ollie

the dust of the trail settled around your boots as you tugged on the reins, bringing your mare to a halt beside abby's larger frame.

the sun was a brutal, unrelenting eye in the sky, baking the dirt and sagebrush until the whole world smelled like heat and dry grass.

you fanned your face with the brim of your hat, letting out a little sigh.

"abby, honey, i'm meltin'," you whined, your voice carrying that sweet, drawling lilt that always seemed to make her jaw tighten.

you batted your lashes at her from under the shadow of your hat. "can't we find a creek or somethin'? my skin's gonna turn to leather."

abigail anderson, the sheriff of silver creek, sat ramrod straight in her saddle.

her shirt was stretched tight over her broad shoulders, a silver star pinned to her chest, and her expression was carved from the same stone as the mountains in the distance.

she cut you a sideways glance, her blue eyes sharp.

"we ain't on a picnic, sweetheart," she said, her voice a low rumble. "we're trackin' a ghost."

you pouted, nudging your horse closer to hers. "i know. but we've been out here for hours. my thighs are chafin'."

a flicker of something—amusement, maybe—softened the hard line of her mouth for half a second. "should've worn your ridin' pants instead of the ones with the fringe."

"but these are pretty," you protested, looking down at the soft, suede-like material decorated with intricate beadwork and swaying fringe. "and they make my ass look good. you said so yourself."

abby just shook her head, but you saw the tips of her ears turn a little pink.

you were about to push further, maybe offer her a sip from your canteen in exchange for a kiss, when she pulled her horse to a dead stop.

her hand went to the rifle holstered on her saddle.

"shh," she breathed, her entire body going still and alert.

you followed her gaze. down in the gully, a lone figure was leading a horse, favoring one leg. the horse was a beautiful, stolen-looking black stallion, and the person… the person had a shock of auburn hair that was unmistakable even under the grime of a long ride.

your breath hitched. "is that…?"

"ellie williams," abby finished, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl. she swung off her horse with a practiced grace that belied her size, landing silently in the dust. "stay here."

"like hell i will," you whispered back, scrambling down from your own horse. you weren't as graceful as abby.

you stumbled a little, your boots scuffing against a rock—but you were fast.

you pulled your own pistol, a pearl-handled revolver that matched the shiny buttons on your blouse.

abby shot you a look that could curdle milk, but she didn't argue.

she didn't have time. ellie had heard the scuffle. she was turning, her hand flying to the gun at her hip.

"sheriff anderson," ellie drawled, a cocky, insolent grin spreading across her dirt-smudged face.

she was younger than you, maybe a year or two, with sharp eyes the color of a summer storm and a mouth that looked like it was born to talk back. "fancy meetin' you out here. you lost?"

"you're under arrest, williams," abby said, her voice flat and cold as she leveled her rifle. "for the bank in red rock. for the stagecoach job near fort smith. for bein' a general pain in my ass."

ellie laughed, a bright, reckless sound. "you'll have to catch me first." she moved, a blur of motion, but she was limping. her ankle twisted on a loose stone and she went down hard, her gun skittering out of reach.

in a second, abby was on her. she flipped ellie onto her stomach, one knee planted in the small of her back, and yanked her wrists together. ellie struggled, bucking and swearing.

"get off me, you big ox!" ellie snarled, her face pressed into the dirt.

abby cuffed her, the metal clicking shut with a satisfying finality. "that's 'sheriff ox' to you."

you holstered your pistol, a giddy thrill running through you. "we got her! we actually got her! abby, we're gonna be heroes!"

you bounced over to them, crouching down to get a good look at the infamous outlaw. she was even prettier up close, in a feral, dangerous sort of way. her hair was a tangled mess, and there was a fresh cut on her cheekbone.

"well, hello there, darlin'," you cooed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. ellie flinched away from your touch, glaring up at you with pure venom.

"who's the doll?" ellie spat, looking at abby. "your wife? you bring your wife to work, sheriff?"

"she's my deputy," abby said, hauling ellie to her feet. ellie stumbled, her injured ankle giving out, and she ended up leaning heavily against abby's solid frame.

the outlaw was flushed, embarrassed by her own weakness.

"a deputy?" ellie scoffed, her eyes raking over you from head to toe. "what's she deputize you to do? look pretty and slow me down?"

you just smiled, a slow, sweet smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

you stepped closer, close enough to smell the sweat and dust and leather on her. "oh, i can do a lot more than look pretty, bunny."

ellie's eyes widened slightly at the pet name. "don't call me that."

