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You didn’t seem to hear him, you kept sobbing.

Frank pulls off the covers off you, and tries again.

“Y/n, baby you’re safe. You’re home, it’s Frank.” He shakes you harder.

You awake with a scream and stumble out of the bed. You’re unaware of your surroundings. You panic and put your head in between your knees pulling at your hair.

“No no no, Y/n,” Frank gets out of bed and runs around the bed to where you were. He gently crouches down in front of you.

“Baby can you hear me?” He genuinely asks, he wasn’t able to tell over your strained cries.

You start to shake your head. “Make it stop, make it stop please!” You look up to Frank and reach out to him.

Frank gently takes your hand and kisses it. He sits down in front of you. He places some hair behind your ear and sighs.

“Are you here baby?”

You sniff and nod. “I am. I’m sorry Frankie.”

“Nah baby don’t apologize. You’re were having another nightmare.”

You nod. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I’d rather be awake then have you go though this alone Y/n. Thank fuck you did.”

You try to nod, but your body wouldn’t move. You felt frozen and yet you felt like you needed to run away.

But Frank was here. He’ll keep you safe.

“C-can you hold me?” You cry out.

Frank nods silently and opens his arms. You all but collapse into his arms. Frank cocoons you in his massive arms.

He starts gently rocking back and forth. “You’re safe. You’re home. I’m here. We’re all safe.” He whispers in your ear.

You let yourself sob in his arms. Frank says nothing and holds you close to him as he could. The tears running down his bare chest bother him none.

Once the tears seemed to have stopped, you pull away and wipe your eyes. You wipe your tears off of frank with the sleeve of your sleep shirt. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Don’t care about a couple of tears on me.”

“Well I do. You’re too pretty for them Frank.”

Frank. “Nah I ain’t pretty, that’s all you.”

You smile at his words.

Frank kisses your head and asks if you wanted to talk about your nightmare.

You didn’t know. Would it even help at this point?

You shake your head. “I don’t know…”

Frank nods understandingly. “That’s alright baby. If you need my ear you let me know.”

You belive him. “Thank you Frank. Can we maybe, get back into bed?”

Frank nods. “Can I touch ya?” You nod, wondering what he meant.

Frank gently scoops you into his arms and gently deposits you on the bed.

You grab the covers and lay it over your legs. Frank slides in next to you.

Frank leans back against the headboard, allowing you to lean on him. You curl up together. Frank intertwines your hand with his.

“One day I’ll be able to tell you everything.” You say this as you trace Frank’s healing knuckles. You kiss his shoulder. “I promise.”

Frank gently turns your face to look at his. His eyes were honest and sincere. “You ain’t gotta tell me shit you don’t want to. It’s your story, you tell it when you’re ready Y/n. And I’ll be the first to listen.”

You lip wobbles at his words. “I just feel like you deserve to know, but there’s so much…”

Frank knew very little of the Red Room. Everything he knew came from you, and that was a small amount. He didn’t mind, but he wish he could help you more with your struggles.

“It’s bad Frankie. What they did to me.” You begin.

Frank takes a breath and lends an ear.

“You know they sterilized me?” You ask nonchalantly.

Frank shakes his head no. He feels rage within him. “Y/n I’m so sorry.”

“Never wanted kids, but they still took that from me. They took everything from me.” You wipe your eyes. “I’ve done terrible things Frank, all for them. I hate myself so much for those things.”

“Y/n whatever you’ve done, I promise i’ve done ten times worse.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well maybe.”

Franks smiles at your laugh. He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you for talking to me. That shit ain’t easy to carry around, let me help you carry it. You’re not alone Y/n.”

“I can’t make any promises, Frank but I’ll try. For you.”

“That’s all anyone can do, Y/n. I hope one day you can see how strong you are.”

You trace his jawline with your fingers. “Maybe with your help, I can.”

Remmick was ready to die. Seeing you undress in front of him made him leak in his trousers.

“What’s wrong Remmick? Do you like what you see?” You ask. You turn and let Remmick admire your body. He reaches out for the globes of your ass before he puts his hand down. He shouldn’t touch you yet.

You could hear his pulse under his skin, the sound of blood filling his head and you hum. You could tell he was going to be delicious. You swallow the drool that lined your mouth.

