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Bucky pinning you down so you canât squirm and heâs just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = âŠ
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Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all đ”âđ«
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#đŻ anon#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader smut#dom!bucky#I think this might be one of my favourites that I've written recently#That last line has been my go - to fantasy this week#it's come into my head every morning when I'm walking to the train#and I planned to write an exploration of it today#but you know#I like it just left there like that for now#I've spent most of my free time trying to book a mid-week city break#but I don't know where to start#I got a new piercing this week and I love it!!#but I was in work on Friday talking about it#and our graphic designer asked how many piercings I had#so I told him I have 8. So 3 in each ear#and the expression on his face was just pure maths#he didnât question it lmao
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who in heartsteel would be willing to get matching piercings with reader đđ and if so, where? đïžđ
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[[Yes yes I have piercings I know licking them is bad but its sexy ok we close our eyes. Also I stopped writing NSFW like 10 years ago but this is tempting me to return..............deleted content in the comments.]]
â Heartsteel Matching Piercings â
Yone would get a tongue piercing with you. Sneaky smiles hidden under his cool collected exterior. Eyes narrowing, a smug smirk as he sticks his tongue out at you from across the room, the metal but a small teasing glimmer. No one else in Heartsteel knows about it. Just you. A very, interesting little secret between you two. In private Yone would also really like to delicately run his thumb across your lower lip, pulling it down just a little, voice low and soft as he asks you to stick out your tongue for him as he checks on how it is healing. Yone would then smile to himself as he looks at you and your matching piercing before pulling you in for a passionate kiss and enjoying the feeling of your piercing hitting his as your tongues intertwine.
Ezreal would get a naval piercing. He already has piercings all over his ears. But his tummy is sensitive and if you go with him. Run your hands up and down his abs. Ask nicely. Alright. He'll do it with you. A blush on his face as he gets a piercing with your colors while you get one with a green ball. He would pepper your tummy with little kisses, careful to avoid the freshly done piercing as his hands roam across your chest. Ezreal loves to see your exposed midriff as much as he likes showing off his to you, so the piercings were a nice way to add to that. When they heal? Ezreal is the kind to lick a trail up from the waist of your underwear to the piercing and lightly kiss it before giving you a smug laugh. He knows what he's doing.
Aphelios would get an eyebrow piercing over his right eye. Nothing too obvious. Only when you run your hands through his hair and lift up his bangs then you can see them. Two little metal balls neatly placed to mirror his eyebrow slit on the other brow. It's very cute. He is the kind to lovingly sneak soft kisses on your brow when you two were alone, so now with the piercings there, it kind of feels more special. Aphelios personally finding it nice to lightly run his fingers across the metal and gently touch them while he kisses you. Does he do it knowingly or unconsciously? You honestly still can't tell. The little trickster would also give you a knowing smirk as his runs His fingers through your hair, lightly tugging as he holds your hair up to inspect your piercings before he pulls you in for another kiss.
Sett would get an industrial on one ear and maybe a few helix piercings sprinkled in, however helix piercings work for his cute little ears. They would twitch expectantly as you gently help him care for it post piercing. Almost purring as you clean the piercings for him as your lightly rub and scratch the fur at the base as a treat. He would help you do the same, gently whispering how sexy you are with those piercings into your ears as his cleans them for you after a bath. Sett would also like lightly blowing hair out of the way, or carefully tucking your hair behind your ears as he admires the metal on your skin. After they heal? He is definitely the kind of guy to lick the edges of your ears, enjoying the cool metal of your piercings against his warm tongue.
K'Sante would get a dermal piercing on his collarbone. If you got one on the right his is on the left. It's nothing obvious and usually hidden under his clothes. It's something cute that only you get to see when he takes off his top in front of you. Or when he teasingly pulls the collar down to expose his piercings just to bully you with his bare skin and that nice decorative metal. In private, he likes how its perfectly where the tips of his fingers would rest when he puts his arms around your shoulder, gently circling around the piercing as the two of you snuggle and chat. He also loves it if you were to gently kiss his collarbone near the piercing while looking up at him with all the love in your eyes, hands slowly lifting up his top the admire the piercing better.
Kayn already has a bunch but would love to get snakebites with you. It is badass and honestly very sexy, he loves how the metal clinks against yours when you two kiss. The kind of fucker to bite on your piercings and pull on them. Loving the way your lips would part and how it would hurt just a little. Of course he takes care of it too, hands holding your face as he looks at you with a calm, almost serious expression as he helps your clean the piercings after he plays with them. He would be the kind to sit on your lap, hovering over you as his hands dexterously fondle with the metal, helping you change the accessories after they heal. When he's feeling a little special, he would look away all shy and embarrassed before lightly kissing each piercing.
#peep the comments for deleted kayn and sett scenes cos i decided to switch stuff around LMAO#also im mid yone soft dom brainrot rn so uh this came out#HEARTSTEEL#Heartsteel!Ezreal#Heartsteel!Kayn#Heartsteel!K'Sante#Heartsteel!Yone#Heartsteel!Sett#Heartsteel!Aphelios#Kayn Shieda#Kayn#Aphelios#Sett#Settrigh#K'Sante#Ezreal#Yone#Anon Answer#HEADCANONS#League of Legends#god theres too much to tag i give up again#Kayn x Reader#Ezreal x Reader#Sett x Reader#Aphelios x Reader#K'Sante x Reader#Yone x Reader#Heartsteel x Reader
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American Apple Pie
Pairing: Low/Mid Honor Arthur Morgan and female OC.
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Savigne Ricci is a temporary guest at the Van der Linde camp. Her path crosses with the enforcer of the gang, Arthur Morgan, and despite their differences, a relationship develops between them. Whole lot of smut and fluff, slow burn-ish.
Thank you everyone who has read, commented, reviewed - I had a blast and I will miss the journey. But all journeys must come to an end and here we are.
Chapter 50: Epilogue
AO3 link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54945853/chapters/159813580
#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan fluff#arthur morgan smut#low honor arthur morgan#mid honor arthur morgan#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#fluff#smut#fanfic#dom arthur morgan
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Susan
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#alastor#midway through the first episode#mid ish#im not floored#charlies song was cute#OKAY alastors death was a little gaggy#little epic on that one#so many died dude wtf#dude alastor is suffering through this#hes her puppet#just a sinner plucked from the bunch#dom mommy kinda into it actually#make the bitch boys suffer fr#still wish i could decide how i feel about her talking about this stuff with such frivolity#like#cant do both buddy#đ€#unless#this is just what they say is wrong with America#too divided#we do need a common goal#but it cant be this stupid show#can it ?#ive been reading history books again#high time
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Uprooted
âââââ; my favourite kind of fantasy - classic fairytale with a side of 'dont worry about the details' and 'you gotta believe in the heart of the cards!'
