Quick YummyGhost (A-N)

This One Shot contains some spoilers for Red Dead Redemption 2 so if you haven't plaid the full game yet I'd suggest coming back at another time; unless you don't mind spoilers. I should also mention the story contains sexual topics and they're not light either so if you're not a fan of harm, pain or torture you have also been warned.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy. You may now read. :D

The camp had just relocated into the state of Lemoyne after a big mess being caused in Valentine along with the Pinkertons still chasing the gang. It concerned you how they found the gang so quickly, but having moved camp in a well hidden spot did put your mind at rest.

After setting up your tent and organising your belonging you gave your guns a good cleaning with gun oil. Your favourites were the Pump-Action Shotgun and a Navy Revolvers. Both of them had beautiful brass metals with your initials engraved on them in jet black.

"Mmm mmm now what do we have here?" A familiar deep voice stumbled your way.

You didn't reply to him as you knew this was one of his sick ways of flirting with women. He did it with all the ladies... Accept Tilly which you found to be rather... Racist. But Tilly didn't care, she was glad Micah never laid eyes on her.

"Just a lonely outlaw cleaning her guns. I love it, it's a turn on, you know?" Micah sat opposite you with his eyes leaning down somewhere else. "Well, I must need some company if I'm a "Lonely outlaw"?" You rolled your eyes up to look at Micah as you quoted him.

Mary-Beth, Karen, Abigail and Susan never went along with Micah's approaches so you thought why not? He could have something to offer after all.

"Ohh trust me, Miss (L-N), I could keep you company. All. Night. Long." Micah grinned with a chuckle still watching a specific part of your body. "I'll let you call me (Y-N) then, Micah." You got up from your stool in a brainwashing manner and kept one revolver in your hand with the other holstered.

You dragged the end of the barrel under Micah's chin so his eyes were no longer gazing at your breasts but back at your eyes.

Micah was a man that never bothered you in a negative manor. He had done nothing to hurt you, but then again he did nothing good for you. To you, Micah was just that man you knew in the gang. However, you did like his style and attitude at times. Micah did have some rather positives looks on him. His aim was great on those guns. He has a beautiful strong horse. He could dress nicely when he wanted to. And he had glamorous blue eyes.

Later on the following night, Arthur set up a game of poker in the middle of the camp and you all had a $10 buy in. The game including: Arthur, you, Uncle, Micah and Bill. Whoever won had a $40 profit and with that money, you'd visit a trapper to purchase a panther skin rug for your tent. It needed more decoration.

"You found a good spot here Arthur. It's more well hidden. Better than the first one." Bill compliment and put his chips in the middle of the table. "You talking about Horseshoe Overlook or Dewberry Creek, that shit bag suggested?" Arthur question as Dewberry Creek was a terrible idea. "Hey, if you hadn't come across Dewberry you wouldn't have found this Point so shut your mouth." Micah rolled his eyes raising the bet. "So defensive." You shook your head at the blonde man. "Look let's just play the game, no need for arguing. I raise." Uncle silenced everyone and stopped an argument that was ready to kick off, then brought the pot up by 50¢

About two hours later Bill and Uncle were out and Arthur was on his way of leaving the table. He had a dollar left which left you with you on $28.62 and Micah with $20.38 so things were looking good for you. However, Micah won the round that got Arthur out with a high card King. You tried to bluff it with your high card Queen and had your fingers crossed that another Queen would show up on the table, but it didn't.

"Good game all." Arthur nodded and accepted third place in Poker with him passing the deck of cards over to you for a shuffle. "Yeah. Looks like it's just us two then, darlin'. As for that, I'd like to offer you a tobacco product." Micah grinned and pulled out a box of cigarettes with one sticking out for you. "Thank you, Micah." You seductively accepted the offer by leaning across the table and also pinched a match that was tucked in Micah's hat so you could light it. "You're doing this to me on purpose aren't you?" Micah growled as he caught the view of your chest again. "Doing what on purpose? I'm just dealing the cards out." You questioned clueless even though you knew what Micah was talking about. "Good, now give me a good hand." Micah pointed his finger down at the table as he also smoked his cig. "You want me to add another three letter to the end of that last word?" You secretly flirted to see if he would catch on. "... Three letters?" Micah whispered in his thoughts.

"...Ha! You wouldn't dare do such a thing." Micah froze as he peeked at his cards then clicked onto the new word. "Yeah, because I'm a lonely outlaw." You repeated Micah's words back to him from earlier on.

Another hour went by in the poker game with you and Micah still playing for the $50 and things weren't looking good for you. You were down to your last $4.89 and your hand was looking good with two queens so you did a bold move by going all in. You were a pretty good bluffer in card games which is why you were taken on gambling missions so they would be very successful. Micah matched your bet and flipped the five cards in the middle over. There was a Jack, Two, Five, King and a Seven. You just had to hope Micah didn't have a king on him.

"Let's see what you got then." Micah nudged his eyebrows up in confidence. "Pair of Queens." You showed Micah on the table fairly. "A fair but long ass game I say." Micah nodded at your hand to then reveal his three of a kind in Kings. "I can say the same." You stretched as second was better than last. "Haha, you are a good one, I'll give you that. I'd love to play with you again sometime." Micah claimed his prize in his back pocket and stood up from the table. "I sure hope you mean poker?" You commented as you headed to your tent as you were growing tired. "Sure: Poker, Blackjack, Old Maid, Strip Poker, Lair's Dice. You name it." Micah chuckled as one of those he'd definitely be down to play with you. "Goodnight, Micah." You rolled your eyes at him with a straight face and entered your tent before Micah left you alone for the night.

Time Skips to Morning.

You woke up at the average time of 7am like you did most mornings and found sometime new at the side on your crate that you kept at the side of your bed. It was $10 with a note that read.

"You can have your money back and don't ask me why."