You walk up to him and stand in front of him. Remmick sat on your bed.

It was a quiet life, out in the woods. It was private, which is what you wanted. You could hunt and prey where and when you wanted, though you steered from innocents.

One night a man found your home. His curiousity was piqued.

You had chased him off fangs and all, he came back the next night.

He wasn’t frightened of you, this, you weren’t used to.

He was persistent, he wanted to know all about you, who you are, what you were.

He learned of your life, he fell harder.

His name was Remmick.

Now he was in your room, cock getting hard under your gaze.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Rem? You can’t go back…” You ask. You run your fingers through his brown hair.

He looks up at you and nods. “I am Y/n I need you. Please. Make me yours darling.”

You kiss his neck and Remmick moans. “Need you…” He whispers hoarsely.

“Lay down on the bed then.”

Remmick quickly obeys. He lays down and undoes his belt to get some relief.

You straddle him. You let your already wet cunt line up with his clothed cock.

“Look at you… my good boy.”

He whines at that. “Am I?”

You smile and lean down to kiss him. “Yes. You are.”

You begin to unbutton his white lined shirt and kiss his collarbones. You lick and Remmick gasps. His hands are shaking in the air, he don’t know where to place them. You place them on your hips. Remmick immediately grasps the fat on your hips and moans.

He moves his hips for any friction. You reach down and press on his hard cock and gently shush him. “Be patient Remmick, dear.”

You nuzzle your head against his as you remove his shirt. Remmick quickly removes his white tank. You run your hands up and down his chest. You bite your lip, he looked so bite-able.

“You’re so handsome like this, underneath me. I could eat you up.” You grind your hips on his.

Remmick gasps. He looks up at you, begging in his eyes. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to eat me Y/n? Please don’t. I quite like you.”

You give him a mischievous smile. “Maybe I will. You are so tempting.”

Remmick smiles at that.

You kiss him. Hard. He returns the favor. Your tongues dance, yours claims dominance. Remmick moans in your mouth.

You pull away from the kiss and undo the belt of his pants all the way and pull them down. He was wearing nothing underneath.

You raise a brow at him. Remmick shrugs.

You roll your eyes and eye his cock. It was thick and red, leaking with want. You moan softly as you wrap your hand around it. Remmick breathes in sharply. “Your hands! Agh-“

“Ssshhhh…” You say gently as you begin to stroke his cock. You sat back and enjoyed yourself, watching your lover squirm underneath you. He was getting desperate.

You feel the tip of his cock, you cover his head with pre-cum.

You suck some off your thumb. You smile at Remmick.

He throws his head back and breathes heavily. “You will be the death of me.”

“I plan to be.”

You maneuver down his lap. You lay on top his lap, his cock was now right in front of you.

You strike him harder. Small whimpers leave Rem. You soak them all up, you feel yourself get wet as well.

You kiss the tip of Remmick’s cock. He throws his head back and covers his mouth.

You begin to lick his head, twirling your tongue. Remmick’s breath hitches. Already he was coming undone.

You laugh to yourself you lower your head and slowly engulf all his cock in your mouth. Your nose touched his pelvis.

“Oh fuck!” Remmick screams out. He looks down at you and runs his hands through your hair. “Fuck you took all of me…”

You begin to bob your head slowly, swallowing too. The moans coming out of Remmick was the purest sound to you.

Your hand wrapped around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Curses come from Remmick. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He grabs you hair and starts directing your movements, slower and deeper. He eyes were closed in concentration. Sweat was already dripping down his face.

Your tongue tastes his slit, then goes back down and around again.

Remmick can’t stop the moans.

“Fuck Y/n, your mouth. You’re so good.”

You moan at the praise. Remmicks hand tightens in your hair, he pulls you off his cock.

He devours you in a kiss. He grabs your jaw, I won’t last much longer Y/n, I’m trying…”

“We aren’t even close to being done Rem…” You reply.

“Then let me be inside you. Please Y/n please let me fuck you.”

“Yeah? You want to fuck me Remmick? Is that it?”

Remmick bites his lip and nods. You smirk at him, note yet. Remmick groans and grinds up into you, begging softly.

You push yourself up and crawl seductively crawl up Remmick’s body licking a trail up his chest.