Oh?? đđđ
a really sharp, quick-witted, and willful female protagonist going 'fuck it!' every few chapters or so and doing something crazy (crazy fun) to drive the plot forward, off a new exciting cliff
a soft magic system that really shows off in the best light what makes soft magic systems so valid. its all about the metaphors!! you have to measure the chocolate chips with your heart!!!
nature is so magical and beautiful and deadly. specifically if you treat trees bad they will form a sentient vengeful forest to raze your civilization to the ground and salt the earth with your bodies
kasia. i love an atomic blonde unkillable bad bitch with the strongest queerplatonic vibes with her best friend from birth
a CLASSIC grumpy 'beastly' male love interest. he seals himself away in a lonely tower, makes girls hang out with him for 10 years at a time, and unironically calls himself 'the Dragon'. he even has the audacity to be offended that everyone thinks he's creepy!!!!!!
No.. âđ€ąđ€ź
if you like having explanations for how magic works and any semblance of a hard magic system in your fantasy, put this book back. 'round here we operate on Vibes Only, babey!!
similarly, if your love language is words of affirmation and/or you think that fanfic-style romance plotlines should stay in fanfic, this romance is Not For You. this is not a judgment, only a warning
Summary: Agnieszka loves her home in her little village in the valley - you know, except for the evil forest simply known as the Wood that's been around as long as there have been people in the valley, with terrible creatures and sentient walking trees. And the century-old wizard known only as 'the Dragon' living in the tower overlooking their land, who takes a young woman every ten years to serve him. But what Agnieszka dreads the most is that her best friend, Kasia, will be chosen next, and that Agnieszka is helpless to save her. Until the day of the choosing, when the Dragon picks Agnieszka instead.
Concept: đđđđ I've never gotten along that well with a book blurb, but this one does its damn job - gives me enough plot premise to get me interested without giving it all away, and doesn't make me feel like I've been lied to once I start the book! some stories really don't do what they say on the tin, or take ages to get there at all, but Uprooted starts off exactly at the spot the blurb said it would - with a girl, in a valley, scared of a terrible wizard, about to be whisked away to a tower.
Execution: đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„ This story is EXACTLY what it says it wants to be, down to the cadence of the prose - a Polish folklore-inspired fairytale. The rhythm of Novik's narration even fits right - one day I'll get the audiobook for this and get to hear it the way I read it in my head, like a grandmother's bedtime story with twists and eddies and crescendos at the all the right bits. I was in love with the aesthetic of every character, they fit perfectly into the backdrop of what this story was.
Personal Enjoyment: â€â€â€â€â€ This book aligns to my tastes much the same way An Enchantment of Ravens does, and shares of lot of the same elements without ever feeling derivative - smart girl meets magic boy, causes all kinds of irreversible political upheaval, and lives happily ever after being just as they are - a Girl with The Audacity. its a tale as old as time, and i'll hear it told just as often
Favourite Moment: you know its a good book when you really can't choose a favourite moment - one that comes to mind is agniezska choosing to save sarkan from being grafted onto the heart-tree in the Wood instead of setting fire to it. the 'fuck it!' energy agniezska brings to her moments of crisis is SO good, plus the motif of her always reaching out to sarkan to cast magic together - 'hey real quick, cast a spell with me while you're being pulled into an evil magic tree trying to twist your magic and life force against us. couldn't hurt, eh?' and then it WORKS
Favourite Character: now yall know i love a sarkan-esque character - pathetic wet cat men who are so offended by their own squishy feelings are a great time! and kasia is SO bad bitch extraordinaire, her and agnieszka's love for each other literally makes the plot go - every time, every time without hesitation she puts herself as the last thing standing between agnieszka and the Wood. but agniezska herself is really Something. the way she uses magic, her connection with nature and her refusal to be anything else than what she is - a grubby young woman who wields kindness as her weapon against the world, who holds onto her humanity with both hands and teeth - she shapes this fairytale to be the story she wants it to be, one of connection and empathy. and im still thinking about her introducing the lord of the whole valley to her mother đ€Ł power move!!
#uprooted#naomi novik#books#book review#booklover#bookblr#reading#sarkan's refusal to bind himself to the valley is SO. one day agnieszka will stop for breath mid-bickering and really come to grips with#unpacking why he was so unokay with tying himself to the land. an orphan with incredible magical ability growing up surrounded by#power-hungry nobles? yeah that guy has trust and commitment issues. need agnieszka to fuck that out of him#i mean OF COURSE teach him that the valley is a home and not a cage (that no one will ever force him to stay not even her#that he can come and go as he pleases and still be theirs) and its ok to be tied to the people that love you and vice versa etc etc etc.#but also like. he deserves to be dommed into feeling safe enough to put down roots. as a treat.#anyway kasia x agnieszka x sarkan throuple with agnieszka as the homing beacon and kasia + sarkan as the migrating birds always circling#always knowing the way back home
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trick or treat!!! đđđ
(and thank you for your comments on my lil drabbles!!!! i loved reading your tags & thoughts<3<3)
(<3 i'm glad! i love reading your stuff!! it's always so good! & ty for ur tags on mine, i appreciate them sm <33333)
this is a snippet from a wip i've been working on for... i think about a year now, lol. working title is "slipping tongues" & is v loosely inspired by that one panel, where jason calls himself "daddy" while defusing a bomb xD
i shared a slightly earlier snippet of it here~
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of all the things he could have saidâ
Itâs all Timâs fault. Heâs been driving Jason crazy all night. Itâs Jasonâs fault, of course, for agreeing to Timâs idea all those weeks ago in the first place. Heâd been complaining, again, about his nights at the lounge, and at the time⊠Well. He hadnât seen how Tim playing as Hoodâs arm candy could go wrong.
Big mistake.
Heâd forgotten just how much effort Tim put into his undercover identities.
Orâ
No, that wasnât quite right.
Jason had been expecting Timâs identity to cater to their audience. And in a way, it did. There was nothing threatening about his appearance, the act he put on. The amount of conversations that had taken place right in front of him, as if he wasnât even there would be infuriating if it wasnât playing right into their hands. But the appearance of the disguiseâŠ
That was tailored specifically to Jason.
