#smithandrogers

“Oh, I had no idea you were so much fun.”

“Let’s see if you’re still saying that later.” You picked up your cards and looked at him over them.

“I’ll be saying the same thing later and you’ll be slightly less dressed.” He tipped his glass at you before finishing the whiskey in his glass.

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A few hands later and you sat fully dressed, except for your shoes, across from a shirtless Javier. You had enjoyed watching the confidence drain from his eyes with each hand you played.

“Are you losing on purpose, Javier?” you asked with a smile.

“You think I’d do this on purpose when I had the chance to see you without your clothes on,” he replied, placing his cards on the table as he shook his head. He groaned and rubbed at his eyes.

“Uh oh...another losing hand. You know what that means.” You eyed him expectantly.

“Come on...” he sighed.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy all of the sudden.” You sat back. Javier stood with a groan. “You only have to take off your pants. Your underwear will save you from being completely naked.” You pouted.

“Uh...I’mnotwearingunderwear,” he said quickly.

“What?”

“I’m not wearing underwear, okay?” He looked down and you did too.

“Oh...” You bit your lip and looked up into his eyes. “Go ahead and sit down.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down. “Why couldn’t we just have played for money?”

“I’m enjoying this more,” you admitted. Surprisingly, the next hand you played you lost.

“Oh, thank God,” Javier breathed. He watched intently as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“Good thing I wore a bra today,” you joked and Javier scoffed. He was still staring at you and you had to look away. “What?”

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly.

“You’re just saying that because my shirt is off,” you told him.

“No, I’m not. I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I just like seeing you outside of work, relaxed and smiling. Comfortable.” He smoked another cigarette and you smiled shyly.

“Would you be saying any of this if my shirt wasn’t off?” you asked.

“Yes. You just...never gave me the chance to. I understand why so don’t worry about explaining, but I’d like it if we did this more often,” he said.

“Play strip poker?”

“Yes...no...I mean...just spend time together. Outside of work. If you’re okay with that.” He looked at you nervously.

“I think we can do that.” You smiled at him and placed your cards on the table. “I win.”

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You’d been awestruck the moment you first saw her after John had brought her back to camp, only for her to run and be dragged back by Arthur. Even dirty, tired, and mussed up, she was still beautiful. Dark black hair and tan skin that, to you, looked like amber as the light of the campfire glowed over her skin. A scar over her eye that only made her more beautiful and mysterious. Elaine drew the attention of everyone who saw her, man or woman. 

As the days had gone on, Elain almost grew more mysterious, not less. Apparently she spoke practically every language in existence, was part of some organization, or rather she used to be but now was on the run. She talked often about her travels, places you’d heard of but honestly had kind of believed were make-believe. She had a sword for gods sake. This woman was something you’d never seen before, and you were smitten. 

Neither Arthur nor John had kept quiet in their praises of her fighting skills. The fact that they even admitted that they were pretty much useless compared to them only furthered the mystery of the woman. 

You had it bad for her, you knew. Numerous times one of the other girls had caught you staring at her from across the camp. If only they knew how many times you’d caught yourself doing it and looked away before anyone else noticed. 

Your infatuation was only made worse by her present. She’d brought something back from Saint Denis for all the girls. You’d simply asked for a new hat, seeing as yours was falling apart. You expected just a simple straw hat of some kind. You were speechless when you saw what she’d gotten you. 

The hat was beautiful, wide brimmed to keep the sun off your face, but not massive like the ladies of the big cities would wear. You weren’t sure of the style. Maybe gambler or cutter or... well you didn’t know hats well enough to know the style. But it was suitable for your lifestyle, good for working and riding. Tucked in the band around it was a small accessory. You recognized the handy work of the local trapper. Not only had she bought you a hat, but she’d gone and bought you a beautiful hat accessory as well.

“I knew that would compliment your lovely face,” She said, smiling as you reverently put the hat on your head. It fit perfectly. You felt yourself flush, and you smiled at her, still unable to form words. The two of you stood there in silence as you gaped, trying to form some sort of words. 

“Come on now,” Abigail said in a motherly voice, barely hiding her amusement. “What do we say when someone does something nice for you?” She encouraged. The other girls giggled. 

“Th-thank you, Miss North,” You stammered. Elaine gave you a beautiful smile, and you thought you might faint. 

“You’re welcome,” She said. “But please, I’ve told you, call me Elaine.” 

“R-right. Thank you, Elaine.” You said, fingering the brim of your hat. Elaine smiled. As she turned to leave, to hand out the rest of her presents from Saint Denis, her fingers brushed against yours. 