You wrap yourself around him, legs straddling him. You tease your ass on his cock. You feel it’s hardness lean up against you.

Remmick gasps and grabs your hips again. “Please Y/n ride me.” His blue eyes bore into yours. You smile and kiss his forehead.

You gently line Remmick’s cock up to your wet entrance.

Remmick starts to get antsy. He moves his hips desperate to be inside you. You shush him softly and sink down on his cock.

You both let out long moans. You felt so full of him, you were so tight around him.

“Oh god Y/n yes! Fuck! Ride me, fuck me!”

You begin to move your hips. Your cunt makes a disgusting wet noise and you bounce in Remmick.

He grunts out a trail of yes’s. He smacks your ass. “Give it to me, make me yours.” Remmick whispers into your ear.

“You already are mine.”

The room is filled with grunts and pleasure filled moans. It quickly got sweaty, the smell of sex in the air. Neither of you two cared.

Remmick feels his orgasm approaching. “Oh fuck, Y/n I’m-“ A groan cuts him off as you clench around him.

“Not yet Rem. Trust me.”

You bare your fangs. Your eyes turn a muted red. Remmicks breath speeds up.

He grabs your hips and fucks into you, you cry out, Remmick admires your fangs. He wants to lick them.

“Rem, are you ready? We don’t have to do this…” You remind him.

Remmick shakes his head rapidly. “No Y/n, m-ready, make me yours forever.”

You breathe out a nervous breath and place your lips against Remmicks neck. You taste his sweat and moan. You kiss his sweet spot.

Remmick’s mind feels blended together. The eroticism of this situation making him go into a haze. He feels you begin to lick his neck. A sudden wave of cold hits him. This was it.

You sink your fangs in.

You swallow what blood comes at first. You thought you would go easy on him at first.

Remmick’s moans get louder as you feed from him. He feels his eyes roll back in his head. The man can’t do anything but bleed out and fuck you sloppy.

His blood is sweet, like him. You dig your fangs deeper and bite. You’re changing him.

Remmick let’s out a scream as he comes deep inside you. He feels your tighten around him. He feels his soul leave his body.

Remmick suddenly goes limp. You look at him and peck his lips.

“You’ll be awake soon.” You kiss his forehead.

Soon was a lot quicker than you both thought.

Remmick wakes. His eyes match the red yours carry. His fangs are long and sharp. You feel his claws in your hips.

You smile at him, taking in his new look. “Hi” you say.

Remmick grins. “Hi baby.”

You move your hips, Remmick moans, still inside you. You feel his cum start to slowly drop out of you, rewetting Remmick’s cock.

“How are you feeling?

“I feel new… but I need something.”

“I know what you need.” You brush your hair over your shoulder and expose your neck.

Remmick gives you a worried look. “Are you sure?” His voice was harsher, accent somewhat stronger.

“You need to now Remmick, go ahead. I’m yours remember?”

“I know that but-“

“Just go slow for your first time. Trust me.

Remmick sighs and nods. He places his mouth at your neck and digs his fangs in.

You let out a moan at the pain. “Just like that Rem, yes!”

Remmicks hips begin to move, his cock gets hard again. His claws dig into your hips as his hips slap up against yours. Him feeding seemed to spur him on. He fucks you hard.

You were held in place by his strong arms and mouth. You couldn’t do anything but take it. You praise Remmick through moans and a scratchy voice

“Yes Rem! Please keep going!” You smile as your orgasm builds. Rem’s hips piston in and out of you.

Remmick groans and eats away at you. Your blood was like honey to him. You feel yourself getting lightheaded. “Rem…” You begin to rub your clit.

Remmick’s thrusts get sloppy. He was going to come again. His tongue was licking your wounds he gave you.

The reality of spending eternity with Remmick sets in completely. You rub your clit harder.

You finally come with a scream.

“Yes yes baby, come on me come on me,” Remmick lazily moans. He feels your cunt tighten and it sends him over the edge as well.

You both hold each other in a bloody, post-orgasm, mess. The sheets were stained with blood and cum. Neither of you cared.

You could the blood on your neck and face start to dry as you gaze into your lovers eyes. You run your hand through his sweaty curls.