You knew the note and money was from Micah as he was the only one who won money from you recently. It did however baffled you, was it an excuse for you to go and talk to him? A way to make him seem more charming? Did he cheat in poker and you didn't notice? Did he feel bad that he took money from a woman? Who knows? The note said "don't ask" but that's exactly what you were gonna do.

You got changed into some appropriate clothing for the day and equipped your gun belt and holster as you were gonna leave camp to take on a new solo lead you found recently. Next, you left your tent and rubbed your eyes as the sun hit your face straight on.

"Morning, Jack." You greeted the little boy as he was playing with the fire where the coffee and stew was brewing. "Morning, (Y-N). My reading is getting better." Jack exclaimed to you. "That's good, Uncle Hosea is teaching you well then. You got any new stories to read?" You asked to keep the conversation flowing. "No, but I think Uncle Arthur is going to get me a new storybook." Jack nodded. "That's nice of him. Make sure you thank him." You poured your coffee with the boy stood next to you. "I will." Jack nodded then ran off to play with the chickens.

Once you had your morning coffee that woke you up and got you going, you had to go see someone who was in the right place at the right time. Micah was leaning agents a tree by himself sharpening his knife so you went to approach him.

"I know you wrote "don't ask" but I'm gonna ask anyways. Why have I got my money back?" You questioned with a ten dollar note in your hand. "The reason I said not to ask is cuz there's no reason." Micah looked up at you with him still sharpening his blade. "So did Bill, Arthur or Uncle get their money back?" You asked to see if you were the only one. "No. You're the only one I can tolerate... Just about." Micah scoffed as it was funny of you to think the others got their money back. "Well thank you. I'm flattered." You pocketed the money in front of Micah. "You know what?" Micah holstered his knife and took a small step closer to you. "What?" You replied.

"I'd like to bite that lip of yours." Micah confessed in a low voice. "... Then do it." You responded with a seductive shiver to see if Micah would follow through.

Micah took another step closer to you so he was in front of you, held under your neck and forced a rough kiss that felt like it was going down your throat. Micah was a rough kisser and didn't hold back, he was holding your neck with a bit of grip and bit your lower lip a few times which made you gasp and follow his lead. Once Micah pulled away, he bit his own lower lip and left you in shock. You were surprised how Micah controlled you there and you loved it, it was such a turn on and you wanted more. You just hoped no one saw what you both just then.

"Took your breath away did I?" Micah laughed and spoke before you did. "Y-yeah... You should pay me a visit tonight, in my tent." You gently nodded with an indication for Micah. "And I shall." Micah chuckled before you both went your separate ways for the rest of the day.

After your interaction with Micah you mounted up and headed for this lead. It was in the small town called Rhodes, not far from camp. You had noticed the wagon had brought some payroll in for the labour workers. The money tin was left in the bosses office till the end of the day and no one was guarding it so you took your time to pinch it and not get caught.

You started by saying to yourself that no one is gonna get shot here. You will only shoot someone if they shoot at you first. Plus Dutch wanted no trouble in the local town.
Next, you went to the local saloon for a beer to make yourself look casual; you also managed to pickpocket five dollars from a man which was a bonus.
After that, you left the saloon to then make your way to this office that includes payroll.
When no one was watching, you snook into the office, took your jawbone knife out and broke the lock to take all of the notes and coins. You were gonna count the money afterwards as right now wasn't the best time. The sooner you got out of the office, the sooner you wouldn't get caught.
At last, you escaped and not red handed. You continued to walk down the street minding your own business, bought a newspaper from the paperboy and called your horse before heading back to camp.

As you came up to the trees at Clemens Point you pulled the money out and started counting, Dutch was gonna be impressed with this score you had pulled off in just under four hours.

"Who's there?!" Bill questioned as you trotted in. "A very brave Pinkerton." You answered and continued to count. "Welcome back, Miss Sarcasm." Bill greeted up and put his rifle down to let you in.

You hitched your boy up with the other horses and headed over to the collection box that was by Dutch's tent. Dutch watched you put the money in with a round of applause for you.

"How much did you get there?" Dutch chuckled liking the stack you had. "$125 but let's not discuss how I got it." You replied and wrote down your work in the ledger. "If you say so. But if you got that money from the local town, please tell me no one died. We can't afford any more trouble." Dutch questioned you some more. "I know, Dutch. That's why I took my time, stole the money with no one seeing me and then I left as casual as possible." You bowed to show that there was no worry for him. "Good, that put's my mind at rest. Keep up the good work." Dutch nodded, tapped the side of your arm then walked away to tend to his own business.

Time Skips To The Following Night.

You headed to your tent at about 11pm that night and decided to have a quick read of the newspaper you picked up in Rhodes earlier on. The shoot out in Valentine was in there and so was a picture of John and Dutch pushing the wagon through the town so Strauss could get to safety. You shook your head at the mess the gang had made and you knew that something worse was gonna happen.

"I would knock but tents don't have doors." Micah pulled the tent open and allowed himself in. "Fuck me, you made me jump." You held your chest as you'd got caught up in your thoughts. "Ohh you know I'd happily do that." Micah crept his way over to where you were sat. "I have some rules though." You held your finger out to Micah before he got straight to business. "I'm not 12 so give me rules like a child and I'm out." Micah rolled his eyes as sex was all he wanted right now. "Don't let me explain myself you'll probably end up with a child so shut up a listen." You demanded as you did have a point. "Ahh, go ahead." Micah sighed and allowed you to proceed.

"As you can tell from my first statement, I want I avoid children at all costs. You finish in me, I'll finish you." You got straight into your little list of rules you had.
"We both need to want this. If one of us wants to stop halfway through. We stop immediately and that goes for everything." You explained which Micah nodded to as he could respect that.
"Finally. You need to have loyalty and respect for me. Even though this isn't an intimate relationship, you need to treat me fairly. Can't handle that, you can't handle me." You put your hands on your hips in confidence waiting for Micah to reply.

"I'm sure I can handle all of that." Micah answered and pushed himself forward to kiss you.