"why not?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper. "you're caught. all tied up. just a little bunny in a trap."

abby watched the exchange, her jaw tight. "enough. we're takin' her back to town. now."

the journey back was tense. ellie was silent for a long while, just glaring at the back of abby's head.

you rode beside her, keeping a loose hold on the lead rope attached to her cuffs.

the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.

"you're gonna hang me?" ellie finally asked, her voice quiet, losing some of its bravado.

abby didn't look back. "that's the judge's call. but i'd say the odds ain't in your favor."

ellie was quiet again. you saw her shoulders slump slightly. she was just a kid, you thought. a mean, ornery kid who'd made a lot of bad choices.

we made camp by a narrow, sluggish river when the stars came out. abby built a fire while you tended to the horses.

ellie sat with her back against a tree, her hands still cuffed in front of her. you brought her a tin cup of coffee and a piece of hardtack.

she looked at the offering with suspicion. "what's the catch?"

"no catch," you said, sitting down across from her. "you gotta eat."

she took the cup, her fingers brushing yours. they were rough, calloused. she took a sip and grimaced. "this is shit."

"abby makes it shit," you agreed with a little laugh. "i tried to teach her, but she likes it strong enough to walk on its own."

a ghost of a smile flickered on ellie's lips before she suppressed it. she looked at you, her head tilted. "why are you bein' nice to me?"

you shrugged. "don't see the point in bein' mean. you're caught. it's over."

"it ain't over," she muttered, looking into the fire. "it's never over."

later, after abby had checked the bindings and grunted a goodnight, you found you couldn't sleep. the fire had died down to embers.

you got up to add another log and saw that ellie was awake, staring at the stars through the canopy of leaves.

you walked over and sat beside her, close enough that your shoulders almost touched. she stiffened but didn't pull away.

"can't sleep?" you asked softly.

"never can," she admitted. "too many ghosts."

you were quiet for a moment, listening to the crickets and the crackle of the fire. "what's it like?" you asked. "runnin' all the time?"

she let out a humorless laugh. "lonely. you get tired of lookin' over your shoulder. tired of never trustin' anyone." she turned her head to look at you. the firelight danced in her eyes. "you ever been lonely, deputy?"

your breath caught. the question hit a little too close to home. you looked down at your hands, at the fringe on your sleeves. "sometimes," you whispered. "even when i'm with people."

something shifted in the air between you. it was charged, heavy. ellie's gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up to your eyes.

"you're real pretty," she said, the words tumbling out like she hadn't meant to say them. "it's annoyin'."

you felt a blush creep up your neck. "you're not so bad yourself, outlaw."

a slow, dangerous grin spread across her face. "careful, deputy. you keep lookin' at me like that, and i might think you want somethin' more than just small talk."

you leaned in, your voice a whisper. "and what if i do?"

the next morning, abby woke to find you sitting cross-legged by the fire, braiding a piece of leather, and ellie leaning against the same tree, looking more rested than she had in days.

but the air was different. there was a new tension, a secret shared between you.

abby noticed it immediately. her eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you. "what's goin' on?"

"nothin', sheriff," ellie said, her voice dripping with false innocence. "just gettin' to know your deputy."

abby's gaze settled on you. "you. a word."

you followed her a little ways from the camp, into the cover of the trees. she turned on you, her expression hard.

"what are you doin'?" she demanded.

"nothin'," you said, but you couldn't meet her eyes.

"don't lie to me," she said, her voice dropping. she stepped closer, caging you against a thick oak. her body was a wall of heat and muscle. "i saw the way you were lookin' at her. the way she was lookin' at you."

your heart hammered. "abby…"

"she's a criminal, y/n. a killer. she's dangerous." abby's hand came up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "i won't let her hurt you."

"she won't," you whispered. "she's just… lost."

abby's thumb traced your lower lip. "and you think you can save her? is that it?"

you didn't answer. you couldn't. because maybe, a little bit, you did.

abby's eyes searched yours, and then she sighed, a long, weary sound. "you're too soft for this world, sweetheart."