Subtle makeup to soften his face; just enough padding to give him the illusion of curves. Small breasts, a black wig, just a bit longer than his natural hairâand jewelry to draw the eye from anything he couldnât disguise. Andâlook, okay. Jason is biased. He thinks obsessive, 72 hours no sleep, wearing his rattiest clothes, caffeine-addled gremlin Tim is hot. This Tim? Dolled up in provocative outfits and sultry make-up? Heâs a goner.
And Tim knows it. He walks a fine line, teasing just enough to drive Jason mad without also compromising his persona as Hood. Itâs maddening⊠and hot as hell. Could anyone blame him, if maybe his brains were a bit addled? Or if maybe, just maybe, he wanted to turn the tables on Tim, even if just for a moment?
Jason doesnât think so.
If Tim asks, Jason will tell him it was a slip of the tongue. He got too deep into the Hood headspace. Otherwiseâthey can just⊠forget about it. Pretend it never happened in the first place.
Yeah. That sounds good.
#immediate next line:#Of course; if Jason had been thinking straight; he would have realized that Tim wouldnât just let it go#and that he would be willing to play dirty to make sure Jason couldnât wriggle out of talking about it.#semi colons subbed for commas#its just tim domming jason in a dress while calling him daddy#i still have no idea where the idea came from lmao#but the set-up is giving me trouble#maybe im overthinking it!#but nothing feels ~right~ lol#anyway!#thank u so much for asking~#slipping tongues#asks and answers#mid-nightowl#also i did hunt around to see if i had anything non-jaytim to share bc i KNOW i like other pairings but#nothing substantial im afraid#well. there was some gen stuff but i couldn't find any like... snippets i wanted to pull out#also ik the trick or treat stuff mentioned more than just snippets but i have fun with snippets lol#tauriawritesfanfic
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how are yâall getting cute scenes with whitney like going to her room n meeting her aunt/uncle(??) and stuff all she does to me is tell me to strip
#original post#i have her at high love and. i think high/mid dom right now but it fluctuates. i should knock it down some more tbh
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roy and ted aka the kings of cunnilingus
#roy kent#ted lasso#trent crimm#the acrobatics necessary#for ted to sit on royâs face#as trent sits on tedâs face#are astounding#and probably not recommended for people in their#mid to late 40s#alas#we do not care#tedroy#tedependent#tedtrent#coach beard#is there too#somehow idk his deal#ok no i know he either doms ted#or is his tratty bottom#and tedâs a service top
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save me Bottom Line by Dom Fera save meeee pleaseee
#IIIII shine when my back's against a walllll I don't need anything at alllll I don't need anything at allllLLLLL#LLLLLAAHLL DRIVE ME SOMEWHERE YOU'VE BEEN LIKING ORDER SOMETHING I DON'T WANT I'LL DRINK IT ANYWAY#dom fera#spoon rambles#I yearn to make an angsty yet upbeat edit to it to a beloved mid 2010s show that's how good it is
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In a lot of ways having sex with me is like having sex with a befuddled dolphin.
#dylan says things#in that I am unbelievably sweaty (and therefor damp) have little control over my limbs and also I cannot hear a fucking word you're saying#do you know how humiliating it is to ask a dom mid-scene to repeat their dirty talk/instructions because you didn't hear it the first time?#because I do!
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#purple#light purple#i forgot to make it a pup#just ignore that#low agg#low brv#mid dom#mid nrg#mid nrv#high sym#ID 7656
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i wish i had a pet mid-30s man.... wahhh
#yap#the problem is that in too cringe to dom and too aloof to sub#*im#hm.. aspirations to be when im in my mid 30s?
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American Apple Pie
Pairing: Low/Mid Honor Arthur Morgan and female OC.
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Savigne Ricci is a temporary guest at the Van der Linde camp. Her path crosses with the enforcer of the gang, Arthur Morgan, and despite their differences, a relationship develops between them. Whole lot of smut and fluff, slow burn-ish.
Chapter 46
AO3 link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54945853/chapters/157264255
Sunday she woke up grouchy and tired. She declined to join his ride to the church, saying she didnât feel up to it. He didn't press, reminded her ten times to call on Marston if she needs something, then left. She crawled back into bed and promptly fell asleep again, dreaming dark, wet, weird dreams. Sometime later the door banged open, there was a ruckus of things being carried in and she woke up, more groggy than she had been before sleep.
âDidnât they have doors where you come from?â she growled from under the pile of covers.
âActually no,â was his sheepish answer as he gently closed it. âSorry.â A softer addition of âCome look.â
She begrudgingly heaved herself up, turned around and found him standing by the bed. Next to him, an elevated crib. He took off his hat and sank on the bed and she shifted to sit next to him, feet dangling. They stared at the crib for a long while, both with a mixture of anxiety and fascination. Savigne had been going to regular doctor appointments. She had felt the baby kicking and moving. And yet, seeing this simple piece of furniture gave it a realness, a gravity nothing else had until then. Tentatively he reached out a hand and poked it and it swung ever so gently.
âLooks kinda small,â was his hushed statement.
She felt exactly the opposite. How was she going to push something out of her that would fit into this thing? Her breath hitched at the notion. âEverything is small next to you,â she said quietly.
His eyes dropped to his large hands, then he gave the crib another narrow eyed look. âFair.â
Fear burrowed into her again. Most of the time she felt removed from the fact that she was about to be a mother. But every now and then the idea would crystallize, rise and slap her in the face and then she felt a sense of blind panic; a compulsion to say 'Wait! Hang on! Can I slow it down a little? Can I put it on hold for a while?'
From the corner of her eye she saw him watching her profile. âGonna be fine.â
âI know,â she lied.
These days, more and more she felt like a kite that was at the mercy of bouts of emotions that randomly rolled through her with alarming speed. She found herself flapping helplessly in storms before suddenly gliding through a warm summer breeze, then diving with the advent of a cold gust before soaring up with the lift of a spring gale.
Right about then, the kite dipped.
Talk to me when you have to push a melon out of yourself, she thought sourly. It was silly to feel like she got the short end of the stick, but here she was, feeling it anyway. She was blowing up like a balloon and according to Polleux, she wasn't even close to the size she would be and he looked fucking perfect. In fact, the day before the baby and the day after, he would look exactly the same. Maybe even better. But she was going to go through monumental changes, none of them pretty. Then there was the birth itself. She struggled with the bloody pictures she was painting in her head. Then there was the aftermath...