“Thank you Y/n…” Remmick kisses your lips softly. His fangs still out, He cuts your lip on accident. You moan.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, this is exactly what I wanted.”

Rem smiles at you. A real smile, he pulls his fangs back. “I can’t believe i get to spend the rest of my life with you, it must be a blessing.”

“No Rem, it is fate.”

“Do you like it?” You spun in your dress. You had found it thrifting, you were surprised no one has bought it yet.

It was clearly supposed to be a wedding dress, it was plain but the lace and skirt caught your eye. It was a true diamond in the rough.

The dress looked almost identical to a dress on one of your romance novels, it was one Dwayne often looked at. The cut was low, there was a slit in the skirt, frills at the sleeves, it flowed beautifully.

“I’d like to see you in something like that.” he tapped the dress on the book cover.

“Really? I don’t know if i’ll look good as her in it…” You respond.

“No, you’d look better.” He grabbed you and sat you in his lap. “Look so pretty for me? Yeah? Chase you around in that dress?” Dwayne kissed your neck.

You smile and nod. “Yes Dwayne…”

Dwayne smiled and kissed you.

Dwayne bites his lip and nods. “Mmhmm. Love it baby.” His big hands trace up and down your figure. Dwayne lets out a moan.

You snicker. Guess you really do like it, big guy.” You say.

Dwayne kisses your neck and scrapes his fangs against your pulse. “Careful Y/n.”

“Thought you wanted this Dwayne… Wanted to take me… here and now?” You end with a sign song voice. Dwayne looks at you. His eyes were red.

He takes your hand and yanks towards the entrance of the cave.

“Where are we going?” You ask confused.

Dwayne helps settle you and your dress in the bike and gets on it himself. “We’re going for a ride.”

-

You breathing was getting heavy, your arms and legs were starting to ache as you ran through the forest as far as you could.

You rested behind a tree. You were sad your dress was now tarnished and ripped, but you knew the exact reason why you bought this dress, it wasn’t going to last long anyway.

A twitch my snaps. Dwayne. You could hear his heavy breathing.

“I know you’re here baby girl. Can smell your blood.” You hear him let out a big exhale.

Your heart started beating faster if possible and a rush ran through you. You smiles and bit your lip. You could run or you could stay here…

He was close judging by the sounds of his boots on the ground.

You decided to run…

You turn and look behind the tree, nothing there. Where was Dwayne?

This was it. As quietly as you could you stepped out. Nothing.

Suddenly a body was pressed behind yours, dragging you back against the tree, feeling you up and down, it was all so fast.

You calm a little as you realize it’s Dwayne.

His face is completely showing his vampire side. He was growling, he manhandled you up the tree, and turned you around.

“Did you like chasing me?” You stick your ass out, trying to tease him.

Dwayne growls. “You know I did.” He lifts up your dress and immediately touches your already wet pussy.

“I knew it. Could smell all of you.”

You let out a small mewl and nod. You rest an arm in front of your face so you could lean on it.

“Wonder what I should do with you.” Dwayne licks his fingers and runs them up and down your entrance. “Wonder if I should fuck you like this, or ravage you back at the cave.”

Your legs buckle at his words.

“Either way, no one will hear you.”

“Please Dwayne… here… now, please!” You cry out as Dwayne slides two fingers inside you. His thick fingers hold you there, you don’t dare move.

“Fine.” He begins fingering you hard. Your hands curled up and grasped at the bark. “Fuck me! Dwayne!”

He says nothing as he concentrates on you. He reaches his other hand over and finds your clit. The pads of his fingers gently rub. Your hands curled, you feel so close now…

Dwayne pulls away. You let out a groan of frustration, he merely laughs and sucks his fingers clean.

“You’re such an asshole,” you say.

“You love me.” Dwayne replies.

“Yes I do.” You turn around and face him. His eyes were red, he was drooling, fangs sharp. He almost didn’t look Dwayne.

“Need you,” Dwayne touches your breasts. He cups them and kneads them absolutely hypnotized by them.

“‘m all yours Dwayne.”

Dwayne nods taking in your cone sent and immediately unbuckles his belt. His throbbing cock was released and slapped against his stomach.

You feel warmth flutter in between your legs.

“Look what you fucking do to me.” Dwayne gasps out. He grabs you and kisses you. You moan as he sucks on your tongue.

