As crusty as Susan could be, she did have her moments, and she seemed to have a soft spot (albeit a tiny one) for you. The girls said it was because Arthur loved you, they said that after Mary broke his heart he was miserable and when Susan saw how happy you made him she began to go easier on you than the others.

You worried they'd get jealous, resent you, but the group was kind, simply relieved to see Arthur happy. He was like a big brother to all the girls, you included when you first joined, making sure they were safe, providing for them, always looking over them on jobs. Eventually, you noticed he'd give you things and not the others, little sketches from his journal, pressed flowers that he'd found on his travels, and eventually more extravagant gifts like jewelry. You smiled as you remembered when Arthur first presented you with a necklace.

Flashback

" Arthur, it's beautiful but I can't accept this." Hands fingering the delicate chain and red stone.

He looks down and shrugs, hand scratching the back of his neck, "Oh that? Nah- I just found it on a job, thought it'd look pretty on ya."

You knew he'd stolen it, and it hadn't really cost him anything, but you still didn't feel right accepting such lavish gifts.

This continued for a few weeks. Gift, glances, a lingering hand as he helped you from horses and wagons. You loved the attention because from the moment you arrived, you'd had your eye on him. Strong, protective, handsome, and most of all kind, who wouldn't pine for him?

One day Arthur finally worked up the courage, albeit with a little liquid help, to ask you to go hunting with him, you'd never hunted in your life so wondered what help you could possibly offer him as a hunting companion

"But I can't even shoot a standing target, let alone a moving one!'

He smiles to himself, remembering the time you'd tried to shoot a beer bottle no more than ten feet away.

"You'll be fine, you can help with the skinning or something." He shrugs.

"I don't know Arthur I'm not even good at that, why don't you take John or something?"

"Cause if rather not spend a day wi' him, 'sides he's useless at huntin'."

"Well, what about Tilly? She at least can skin a rabbit properly?"

He sighed, "'Cause I'd just like your company alright? Come with me, please?"

A blush quickly filling his cheeks as you had accidentally forced him to reveal his true intention.

That night you barely slept for thoughts of being alone with him for the first time. You were excited to get away from camp but nervous about spending the whole day together. What if you had nothing in common? What if you'd misread his signals and he really was just looking for company? What if he didn't like you after spending a day with you? Would you have to find a new gang then? Would it be awkward? Maybe he just wanted a quick fling, he was a man with needs after all...

...Jesus you needed to sleep...

The next morning came faster than you would have liked, your overthinking keeping you up. When you leave your tent, you see Arthur already up and loading gear onto his horse, Bodecia. Your blue roan, Caesar waiting patiently beside the pair and already tacked up.

He turns as you approach. "Ready to go darlin'?"

You blush at the endearment, you weren't sure if he used the term with the others but hearing him use it on you made you feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy.

"Sure, let me just grab some coffee and I'm good to go."

Desperate for the caffeine to wake you up you chug the lukewarm brew Pearson has left by the fire and quickly hurry to mount Caesar, eager to get on the road. Arthur is already mounted and waiting by the trail, you ride over and both of you fall into an easy pace as you leave the camp.

The trip was quiet at first and you sensed he was nervous. You were a little relieved it wasn't just you that was feeling that way. He asked about your family, your hobbies, all the usual chit-chat that passed the time. You answered politely, turning the conversation back on him and his life with the gang, eventually, he relaxed and you both fell into easy conversation.

After a successful day hunting, he asked if you minded spending the night camping before heading back in the morning.

"It's a beautiful night, be a shame to turn back so soon. Why don't we sleep out here tonight?"

He was right it was a beautiful night; the stars were clear as ever.

"Sure. Would be a shame to waste this privacy too."

Plus, you were grateful for an excuse to spend more time with him.

Arthur set a small fire going, removing his gun belt he lays on the ground propped up on his elbows, motioning for you to do the same.

"Come sit by me, I promise I don't bite." He smirks, "sides I wanna show you somethin'."