His hand enveloped hers. âThis Polio guy know what he doinâ.â
âBut I donât,â she wiped the hair off her face. She felt the ghost of sweat on her brow.
âYou just do as he says,â he shrugged. The simplicity of Arthur's worldview! If only she could borrow it from time to time.Â
She ran her palms over her face, rattled.Â
âBaygal guy's wife has seven kids,â he offered. âLuther said he had eight siblings...â
âWhen did he say that?â she asked, surprised.
âWhen we was chattinâ,â was his evasive answer. âPoint beinâ, you can do this."
She nodded, but with lack of conviction.
âKnow what âm thinkinâ?â A palm drew circles on her lower back. She hummed, her gaze still locked to the crib. âWe should go to Valentine. Bath and laundry.â
She turned to him, eyebrows raised. âWe can afford that?â
âSure,â he waved the question away.Â
Being clean always made her happy, but her work days had been slashed and she didn't know how much Arthur had saved up, so she played down her enthusiasm. âI donât knowâŠitâs not exactly necessary...â
âCourse it is," he huffed. "Ain't no way yer doin' laundry, so we gotta go for that anyway, might as well take a nice warm bath."Â
"There are cheaper places for laundry in Saint Denis..."
"We got the money, Savigne," he rose to his feet. "'Sides, could get lucky with game on the way and make the money back. Go on, get dressed."
She dimly thought that letting Arthur take care of the money had been a mistake because she doubted that he was ever going to deny her anything. Nevertheless, the kite smoothly tilted upwards.
"Okay," she smiled.Â
After she got dressed they sifted through the big basket of clothes the church had donated and picked out the ones that seemed to fit to take over with their own dirty laundry. A lot of it wasn't exactly items she would pick off a rack, most were cheap and old, the ones meant for her too big and most donated for Arthur too small, but they found pieces they can use and Abigail could adjust and added them to the basket. The rest they left for the Marstons to go through. Her mood changed when they left the cabin and she found the donation of kitchen utensils. Several baking trays and pots and pans - a little scratched and dented and in need of some seasoning, but sturdy and usable.
"I can make dinner tonight," she grinned. "We have everything we need."
"You feelin' up for that?" was his dubious question. She nodded, enthusiastic. He chuckled and helped her up the cart. "Fine. Up you go."
The day was chilly and breezy and she huddled into her coat and blew into her hands as the horses clopped on.
"Maybe it's me but it feels colder this year."
"It's you," he smiled. "You think on what to do after?" was the more somber question a while later.Â
Given Arthur and John's infamy in these parts, staying was out of the question. "I know we're going to leave," she mused. "But I haven't seen enough of the country to know where. For example, I've never seen the desert."
"Desert? Ya mean like Texas?"
"I guess. Not sure what Texas looks like."Â
"Y'aint never seen night sky till you been in the desert," he offered. "It's quiet. Open."
"How do you pick a place to go?"
"Reckon you just pick a direction and then you stop when ya like what yer seein'."
They rode through the Heartlands as she watched the jagged mountain line on the horizon. There had always been less travelers about on Sundays, especially outside of cities where most folks still took church attendance seriously, but winter had made the crowds even sparser. She thought about the months she rode through here alone and later with Arthur and grappled with the fact that everything had happened so quickly. Beginning of this year she had been a daring and naive fledgling who thought of nothing but her career. Single and free and ambitious. Now, after a number of tumultuous events, she was finishing the year as a wife and a mother, her career suddenly not the first and foremost thing on her mind when she rose out of bed. And next year she was going to be somewhere new to start all over. As happy as she was - and she was deliriously happy at times - it also made her sad. And scared. The speed and enormity of the events brought a certain feeling of whiplash with them. In the deep folds of her gut she feared that she had made too many impulsive choices and too quickly and she had closed off certain paths of possibilities forever.Â
The kite dipped.
"Where yer head at?"
"I don't know..." she sighed as they drew closer to Valentine. "There's so many things I wanted to do. And now..." She left it at that.
"Ya speak as if you can't do them no more."
The kite spiraled downwards.
She shrugged. There was a shadow in her heart and she couldn't release it into the world. It felt wrong to express these feelings of disappointment to Arthur because she really wanted to be with him. But at the same time, she felt like she had been the only one who had made sacrifices. After all, he had lived a full life. He had traveled the country, free as a bird, experienced a million things and was eager to hang up his hat and do something different. She, on the other hand, had wasted years on training she would never use and would do nothing in life but plate food.Â
When they entered the town limits, she placed the fake ring on her finger. Arthur gave her a look. "I don't want people to look at me weird," she explained, forestalling his arguments.
They stabled the cart and the horses and when she saw a familiar face behind the reception desk, the kite turned upwards again.
Bill's eyebrows shot all the way to his hairline as they walked in. "Well I'll be!" he prompted, visibly happy to see them. She sensed the same elation in him that she felt when she had spotted him behind the counter: the joy of familiarity, of finding some things unchanged among the upheavals of life. A new century was around the corner and America was flying into it full speed. Small villages were turning into towns overnight, and a week later you found a city where that sleepy town used to be. Even outside of big cities electric power lines were being raised and cars were spotted. It was a period of dizzying change that was leaving many bewildered and forlorn.
Bill was a professional and not once did the eyes that crawled over her bump stutter. "Welcome back,â was his warm addition as he fished for the key of the room with the big tub. He took the baskets with practiced economy. "Congratulations, sir," was his tilt of the head to Arthur whose chin went up.
"Why do men congratulate each other when it's the women who are doing all the work?" she muttered when they entered the room and Arthur locked the door.
He did his 'it is what it is' hand wave. After they undressed, he guided her into the tub and pulled her on his lap, and brushed a finger over the crinkle between her brows. "Ya upset cause of that crib?"
She looked down at her bump between them; this new thing, somehow both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. "I struggle with it..." she whispered, "...sometimes."
He kissed her, slow and long. "Gonna be fine. Everything's eventual, right?"
For no discernible reason, the kite caught an upslope flow and glided higher again.Â
"Right," she smiled against his lips.   Â
Late afternoon they were back at the cabin and Savigneâs mood improved further as she cooked lasagna and pies in her new indoor oven. She hummed to herself, awash with contentment as she listened to the staccato of him chopping wood outside. When it was done, she told him to bring in the table the church had donated and place it next to theirs.