“Feel what you do to me,” Dwayne whispers harshly. You immediately obey and grab his cock. Your whole hand couldn’t fit around it. You start moving up and down.

Dwayne snarls and distracts himself by kissing your neck. He leans his head against yours.

“That’s all you baby. Chasing you, that fucking dress, behind alone with you, here…”

You can’t help the smile on your face. You spit n you hand and bring it to Dwayne’s cock. His eyes flutter shut.

A few more strokes of your hand before he’s chanting a mantra of ‘I need you’.

He gently turns you around again and has you face the tree. You brace yourself with both hands.

A sudden ripping is heard throughout the dark forest as Dwayne rips up your skirt. You gasp at the cold air meeting your naked body.

“Dwayne!”

“Shut up.” He lines himself up behind you and slowly pushes in.

Dwayne slams his fist against the tree as your pussy takes him all in. You let out a high pitched moan.

“Shut up,” Dwayne says. He gives you two fingers to suck on. You take them greedily in your mouth.

Dwayne slaps your ass. “No panties? I swear baby girl. Gonna fuck you so good.”

“Wanted to look pretty for you…” you say, your brain now mush.

“Oh you did Y/n. You looked so pretty, my pretty girl, take it.” Dwayne’s hips find wrought deep pattern, only the sound of skin slapping and animalistic moans could be heard now.

Dwayne rips the rest of your dress up. He takes out his cock momentarily to turn you around again. He briskly grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist.

He grabs his cock and taps it in your clit twice before sliding back in again. You both cry out, not caring if anyone or anything could hear. You both needed each other.

You wraps your arms around him and he lifts you up as he fucks you againt the tree. He slides down the top of your dress and groans at the sight.

“Fucking look at you. My slut, mine!” He rests his fangs by those two scars. “Please let me…”

You nod, too fucked out to say yes. You wanted this though. Wanted Dwayne to give you everything and take anything.

Dwayne kisses your neck before he dives in. You try to throw your head back but Dwayne is holding you in place.

His thrusting becomes sloppier. You hear the loud slurps from the side of you. You were so wet now…

The pain of his fangs was almost jon existent. You let him feed on you as he takes what he wants. Dwayne kept on cursing while inside you.

“You’re so tight! Are you close?” He asks drool mixed with blood.

You nod, forehead now resting against his. “So close Dwayne.”

He find your clit and resumes his previous actions.

“Yeah you like that don’t you? My slut.”

You nod lightheaded, “Your slut.”

Dwayne feels you clench. Dwayne makes the bold decision and slaps your pussy. Twice.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. You grasp into Dwayne with everything you have.

Dwayne groans and pumps himself full of his cum as your pussy pumps around him. He almost loses his balance as he becomes lightheaded as well.

You both catch your breath. Dwayne holds you gently in his arms, againt the tree as your breath calms down, his cock still inside you.

You look up at him with a smile on your face. “Was that good?”

Dwayne kisses you softly. “Y/n that was amazing…” He finishes with a whisper. “Let’s do it again yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Dwayne laughs and slides his cock out of you. He helps you settle in the ground beneath you.

Unfortunately your dress was in shreds, so Dwayne gives you his long coat. You moan as you wrap it around yourself becoming covered in his scent.

“Love this coat.”

“Well I love you.” Dwayne kisses your forehead and lifts you up in his arms.

“Let’s go home. We’ll get you some food, then I’m not done with you yet.”

Dutch needed your help with this train robbery, but Micah…

Micah saw you as a threat. He had gotten to you first.

He warned you to not come on this robbery. A few more choice worlds were given.

“Nah, ya ain’t coming on this one. Don’t need ya there.”

“You do need me Micah. Trust me, you know I’m the fastest rider here.” You cleaned your gun while you talk. You took constant abuse from Micah, some days were easier than others.

You felt yourself grow uneasy as he inches in closer to your face. You step back, smelling the reek of his breath.

“You keep your ass here or I’ll out a bullet through it.”

Your heart drops. You stop cleaning your gun, you stopped moving.

You nod once at Micah and walk away with your gear.

You didn’t hear Micah’s sick laugh.

His words keep running through your head.

You sigh as you slam your hands down at the table. You immediately excuse yourself and go to your tent.