"maybe," you said, leaning into her touch. "but i got you to keep me safe."

she kissed you then, a hard, possessive kiss that stole your breath. when she pulled back, her eyes were dark. "i'm keepin' an eye on you. both of you."

the rest of the journey was a silent, simmering standoff. abby was more watchful than ever, her hand never straying far from her gun.

ellie was quieter, too, but her eyes followed you constantly, a silent promise in their depths.

by the time you reached the outskirts of silver creek, the tension was a living thing, coiled and ready to strike. the town was quiet, the streets empty as the sun began to set.

"we'll lock her in the holding cell overnight," abby said, her voice businesslike. "judge comes through tomorrow."

you looked at ellie. she looked small and dirty and tired, but her chin was lifted, her eyes defiant. she caught your gaze and held it.

"can i have a moment alone with her?" you asked abby. "to… search her properly."

abby's eyes narrowed. "i already searched her."

"i know, but… i wanna be thorough," you said, your voice dropping to a purr. "make sure she ain't hidin' anything… dangerous."

a muscle feathered in abby's jaw. she looked from you to ellie, and a slow, knowing look dawned in her eyes. she let out a low chuckle.

"fine," she said, her voice rough. she unlocked the door to the empty sheriff's office. "make it quick. and thorough."

she pushed ellie inside, and you followed. the door clicked shut behind you, leaving you in the dim, dusty space with the most wanted outlaw in three territories.

ellie turned to face you, her cuffed hands held out in front of her. "so, deputy. gonna search me?"

you smiled, a slow, wicked thing. "turn around. hands on the desk."

ellie's breath hitched, but she complied, bending over the heavy oak desk.

the position made her jeans pull tight across her ass. you walked up behind her, close enough that your chest brushed her back.

"you've been a very bad girl, ellie," you whispered, your lips near her ear.

"i know," she breathed, a shiver running through her.

your hands ran down her sides, over her ribs, her hips. it wasn't a search. it was a caress. you felt her muscles jump under your touch.

"i think you need to be taught a lesson," you murmured.

the door creaked open. you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. you felt the heat of abby's presence fill the room.

"need a hand, deputy?" abby asked, her voice a low growl.

"i think i do, sheriff," you said, not taking your eyes off ellie's trembling form. "this one's a handful."

abby walked over, her boots heavy on the wooden floor. she stopped beside you, looking down at ellie. the outlaw's eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"you heard her," abby said, her voice hard. "time for your lesson."

abby's hands went to her own belt buckle. the sound of metal jingling was loud in the quiet room.

you watched as she unbuckled her belt and pulled it free from the loops of her trousers. she doubled it over, slapping it against her palm with a sharp crack.

ellie flinched.

"count," abby ordered.

the first strike landed across ellie's backside with a sound like a gunshot. ellie gasped, her fingers curling against the wood of the desk.

"one," she choked out.

again. harder.

"two."

by the time it was over, ellie was shaking, tears streaming down her face, leaving clean tracks through the grime.

her lip was bloody from where she'd bitten it. abby tossed the belt aside and grabbed ellie by the hair, yanking her head back.

"you wanna thank your deputy for her kindness?" abby snarled. "or do you need another round?"

"thank you," ellie whispered, her voice raw, her eyes fixed on you. "thank you, deputy."

you stepped forward, cupping her tear-stained face in your hands. you wiped the blood from her lip with your thumb. "good girl."

abby moved behind you, her hands coming to rest on your hips. she pressed her body against your back, her lips finding your neck. "now," she murmured against your skin, her voice a dark promise. "let's really have some fun."

abby's hands left your hips, and you heard the telltale jingle of her belt buckle again, but this time it was different.

it was the sound of leather and metal being undone, of a duty belt being set aside.

you looked over your shoulder and saw her reaching for the saddlebag she'd dropped by the door. she pulled out a harness, the leather worn and supple, fitted with a thick, curved length of silicone.

your breath caught. you'd seen it before, of course. you'd felt it before. but never like this. never with an audience.

ellie's eyes went wide as she watched abby strap the harness around her hips, adjusting it with practiced ease. the outlaw's face was a mess of confusion, fear, and a desperate, undeniable curiosity.

"what… what are you doin'?" ellie asked, her voice cracking.

abby didn't answer. she just finished buckling the harness and walked over to you, her boots heavy on the floorboards.

she turned you gently, her hands sliding up your arms to your shoulders. her eyes were dark, hungry.

