A/N: A word of warning this will contain SMUT at the end so if you get triggered by that sort of stuff then I would just skim on through.

Alsoooo – I don't want to kick everyone in the feelings like Rockstar does sksksks. Amazing characters' who we lost at certain points in the story are all still alive in this fic. Nobody dies. Everyone is happy. Amen.

That's all I wanted to say – please enjoy x

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'I've got a burning desire
for you, baby'

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The low light of the afternoon subdued in the evening, the last burnt orange hues lingering at the pocket of the horizon whilst the purplish-blues of the impending nightfall threatened to take their hold.

You had been inside most of the afternoon, unpacking your things and making yourself at home. Arthur had insisted that you stay with him in his room – partially because there was little space elsewhere in the house and also for the rather obvious fact he wanted to be with you.

Sliding your new empty cases on top of the small cupboard unit, you could hear the music already outside. Laughter rang loudly as did the songs, causing a giddy smile to stain itself on your face. It was intended to be your party after all, so you decided there was no better time to make your way down there and finally get around to saying your hellos' to old friends.

Following the sharp junctions of the creaky steep staircase, you reached the bottom stop and then rounded to an imminent left – which took you out of the back door of the manor house and directly into the back garden where the party seemed to be in full swing.

You were glad for the shawl you had wrapped around your shoulders, as the air was a little chill around you now – not that it did anything to spoil your mood as your eyes absorbed the wonderful sight of seeing everyone so happy.

Hugging the knitted fabric around your shoulders, you made your way over the where everyone was gathered – in the central area just around the campfire. The moment you stepped out from the shadows and towards the ambient light of the fire, you were welcomed with a loud chorus of joyous noise.

"There she is!" Karen cried, making her way over to you with a glass full of a liquid that clearly was neat alcohol. The blonde haired woman smirked as she shoved the glass into your hand, seeing the sceptical look on your face.

"It's Gin, sweetie." She scoffed playfully, "Just drink up, I promise you'll have a real good time."

You replied a short thank you and took the smallest sip of the alcohol that was pungent in it's scent – it smelt like a chemical rather than a drink. But with a few timid sips, you were eventually able to get some more of the liquid down into your system.

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The first half an hour or so, you spent talking to people around the campfire. It was nice to catch up, to be able to give old friends a warm hug and relish with yourself at the fact this was your home.

Chatting to Abigail, Jack sat on your lap – you were laughing and joking with the woman as if you had never even left the camp. The pair of you had always got on like a house on fire, and Abigail felt much like a big sister to you.

Arms wrapped around Jack tightly, you were soon aware of a shadow that blockaded the fire's dreamy light – and it forced to look up and see Dutch standing there. In confusion your eyes fleeted over the gang leader, until you noticed the hand extended out to you.

"Excuse me, Miss Roberts," Dutch pardoned himself and then looked back onto you with a gentle smile.

"May I take this fine young lady for a few moments?" Dutch was looking at you but his question seemed to be some gentle jest directed at Abigail.

"Fine by me-" Abigail replied, gently prizing Jack out of your lap. Her pretty eyes flashed up to Dutch. "I got all night to chat to my best friend."

That statement alone caused the widest smile to play itself on your expression like a film reel, and you gave Marston's girl a flattered look, before finally averting your attention to the man who clearly wanted it most in that moment.

Taking Dutch's hand, you actively tried to avoid Molly's gaze from across the way. She had looks that could kill when she saw Dutch even anywhere near one of the other women at camp.

Leading you into the grassy clearing, you were very much aware of an apologetic aura emanating from the usually withheld and strong gang leader.

The fire's flames danced wildly close by, the light casting long shadows of you both against the side of the house.

Amicably, Dutch's arms went around you in a manner appropriate for the course of a gentle dance – not all forceful and holding a total respect for you. Rather awkwardly, you didn't really know where to put your eyes. The last thing you wanted this to look like was some bizarre romantic embrace. But after a short while you couldn't help but look at the man – because his eyes had been demanding your gaze.

"I owe you a huge apology, my dear," Dutch's charming tones settled by your ear, leaving you a little stunned as to what you could say. Luckily, he didn't really give you a chance to say anything just yet. "I shouldn't of trusted Micah like I did. Lookin' back, it makes me realise how badly I was treatin' everyone else." His low rumbling voice let out a remorseful sigh. You couldn't help but feel a tug of smugness in your gut.