Intrigued, you lay beside him mirroring his position and following his gaze to the sky.

"That there is The Big Dipper, see how they go across and then drop there?"

He leans in close to you so you can see where his hand is pointing, you gasp when you see it, never noticing the pattern before.

"And that there is Orion's Belt, see how they connect?"

"Wow, must have been a big guy to need a belt so big..."

Arthur chuckles, you feel his chest vibrate and you note how close he is.

Arthur told you what he'd learned of the stars from a man on his travels, explaining the different names of them and even talking about something called planets or other worlds, as he called them. You didn't understand everything, but you loved hearing him talk so passionately. He continues pointing out constellations, but you can't keep your eyes on the sky, you keep stealing glances at him, his head craned upwards at the sky accentuating his jaw that was lightly speckled with stubble. Stubble you'd love nothing more than to be burning between your thighs. Pressing your thighs together you begin to imagine how he'd feel using his tongue to bring you closer to the edge, praising you as you got closer.

"Good girl.... there's a girl...you're doing so well for me."

You'd heard him calming down the horses one night after a bad storm and you'd be a liar if you didn't say you were a little envious of the attention the horses got, wishing he'd praise you as he did them.

Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize Arthur had stopped talking and was now staring directly at you.

"Stars are much better to look at than I am darlin'."

There it was again "darlin'".

God that drawl did something to you, you couldn't help but bite your lip.

"You keep looking at me like that Y/N and I worry you'll eat me up."

"Maybe I will."

Arthur chuckles but his eyes darken as he glances at your mouth, his tongue subconsciously running over his bottom lip. God how you wanted to taste that lip.

"Y/N... You're making it real hard to keep being a gentleman..." his voice low and dangerous.

"Then don't be." You roll over and straddle his thighs.

He growls, hands instantly grabbing your hips, he sits up and crashes his mouth to yours.

One hand grips your hip holding you down on him, the other snakes up to tangle in your hair. He moans, into your mouth.

"Fuck Y/N, I've wanted you since I first saw you."

Your breath hitches.

His lips leave yours to begin kissing your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire up to your jaw, nips of his teeth make you throw your head back and groan. You begin grinding your hips into his to get some much-needed friction.

"Took you long enough to act." You say breathlessly.

You feel him smirk against your neck as he continues his onslaught, the hand in your hair holding your head back to expose more of you to him.

Arthur growls, seemingly frustrated at the lack of skin available for him to taste. He flips you on your back, positioning himself between your legs. You both can't work fast enough, your hands are clumsily undoing his shirt and pushing it down his arms. The minute his chest is revealed you run your fingers through the dusting of hair, hand sliding up his neck and pull him back to your mouth so you can capture his lips again. His tongue licks your lips demanding entry and you oblige, tasting whiskey and peppermint on his breathe. God, he tasted good, you wondered what other parts tasted like too...

The hand on your hip slides down your thigh to your knee bunching up the fabric of your dress and trying gain access to where you so desperately wanted him.

To where you so desperately needed him.

"Fuck Arthur, please"

"Needy girl ain't ya?" You whimper as his fingers slide over your clothed pussy teasing you. "Fuck, you're so wet, you're already soaked through, that all for me?"

You blush at his words; you knew his voice would be the end of you, but God did he know how to use it. As you begin to writhe at his teasing, he pushes your drawers aside with his fingers and begins sliding them through your folds, gathering the slick that drips from you.

"I bet you taste so good, but I can't wait tonight darlin', I gotta have ya' will you let me have ya?"

"Please!" You nod frantically and he wastes no time pushing two fingers deep into you. Your back arches head thrown back, God he feels good, two thick fingers working you open, pushing you higher and higher.

"That's a good girl, God this pussy is warm, think you can cum for me? Show me how pretty you look when you cum?"

He curls two fingers and hits you right there on the spot. Bingo.

"Fuuuuuuck, Arthur! Oh god, yes right there I'm gon-...."