Wait... could she... did she like you too? She had gone to all this extra trouble for you after all. Yes, she bought others gifts. But it seemed she’d gone out of her way to get you something you’d treasure. And that smile she’d given you... and the way her fingers brushed yours...

No. It had to be wishful thinking. Elaine was beautiful and mysterious and strong and intelligent. She’d never go for some country outlaw girl like you. Not when she could have any man in the world at her beck and call. 

But still, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, she put a little more thought into your gift than the other ladies. The rest of the day you couldn’t get her out of your mind as you scrubbed Sean’s suspiciously stained undergarments. 

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A few days later, you miraculously found yourself with some free time on your hands. There weren’t many chores that needed doing, and even Mrs. Grimshaw had to admit that she was just giving you busy work at this point. She eventually relented and gave you ladies the rest of the day to yourselves. 

The other girls had convinced John and Lenny to accompany them and Jack into town for a day out of camp. You’d elected to stay behind, more than ready to just have a peaceful, lazy day. You lounged under a tree, watching the clouds above and fiddling with grass, straw, dandelions, whatever your fingers idly found. 

It was nice to let your mind just turn off and watch the clouds roll by, day dreaming about a peaceful life for you all, where you could stay free, but maybe find a more legal way to do so. Dutch always talked of such grand plans. You hoped whatever they involved, you could one day get off of laundry duty. You’d run away from home to avoid becoming a housewife, but you sure as shit felt like one most days. 

Maybe you could raise horses, train them, show them. Or maybe you’d have a little garden, growing herbs galore. Maybe you’d tan pelts and sell them. You weren’t sure. You had a sinking suspicion that if you all did manage to find your little quiet corner of the world, you’d likely end up in the kitchen cooking like you were now. But it was nice to imagine at least. 

You were pulled from your daydreams by your name being called from across camp. You propped yourself up on your elbows, and your heart stopped when you saw Elaine striding toward you, her high-waisted trousers making her legs look deliciously long, an elegant, confident sway to her hips...

“You busy?” She asked as she approached. You shook your head. 

“We got all our chores done early today. Most of the others went off into town but I decided to stay behind and relax,” You said. 

“Would you like to go out riding with me?” She asked. You glanced around, wondering where Arthur was. He was usually the one to go riding with her. You saw him sitting in his tent. Why wasn’t she asking him? You pulled your attention back to Elaine, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

“Sure,” You said, putting your hat back on and pulling yourself to your feet, brushing your skirt off. “We going on a job or somethin’ like that?” 

“Something like that,” She said vaguely, smiling at you. “Come on. Saddle up.” She said. You paused. 

“Oh...” You hesitated. “I don’t have a horse,” You said quietly. Your horse had been your best friend for some years now. But you’d loaned him to Jenny for the Blackwater heist, and he’d died when she had. You hadn’t had the money, nor the heart to replace him. 

“I’m sorry,” Elaine said gently, clearly reading your somber expression. You shook it off, giving her what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

“It was just a horse,” You tried to brush it off, though you could see Elaine didn’t buy into it. “I’ll see if I can borrow someone else's.” 

“Why don’t you just ride with me?” Elaine suggested. “Ontario’s certainly big enough to carry both of us.” She pointed out. You smiled and nodded. 

“Okay,” you said, mood lightening some at the prospect of riding with Elaine, arms wrapped around her waist, pressed up against her strong back...

“Come on then,” She said. The two of you walked side-by-side to where Ontario was grazing alongside the other horses. He whickered when he saw the two of you approaching. You’d seen him be stubborn, but you knew he was just a big softy. You pulled out a sugar cube from your satchel and fed it to him. He whuffed over your hand in gratitude. 

Elaine launched herself into the saddle, then steered Ontario up alongside a rock, so that you could pull yourself onto his rear. Once you were settled on his rump, hands resting respectfully on Elaine’s waist (despite you wanting to wrap them around her tightly,) Elaine pushed Ontario into a smooth canter out of camp. 

The two of you followed the trail down towards the river. Elaine took a left, following the river toward the lake. The two of you rode in friendly silence for a little ways, just enjoying the sounds of nature. 

“So, what’s this job?” You asked as you rounded a corner and the lake came into view. 

“Oh, I never said there was a job,” Elaine teased. “You inferred that on your own. I simply asked if you wanted to go out on a ride with me.” 

“Then what are we doing out here?” You asked, a slight laugh in your voice. 