Micah was desperate for this. He had seen cleavage on your body for ages and all he wanted to do was have it. It had been a month or so since he had slept with someone, but for you, it had been three years. You joined the Van Der Linde gang three years ago and before that was the last time you slept with a man. So for you, this was gonna be amazing, having this benefit with someone, you missed it. The second kiss was similar to the one you had earlier on, it was still rough and enjoyable; the only difference was that you were un-buttoning Micah's shirt as he was gripping onto your neck.

Micah eventually took the next step and pinned your down so he was on top of you and holding your wrists down so you couldn't move other than wiggle about.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to ravish you." Micah growled and tossed his hat and shirt to a side in a hurry so he could pin you down again. "You're right. I don't." You agreed as you had no idea how much Micah fantasised about you. "I might surprise you then because I'm gonna fuck you up." Micah dripped down to kiss you again and rubbed one of his hands down your thigh. "Just do it already! It's been too long!" You demanded Micah to rock your world as it had been too long for you.

Time Skips 25 Minutes.

"You... weren't lying." You gasped for air as Micah laid next to you after he finished. "If I would have known you were that tight and dirty I would have made a move ages ago." Micah confessed as he reached out for his shirt. "I guess, I can say the same." You nodded and continued to lay where you were. "Same time tomorrow?" Micah question and pulled his pants up along with equipping his gun belt. "Definitely." You nodded with your arms behind your head.

Shortly after Micah got dressed he left your tent and went to sit around the campfire on his own. Everyone was asleep but him and the camp dog, Cain. The stray just looked up at Micah with no emotion in his eyes as he knew Micah was a bastard.

"What you looking at, mut? Begone with you!" Micah growled at Cain who understood his words.

Cain just whimpered away from the campfire where he was resting and re-located to the front of Abigail's and Jack's tent to continue laying.

"Pesty, flea carrier!" Micah snorted and spat as he also reached into his pocket for a cigarette.

"Quit bullying the dog. He's a good boy." You patted Cain on the head as you also decided that this wasn't your bedtime yet. "He's a mongrel." Micah inhaled his cigarette and watched you walked over to him in your nightgown. "And you're a snake." You added as you chose to defend a dog than a human. "Then you must be a bitch." Micah chuckled as he was starting to find you more and more amusing. "But I'm your bitch." You sat on Micah's lap not finding his insult hurtful.

"How do you feel about rope?" Micah asked with his eyes turning to yours. "Comfortable." You nodded and pushed yourself fourth onto Micah's thighs. "Even around that fragile neck of yours?" Micah drew around your neck with his rough fingers finding your clavicle highly attractive. "Where's your lasso?" You nodded wanting to know where Micah kept it. "Baylock's saddle." Micah softly moaned as his other hand explored everywhere on your body.

You popped off Micah and went over to his horse to find the lasso as Micah said it would be. After you took the rope off the stubborn animal you re-arranged it so it fit nicely around your neck without making it difficult for you to breathe. When you got back to Micah, you passed the other end of the rope to him hinting that he was in charge and that you were wanting to go again. Micah caught the rope and pulled it closer to him so you were dragged back down to sit on his lap. As you were riding Micah you could feel that he was excited and raging to go another round. Micah unbuckled his belt and struggled to slip his pants off with you on top of him, but he made it possible.

"Wait. Here? Someone will see us." You stopped Micah as this was a concern of yours. "Everyone is asleep and if someone does wake up, they'll know to avoid us. Now put that in your mouth." Micah shrugged not caring if anyone woke up as he tied a ball in his lasso to put in your mouth. "Yes, Sir." You did as Micah demanded and re-arranged yourself so you were sitting on his dick.

As you started to continuously ride Micah in front of the campfire where people would usually be, you started to forget about your surroundings as you kept thrusting and enjoying yourself. Micah then thought it would be best to leave a little mark of his on your collarbone. As your sexual partner was groaning at your experienced movements he sucked and licked on your highly visible beauty bone to claim you as his. You didn't mind at all, this was a massive turn on for you, but what seemed to be a turn off was Reverend Swanson walking up and stumbling into camp for a bottle of whiskey.

"S-sexual in-intercourse before marriage i-is a sin in G-god's sight, you two." Swanson stuttered as his drunk person had walked in on you two out in the open. "We all know you won't remember this in the morning, now fuck off, you drunk." Micah pulled away from your neck telling the persist to be gone.

Swanson didn't reply but did collapse outside of his bedroll that was caused by the alcohol.

"Now I wanna go somewhere more private." You pulled the rope from your mouth demanding Micah you to go back to your tent. "Ok." Micah nodded, stood up from the campfire and took you back to your tent for the remaining of round two.

Time Skips to the Morning, 8:30am.

You woke up naked as the day you were born, in your tent; when your body decided to wake you up. Micah wasn't in your tent or next to you sleeping so he was probably already out. You got changed into a fresh outfit and equipped your gun belt with your holster. As you stepped outside, the sun hit your eyes making you squint, you covered your face and went for a bowl of stew that had been freshly put out.

"You're up a bit later than usual." Abigail mentioned as you filled up your bowl. "I know... I was up a bit late last night." You sighed with a reliving exhale. "Why? And why so hesitant?" Abigail grew suspicious as to why you seemed different this morning. "Why are you so bothered?" You chuckled and took a spoon full of your food. "Because you seem calmer and I feel less stress coming from you this morning." Abigail smiled as she was glad you were less grouchy. "I'll tell you if you promise to tell no one. That includes John, Dutch, Tilly, Molly or anyone. Even Cain." You listed as your gossip would be nice to tell your friend. "Your secret is safe with me." Abigail nodded wanting to hear your gossip.

"Well, there's someone in camp that I'm... Seeing. But not in a romantic way. It's more of a beneficial thing for us both." You explained the situation that you had going on. "Ohh, so there's a Mr Someone who you're sleeping with. My bet is Javier." Abigail guessed as she understood that you didn't do the romantic relationship thing. "Nope, you're way off." You shook your head eating more of your stew. "Lenny?" Abigail guessed again.