You feel your lungs heave as you close your tent behind you.

You told Dutch that Micah had threatened you.

Dutch shook his head, he had to nerve to call you lazy, he had said you don’t carry your weight. That he shoudlnt have taken to in, should’ve left you to die.

Your hands shake in lap as you sit on your cot. You lay down in it and curl up on your side.

You let yourself cry.

-

By the time you wake up, everyone was back.

You feel groggy as you sit up. You wipe at your eyes, still feeling heavy.

You hear that voice.

Arthur…

You exit your tent and see everyone around the campfire, Javier playing as usual.

You smile as you hear laughs, complaints about Pearson’s food, and merry singing.

You fill a bowl of stew for yourself and go to head back to your tent when Arthur calls for you.

“Y/n, come join us! I have a seat right here for ya!”

You freeze and turn, Arthur pats the log beside him, a soft smile on his face.

You silently take your seat by him. You eye Micah across the way, you stare him down as you start to eat your stew.

The rest of the evening is shared with stories, of regret, of amusement, of sadness. You stay silent the whole time. You laughed when others laughed, but it wasn’t a real laugh.

It never reached your eyes, Arthur thought.

He noticed. He always did. You know he did too. That’s what made yours and Arthur’s relationship so hard.

You feel like you could tell him anything, but you say nothing, only for him to figure it out later.

But he listens to you. He’s the only one to offer you extra rations, he’s the only one to offer to go hunting with you, and the only one you trust your horse with, besides Charles maybe.

You leave the fire. It was time for you to leave now. You felt it.

“Come on L/n don’t be like that!” Micah yells out drunkenly. You flinch at his voice and fold your arms as you walk back to your rent.

You hear someone get up and follow you, but the hair you recognized it was Arthur.

“Fuck ‘em real good Morgan!” Micah cackles. You flinch again. You hate that man.

“Keep your mouth shut, Micah!” John says.

You smile a little at that. You ignore anything else that comes out of Micah’s mouth.

Arthur walks with you to your tent. You let him in.

He sighs as he watches you sit down.

“How did today go?” You ask, meeting Arthur’s blue eyes.

He shrugs. “Coulda gone better. You shoulda been there, needed ya.”

You nod and grimace.

“Well you can thank Micah for me not being there,” you pick at your nails.

“What’d he do?”

You look Arthur dead in the eyes. “He threatened to kill me if I went on this robbery. I don’t know if he meant it, I never know with that man.”

Arthur feels his heart drop. “He what? Does Dutch know?!” His voice is raised, but not at you. Never at you.

You nod. “Dutch threw me aside too.” You look at your hands.

Arthur feels himself grow angry, how dare they. Rage ignites inside Arthur. He had half a mind to go beat the shit out of Micah and let Dutch get some too.

He sees how you shy away from him. Arthur hates it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong Arthur. I do pull my weight I feel, but i feel so alone surrounded by all of you, i… I fuckin’ hate it.” You wrap your arms around yourself.

Arthur sits down beside you and gently pats your leg. You give him a small smile.

“You’re the strongest out of all of us Y/n. I know you won’t belive when i say that.

“You’re right, I don’t believe that.”

“But you are,” Arthur looks at you, worry etched on his expressions. “You may be a little shy but who gives a damn? Ain’t hurtin’ nobody.”

You nod, taking in Arthur’s kind words. You say nothing back, but appreciate the company.

You need to know that you are wanted here Y/n. We need you here, you keep everyone together, we have our spats yeah but, you keep us sane.”

“I feel like i’m going insane,” you say, rubbing your temples.

Arthur laughs. “Well i’ll be right there with ya, how bout that?”

You look at him, and smile. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

Arthur pulls you in close for a moment. You take in his strong scent, letting it engulf you.

You lean against his string frame. “Thank you Arthur. For everything you do. For me and this gang.”

“No need to thank me Y/n.” He releases his arm around you.

“Wanna go huntin’ tomorrow?” Arthur asks.

“Can we?” You reply, your heart leaping at the thought.

“Course we can, I’m all yours tomorrow.” Arthur laughs.

“Can we hunt down Ditch and Micah while we’re at it?”