"Thank you, Dutch." You started, a confident level to your voice as you swayed gently with the man. "I'm glad you noticed the error of your ways."

He started to laugh then at the judicious tone in your words, which then caused you to laugh because you realised how very responsible you sounded.

"I'm just glad you're back and you're safe." Dutch added with a contented tone, looking at you with warm eyes before his glance trailed over your shoulder and appeared to be looking at someone, just as you heard footsteps approaching.

"Turn my back for one second and you're weaslin' in with my woman?" Those unmistakably course yet crass tones called from behind you, as you glanced over your shoulder and saw Arthur standing there grinning at Dutch playfully.

"Just showing the girl some real class and charm, Mr Morgan." He replied playfully, as Arthur threw his arms around your waist, despite the bottle of whisky that was now precariously tipped and spilling some of contents – threatening to splash your dress.

You slipped the bottle out from his grasp and had a swig of the stuff yourself, and just like the last time you had tasted the stuff – it left a scorching trail of fire down the back of your throat that then kindled in the base of your stomach for a few moments. It was strong stuff, despite the honey undertones in the alcohol it wasn't at all pleasant. You were soon aware of both men watching you with a surprised look, chuckling secretively at the look of childish disgust on your face.

"I'll stick to my gin, thanks." You added as you handed the bottle back to Arthur, making sure that the bottle remained upright whilst it was so close to your nice dress.

The outlaw chuckled by your ear, his tones were husked and even his sniggers sounded tipsy. You could smell the alcohol about him, and wondered to yourself exactly what time he had started drinking at.

"How many of those have you actually had?" you dared to ask as Arthur walked the both of you away, back in the direction of the campfire. He was leaning against you ever so slightly, this vacantly drunk look on his face whilst he dwelled on your question.

"One... Five." He slurred, which instantly made you laugh. You don't think you had ever seen him drunk before.

"One? Or Five? That's a bit of a difference?" you teased him, as he sat you down on one of the crates beside the campfire, and wobbled over to grab you another glass of gin. (eye colour) eyes watched him in humoured disbelief as Arthur attempted to pour you a glass, sloshing most of the gin down the side and onto the table top.

It was messy, the side of the glass slippery with gin as you licked the alcohol from your fingers and thanked your drunk waiter none the less for the drink.

"I... might go see if Lenny wants somethin'." He mumbled to himself, and then went wobbling across the camp in a precarious fashion, shouting 'LENNY' at the top of his lungs.

"Is Uncle Arthur okay?" Jack's little voice piped up, and yourself and Abigail just looked at each other a little gone out. But it seemed either way, Abigail had a very good prepared answer for young ears.

"He's fine. He's just really happy – like when your Pa drinks that happy juice?" Abigail explained to her young son, "Uncle Arthur has just had some happy juice too."

Happy Juice. That was one word for it.

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The night you also discovered your happy juice, in the form of gin. After many glasses your senses rather numbed to it's highly alcoholic taste and you could drink it back as if it was simply water. It didn't leave you in a good state however – as by midnight you were crying around the campfire next to Javier, who had his arm around you supportively even though his face spelled confusion of a man who wasn't quite sure how to handle a drunk, emotional young woman.

"I just left him there! I didn't have the chance to go and get him when he left..." you wailed, leaning yourself against the Mexican's shoulder. Javier gave you a gentle squeeze.

"There, there, amiga," he cooed at your drunken dramatics, "If he's stabled up, they will be takin' good care of him."

You had been crying over your horse, Boxer – for about twenty minutes now. The alcohol just helped over stimulant your emotions and you had gone from feeling sadness to emitting pure devastation at the thought of your estranged horse.

"I just want him back. I miss him." You whimpered pathetically. Poor Javier, having to deal with this.

"It's fine, we'll get him back." He assured you, flashing a half amused glance at everyone who walked about and stared at you in concern – slumped there against Javier with tears rolling down your face.