"your turn, sweetheart," she murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "you got yours in your bag?"

you nodded, your mouth suddenly dry. you fumbled with your own saddlebag, pulling out a similar harness, this one fitted with a polished rose quartz colour, smooth and cool to the touch. it was smaller than abby's, more delicate, but no less potent.

ellie watched, transfixed, as you strapped it on over your trousers. her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. she looked like a deer caught in a thicket, frozen and trembling.

"please," ellie whispered, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"please, what?" abby asked, stepping closer to her. she ran a finger along ellie's jaw, tilting her face up. "use your words, outlaw."

ellie swallowed hard. "please… don't stop."

a slow, cruel smile spread across abby's face. "oh, we ain't gonna stop, darlin'. we're just gettin' started."

abby guided ellie to the cot in the corner of the cell, pushing her down onto the thin mattress.

the metal frame creaked under the sudden weight. ellie looked up at both of you, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light.

"you ever been with a woman before, ellie?" you asked, your voice soft as you knelt beside the cot.

she shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. "no."

"then we're gonna take real good care of you," you promised, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "ain't we, abby?"

"the best care," abby agreed, her voice a low rumble. she knelt on the other side of the cot, her large frame casting a shadow over ellie. "but you gotta be good for us. you gotta listen. can you do that?"

ellie nodded frantically. "yes. yes, i'll be good. i promise."

abby's hand went to the buttons of ellie's shirt, working them open one by one. the fabric parted to reveal a thin undershirt, stained with sweat and dirt. she pushed it aside, baring ellie's chest. the outlaw's skin was pale, scattered with freckles and a few old scars.

"pretty," you breathed, your fingers tracing a path down her sternum. ellie shivered, her back arching slightly into your touch.

abby's hands went to ellie's belt, unbuckling it with a sharp, efficient motion. she pulled the leather free and tossed it aside. then she unfastened her trousers and pulled them down, along with her underthings, baring her completely.

ellie lay there, exposed and vulnerable, her hands still cuffed in front of her. she looked small, fragile, nothing like the notorious outlaw who had terrorized the territory for two years.

"please," she whispered again, the word a prayer.

"please, what, bunny?" you asked, your lips brushing her ear.

"please… touch me."

you didn't need to be asked twice. your hand slid down her stomach, fingers splaying over her hip before dipping lower.

she was already wet, slick and ready.

you circled her clit with your thumb, pressing lightly, and she gasped, her hips bucking into your hand.

abby watched, her eyes dark and focused. she leaned down and captured ellie's mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans. ellie kissed her back desperately, her cuffed hands coming up to grip abby's shoulders.

you worked her slowly, building the tension, drawing it out until ellie was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath you. her thighs were shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"please," she begged, her voice breaking. "please, i need… i need more."

abby pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. she looked at you, a silent question in her eyes. you nodded.

abby positioned herself between ellie's legs, the polished silicone of her strap catching the faint light. she ran the tip through ellie's wetness, coating it, teasing her.

"you ready, outlaw?" abby asked, her voice rough.

"yes," ellie sobbed. "yes, please, i'm ready."

abby pushed in, slow and steady. ellie cried out, her back arching off the cot, her fingers digging into abby's shoulders.

abby didn't stop until she was fully seated, her hips flush against ellie's.

"breathe, bunny," you whispered, stroking her hair back from her face. "just breathe."

ellie's chest heaved as she tried to obey, her eyes screwed shut. abby stayed still, giving her time to adjust. when ellie's breathing evened out, she opened her eyes and looked up at abby.

"move," she said, her voice hoarse but steady. "please."

abby began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had ellie moaning with every thrust. you watched, your own arousal a dull ache between your legs.

you leaned down and captured one of ellie's nipples in your mouth, sucking gently, rolling the peak with your tongue.

ellie's hands flew to your head, tangling in your hair, holding you there. "oh, god," she gasped. "oh, fuck."

abby's pace increased, her thrusts becoming harder, more urgent.

the cot creaked in protest, the sound mingling with ellie's cries and the wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting.

"you like that, don't you?" abby grunted, her voice strained. "you like bein' filled up, bein' taken care of?"

"yes," ellie sobbed. "yes, yes, yes…"

you pulled away from her chest and looked up at abby. "switch with me," you said, your voice breathy.

abby pulled out with a wet sound, and ellie whimpered at the loss.

you quickly took her place, the cool rose quartz pressing against ellie's entrance. you looked down at her, at her flushed face and glazed eyes.