You shook your head again as you swallowed your food.

"Charles?" Abigail said.

"Why are you picking the darker skinned men in camp?" You noticed where Abigail was going with her ideas. "They're a lot nicer than Bill, John and Micah. I also think they're more attractive too." Abigail confessed as she was getting into the girl talk a bit too much. "I suppose you're right,.. but no it's not Charles." You thought for a second to see if Abigail was correct and she was.

"Ohh my Lord. I'm gonna guess another five and if I'm not right, you have to tell me. Arthur, Bill, Hosea, Dutch or Pearson." Abigail guessed multiple times over and over again. "Nope." You chuckled shaking your head at her. "What? None of them?!" Abigail sighed getting irritated at herself.

"MR BELL, GET THAT ANIMAL OUT OF HERE!" Susan screamed at Micah who just came into camp on Baylock, who crossed the line a bit. "Alright, calm down!" Micah responded and pulled on Baylock's reins.

"It only took Susan one guess." You pointed your spoon over in their direction to give Abigail her answer. "Aww no, (Y-N). Micah Bell? Really? You're sleeping with that awful man?" Abigail dreadfully sighed at your confusion. "I'm an awful woman and my head is already fucked up so why not?" You shrugged finishing your food. "But you can pull better than him." Abigail mentioned. "He's got a massive..." You changed the topic that you thought would be amusing for Abigail to turn down. "I don't wish to hear about Mr Bell's size or what freaky stuff you two get up to, (Y-N)." Abigail covered her ears and then rubbed her eyes. "Thought so." You nodded and left Abigail to her duties as you went to wash your bowl and spoon.

After your meal you went to sit around one of the campfires and decided to wake up a little more as you weren't a morning person every morning.

As for Micah, he dropped some money in the donation box, threw a rabbit on Pearson's table and sat next to you for a cigarette break.

"You look ravished." Micah chuckled as he sat on the log with you and pulled a cigarette out. "It's been a while ok. My legs still feel like jelly." You let out a little laugh with Micah and decided to take one of his cigarettes. "The FUCK is jelly?!" Micah inhaled the tobacco then exhaled having no clue what that was. "A wiggly dessert posh fuckers eat. Can you light this for me?" You shrugged not being sure yourself and held your cig out to him. "Cheeky." Micah mumbled as he lit the cig as your requested. "What you gonna tell me next? You don't know what Coca-Cola is?" You scoffed with your cigarette. "I know what that shit is. It's rancid stuff. But I know something you don't know." Micah shivered at the thought of the nasty drink that was popular with most. "What?" You inhaled the tobacco. "In about fifteen minutes I'm gonna be round the back of those trees and up that little hill wanting to rail you." Micah leaned in as he whispered in your ear. "Alright. I'll meet you there." You nodded liking the fact you'd just found out.

Micah stood up, gazed down at you in a seductive way and slowly walked into the direction he pointed at. About ten minutes later you went the same way but to be stopped by the famous Irish man.

"I wouldn't go that way. There's some shit up there." Sean chuckled at his joke with his repeater in his hand from guard duty. "Haha funny. You know, you Irishmen are always hilarious, but you're nowhere near more fun than an American." You agreed with Sean's joke as you nodded on. "And what's that supposed to mean, Lass?" Sean quizzed. "Well according to Karen, sex isn't a pleasure with a European man." You shrugged and walked away.

From then on, you left Sean in his shocked state and continued to find Micah in the woody area. He was waiting for and basically got straight down to business. Even though he made it quick, it was amazing and thrilling to you. The thrill of being pushed against a tree, in the open and getting railed from behind hit you a different way. Even though you had only fucked Micah three times now, he was becoming a favourite of yours already. Just the way he pulled your hair, roughly kissed your lips, used creativeness with rope, dominated you and went as deep as he possibly could; it made you climax.

"You enjoy?" You gasped for air as you started to get dressed with the clothes Micah took off. "...Yeah." Micah answered with his arms behind his head. "We should experiment a lot like this you know? Different places, different restraints, positions and all that." You listed as you buttoned up your shirt. "A knife is something I'd love to use. Not to cut you but, to press a blade across your, back or the side of your neck." Micah nodded telling you a rather exotics fantasy he had. "Hmm... I've never thought of knife play before." You responded as you weren't sure on that type idea. "That's fine. Well, I gotta go, food doesn't steal itself and I don't think people kill themselves much these days either." Micah replied accepting your hesitant answer and made his way back to camp so he could pack some stuff on Baylock's saddle. "They don't seem to get the chance with people like us being around." You rolled your eyes with a rather dark joke. "Haha, funny." Micah chuckled and gave his ride a carrot.

Time Skips Two Months

Over the last two months things with Micah were really exotic and getting more crazy as time went on. You were almost fucking Micah daily. Accept from when he ended up in Guarma, but that was a different story.

Before Guarma happened, you and Micah grew a tight bond and became closer than you both expected. Maybe a bit too close for your heart's liking. Everyone in camp knew you and Micah were having a sexual relationship and nothing more. But if it stopped two dishonourable people from being nasty to people in the camp, they didn't complain. If anything people noticed you were more relaxed and Micah was more quiet so they were encouraging both of your actions.

You and Micah were both very experimental with your relationship. You had discovered many positions, items to use and many different places such as: Your tent, around the campfire, a hotel room, outside the back of a saloon, a horse's stable, a camp you both set up when going on missions and even on the train tracks which was a wonderfully weird suggestion by drunk Micah. Micah did also continue to bring up knife play every now and then, but you always dismissed it.