âLook over here,â she said as he was doing that. When he turned, she pointed to one tray - âThis one is ours. ONLY this one.â
âOkay?â was his confused question.Â
She pointed to the other tray. âDo NOT touch this one.â
He gave the second tray a slanted look. âWhy that one bigger?â
âItâs not.â
âIs too.â
The kite shivered with the advent of a storm.
âItâs not," she growled. "But even if it was, thereâs three of them, so that would still make sense.â He mumbled something under his breath but she ignored it. âI also made two pies, donât touch the second one.â
âWhat 'bout leftovers?â Â
She rolled her eyes, thinking 'as if'. âThey can take it with them and eat it tomorrow.â
He muttered some more.Â
She went and minutely adjusted the napkins and cutlery. âI made just as much as I always make, so you wonât go hungry, donât worry.â
This time when he grumbled, she lost the thread on her patience and looked up. âWhatâs that?â
ââM sayinâ I was starved in Guarma. Marston wasnâ.â
âArthur weâre hosts, we have to be generous, Jesus Christ!â
âFine, but we get the bigger tray.â
âTheyâre the same size!â
âThey ainât. That one bigger.â
âFuckâs sake!â She glared at him.
ââM bigger, need more food,â he explained, rolling his shoulders.
She turned back to the counter to clean up. âThereâs three of them, Arthur!â
Suddenly he embraced her from behind, a palm on her bump.âThree of us, too,â he grinned into her ear.
The kite angled upwards and her anger fell away.
âDo not touch the second tray,â she warned, half amused. âI made it so we can sit and eat like civilized people and you donât spoil the evening by furiously trying to outeat John.â
âFine,â he cooed into her neck before he kissed it. âSimmer down.â
Just then a knock on the door. He sighed and walked over to answer as she wiped her hands on her apron before she untied it and took it off. The Marstons filed in and Savigne grinned when she noticed that they had dressed up in their Sunday best. The parents looked a bit shy and nervous but Jack dashed towards her and pressed primroses into her hand.
The kite soared.
"Thank you! These are so nice! Welcome,â she smiled up to them, ridiculously happy to host dinner in her own cabin for the first time, feeling absurdly proud and grown up over it. âPlease! Sit!â
A few days after that Sadie and Charles stopped by and informed Arthur that they had tracked Dutch, Bill and Javier north.
"He ain't goin' north," Arthur said. "He know we gonna go for that Blackwater money, he probably circled 'round."
"Yeah, I thought so, too," Charles agreed.Â
"You think he means to ambush us after we get it?" was Sadie's question.Â
"I know it."
"So what do we do?" John asked. "If we wait too long, he's gonna find someone to get it for him."
"Dutch?" scoffed Arthur. "He ain't gonna trust nobody to do that. He never even trust me to tell. No, he gonna wait for us to take it."
"So then...?"
Arthur thought on it a while. "We wait." John twitched a little at this but didn't say anything. "We go now, he gonna be ready," was Arthur's explanation. "He know we desperate, he thinkin' we gonna fly there first thing. But in a few months, he might slack off. Get tired. Might even think we slipped by and give up..."
"That's months without money for the gang," Sadie pointed out. "They ain't gonna like it."
"I don' like it either, but if he set a trap, could be no money ever and that ain't better."
"What do you think?" Sadie asked Charles.
Savigne watched him ruminate, Sadieâs eyes glued to him. They had grown quite close, these two; there was palpable trust and affection between them now. She didnât think there was anything more than that but she wouldnât be surprised if there would be, in time.
"I think Arthur is right. They're probably holed up somewhere. Let them suffer through the cold a little. Maybe their camaraderie won't survive the season." Charles offered at last.
The four of them thought on this for a while as the fire crackled in the hearth and Savigne refilled their coffees.
"Okay," Sadie sighed. "Gang ain't gonna be happy, but they wanna be mad, âm gonna remind them they should be mad at Dutch, not us." Her eyes glided to Savigne, mirthful. "'Sides...we got a wedding to attend to."
Two weeks after that Abigail called her over and surprised her with the curtains she had measured and trimmed to fit the cabin windows. Savigne had an emotional moment and cried and assured Jack that everything was okay and cried some more before she took the curtains and hurried over to the cabin, elated. She entered and stood stunned for a moment.
âWhy did you dress up?!âÂ
He was brushing the lint off his shoulders in front of the mirror and looked immaculate in his fancy suit. Jealously flared in her at the sight of those broad shoulders that had filled back nicely again, the narrow hips and his flat stomach.Â
âYa forgot what Sunday is?â
âOf course I didnât forget!â she said and closed the door.
âThen it should be obvious.â
âYou canât wear that!â she protested as she folded the curtains on the back of a chair. âI have nothing to match it! Iâm going to look like the maid marrying the lord of the manor!â
He gave her a dry side eye. âI know you got a nice dress somewhere.â
âI outgrew everything I have! NoâŠâ she crossed her arms, ââŠyou have to wear plain clothes.â
He glared at her through the mirror. âI ainât wearing plain clothes. âM gettin' married.â
âWell Iâm not standing next toâŠthat,â she waved an arm at him. âLooking like I just came from field work.â
âGuess we gonna have to go shoppinâ, ainât we?â he said stubbornly. âWhy ya havenât yet, I donâ know, but we goin' now.â
âOr you can just dress down...â
âNo.â He carefully peeled off his suit. âGet yer coat.â
âWhy did you go spend money on-â
âYou know god damn why.â
âItâs just some priest saying stuff,â she muttered.
He gave her a look. âHow many times you got married? Cause this here is the only one for me, so...â His head jabbed towards her coat. âGo on.â
Savigne huffed and put on her coat. It required some navigating these days. She hadnât thought Arthur was going to take it so damn seriously and dress up like it was a ball. âNothing is going to fit me anyway, Iâm enormous.â
âYer barely showing,â he said, putting on his cowboy boots.Â
âYou should take Cricket with you and get him fitted. Iâm about that size.â
âI worry âbout yer eyes, Savigne.â
âWe can just buy a damn curtain and cut holes in it for my arms, would be cheap-â The slap on her buttocks made her jump. âTold you not to do that, god damn it!!â
He grinned and opened the door for her. âWasnâ doinâ nothin'. Swung my arm, couldnâ avoid it.â
âItâs my belly thatâs big, not my butt,â she hissed.
âSure,â he looked away and bit his cheek, waiting for her to exit.
âYou keep aggravating me, weâre going to end up at the doctors instead,â she muttered, heading towards the cart.
