Arthur started to look at some of the photos that were in the living room. He picked one up, it was a formal family portrait with Everett on the right, Cecilia on the left and sitting between them was a younger Maeve. He put it in his satchel while recalling Maeve, mentioning her folks the night she left the saloon. Arthur followed the blood trail to the back door, opening it up and letting out a disgusted noise. He saw the corpses of the people in the photo, Maeve's folks, laying side by side.

The man frowned seeing their death blows, all he kept thinking of was how that poor girl at the camp now had to watch her world fall apart. Next to their corpses there was a hole that starting to be dug and a shovel that looked like it was thrown down. Arthur picked up the shovel and started to dig.

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As the sun started to set Arthur had patted the shovel on top of the dirt pile, he was done burying Mr. and Mrs. Milley. He managed to get some sticks and made crosses out of them to mark the graves. It wasn't much but he wouldn't feel right leaving them out for crows to eat.

He went back inside to, for lack of a better word, raid the kitchen. It wasn't fully stocked, but there were canned goods, most of the canned fruits were strawberries. Arthur took whatever her could carry then went upstairs to go find some clothes for Maeve. When he reached the top of the stairs he walked into the first room which was the larger of the two. He figured it's where her parents slept but it was a complete mess. The bed sheets were torn and tossed around on the floor. There was blood that stained the hard wood he stood on.

Arthur was feeling uncomfortable being in the room, feeling something horrible happened here, so he stepped back into the hall to go down to the last room. When entering he saw her room had some drawers pulled out and her wardrobe doors opened up, but other than that the room wasn't too messed up.

He went to the wardrobe and picked up a bag that was next to it then took out the first few things he saw which were shirts, pants, a few skirts, stuffing them in. Arthur found a hair brush that was on a night stand with a framed photo. He picked up the brush to collect it then inspected the picture.

It was of Maeve at the Tenth Annual Bird Shooting Contest. She had on that bright smile that he liked while holding a rifle. As he kept looking at the photo he noticed something on the side that was cut off, someone that was there. Part of a face of a man that was on his list of people he couldn't stand right now, "That's where you were," Arthur said to himself. He took out the photo from its frame and put it in his bag.

Just as he was about done here, he glanced out the window to see there were three men with Bollard hats on dismounting their horses. They were coming in from the back of the house where Arthur buried the Milleys. "Great," he got down next to the bed to stay hidden from their view, he then saw something shinny under the bed frame. He reached under to take out a box of rifle ammo that had some money bills stuffed in the box. When he reached under again, Arthur smirked at what he felt, he pulled out a bolt action rifle, "You have excellent taste Miss Milley."

Downstairs the men came in seeing the mess, "Boy, they sure had fun--Oh God! That's Darren!"

"Found Joe!" another one said at the front porch then saw the other dead body in the yard, "And I'm pretty sure that's Gus...can't tell cause his face is gone."

"Shit!" the third man said, it was Bob. He was glad he left when he did, "Twins are gonna be pissed."

"Maybe they shouldn't have left Darren in charge of killing off this family, cause from the looks of it someone got the upper hand," one of them said. Bob assumed it was Everett, watching his wife die along with whatever Darren did to his daughter must have broke him which was surprising considering how much of a coward Bob thought he was.

"Let's get back to Saint Denis," Bob started to go to his horse. The man that he was talking to started to follow, "What? You don't think Everett Milley is lookin' for us do ya?"

"No, but I don't think we should be 'round these parts," truth was if Everett was a broken man who knows what he was capable of. Getting revenge would be on Bob's list of things to do if he was in his shoes, "Joshua!" Bob called out for the last man, "Let's go!"

Joshua went into the house so he could go through the back door to meet up with the others. As he went by the stairs, a rifle went off from the top of the stairs, shooting Joshua in the chest. His body fell down as he coughed, looking up at Arthur as the barrel of the rifle was placed right between his eyes.

BLAM!

The other two men outside panicked, but Bob stayed on his horse while the other man ran back to the house, "To hell with this!" Bob whipped the reigns on his horse, getting out of there. Arthur rushed outside to shoot the man in the backyard, he aimed for the neck then pulled the trigger right when the man drew out his gun. As he fell, Arthur saw Bob on his horse hauling ass out of the area.

"Damn it!" he cursed himself going back to his horse. As he trotted down the rode he saw a couple of gold diggers walking along the side, "Howdy Mister!" One of them called out.

"Oh hey there partner, how you been since that wolf attack?" Arthur asked him.

The gold digger patted his own arm cheerfully, "Doin' great! Say, did you ever go through with that 'tip' I gave you about the stableman?"

Arthur shook his head, "Nah, some other bastards beat me to it. Y'all stay safe now," he then pulled at the horse reigns to get going back to camp.

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Now

It was late in the night as Maeve looked up to watch the stars, searching for all the constellations she remembers learning about in school. Mrs. Grimshaw attempted to feed her stew, but the girl didn't want any

"You have to eat something. I can see your bones."

"No, thank you!" Maeve rejected to go sit outside of camp. Susan walked by John who was watching them. She said to him, "Will you try talking some sense in her? She hasn't had any food since being here."

"What makes you think she'd listen to me?" John asked her. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Think I haven't noticed you two looking at each other?" his breath was still as Susan says, "Now's your chance to get friendly with the new girl."