However half an hour later, it was a totally different picture – dancing, shouting and screaming along to the songs at the top of your lungs. You had changed your colours quicker than a chameleon, feeling an elation like no other as you appeared to all be ending off the night with the entire gang gathered around the campfire – singing a perfectly hearty tune led by Uncle and Javier.

Through bleary eyes, you looked around at the circle of bodies – smiling faces and simple happiness, love and belonging in the air. Sat on Arthur's knee, you relished in the perfect bliss you felt in this very moment. Drunk, singing out of tune but you did not care – you had everything you could possibly want.

It appeared the love in the air was abundant, with John and Abigail smiling adoringly at one another whilst Jack perched on his mother's lap – and it seemed Karen and Sean were at it again with the little love affair they seemed to heighten most during parties like this. Everything just felt so dreamlike, compared to the horror you had been living in just some days ago.

Drawn back in from your thoughts, you were aware of the tightening, almost possessive grip around your waist. From behind you, Arthur seemed to pull you deeper in his lap – his breath hot as it skimmed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your mind was also trailing to other places – simply thinking about the way his grip on you was so secure, it was as if he didn't want to let you out of his sight. The thought of being so protective and obsessive of you in that moment made the base of your stomach knot a pleasurable heat grow between your thighs.

With the added attributes of the alcohol too, you found your situation wasn't being helped – and now you were sliding from being happy to just downright horny. You didn't dare glance over your shoulder at him just yet, but you did wonder whether he was feeling the same way. To test the waters, you wriggled very subtly, grinding your backside against his crotch.

The growl that quietly emanated from Arthur tugged at a particular pleasurable place in your core, and the sound had you imagining all sorts of dirty things which were making you grateful the party was wrapping up.

The final bars of the song were at the back of your mind as you thought about hot, heavy and dark moans in your ear, imagining Arthur between your legs – the fantasy in your head made you clamp your thighs together to supress the burning desire you felt.

"Don't think I aint noticed what you're doing." Followed up in your ear, making you half panic and half internally squeal in delight. That was a sure fire sign alone he was thinking similar things on the same lie as you were – but as if that wasn't enough, one of his hands crept along the top of your leg. Even through the material of your skirt it felt so amazing, it just had you wanting to go inside and ride the hell out of him.

"I'm getting tired." You verbalised somewhat loudly, but the glint in your eyes spelled the lie out to your partner who kept tight hold of your hand as you stepped up from your seat.

"Thanks for such a great party, everyone!" you called out, glad everyone else was getting ready to call it a night too – so it didn't look overly suspicious that yourself and Arthur were upping and leaving. You would've half been expecting a crass comment from young Sean, but alas he had his tongue deep in Karen's throat so it seemed he was other occupied.

The moment you made it through the back door of the house, like a giddy child you pelted up those stairs, dragging Arthur behind you. The pair of you laughed in the darkness, falling over a couple of times on the way up to your room. This wasn't exactly going to be some dreamy, romance novel book type of love-making – not tonight at least.

You rather intended to get the lust out of you first, and by god, it was burning strong.

"Get in here, cowboy," you scorned playfully and flung the bedroom door open, pushing Arthur inside and shutting the door firmly behind yourselves.

For a moment he simply stood in the middle of the room and stared at you, his gone out look made you laugh – he was so irresistible. Closing the space between you, your lip were seen on his. Feverish and needy, and Arthur could fee your smirk against his mouth.

"I want you so fucking much..." you expelled, jumping up at him. As if instinct, he caught you – pulling your legs around his hips and finding the nearest wall to prop you up against whilst the pair of you continued the much needed assaulting kiss.

The motions of his lips much mimicked the way he had held you earlier – it was avaricious, possessive and spelled out pure desire. It had you running on high, discovering feelings that you had never before.

Yes, you had been a working girl for a short time – but none of those men ever brought you any real pleasure. It was always your obligation to give unto them. Not once could you recall feeling as alive as you were now with one of those clients.

His weight pressed you up against the wall, which was cool against your back whilst your front was aflush with heat from his body and your own. One of his hands slid up your outer thigh underneath your skirt, and the skin on skin contact had you moaning out wantonly for more.

"I'm loving those pretty moans..." Arthur purred, his own voice husked, tones practically dripping with sex. You were sure that even if he just sat there and talked dirty to you about what he wanted to do, you'd climax. He gave you no time to dwell on it, carrying you with ease over to the bed where he dropped you into the sheets.