âWoman, waddle faster! Shopâs gonna close.â
âI fucking hate you.â
He pulled up at the dress shop and when she made to get off, held out his arm to stop her.
ââM gonna go in first.â
âWhat? Why?â
âNeed to see whoâs doinâ the advisinâ.â She gave him a confused look. âSince I canât.â
âWhy canât you?â
âYa grew up under a rock? Canât see before the day of. Bad luck.â
âSince when are you so superstitious?â
âI ainât. But a smart man takes no chances.â
âPlease! Itâs ridiculous.â
âJust sit here for a minute, wonâ be long.â
âButâŠâ
He pushed the reins into her hands and jumped off. âDonâ try to climb off by yerself, ya hear? Youâll roll all the way back home before me and Cricket can catch up.â
She opened her mouth to say something nasty but he disappeared through the door before she could.
He entered the shop and was relieved that there were no other customers. He walked up to the counter and the man behind it looked up, did a double take and paled so quickly, it was like someone had thrown white paint in his face. His step didnât stutter but he cussed silently, thinking he was recognized. His mind spun off with panic, but when he spoke, his voice remained calm:
âHowdy. âMember me?â
The man opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a several long moments, then gave up and nodded instead.
Arthur inspected him a while. He didnât remember this man at all so the likely theory was some old forgotten bounty poster. He scratched his beard to look nonchalant and glanced over his shoulder at Savigne who, surprisingly, for once was doing as told.Â
âI ainât so sure if you do,â he drawled. âMind provin' it?â
The manâs Adam's apple bobbed up and down. âThe train,â was the late choked whimper.Â
âBe more specific, I ainât got all day,â Arthur said roughly.Â
âIâŠI was there...that night.â He fumbled for his handkerchief and hastily dabbed his brow with it. âIce box.â
Arthur narrowed his eyes to hide his relief. This must be one of the kitchen staff. âThank fuckâ he thought but outwardly just nodded and gave the man a long head to toe. It wasnât ideal to be remembered as a train robber, but it was miles better than being recognized as Arthur Morgan who was supposed to be dead.Â
âThatâs right. What you doinâ here, you change careers?â
âI did,â was the whisper before he cleared his throat. âI thoughtâŠsaferâŠto sell gowns.â The man exhaled a shuddering sob at the irony of it.
Arthur casually leaned on the counter. âMy lucky day,â he said and smiled a toothy grin. The grin made a new wave of sweat break on the manâs brow which he hastily dabbed at.
âYou got a name?â
âLionel. Sir.â
If there ever was a name that donât fit a man, Arthur thought. âListen here, Lionel,â he drawled, immensely relieved at the turn of events and ready to take charge of the situation. He casually leaned back on the counter on one elbow, gesturing at Savigne with his free arm. âSee that pretty lady?â The man nodded stiffly. âShe with me. Gonna be my wife.â This seemed to surprise the store owner and Arthurâs gaze sharpened. âWhat? Ya sayinâ I canât have a wife?â
âAbsolutely not!â was the squeal. âI mean yes, yes, of course you can! Sir!â He dabbed his forehead some more. âI was justâŠsurprised by her beauty!â
âYou sayinâ she too pretty for me or somethinâ?â
âNo sir! I just-â
âI ainât no god damn peg legged pirate,â Arthur growled, somewhat offended.
âOf course n-â
âBag it! Like I said, ainât got all day. She gonna come in here and buy a dress.â
The relief that washed over Lionel was so palpable that Arthur was momentarily tempted to glance over the counter to see if he had pissed himself. Obviously he had assumed that he was being robbed and had just now realized that Arthur was here as a customer.Â
âOnly hereâs the thing...," Arthur added, "...she delicate.â The shop owner owlishly blinked at him with incomprehension. âCause sheâs with child,â Arthur clarified.
This shocked Lionel and he nearly flinched with the surprise. âY-your child?â Then quickly: âSir?â
âThe hell ya sayinâ!?â Arthur barked and was amazed how much paler a man could get.
âN-nothing!â cried the other man, voice breaking.Â
âOf course my child! Ya sayinâ I canât have a child!?â
âAbsolutely you can, sir! You will sir! I was justâŠshe barely shows was my meaning!!â
âSee, that right there,â Arthur hummed, leaning closer as the man tilted back, âis exactly the attitude I want when she come in.â Lionel blinked again and Arthur sighed, exasperated. â'M gonna make this simple cause yer havinâ a slow day: she come in here and walk out upset cause ya have some dumbâŠopinionsâŠâ he spat the word with some venom, â⊠âbout her beein' with child but ainât married yet, and you look at her wrong, or yer even more foolish and you say somethinâ of the sortâŠâ he ignored the vehement head shake that Lionel was giving him, ââŠ'm gonna come back and we gonna have us a littleâŠreminiscin'âŠof our first meeting. Only this time yâainât gonna be a spectator. We clear?â
Lionelâs head bobbed up and down so fast, his hair lost the pomade.Â
âYa sure?!â Arthur roared.
âAbso-fucking-lutely!â His severe cry was even louder than Arthurâs boom and Savigneâs head turned towards them as she shifted around to see into the store.
âGood man,â Arthur drawled, giving him another long head to toe. âNow go change yer store sign.â
âSir?â
âYa seem smart enough, but I donâ want a dim-witted flock of women to come in here and look at her funny and upset my wife. Seeinâ as itâs yer store, youâd be responsible for that,â he explained patiently.
Lionel scrambled from behind the counter, carefully gave Arthur a wide berth and flipped the sign to âclosedâ. Then he just stood there, dabbing his forehead. Arthur walked up to him and ignored his flinch when he reached out to smooth his jacket. âYou advise her well, ya hear? Canât do it mâself for obvious reasons.â
âBad luck,â breathed the other man, standing stock still as Arthur patted his shoulders.Â
âThatâs right. So donâ insult my wife by sellinâ her somethinâ silly just cause ya didnâ wanna break out the good stuff.â A flurry of head bobs. âAlsoâŠâ He glared into the manâs eyes long and deep to make his point, ââŠgoes without sayingâŠdonâ mention the damn ice box.â
âWhy, of course sir. Goes without saying.â
Arthur grunted in approval and exited the store to walk to Savigneâs side to hold up his hand.
âWhat were you doing in there so long? I need to go to the bathroom again, Jesus!â
âYa damn near flooded the soil âround the outhouse with how much you piss, ground suckin mâboots in like itâs the Bayou.â
âFucking liar!â she spat.Â
âAny day now whole thing gonna sink into the lake oâpiss growing under.â
âGive me your gun, Iâm going to kill you!â She grabbed his hand and ambled down.