Your words are lost as Arthur's lips crash over yours, swallowing your moans as he pushes you over the edge. Pleasure coursing through you as he guides you through your orgasm.

"That's it sweetheart, so good for me. I got you." He slowly withdraws his fingers and kisses your neck.

You blink your eyes open as you come down from your high. No one had ever made you feel like that. Where did he even learn to do that!?

His hand moves to his belt fumbling with the buckle.

"I didn't think you could look more beautiful but then I saw ya cumming for me."

"Arthur I need you now" you whine.

He chuckles at your neediness, "I got you, I'm gonna take real good care of you."

He frees himself from his jeans pushing them down only as far as he needs to. He's as desperate to be inside you as you are to have him there. He lines himself up at your entrance, hand slightly shaking with need, and in one slow torturous move, he slides into you.

You'd been with men before but non like Arthur, to say he was hung was an understatement. He filled and stretched you to your limits.

"Y/N... You're so tight. Oh god sweetheart you feel so good." He sighs, eyes fluttering shut and burying his face into your neck.

"Arthur please move." You beg, not caring how needy you sounded at this point.

He draws back before slamming back into you.

"Ugh!" The force shocks you but it feels too good to care.

He sets a steady rhythm, sliding into you and angling his hips in just away so he's brushing over that spot again and again.

Your eyes roll back' " mmmh, right there don't stop."

He bites your neck, teeth gritted, "Fuck sweetheart, you're gripping me so tight. That feel good? Ya gonna cum around my cock for me?"

You can't answer him, your hands are scrabbling across his back under his shirt, your neck scratching the hard planes of muscle.

He growls and slams into you harder, his pace beginning to falter.

"I'm so close Y/N, I want you to cum with me." He grits out, holding back his own release until you find yours.

Arthur snakes a hand between your legs, finding your clit with his thumb he begins pressing tight circles.

"Oh God, don't stop!" You throw your head back against the ground. The added stimulation pushing you to the edge.

"Arthur I'm...." your words are lost as you reach your climax.

"Y/N sweetheart, fuck nnnnugh!"

He roars and slams his hips flush against you, your walls flutter tight on his cock, triggering his release. He empties into you, hot ropes of cum coating your insides.

He falls limp onto you, one arm preventing him from completely crushing you. His weight feels good against you.

Coming down from your high you nuzzle your face into his neck, inhaling deeply a smell of gunpowder, sweat, and something that is innately Arthur.

He pulls back to look at you.

"You really are something else Y/N." Hand caressing your cheek.

You turn to kiss his palm, letting out a content sigh, "Could say the same about you, Arthur. I gotta thank whatever woman taught you how to do that."

He chuckles, "You're the only woman that's gonna feel like that because of me. Sorry to tell ya, but you're definitely stuck with me now."

Relieved it wasn't just a one-time thing you can't help but smile.

"I don't mind at all."

Arthur looks down to where you're still connected feeling his cum beginning to leak down your thighs. His eyes widen, pulling out of you quickly as he realizes what he's done. You wince at the sudden emptiness.

"Shit, I... I didn't mean to... I got carried away! I'm so sorry!" His eyes are full of concern.

"Arthur shhh." Hand cupping his face. "I don't mind."

"But what if you're...?" He trails off, thinking the worst.

"Then we'll cross that bridge if the time comes."

He frowns but nods, pulling himself up and tucking himself back in his jeans while reaching for his bandanna. Wiping your thighs gently he cleans you up with the cloth.

"I'd take care of you if you are, I don't have much as you know, but I'd give you everything."

"I know Arthur" and you didn't doubt him for a second, you knew he'd give you the world.

"C'mon let's get you to bed." Standing and holding his hand out to you.

You settle in his tent, your back pulled tight against his chest, his arm tight around your middle.

"Thank you for tonight Arthur." You sigh, eyes closing and sleep creeping in.

He squeezes you closer. "We have more than tonight now." He whispers pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You fall asleep that night wrapped in your outlaw with a smile plastered on your face.

End of flashback