"look at me," you commanded softly.

ellie's eyes found yours. you pushed in, and she gasped, her eyes widening. you were smaller than abby, but the quartz was smooth and unyielding, filling her in a different way.

"that's it," you cooed, beginning to move. "you're doin' so good, bunny. so good for us."

abby moved behind you, her hands gripping your hips. she pressed against you, the wood of her strap sliding against the curve of your ass.

"you're next, sweetheart," she murmured in your ear. "soon as we're done with her, i'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't remember your own name."

you moaned, your rhythm faltering for a second. the thought of it, of abby taking you after watching you take ellie, sent a jolt of pure heat through your core.

you focused back on ellie, driving into her with renewed urgency. her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper. her hands were on your cheeks, pulling you down for a kiss. it was messy, all teeth and tongue, but it was perfect.

"i'm close," ellie gasped against your lips. "i'm so close."

"cum for us, bunny," you whispered. "cum for your deputies."

that was all it took. ellie's back bowed off the cot, a cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her.

her inner walls clenched around you, pulsing, and you rode her through it, slowing your movements until she collapsed against the mattress, boneless and panting.

you pulled out gently, the rose quartz coloured silicone slick with her release. you looked down at her, at the beautiful, broken outlaw lying in a heap on the cot. she looked up at you, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips.

"that was…" she started, but words failed her.

"i know," you said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. "rest now."

abby's hands found your waist, pulling you away from the cot. she spun you around and pushed you against the cell bars, the cold metal pressing into your back.

her body was a furnace against you, the silicone of her strap pressing insistently against your stomach.

"my turn," she growled, her lips finding your neck.

you moaned, your head falling back against the bars. you could feel ellie's eyes on you, watching as abby's hands worked the buttons of your trousers, pushing them down your hips.

the cool air hit your skin, and then abby's fingers were there, sliding through your slickness, gathering your wetness.

"you're so ready for me," abby murmured, her voice full of dark satisfaction. "so wet. you liked that, didn't you? watchin' her fall apart?"

"yes," you breathed. "yes, abby, please…"

she lined herself up and pushed in, and you cried out, the sensation overwhelming.

she filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was almost too much, but exactly what you needed.

she began to move, a hard, punishing rhythm that had the bars rattling behind you.

you looked over at ellie. she was propped up on her elbows, watching you with wide, hungry eyes.

her hand was between her own legs, touching herself lazily, a mirror of your own pleasure.

"look at her, ellie," abby grunted, her hand coming up to grip your jaw, turning your face toward the cot. "look at what you did to her. you made her this messy, this needy."

ellie's eyes were fixed on you, her hand moving faster. "she's beautiful," ellie whispered.

"she is," abby agreed, her pace increasing. "she's mine. and now she's yours, too."

the words sent a shockwave through you. you came with a scream, your body convulsing around abby's strap.

she followed a moment later, a guttural groan escaping her lips as she buried herself deep and stilled.

for a long moment, the only sound was the three of you breathing, ragged and uneven.

abby pulled out gently, and you slumped against her, your legs weak. she caught you, holding you up, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"easy, sweetheart," she murmured. "i got you."

ellie lay on the cot, her eyes closed, a peaceful look on her face that you hadn't seen since you'd captured her.

her cuffed hands were resting on her stomach, her chest rising and falling steadily.

you and abby cleaned up in silence, pulling your clothes back on, stowing the harnesses away.

when you were both decent, abby walked over to the cell door and looked in at ellie.

"sleep," she said, her voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "we'll figure out the rest in the mornin'."

ellie opened her eyes and looked at abby, then at you. a slow, genuine smile spread across her face. "i ain't gonna run," she said. "i got nowhere to go that's better than this."

abby snorted, but there was no malice in it. she locked the cell door and turned to you, pulling you into her arms.

"you're a bad influence, deputy," she murmured into your hair.

you smiled, snuggling into her chest. "i know. but you love it."

"i do," she admitted. "god help me, i do."

over ellie's soft, even breathing, you listened to abby's heartbeat, steady and strong.

the wanted posters could wait. the judge could wait. the whole damn world could wait.

for now, in the dusty, dim light of the sheriff's office, you had everything you needed.

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