âWould if ya could shoot straight,â he growled. Then, softer: ââM sure Lionel in there has a bathroom.â
She jerked her arm away and stomped to the door.
Arthur sat and smoked for a long while as he waited, hat tipping low every time a lawman strolled by. Finally she walked out, looking a lot calmer.
âIt needs adjusting, we have to pick it up tomorrow,â she said as he came around to help her back up. âAnd he wouldnât tell me how much it is so if we end up spending too much, Iâm going to be mad.â
âWoman, âm the man and âm handling the damn money.â
She gave him a severe glare. âI think this whole thing is going to your head. Youâre puffing up something awful.â She rolled her shoulders, mimicking his accent âLook at me, âm the manly man, big, burly, hairy man!â
âThatâs right,â he countered, unfazed. âFinally learning, are we?â He walked towards the store door, ignoring her scowl.
âSheâs a lovely lady, sir,â Lionel said, looking much recovered now that he was convinced that he wasnât in mortal danger.
âSure is.â
âIf you donât mind me askingâŠwas the ice box for her? I remember yourâŠcolleagueâŠummâŠteasing you that day.â
âWas,â Arthur said, caught a little offguard by the question. Then he surprised himself by adding: âAnd he ainât my colleague no more. IâmâŠretired.â
Lionel nodded and drew himself up a little. âThe dress will be ready tomorrow by noon.â
âNow listen here,â Arthur stepped to the counter. ââM retired but I ainât stupid. âM gonna come pick it up myself. Not that I donâ trust ya, Lionel, but âm gonna tell my brother where âm goinâ. So if I walk in here and I find a buncha lawmen waiting, he can come visit you after. âM sure you understand why Iâd be pissed to go to jail and leave my wife in her state.â
âGoes without saying. AndâŠcongratulations, sir.â
Arthur nodded and turned to leave before he paused. âI like yer shop. Yer good at this, stick with it,â he said over his shoulder before he walked out the door.
âCan we go home now? I have to use the bathroom.â
âThe hell? Told ya to go in there.â
âI did.â
âThen go again.â
âNo way Iâm going twice,â she hissed. âThatâs embarrassing.â
âWhere does it all even come from?â he grumbled, clicking his tongue at Cricket. âYa climbinâ down the well when I go to sleep?â
Savigne exploded into laughter and it quickly turned into sobs. She pulled out a handkerchief, wiping at her eyes, manically cackling and crying at the same time.
âCalm down, Christ,â he said gruffly, giving her a sidelong glance as he navigated the cart through the crowded streets. âWas just jokinâ. I know ya wonâ fit through the rim.â
âJust stop,â she laughed, wiping her tears. âYouâre going to make me pee.â
âThink long and hard how ya gonna explain that to Bill when droppinâ off yer laundry on Sunday.â
âOh my god!â she wailed. âBill doesnât go through my laundry, you sick man!â
âYa sure âbout that?â he drawled.
âOf course Iâm sure,â she said but the slight hesitation before she said it made him grin.
âPretty little thing like you come inâŠâ he shrugged, âI would wanna know what she wearinâ under them skirts.â She gave him a shocked look and crimson shot up her face.
âJesus, yer face suckinâ up all yer blood like that, grub needs some oâthat too, ya know.â
She wailed again, covering her face. âGo faster, Iâm going to burst.â
âJust hold on, I know a graveyard close by if ya really gotta go.â
âI fucking hate you!â she yowled between her sobs.
When they arrived she ran to the outhouse and afterwards walked through the cabin door, sighing with relief. âGod, I feel like I worked all day and all I did was sit on a horse cart and listen to your bullshit.â
âDid ya like yer dress?â he asked from behind her, helping her take her coat off and hanging it up.
âYeah. Lionel was really nice.â
He hummed dismissively and embraced her shoulders from behind before she can walk away, hands caressing her shoulders, then gliding across her belly.
âIs it easy to peel off?â
âNo.â
His hands gathered her skirts, fingers bunching them up slowly as he nipped her ear. âIs it easy to lift?â
âItâs a dress,â she shuddered. âOf couse itâs easy to lift. Why?â
His warm palms dived under the hem of her chemise and traveled over her belly, then crawled to the waistband of her bloomers.
âMight wanna drag you away for a bit if ya look too fine,â he whispered and kissed her neck.
âDonât even think about it,â Savigne chuckled and squirmed against him.
ââM thinking about it,â he said and kissed her jawline.
She moaned and dropped her head against his shoulder, mumbled under her breath. He could hear the shiver of lust in her voice and it hardened his cock. He marveled about the fool who had lived twenty years thinking he was living the good life, drifting around to pitch a tent in blizzards and heatwaves, eating slop and drinking his nights away, pitying folks who lived as he did now. He dimly wondered where that man was now, what sad location he was camped, if he was sitting alone on a cot and drawing in his journal. Or maybe right about now that fool was bleeding out in a desolate corner, lying in the muck, clutching at the highlights of his wasted life.
He walked her forward to brace against the counter as his hand worked on the buttons of his trousers. His breath hitched with excitement, the last vestiges of his blood circled out of his head and pooled into his gut and all thoughts of that man vanished like smoke.
Luther ambled into the dark room, lit a lantern, lit his cigarette with the same match, locked the door behind himself. He stepped to the little counter in the corner and pulled out a bowl, took out the package from his jacket pocket, cut down the slab of meat into cubes and emptied it into the bowl. Then he trudged over to the window and cracked it open and put the bowl to the low desk in front of it while he settled into his rocking chair. It creaked under his weight but held, and soon he made himself comfortable in the chair that had adjusted to all his curves over the many years he had been using it. The cool Saint Denis air wafted through the window. He didnât have to wait long.
"Welcome, Bartholomew," he said gruffly as the dirty tabby slithered through the opening and settled on the desk to eat his dinner. "Yer fillin' up nice and proper, ain't ya?" he said. Bartholomew acknowledged him with his one eye for a moment. Then he turned around to the bowl. His ear with the tip bit off dipped in and out as he ate with silent enthusiasm.
"Was at a wedding, case yer curious," Luther drawled, watching his cigarette smoke unfurl in the small room, wavering with the breeze that licked through the opening. He loosened his tie and the top button of his shirt. "Was mighty nice, tell ya that."