“You know we’ll be doing that tomorrow. I’ll put em both in Pearson’s stew, maybe it’ll taste good then.”

You cant hold back the laugh that creeps up on you. You lean your head on Arthur’s shoulder as you let it out. It felt good to laugh.

You take your head away as you calm down, Arthur gets up and stands at the entrance of your tent, he straightens his hat and clears his throat.

“Don’t be a stranger Y/n. We want ya here.”

You sigh and look down at your feet. “Dutch needed me. I couldn’t keep going to school and helping here at the same time. It’s alright though. Though I do miss it.”

“How long have you danced for?”

“For as long as I could remember. My mother was a dancer as well.”

Charles smiles at this. He loves hearing about you. You were still such a mystery to him. His heart swelled upon hearing your words.

“Did you love it?”

“I did.”

-

You hear a figure approach you. You deduce it was Charles by his gait, gentle but strong.

“Y/n…”

You finish folding the blanket, and set it on your cot.

“Hello Charles, it’s good to see you.” You reach out touch his shoulder gently.

“I have something for you.” Charles holds his hands behind him.

“What is it?” You ask titling your head. “Don’t make me guess!”

“Well I’ll give you a hint. Paper.”

“Oh no, do I have a wanted poster now?”

Charles chuckles at this. “No nothing like that-i-here…” He holds out an envelope towards you.

You take it gently and slide it open. Two tickets fall out. You inspect them.

“8:00 PM… Spring Ballet… Saint Denis…”

Charles smiles as the puzzle pieces fit in your head.

You felt like you could cry. “Charles can we go?” You whisper.

“Only if you’ll have me.”

You wipe your eyes and let out a laugh. “There’s no one else I’d go with. Thank you!” You throw your arms around him.

Micah makes an off handed comment but it goes ignored by the both of you.

Charles pulls away and places his hands on his shoulders. “Wear your best tonight. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

-

You take your seat, you fan yourself as you hear the orchestra tune their instruments. You look wide eyes around theater. It was beautiful.

You feel Charles place his hand over yours. He squeezes it once. You both meet eyes and smile at eavch other.

“Thank you again Charles.” You run your knuckle gently over his cheek. Charles looked very dapper in his suit.

“You’re welcome Y/n.”

“I hate to ask but how..?”

“Dutch pulled some strings.” Charles replies.

“I’ll thank him sometime later. Right now I just want to be here with you.”

Charles takes your gloved hand and kisses it softly, a gentle smile on his face.

The orchestra silences, and the curtains draw. You gasp as you see the dancers.

The whole night you were mesmerized by their movements, the beauty in costumes. You felt yourself get emotional. How you missed it.

You let yourself cry during the intermission.

“Y/n?”

You hear Charles whisper beside you.

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. You just miss it don’t you?” Charles asked.

You nod. You dab at your eyes with your kerchief.

“Maybe you can teach me what you know.” Charles suggests.

You can’t help but laugh at the idea of Charles doing pointe.

“I’ll teach you a little. It’s quite hard, ballet.” You say.

“I like a challenge.” He smiles as your tears start to fade away.

-

“Alright so this is first position.”

Dutch stops and looks towards your tent upon hearing your voice. He sees yours silhouette standing in front of Charles’.

He folds his arms as he watches as you got through the feet and arm positions, Charles following beautifully.

“You two having fun in there?” Dutch cries out, laughing.

“Yes Dutch! Thank you!” You shout out as you correct Charles’ arms.

Dutch shakes his head laughing as he walks away. Money well spent.

“Hush baby, don’t move.” Eric’s hands were cold againt your warm body. His fingers sent electricity through you.

You feel the energy coming off Eric after his live performance. He was sweaty, his iconic white and black makeup was a bit runny. He had played his heart out, with you in the front row.

Eric had often made eye contact with you and would smile. He was playing truly from the heart and for you.

He pushes you back into the couch that was backstage.

“Eric-ngh, your hands!” You try to shove him away, his hands were going up and down your legs, up underneath your skirt.

“Shhh,” he ignores you pleas. His fingers find your belt and undoes it. “Need you.” He slides your leather skirt up around your hips.

You bite your lip as Eric realizes you had not worn any underwear.

“For me baby?” Eric leans his head againt your stomach and looks up at you.