"Uh...what about Abigail?" Susan rolled her eyes, "Oh John, I'm not asking you to sleep with her, just make sure she eats or there will be hell to pay!" She walked off to go check on the others. John watched the back of Maeve's head before sighing out, She already hates me. He took a gander at what Pearson had to offer on the food wagon and he smirked when seeing a particular canned fruit. He plucked it off the wagon then went over go stand behind her.

John cleared his throat and she turned her head slightly, keeping her face forward while knowing who was there, "What?"

"Can I join you?"

"No!" Maeve said not even glancing at him. John sat next to her anyway and she let out an irritated grunt, "What is your problem?" she asked him.

John shook his head, "I don't got one."

"Ya kinda do? One minute you don't know me, the next you're beggin' me to help lie for you, then you're over here sitting with me. Just--" her voice broke as it fell to silence, "What do you want from me?" She stared at him with those big brown eyes.

There were a lot of answers to that question for John, but the one thing on his mind? Forgiveness, for putting her though his cold shoulder to even hiding some important information about himself when they met. But that's not why he's here. He held out the can to her, "I want you eat something."

Maeve's eyes blinked to look at what was in his hand before blinking once more to look at him, "Come on, Mae. They're your favorite--," She snatched the can from him to open it up. As the lid peeled back the scent of strawberries invaded her nostrils. That was her favorite part of eating canned strawberries, that and the sweet syrup it made at the bottom. She plucked a berry out with her fingers, popping it in her mouth.

Out of the corner of her eyes she could John staring at her with a smirk. Damn him for knowing my greatest weakness. After popping a few more in her mouth John reached over to try and pluck one out. She slapped his hand away, "Back off, Marston!"

He had a chuckle stuck in his throat, "You know you can share those."

"Cold day in hell before I share these with you," Maeve told him before turning her attention back up to the sky. John joined her in observing them, it already was feeling like old times for him, "What you lookin' at?"

"Cepheus, he's that collection of stars," she extended out her arm to point at the bundle of stars that formed a constellation. John found it, nodding softly, "Who's he?"

The girl shrugged, "Some king that had a pretty daughter and a mouthy wife. They get their entire kingdom cursed with floods and a big monster will destroy everything unless, the king feeds this monster his daughter."

John stared at those stars wondering how anyone could come up with that, "That's sounds scary."

Maeve shrugged, "Yeah but then there's this hero that comes in. Perseus."

"Really? What's he do?" John wasn't looking at the stars anymore, he was getting lost in her. The way the night sky reflected off her dark orbs, the pale moon light washing over her skin.

"Ya know, hero stuff," she smirked, "Kill the monster, rescue the girl, save the day. All that happy shit."

John chuckled, "Where's his constellation at?" Maeve winced her eyes trying to find it, but her eyes were getting heavy, "Somewhere up there. I was looking for him, but my eyes are getting sore from squintin' so much." She put her head down, her mind clearly on other things. John could see that as guilt started to rise within him. Word had gotten to him about what happened to her, if he didn't feel like a horse's ass then, he did now, "Maeve?"

"What?"

"I...I'm glad you're here," Maeve chuckled as if it was a joke, "I doubt that."

"No, I really mean it, Maeve. I'm just sorry it was under these circumstances," her eyes were on him, biting her bottom as to not say something so rash at this time. Her eyes welled up as tears over flowed her lids, "I really wanted you to be that person I can go to when I had a problem or needed to talk about all this," she sniffled , "Like we used to."

John shut his eyes, "Maeve...Abigail and I, we're going through things. I want to try and get on her good side but if she sees me around you, she'll get the wrong idea. She can be pretty jealous and make anyone feel small."

"Sounds like a real keeper," Maeve's voice was laced in sarcasm, even with glossy eyes, "Go on and make fun, but I do want to try with her...but that also means you and I can't go back to the way we were."

She went to stand up, "John, I get you wanna do all that with Abigail...but I didn't want anything more than being a friend with you,” her hand raised up expressing how disappointed she was when it dropped to her side, “ I just wanted someone to help me with this." Maeve then started to walk off, "Mae," he turned back to see her, "Go to your wife, John."

The sad girl had passed by Abigail on the way back into camp, "Hey," the mother greeted and Maeve stared at her, "I didn't get a chance to introduce myself," her hand raised up to have a hand shake, "I'm Abigail."

"Um..." she struggled on how to react, "I'm Maeve," she reached out to shake the hand. John was on his way back when he saw them both talking, his heart started to pound. Abigail saw him while noticing Maeve's reddened eyes, "I see you met John, tell me what smart thing did he have to say?"

Maeve inhaled a breath, her head turning over to see the man she loved greatly at one time. She could tell all of the truth and ruin so much. But what would that do for her? "He was makin' sure I had something to eat. He's nice that way," she felt hallow as Abigail smirked, "John, nice? You clearly don't know him like I do."

Her eyes looked at the woman, "You're absolutely right about that," she made a nervous chuckle that quickly died as she stared at the mother. While she couldn't help feel pangs of jealousy towards the woman, it was in no way her fault. Abigail wasn't the one that lied to her. Still it wasn't a good idea for them to be friends, much less talk in risk of Maeve saying something she might regret, "Excuse me...I'm tired." Abigail gave a soft nod indicating she understood.

As Maeve went back to her bedroll she saw a light in the distance, getting closer through the darkness. Could it be who she really wanted to talk to? The light was coming closer when the sky began to drizzle a bit of rain. She recognized the frame of the man on the horse as a small smile formed upon her lips, "Arthur."

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