You looked so pretty laid there in the sheets, doe-eyed with your full lips and rosy cheeks. The sweet look about you just had Arthur wanting to make you scream.

Closing your eyes, you laid there a moment in bliss of all that was happening – you were shamefully wet now, but extremely happy. Your lower body seemed to throb with need.

Some rustling from down the far end of the bed, and the feeling of your skirts being hiked up around your hips caused you to sit up slightly – and you looked down to watch what your lover was doing.

Once he had gotten your skirts out of the way, two large and calloused hands pushed your thighs apart – and then you realised just exactly what was happening. The last you saw were dark eyes glinting up at you in a predatory fashion.

Smirking away to yourself, you felt war fingertips prising at your underwear – the material grazing the skin of your thighs as it then ended up somewhere on the floor beside you both. The air around you then seemed colder than ever in juxtaposition to the intense heat between your thighs.

There seemed to be some purrs of approval from Arthur, the low rumbles from him striking that chord of want inside you that was screaming for attention.

His fingertips began to trail through the wetness as your entrance, having you biting your lip and stifling out your cries.

"You're so wet..." his voice was stormy, it was incredibly attractive. "You're enjoying the thought of this, ain't ya?" he taunted you.

"Just shut up." You replied playfully with breathless scorn, wrapping your legs around his shoulders and pulling him in.

"You'd rather me put my mouth to a better use?" the outlaw remarked sarcastically. Oh yes...

You didn't get time to feel smug about it before he was down on you, and his lips made that first perfect contact on your sex. You moaned out loudly, and he'd barely started yet. Your noises were far more encouraging than anything else – as Arthur used his tongue to make teasingly perfect swipes across your swollen clit. Every time he did it, the muscles in your thighs tightened and a breathy moan escaped you. This was some kind of perfect torture – it was incredible, but you needed more.

Just as this thought emerged in your head, tongue still making perfect circle on your bud of nerves, you felt a finger slide into you with ease, and a low hiss emitted from Arthur in response.

"You're so tight." He growled in approval, aiming to make you whine out some more and added another finger to the first. The gesture made you writhe a little, it felt good to be filled up but you wanted something else.

Arthur was continuing none the wiser, his combined ministrations hoping to bring you to orgasm – but you hadn't wanted to spike so quickly on his fingers and tongue.

"Mhmm-" you moaned, fighting the urge to chase your orgasm, "Stop..."

He pulled away, looking softly concerned up the length of your body at you.

"Is eveythin' okay?" you could tell he was already panicking about having done something wrong – which was sweet. You sat up, shaking your head as you pulled him up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Everything is fine." You assured, a dark gleam crossing your (eye colour) eyes. "I just really want you."

The very forwards statement caused an understandable look on Arthur's face at first, he had never seen like be like this before so naturally he was a little taken aback. Yet it didn't stop the grin appearing on his face.

"You do?" his voice was filled with a tease, "I best give the lady what she wants then."

The next few minutes was a mad scramble of clothes, mainly you getting yourself out of your dress with your various knots and ties.

You hurried yourself in time to help Arthur, your small hands picking at the buttons on his shirt with a secretive smirk on your face. You couldn't wait to see him with nothing on, you had some idea he'd be stunning to the eye.

"I love you so much." You whispered, picking the buttons undone and leaning in for a tantalising kiss, his lips tasting of honey whiskey and your body's nectar. You grinned to yourself, sliding your tongue between his lips for a moment before you leaned back to push his shirt open, the dark red material parting and revealing his skin as your hands eagerly went about exploring his chest.

He was marked, unsurprisingly so – with old scars, nicks in his skin as well as some recent faint scratches and marks. A low purr of content escaped you, pushing your hands along his torso as if you just could not get enough of him. Your hands wandered his abs and up towards his chest again, fingers tugging a little on the smattering of hair.

"How are you so gorgeous?" you sighed, trailing your hands back down towards his belt now as you listening to his bashful laughter.

"I ain't nothing of the sort. You're the pretty one." He said, blue eyes trailing appreciatively over your recently exposed figure. You immediately looked up and gave him a scolding glare. Fingers fumbled with his belt, picking it open with a click as you pulled it off and dropped it to the floor beside your bed with a heavy thunk.