At the moment in Beaver Hollow you weren't in the mood for any sexual activity. Even what was remaining in camp weren't in the mood for anything. Pearson was slacking with the camp's food. Jack was terrified and fearing for his life. Dutch had literally gone insane, the way he was thinking even sent shivers down your broken spine. Arthur's Tuberculosis was slowly killing him as much as he hated to admit it. The only person that was doing the most was Karen, but that was only drinking Whiskey from dawn to dusk.

You were sat around the main campfire enjoying your bowl of stew that was forced to you by Susan. She had noticed you haden't eaten in days due to stress so she forced a bowl of stew in your face until you accepted it. After eating your food you felt a bit more energetic but it wasn't gonna change how you were feeling. How the gang was falling apart and how people were dying was breaking your heart. First Mac, Davey and Jenny in Blackwater, Sean in Rhodes, Kieran in Shady Belle, Lenny and Hosea in Saint Denis, Molly in Beaver Hollow and the most recent one joining her could be Arthur with the coughing and bloody spit coming from his mouth. You also had the feeling that your time was coming too, nothing was wrong with you medically; but you could see the Midnight Coyote in the corner of your vision when you left the camp to do something. You tried speaking to Micah about it but he just laughed and called your paranoid.

Speaking of Micah, he had just rode back into camp, dismissed his horse and decided to pay you a visit at the campfire.

"So you're eating?" Micah sat next to you as he rolled himself a cigarette. "Yeah, Susan forced me to." You replied placing the bowl on the floor as you finished. "Ahh good... I-it worried me a bit." Micah explained with a nod. "That I didn't eat for a few days?" You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, it did, especially since you're a foody person. You still seeing the Scary Coyote?" Micah confidently accepted but then changed the topic to make him more dominant. "Yeah, I predict my death in the next two weeks." You admitted with a sigh. "Don't be stupid, Chickpea. You're a survivor, like me." Micah nudged you with his classic nickname he'd given you. "Well, we'll have to see when the Pinkertons show up with the army as someone paid them a visit." You sighed standing up from your position. "Shut up." Micah snarled knowing that you knew about his betrayal to the gang.

"How sharp is your knife?" You turned back to Micah as he watched the fire. "Average I'd say. It could do with being sharpened though." Micah responded as he pulled the weapon out.

You locked your eyes on the silver blade with a little bell engraved on the bottom. You took Micah's hand that held the knife and he got the message to stand up in front of you to let you explore something new. Micah towered over you as his right hand gripped the handle and you guided the blade to your chest to get a feeling.

"That's the pressure I'd apply to you." Micah quietly spoke as he pushed down ever so slightly. "I can feel the sharpness." You nodded not being feared by the object. "That's why little pressure is applied. Now turn around." Micah removed the knife from your chest as he told you to turn your back to him.

Micah ran the knife blade from the top of your neck to your lower back with little pressure and it did send a shiver up your spine instead of down. You rolled your head back onto Micah's shoulder where he glimpsed down at you exhaling with a gulp and rested his free arm on your hip to comfort you.

"Can you two do that somewhere else? It's getting tiresome." Uncle broke you moment as he finished his third nap for the day. "Mind your own God damn business, you pissing parasite." Micah snatched his attention to the older man as he let you off to a side. "I was until that happened." Uncle rolled his eyes that then searched for booze.

"Just leave him, Micah. He's an old man. I'll be in my tent." You mumbled to Micah as you presented to reject him that was actually a signal for him to join you to make it less awkward. "Nice one, Old Man." Micah graoned as you left the area. "It's not like you'll be ravishing her later anyways." Uncle shrugged as he got up from his resting spot. "At least I won't be drinking myself to sleep tonight like a sad little man." Micah evily chuckled and walked away from Uncel before things got too out of hand. "Whatever." Uncle replied and also left the conversation at that.

It wasn't long till Micah made his way back over to you in your tent where you waited for him. Micah made himself comfortable, took his hat, jacket and boots off to then unbuttoned the top of his shirt. As Micah did so, you stood face to face with him and kissed him straight on the lips with no hesitation then the pair of you got straight to the point.

Micah bent you over a barrel that you used as a nightstand. One hand pulled your hair back and the other held the knife. At first Micah didn't use the knife, he just held it as he thrusted into you. Then moments later it came into play, slowly but surely you felt a sharp yet also cold and blunt blade at the top of your back. Micah pulled it down your back carefully and was getting more than carried away, his moans were attractive to you, but it did start to scare you at one point. When you changed positions, Micah sat you on the barrel and held the knife to your lips that was then replaced with a kiss.

"Micah..." You spoke as you put your arms around his neck.

Micah just gazed deeply into your eyes with all of his attention on you and carried on doing his own thing. You tilted your head back as the knife was going down your chest and onto your stomach. After a few more minutes of continuous exotic sex Micah did something to your surprise, he threw the knife to the side and stopped. Then it hit you, literally hit you.

"Y-you didn't..." You flicked your head back up in surprise. "... Yeah, I did." Micah groaned as he was still inside you not pulling out. "You can't be serious." You exhaled as this was agent the rules you both agreed on. "I apologise alright. I just got into it and carried away. " Micah pulled out of you letting you get down from the barrel. "There better not be any consequences from this, Bell." You snarled and jumped onto your travel bed to lay down. "Relax will you. Men's fertility decreases in their forties anyways." Micah rolled his eyes and sat on the side of your bed. "I thought you were thirty nine?" You questioned. "I was yesterday." Micah mentioned as this was a shock to you. "I'll let you off then, birthday boy." You squinted your eyes and covered yourself up.

Eventually, you fell asleep in your bed and Micah did too actually. You didn't know Micah was asleep next to you as you fell asleep first, but Micah could feel himself needing a nap. You slept for roughly three hours and woke up sweating and panicking. You could tell that it was getting dark outside and you was aware of the laying figure next to you. Micah was resting beside you with his arms behind his head watching you freak out.