“What, I can’t just want to spend time with a pretty lady?” Elaine flirted back. You breath caught in your throat. Before you could respond, a harsh laugh caught your attention. Ahead of you, a wagon lay blocking the trail. Two men in green bandanas stood on either side of it. O’Driscolls.

“Lookie here, gents,” One of the men laughed, “A couple of wee mouses. Now we can have some fun,” His Irish accent made the words sound pretty, but the meaning sent shivers up your spine. You glanced to your left, then your right. More O’Driscolls on either side. You were surrounded. 

“Off the horse, ladies,” Another man called, waving his gun at you. Elaine turned her head to look at you and nodded. You trusted her. If she was half as good as John and Arthur said she was, you weren’t in any danger. You weren’t exactly damsel in distress material either. 

You slowly slipped off the horse, allowing yourself to stumble and fall to one knee. You quickly pulled your secret weapon from your boot, hiding up your coat sleeve without anyone noticing. The nearest O’Driscoll grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, holding you close to stop you from getting away. He reeked of shitty moonshine and body odor, and you had to stop yourself from gagging. 

“Hey, I know who you are,” One of the O’Driscolls called as Elaine dismounted. “You’re that Van der Linde girl everyone’s kickin’ such a fuss up over.” 

“You’re a Van der Linde mouse, huh?” The man crooned in your ear. “Well that means we can have some extra fun.” He murmured. 

“What can I do for you Gentlemen?” Elaine asked. She glanced around. “And I use that term lightly.” The man who seemed to be in charge barked a laugh. 

“You think you’re in any position to be making smart-ass remarks?” He asked, “‘specially when Seamus is becoming so... familiar with your friend there?” The man holding you had wrapped an arm around your middle and was sniffing your hair. Elaine’s expression darkened when she saw that. You gave her what you hoped was a reassuring look. You could stand men being creepy for a minute, so long as she got you both out of this alive. Elaine seemed to get the message. 

“That’s better, little mouse,” The man sneered, stepping toward Elaine. “Wouldn’t want your friend to get hurt now, would you? You see, Colm wants you brought to him. Dead or alive he doesn’t really care. But he has no interest in one of Van der Linde’s whores. Your friend could go with minimal damage.” the man holding you chuckled in your ear, and you grit your teeth. Yeah. Minimal damage. You sincerely doubted it. 

“So...” Elaine hesitated. “I go with you, and she walks free?” she asked. 

“Free as a bird. She can flit back to Dutch and his boys, ready to whore another day.” He said. Elaine turned back to look at you, eyes narrowing slightly. You nodded ever so slightly. You were both ready to jump into action. You were just waiting for her move. 

“Well, how can I refuse such an offer?” Elaine asked, stepping toward the man. He grinned and reached for her hand. She grabbed his wrist and swung him down into the dirt. You heard his nose crack as it broke, and he went limp as he fell unconscious immediately. 

You spun in your captors grasp, knife slipping from your sleeve into your hand. You lifted your arm and brought the knife down on the mans neck, twisting to make sure you hit your target. You were greeted with a stream of blood when you removed your knife. Perfect. 

You sprinted into the trees, knowing that armed with only knives, you were a sitting duck if you couldn’t get something to cover your back. You slid in the dirt, back slamming against a large boulder as you turned to face the road. 

The O’Driscolls had recovered from their original shock, and were engaged in a firefight with Elaine, who had ducked behind the wagon that was blocking the road. You pulled a throwing knife from your other boot and with a flick of your wrist, downed one of the O’Driscolls. You may not be the best gunslinger in the world, but you were damn good with your knives. You downed two more before something tackled you from the left, pinning you to the forest floor. 

Another slimy O’Driscoll towered over you, holding you down. You squirmed underneath him, trying desperately to throw off his balance, but he stayed steady, holding you firmly in place. You didn’t like the way he was grinning at you one bit, and the hand that was holding your shoulder came to your neck, fingers ready to squeeze. 

With a scream of rage you brought your knife up, stabbing blindly. Your arm jarred as your knife stopped suddenly, knife getting stuck in one of the man’s ribs. He let out a cry of pain, but didn’t let you go, resting his weight on your neck. You coughed and gasped as you felt your airway beginning to constrict, but before he could start to do any real damage, he collapsed on top of you. 

You lay beneath the man, panting, unsure of what had happened. You were aware of warm blood trickling over your shoulder. It was then that you caught a glimpse of the bullet wound on the side of his head. Someone’d shot him.

With a grunt, you rolled him off of you, sitting up. You could still hear at least two gunshots, so Elaine was still fighting with some of the O’Driscolls, but you didn’t doubt it was her who’d saved your life, though you couldn’t quite spot her or the assailants. 