"Arthur – if you keep slandering yourself, I will make you pay for it all night long." You giggled, going for the button on his jeans. The look in his eye told you he didn't think that was a bad idea at all.

The tent at the front of his bottoms was obvious now, a painful tease to what exactly he had instore for you. In one swift yet gradual motion, your fingers edged his jeans down along with his underwear. You glanced up to check he was okay, snickering to yourself at the look of black lust in his eyes.

Well... You couldn't say you were surprised by what you were looking at. He was big – very big, thick and rock hard and looking as if he very much needed tending to.

Your thoughts wondered for a moment over how he'd feel inside your mouth – but that would have to wait for another day – you had more urgent things that needed seeing to.

Crawling over him, your lips were on him in a second whilst your hips lined up over his own. Suddenly you felt his large hands on your waist, helping to hold you exactly where he needed you to be.

You sat back then, hands braced on his chest and a needy look of white lust in your eyes.

"What are you waiting for then, hm?" you purred, biting your lip and lowering your hips teasingly slowly, just teasing your wet slid at the head of his cock.

Arthur took you by surprise then, pulling your hips down and filling you right up to the hilt with his cock. The sensation burned a little at first as he stretched you, reaching all the best possible places and making you cry out your loudest yet. He waited a moment, a look on his face if he was fighting the urge to come then and there just at the feel of you around him.

"Fuck-" his voice growled, fingertips digging into your hips now as he began to lever his thrusts in and out of you, resulting in drawing our several moans of complete ecstasy from yourself. He felt so good, and you were incredibly glad to affirm with yourself that he was definitely the best you had experienced.

As moments passed his thrusts grew more ragged, with raw need as he rutted into you hard. It was as if every little ounce of lust there ever was between the pair of you was being expelled in that moment.

Your cries mounted and mounted, his cock brushing the sweetest spot inside you with every crazed and needy thrust. You found yourself not calling – but crying his name at this point. His hands slipped up from your waist to palm your breasts, low growls of ecstasy coming from him.

"I ain't gonna last much longer." He informed you breathlessly, to which you nodded. You went to dip your hand between the join of your bodies to help yourself along, but he soon slapped your hand away to take care of the job himself – circling your clit at a slow pace that juxtaposed those ragged and heavy thrusts perfectly.

The combined feeling of it all was too much – and the tight coil in your belly unravelled fast as you came, clenching up around Arthur hard as your voice exalting a hoarse scream. If people hadn't known what the pair of you had been up to – they would sure know now.

The sound of you, the feel of you and the sight of you was enough to send Arthur into his state of climax with a gruff set of curses followed by your name, snapping himself up inside you as far as possible. He did not still until the pair of you had seen your pleasure out to the other side.

After a few moments of seeing stars, you slumped down against his chest, curled up like some kind of cat.

"Goddamn, you're good." He murmured adoringly into your ear, and you snickered breathlessly.

"I'm good? Then you must be godly." You returned, hauling yourself up, brushing your hair back out of your face and rather reluctantly pulling yourself from your seat on his thick length. As he pulled out you groaned gently, and tumbled beside him in bed – spent.

"That was perfect." You added as his arms curled around you tightly, and you were snugly tucked in against his chest, burying your face in his neck. "I love you so much."

"I know, you keep saying." Arthur teased you, and then yelped as you pinched him for being cocky. "Ow- alright! I love you too." He chuckled at your brattish manner, holding you incredibly close.

Things felt even better now you two had shared something so special. You were only sad you hadn't been able to give him your virginity – not that he seemed to mind so much, he got some experience in return instead.

The pair of you idly chattered for a short while longer before you fell asleep out of pure exhaustion, but the smile remained plastered on your face as you saw yourself into sleep, cocooned in the arms of the man you loved.

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A/N: THIS SMUT IS SO BAD IM SO SORRY SADA;SHDSL\HL\SDHFL\SDFH I REALLY DON'T LIKE WRITING SMUT BC I ALWAYS CRINGE AT MY OWN DESCRIPTIONS AND STUFF AND JUST N OOOOOOO.

Anyway despite the ugly ass smut I hope you enjoyed.