"You done?" Micah yawned. "What are you doing?" You doubled looked Micah as you knew he rarely slept. "I was sleeping until you began to sleep scream and kick. Some nightmare you were having." Micah shook his head and sat up with you. "But you don't sleep." You mumbled feeling a bit bad that you woke him. "I do when I feel comfortable to and when I need to." Micah cupped your cheeks so your eyes were on his. "...What are you doing to me, Micah?" You gulped knowing exactly what Micah had done.

Micah had made you soft and you admitted that to yourself. Even your heart admitted that you had grown a great bond with Micah, but adding the bond and softness together made love. You had actually fallen in love with Micah Bell and admitted it to yourself now.

"Nothing." Micah responded and followed up with a kiss as he held your face.

When it came to kissing Micah, it never meant anything as it would be in the heat of the moment of sex; but this was the complete opposite. The kiss that Micah started was full of passion and feelings. It had a meaning to it and this was the first kiss you had with Micah that was meaningful. You melted into Micah's embrace and softly kissed him back.

"Micah I-I L..." You pulled out from the kiss and started to speak until Micah cut you off. "You need something to help you relax." Micah explained and collected his leather jacket from the ground. "What?" You shook your head. "You still smoking or is that something you haven't done in a few days too?" Micah searched his pockets with his question. "I've increased on how much I smoke from stress." You groaned with a sigh at the end. "Smoke some of this." Micah tossed a small jar that was finger sized to you. "What is it?.. It stinks!" You opened the jar and had a sniff. "Cannabis. The smell isn't appealing but it relaxes you pretty good. I stole some after Arthur got me out of that jail in Strawberry and let's just say I was loving life in my little camp." Micah explained as he also passed some tobacco and cigarette equipment to you. "Right... Isn't this a wonder drug too?" You quizzed not being sure on it. "Yeah, doctors are testing it on Tetanus patients or something like that." Micah shrugged. "I heard something about that, but I don't have Tetanus and I've never seen Cannabis before so this is new." You nodded but also agreed to try something that could help you in this difficult time.

Time Skips Half An Hour.

Thirty minutes later you and Micah had ingested a fair amount of Cannabis each and both of you had different reactions to the drug. Micah was out of the current world and laying in bed next to you feeling great and relaxed more than ever. As for yourself, you were a mixture of good and bad. You felt the anxiety and stress walk out of your brain, but your brain wouldn't switch off. Like... You couldn't stop thinking about anything.

"Micah?" You smiled as you lied next to your fellow friend. "Hello." Micah answered still gazing up as he laid on his back. "What would happen if you were to put a stick of dynamite in a blunderbuss?" You quired and shuffled closer to Micah. "...You... Are REALLY giving my ass a headache with these questions... Just... Shut the fuck up." Micah chuckled to his own response and put his arms around the back of his head. "Is it normal to..?" You scooted closer onto Micah so you were cuddled up to him for warmth. "SHUT UP!" Micah exclaimed and clenched his eyes shut as he put an arm around you. "Your heart is beating backwards." You exhaled and rested your head on Micah's chest so you could start to get some rest. "You're adorable laying there, so don't ruin it." Micah commented as he watched you get comfy up to him. "Alright." You answered.

For the rest of the night, you and Micah slept like newborns. You both needed the sleep and some comfort so you got it while you could. Whether either of you would care to mention the affection you two shared in the morning was a different game.

As the morning came around you woke up at your usual early rise and was surprised to find Micah next to you still. Then to an even bigger surprise he was still asleep, when you woke you weren't cuddled up to Micah but your legs were around each others. You didn't want to wake Micah so you crawled over him without making contact and then you got changed. As you left your tent and gave yourself a big stretch, Dutch approached you.

"(Y-N), have you seen Micah?" Dutch questioned soon as he saw you. "... Err... No. No, I haven't actually." You hesitantly responded as you didn't want Dutch knowing you had shared a bed with Micah in an affectionate way. "You sure? His horse is still here and of all people, I'd think you'd know." Dutch nudged you hinting at your relationship with him. "Maybe the Smelly Bastard went for a wash." You rolled your puffy eyes. "Says you, your breath stinks." Dutch chuckled. "That'll be the Cannabis." You breathed into your hand to get a little sniff. "Cannabis?" Dutch questioned himself and then walked away as you ended the conversation, moving in the opposite distance.

Over the next few hours you did some chores around the camp while most of the gang was out. Dutch, Arthur, John, Micha and a few others had gone on a job in a different state. Then to your surprise, most people left the gang as you told them to. Mary-Beth, Karen, Trelawny and a few others had abonded the gang. Abigail had been taken by the Pinkertons and you took Tilly and Jack to safety so they didn't get to you three as well. Now this was to your concern as the Pinkertons knew where the remaining gang members were hidden.

"This is bad. This is really bad. The Pinkertons, the Army and Bounty Hunters know where we are. If they come back, we'll be dead. All they need to do is prepare, I fucking called it" You panicked as you came out of your hiding spot. "(Y-N), relax. We'll get Abigail back and we'll just move again." Tilly spoke not knowing what to say other than attempt to make things better with kind words. "We can't go North! There's no more land! We'll have to move West which is useless since John and Arthur blew up the bridge!.. You need to get out of here and take Jack with you. I'll meet up with you both at Copperhead Landing with Abigail. Get your stuff packed. I'm having a word with Dutch!" You planned out trying to help people for a change in your life and marched over to Dutch with the other men on horses.

"DUTCH! We have a problem!" You ran over to the men and waved them down to stop in front of camp. "What?" Ditch sighed as if there wasn't enough problems already. "The Pinkertons... They have Abigail and took her to Van Horn. They also know we're here along with the Army and Bounty Hunters." You rapidly explained as you tried to catch your breath. "Well, we best get moving then." Dutch patted his horse to calm down. "Move to where? If we go North or East we'll drown! If we go South we'll run into authorities! And sending John and Arthur to blow up the bridge has caved us in!" You screeched out of stress as if you were losing your mind.

"Just relax, woman. We'll move South and hurry across West so we dodge the law. It's not that difficult." Micah chuckled and shook his head. "You've doomed us all, Van Der Linde." You growled feeling like your skull was gonna shatter.