You grabbed your knife and tugged, finally pulling it free from where it was stuck in the man’s ribs before ducking behind a tree. You saw one of the O’Driscolls that was fighting Elaine perched behind a crate, facing away from you, toward the wagon. Grabbing your last throwing knife, you tossed it at his head, hitting your mark perfectly. 

There was one last shot from Elaine, then silence. You waited, still behind that tree. But it seemed the fighting was over. You heard Elaine call your name, and you breathed a sigh of relief that she was okay. 

“I’m here. I’m okay,” you called, stepping out from behind the tree. You located the three men who had died by your throwing knives and retrieved them. Elaine came around the side of the wagon. Her face paled as she took in your appearance, and she hurried over to you. 

“Oh my god, where are you hurt?” She asked worriedly, looking you over. You glanced down at your blood-soaked dress. 

“Oh. It’s not mine,” You assured her. “I’m fine. Just some scrapes and bruises.” Elaine bit her lip, not quite looking convinced. 

“Come on. Let’s get out of here and get cleaned up.” She suggested, whistling for Ontario. She pushed you up onto his rump before climbing up in front of you and galloping away. 

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You rode down to the lakeside, hidden from the road by the trees. Elaine had dragged you out into the water, helping you scrub away the blood. As it washed away, it became clear that you were right, and none of the blood was yours. Elaine seemed to deflate with relief. You felt a warm feeling your stomach at the thought that she’d been so worried for you. 

Once you’d washed the blood from your skin, and as much as you could from your dress, the two of you had gone to shore to dry off. You carefully cleaned your knife as you did. 

"Where'd you get that?" Elaine asked, looking at the knife in your hands. 

"Family heirloom. Supposed to go to my brother but I stole it when I left home."

"No, I mean where were you hiding it?" 

"Oh. My boot." You said, drying it off and lifting the hem of your skirt. Tucked into your boot was a little sheath for the dagger. You slipped it back in. "I've got some throwing knives in the other boot," you said, turning and showing her the bundle of throwing knives. "And a hunting knife in my garter." You added, lifting up your skirt to show Elaine the holstered hunting knife tucked into your garter. Elaine whistled.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" She chuckled. You felt your face heat up. You shrugged, quickly looking away to hide your blush.

"Guess I learned a few times, better to keep armed than be caught without." You chuckled. You glanced over at Elaine to find her staring at you. “What, you thought I’d run with the infamous Van der Linde gang and not know how to fight?” You laughed. She shook her head. 

“No. I knew you all likely had secret strengths like that,” She said. “I’m just glad I got to witness you in action.” She said. “You’re really good with your knives. I saw you down those men.” 

“Well, that one man would have had me if you hadn’t shot him,” You said, fiddling with your skirt, unused to praise. “Thanks for that, by the way. I’d probably be dead if it weren’t for you.” She was quiet for a moment. 

“Well we can’t have that,” She said. You jumped in surprise, but didn’t pull away when you felt her fingers come up to your cheek, pushing a stray hair out of your face. You glanced over at her, giving her a shy smile. She grinned back, tilting her head slightly to admire you better. 

“N-no I suppose not,” You stammered. “I very much enjoy being alive.” What the hell were you even saying?! How did this woman turn you to mush so quickly. With her... muscular arms and warm eyes and plump lips. Lips that were slowly moving closer to yours. Or were yours moving closer to hers? 

You sucked in a breath through your nose as your lips met hers, automatically melting into the kiss. You weren’t entirely sure you weren’t dreaming, or dead and in heaven, but you weren’t going to question it, or ruin it. You were here, on the beach with Elaine, looking over the lake as the sun touched the mountains to your right. 

Elaine’s hand came up to cup your face, and you scooted closer, fingers carding through her beautiful dark hair as you leaned closer, kissing her more eagerly, sloppily. Elaine’s lips kept a calm pace, gently reining you in some, and the kiss once again returned to something sweet and soft. 

favorite vehicle. do they prefer cars or motorcycles?

.... ncart trains.

she has a motorcycle of her own, but she’s really just not fond of being behind the wheel of a car.

favorite food

mac n cheese. she’s spent more money than she’d like to admit at mac n cheezus....

favorite drink

coffee.

as for alcohol? vodka, mostly.

favorite song

okay don’t tell johnny but

she really loves samurai’s stuff, and... pretty much anything that sounds like them

favorite type of weather

she’s a sucker for a good thunderstorm!

favorite radio station

morro rock and radio vexelstrom!

favorite pastime