“Yeah, just for tonight. Thought it would be fun.” You gasp as his fingertips find your clit.

“There we go,” Eric settles in and and kitten licks your clit. “I love it. It’s very fun.”

You gasp and grab his hair. His long tongue is flat against your wet cunt now. Eric moans low in his throat.

He sucks around your clit, alternating between licking and biting slightly.

“Oh fuck Eric yes!” You cry out tightening your grip on his hair.

Eric sucks on his pointer and middle finger and looks deep into your eyes. “You want my hands baby? Yeah?” He tilts his head.

You can’t do anything but nod. You situate yourself more comfortably on the couch and spread your legs more.

“Please? I’ve been good!” You beg.

“I know baby, I know you have been.” He slides them in. You feel so full already, and they weren’t inside you all the way.

You can’t hide the moan that Eric brings out of you.

Eric’s dark eyes are hypnotized by the sight of you absolutely submitting to him. Your legs being spread was for him, and only him.

“That’s my girl.”

He speeds his fingers up. The wet squelching was loud, neither of you cared. Your moans mixed with it beautifully Eric thought.

His fingers twist and curl, driving you insane. He finds that spot and you jerk up and let out a silent moan.

“That’s it baby right there!” Eric praises. He speeds up his hands, keeping a steady pattern. Your chants of ‘yes’ like music to his ears.

“More, want more!” You cry out. “Please Eric?” You look at him with wide, wet eyes.

Eric answers by latching back into your clit. He devours you as he fingers you. Your brain felt like it was slowly turning to mush. But each swipe of that spot seemed to jump start your body again.

“So good baby,” you praise. You look at your rockstar. Him on his knees in front of you, eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

His fingers were wet. Eric slurps up your wetness. “Taste so good.”

Eric’s mouth let’s go of your cunt and he plays with your clit with his thumb. “Like that?”

You nod. “Just like that yes!”

“Good girl,” Eric praises. “Taking me so well, yeah?”

You nod. Eric reaches up to your mouth with his other free hand and taps your mouth gently. You open and suck on his fingers greedily.

“Need something in your mouth don’t you?”

You nod lazily. A familiar burn starts to grow. You were going to come soon.

“Keep going,” you mumble over his fingers. “Please.”

“Yeah? Right there? That’s the spot isn’t it baby?” Eric asks. He kisses your nose, like a peck.

“Yes please! Fuck!” You slam your hand down on the couch. Eric takes his fingers out of your mouth. You whine at the loss.

“Hush.”

You whine and throw your head back, taking his fingers deep in you.

Eric’s concentration was now on making you come. He’ll do it. He’ll make you come so good. He speeds up his fingers, quickly sliding a third finger in.

“Fuck! Eric, fuck me that’s so good!” You felt drool begin to fall from the side of you mouth. You didn’t care to wipe it off.

“Yeah like it baby girl? Gonna be good and come for me?” Eric asks, his voice was commanding and firm now.

You were so close now. “I want to, I want to come for you. Please let me come!”

“Come baby girl!” He takes his hand out and slaps your clit a few times for good measure.

“Oh fuck Eric!”

You didn’t even know what was happening, your orgasm was stronger than most this time. You feel a release like none other.

Eric watches as you squirt all over his fingers. He gasps and fingers you through your orgasm. He hums as you start to come down from your high.

Eric rubs your clit a few times for good measure and kisses your clit. “So good for me.”

You whine as you finally catch your breath. “S-sorry, didn’t know that was-could happen… fuck…”

“it’s okay Y/n c’mere.” Eric kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue, you moan into his mouth.

You lean into Eric’s hand cradling your face. His makeup was a mess now. Droplets were cleaning the makeup off his face. No thanks to you.

“You okay Y/n?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, that was just… wow.” You laugh. “Feel bad for making a mess though.” You can’t stop staring at the way Eric is looking at you. He looked like he was laughing.

“Wait-why are you laughing? Don’t laugh at me!”

“Oh no baby no, I’d never laugh at you.” Eric kisses yiu again. “I just… my makeup, it got all over you. He begins to wipe your mouth off, you both start laughing.

“Did you make a big mess too? All over me?” You ask smiling. You knew he did, but you didn’t care.

Eric nods. “Yeah. Big mess.”

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