"You two get out of here too. I'll catch up with you both. GET!" You a sighed as Tilly trotted to your side, you then slapped her horses hip and sent them both on their way to safety. "Where did you send them and where's everyone else? Pearson, Swanson, Uncle?" Dutch snarled not liking what he just saw you do. "I sent them both to safety. I'm not letting a young woman and a little boy die from your fuck ups, Dutch. As for the others, I guess they wanted to live... So they left." You shrugged and held your arms out with the truth that really grinded Dutch's gears. "What the fuck has gotten into you? We're supposed to be on the same side!" Micah dismounted and whispered in your ear as everyone else walked past you two. "We are. I just don't see why young innocent people need to die in fear. I'm in fear and I don't want others to feel what I may go through." You clenched your jaw as Micah was milimeters away from your face. "You're paranoid! Negativistic! Incredulous! Get a GOD DAMN GRIP, WOMAN!" Micah pointed his key finger in your face as he lost his temper with you as his other fustcwas tightly shut. "Fuck you." You bitch slapped Micah across the right cheek to teach him a lesson.

"MICAH!" Dutch called Micah over before his clenched first hit you.

Micah walked away watching you as he held his cheek in disbelief from your actions. Soon as Micah took his eyes off you standing there on your own, you broke down. You balled your eyes outs as you hated to do and say that it someone you so loved.

"You love him don't you?" Sadie commented as she came over to comfort you after hitching Bob up.

You didn't want to verbally admit it so you just nodded and wiped away the tears.

"It's alright, love is painful." Sadie patted your shoulder as she could see Arthur walking over to you both.

"I think this is the first time I've seen you show some heartfelt emotion, (Y-N)." Arthur commented at the wrong time. "Shut up and get back on your horse. You need to go get Abigail and where's John?" You snorted and got a grip of yourself to then realise that John didn't return with the gang. "He... He died." Sadie admitted. "Ohh shit, another one? Well both of you need to go get Abigail back and meet up with Tilly and Jack. I don't want that innocent boy being an orphan. I'm staying here as I've got unfinished business." You pulled the two of them to their rides and encouraged them to go get Abigail. "And where are we meeting them?" Sadie questioned as she mounted up again. "Copperhead Landing and don't come back either. The pair of you." You pointed as you didn't want to see them again in a positive way. "Ohh I'm coming back, (Y-N). I've been in this gang longer than you and ain't no woman telling me what to do." Arthur shook his head as he also joined Sadie on his horse. "Don't make me bitch slap you too, Morgan!" You rolled your eyes knowing Arthur meant no harm in his words, so you slapped the back of his horse and sent the two to go save Abigail.

As you watched Sadie and Arthur gallop out of Beaver Hollow you let out a long exhale and gave yourself a few minutes to process everything. You felt like you were doing the right thing, you just had a man pulling you down who was brainwashing the gang leader. You decided to ignore Micah for as long as possible so you kept yourself away from the centre of the camp until someone approached you.

"You got a grip yet, Chickpea?" Micah snook up on you as you sat on the edge of the camp.

The cute name calling crushed your heart and all you wanted to do was fall into Micah's arms but you just couldn't. You had to be stubborn and solitary on the outside right now. You ignored Micah's question and continued to watch the river flow beside Beaver Hollow.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." Micah snapped with his short fuse as he snatched your face with both of his hands.

You kept your eyes shut as a small wave of fear reached you until you opened your eyes again in anger.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You pushed Micah back as you also started to lose your patience. "What has gotten into you!?" Micah quizzed not liking your attitude towards him "...You. You've gotten into my God damn head and I can't stop thinking about you as much as I hate to admit it!" You growled and rolled your eyes with your fast response. "And why do you hate to admit that?!" Micah also rolled his eyes as he could sense the argument going somewhere. "Because I fucking love you!" You screeched enough just for Micah to hear you and to blow the starting argument out. "...No... No, (Y-N)... Chickpea. You can't love me." Micah hesitated in shock with his replies and walked away leaving you where you were.

You didn't respond to Micah after he rejected your love, you just remained in your position and waited for the next event to happen. You hoped that Arthur would return, but getting Abigail back wasn't going to be an easy task so Arthur could take hours.

Moving along a few hours, you predicted Arthur's return. He mentioned that Abigail was safe, that she killed Agent Milton and that Micah was rather close to Milton. However, Arthur didn't mention anything about you being a rat too, maybe Arthur knew you wanted to change at the last minute.

Before you knew it, almost everyone had pulled their guns out. Micah was pointing at Arthur and Arthur was pointing at Micah. Dutch was deciding on who to trust and by the looks of it, he was going with Micah. You just stood in the middle of what used to be the camp with your arms up. Right now you could easily be shot by everyone.

"DUTCH! You left me... You left me to die!" A familiar voice yelled from the camp's entry. "My boy... I didn't have a choice... John I didn't..." Dutch turned his head to the returning gang member "You... LEFT ME!" John screamed again being furious as he held his bullet wound.

"All of you pick your sides now because this is over." You drawed out your guns from their holsters to then aim them up at the sky. "Be quiet, (Y-N). You've lost your mind as much as Morgan has." Micah rolled his eyes at you with a revolver still on Arthur. "DUTCH! This is coming from someone who has previously been close to Micah. You seriously gonna take his side over Arthur's?" You slowly stepped back towards Arthur as you had chosen your side with him. "A hypocrite is what you are. You're just as bad as me, only that you're trying to save your own skin with lies." Micah hissed with a revolver now pointing at you. "No, she has a point, Mr Bell! Now put down your guns." Susan joined in with her shotgun ready for fire. "In that case..." Micah shrugged and shot Susan straight in the stomach with no hesitation to then get a rise out of Dutch.

"NOW! Who amongst you is with me?! And who, is betraying me?!" Dutch withdrew his handguns and walked over onto Micah's side.