The cat gave him a dismissive glance over his shoulder and went on eating.Â
"Fine, I'll tell ya," Luther grumbled and sat up to open the drawer of the desk to retrieve a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. The cat, used to this ritual, didn't acknowledge it. A pair of voices argued under the window, then came a smack of laughter, then they argued on, growing fainter as they walked away.
"First off, had my pal Gregory pick me up. Ya âmember Gregory? He the one who rents his tent for fairs and circuses. Busy man this time of year, but I tol' him 'm collectin' my favor, so he came. Drove me to the cabin, yappin' all the way there. I don' mind - Gregory and I don' run into each other much, so was fine to listen. We got there early and as we came closer, big guy came out, shoulders all hiked, gun belt on his hip. He relax when he see us and held up a hand in greetin'.â Lutherâs eyes narrowed as he punctuated with his cigarette hand: âI approve of this man's suspicious nature, Bartholomew. He weathered, like youse, ainât trustinâ and that a good thing. Too much trust is a dangerous thing. AnyhowâŠhe came to meet us and I tol' him we gonna erect a big tent for the guests and he blinked like 'm speakin' French.â
ââA tent?' he says.â
ââA tent,' I says. 'Nice and cozy so guests don' freeze and run off first thing after food.'â
ââHow many guests you cobble up, old man?' he ask, wary.â
ââJust a few,' says I. I know he worried one or two will talk to the Law after, tell 'em who he is, where he is, but I assure him everyone invited is likely to flee in the other direction of the Law if they spotâem.â
âThen I go in and Savigne come hug me. She all jittery and anxious like a child. I say âWoman, stop jumpin' like a hare, you gonna have the child here and now!â.â
âShe laugh at this like it's the funniest thing she heard and offer me coffee. She happy, Bartholomew. When you live as long as I, little things is where itâs at, so seein' her healthy and happy like that swells my heart. I known long time this man the right man for her.â The cat finished his meal and gave him another look over his shoulder before he dived back in to lick the remnants.
âNah,â Luther waved as if Bartholomew had spoken, âYer wrong. Sure, he an outlaw, sure he done bad things. But I been 'round and lemme tell ya, many fine men done worse. This man cut of old cloth. He ainât gonna stray and he ainât gonna betray her. He never gonna hurt her. That counts for somethinâ.â He sipped his whiskey.
âI say âCall yer brother, let's set up the tentâ. People roll in just âbout then and they help, takes us no time. Then the pastor arrive and Arthur and me walk to Marston's tent so he can change. Did I tell ya this man has a woman and a child? Woman pretty as a daisy and the boy cute as a button.â He scoffed to himself. âLucky fool.â
âAnyhow, guests bring in food and deck that long table like a buffet. Toldâem ainât no need for gifts, but they bring a little somethinâ cause poor folk is generous folk. They bring a jar of pickles, a sweater, someone brought an old guitar, another his only other pair of shoesâŠI gave Savigne my motherâs cookbook. She never learned her letters, my mom, and I learned mine late, but I wrote it as I âmember it. I ainât gonna use it, âm glad she got somethinâ of mine.â
The tabby sat around to face him and began to groom itself. âI know, I know, âm gettinâ there. So time comes and we waitinâ with the pastor. I know this Arthur has nerves of steel, seen how he was with Ecco. But now he twitchinâ and shiftinâ like a boy, pullinâ on his jacket, fidgetinâ with his tie.â Luther rumbled a deep laugh and sipped his whiskey. âI look over at Missus Adler and she grin at meâŠâ He sighed and gently slapped his knee and the cat watched him with that sparkly one eye. âTell ya what - I was younger, that woman would crush my heart. AnyhowâŠâ
He sighed and put out his cigarette and the tabby immediately jumped up into his lap and curled on the big cushion of his stomach. âOut comes my girl and lemme tell ya, she look like a cool drop of water, pure and precious.â He ran a large hand over Bartholomew as the cat purred and quietly drank his whiskey for a while. âI never had no children, but you wouldnâ known it today, all âm gonna say. I knew she was shy cause she was in a sea of new faces, but she didnâ stumble and didnâ freeze, she walked over all proper and made me proud. Was worried more for Arthur than her,â he chuckled to himself as he scratched behind an orange ear.
He raised a finger. ââCept when the ring came out, then her eyes brimmed and she twitched a little and her hand shook.â Another earthquake of a chuckle trembled through him. "She jump to kiss him 'fore the pastor was done say his bit, tell ya that!" he laughed.
His laughter wheezed into silence. He pondered on getting undressed and closing the window and going to bed, but he didnât sleep much these days and the tabby was comfortably purring in his sleep, so he sat on and listened to the city sliding into silence little by little. He thought that in these late hours, years turned into paper walls and you could hear the past murmur through if you put your ear against them. It used to bother him when he was younger, but the older he got, the more he grew to like it.Â
ââM thinkinâ,â he grumbled at long last, âMight be I helped a little, ya agree, Bartholomew? Might be...I fixed it. Took a long god damn time, but think I fixed it. Maybe just a little.â
He sat there a long time as the church bells rang the hours while the tabby slept on him and Saint Denis slept around him.
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Dominicus, what do you have to gain with helping Caio? Do you intend to dig further into his background? Rumor has it a certain info broker is already landing on his hit list â or at least on one of his men

"What do I have to gain? I'm a fixer, having contacts and connections are my bread and butter. Why wouldn't I help if it means gaining a connection?" he said as if it were obvious, "As for digging into him, well, I do that anyway. In my own way. But I don't have any particular reason to do so. Why? Is it something salacious? Shameful? Background that is Picture of the Year riveting? No? Then, no, I don't really care."
"Any background is to ensure he does not have conflict with my contacts and that he does not end up with anyone he is not compatible with. As I said, I'm a fixer. Those I know is my business and keeping as many as I can for as long as I can is in my best interest. Nothing more. Nothing less. Anything else is my own nosiness."
Hearing about it, he gave a long sigh as he gleaned the image of said broker, "Oh, him. That guy really does like to push his luck doesn't he? Well, that's on him. Sure, I can be lippy when I want but I also have this thing called self-preservation. Probably would come in handy in these situations."
#{Dominicus Answers#he probably could dig into Caio#with just his ability#but because he is unfamiliar#it would take a while and it would exhaust him#so he wouldn't be able to defend himself#if Caio were to turn on him mid or after Dom doing so#so he'll be patient and go at it piece by piece#and certainly not go too loud about it
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