"He just killed your Ex-Lover and you trust him?" You questioned and pointed your guns at Dutch and Micah with Arthur. "Bill, Javier. Think, think for yourself." Arthur coughed as he pulled you behind him for protection. "He's lying... They're both LYING!" Micah repeated until all Hell broke loose.

"PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN!" A familiar authoritative voice called out from a distance. "God damn it! Move! Everyone get down!" Dutch flinched at the gunshots coming their way. "Are you ready John? (Y-N)?" Arthur put himself into cover as he flipped a piece of timber. "Yeah." You and John answered as you both crouched while aiming at the Pinkertons. "This is Agent Ross with The Pinkerton Detective Agency, put you guns down! Lay down your weapons now! We have you surrounded!" Ross informed you all as he did have the whole landmark of Beaver Hollow surrounded by law.

"Dutch, we gotta go! Come on!" Micah called from a further distance as he was wanting Dutch out of there.

You ducked back down to reload your gun and as you did, your eyes landed on Micah making a run for it.

"They're all yours, Morgan!" Micah yelled over as his vision ended up on you covering.

Your eye contact only lasted for about three seconds until John pulled you away from the rapid fire.

"(Y-N), come on. Into the caves, quick." John dragged you with him as Arthur was already inside.

"They're running into the caves! Chase them down! Go go! After them! They have no way out of there. Find them and kill all three of them!" Ross demanded his men as the Pinkerton's were chasing you three. "It's a good job there actually is a way out of here." You mumbled as you climbed the side of the cave with the two men. "Mr Morgan, Mr Winkle, Mrs Bell! You're trapped! Surrender and we will take you alive!" Ross called out again clearly getting two of your names wrong.

"Since when did you marry, that bastard?!" John stopped for a sudden second in confusion before he climbed the ladders. "I didn't, we've just been seen together a lot in public and fake news spreads. Now get up that ladder." You rolled your eyes as you caught your breath. "There were two rats, John. Milton told me." Arthur coughed as he reached the top first. "What? Micah and?.." John shook his head and looked back down at you as he was half way up the ladder. "Yeah. Me. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I want to make things right. That's why I encouraged the whole gang to leave behind Dutch's back, sent Arthur and Saide to get Abigail, sent Tilly and Jack to Copperhead Landing for safety and backed Arthur up before this." You proudly admitted as you stepped away from the ladder and decided to head back to the cave entrance.

"Y-you traitor!" John yelled as Arthur helped him up. "Yeah, I know. I also know that Dutch's stash of money is here too. So if you want it, come get it. But in the meantime I'm gonna save your skin too, Marston." You jumped down from many rocks and boulders and pulled out a large wooden chest that Dutch hid the money in. "We've gotta go, come on, John." Arthur shook his head and pulled John out from the cliff so you were left to defend yourself. "I can't believe that. I knew those two were up to something besides their jumpoff." John sighed as he stumbled down the hill calling for his horse. "I know, but right now isn't the time to be mad at her. She's made things right and now we need to get the Hell out of here." Arthur also called for his horse to get away from the drama.

From then on, you were on your own. Arthur had continued to get John to safety and you 'took care' of the remaining Pinkertons. You defended yourself for a solid ten minutes and then your prediction came true. Just as you thought you were done; two bullets went straight through your chest and hip.

"I GOT (Y-N) ALI..." The Pinkerton that shot you twice called out till you finished him off. "But I got you dead." You gasped as you shot him inbetween the eyes just in time and collapsed to the ground from the pain.

"Ohh SSHIIT!" You studied your bullet holes in your chest and hip as you slowly bled out.

"John... D-did you hear that?" Arthur stopped himself and John as he heard shouting from where you went. "Yeah, but I need to go to my family, they're more important than a traitor." John shrugged as he continued to move. "Well, maybe you're right, but what about the money and (Y-N)? Sure she betrayed us, but she saved a whole lot of us." Arthur coughed with his heavy breathing. "If you wanna go back for her and get the money, then go." John mentioned as he still moved through the paths, hills and cliffs.

"Wait... Here. This stuff don't mean much to me no more." Arthur coughed again as he passed his satchel, hat and most of his weapons to John. "Arthur?.." John stopped and realised what Arthur was doing. "I want you to run and not look back. Go to your family and be a God damn man, they're at Copperhead Landing, remember that." Arthur gasped and only kept hold of one revolver as that's all he'd need to go back down to Beaver Hollow. "Thank you, you're my brother." John nodded and got Arthur's belongings set comfortably on himself. "I know." Arthur nodded and went to opposite way.

Moments later Arthur had successfully travelled back to Beaver Hollow and unlocked the chest that had all of the money left inside. All he had to do was find you. You were still on the ground holding your wounds feeling like you were about to pass until familiar figures came your way.

"A-a-arthur? D-don't... Go back..." You coughed as you made out Arthur standing right beside you with a huge bag of money. "Why? I came back for you and the money." Arthur kneeled down beside your lifeless body. "He's h-h-here. It's a trap." You cried as you grabbed the bottom of Arthur jacket. "What?!" Arthur shook his head and looked out of the cave. "Was nice knowing you, Black Lung." Micah aimed his revolver and shot Arthur in the head killing him in on shot.

"Ahh, thank you, Chickpea." Micah chuckled as he dragged Arthur's corpses away from you so he could sit beside you. "Y-y-you actually killed him." You shredded a tear as your hands went back to the bullet wounds. "I said would and you actually stuck by my side." Micah stroked your hair to comfort you. "I didn't... I didn't call them b-back for help. Arthur came back on his own. John made it... and that's fine with me." You continued you drop tear as your eyes began to slowly shut. "But you still locked Arthur in place for me and I thank you for that, my love." Micah raised his eyebrows and pressed a passionate kiss on your cold lips.

The last thing you remembered before passing was Micah's kiss and being picked up by him. After that, it was eternal darkness.

The End...