heyitsreyyy

[heyitsreyyy]

black coffee with sugar

in which an outlaw used to living by his lonesome is challenged by a pretty smile.

A loud bark of a yell interrupts the serene silence of what was about to be her fluid grand escape. A figure tall and toned marches into the train car, weapon drawn and eyes scanning feverishly, they land on her hustling form stilling her with his strong gaze " you headin' somewhere darlin?" he drawls eyeing her and her prepared suitcase suspiciously. She looks over his broad shoulder at his men dispersing themselves among the train, " as a matter of fact I am, I suppose I've backed myself in a bit of a corner" she gestures towards the end car shed been planning to jump off from blocked off. He smirks his hat dipping slightly " why you do look like you've gotten yourself in a real bind, id offer you some help, but I'd have to warn you I may be more trouble than help." he says tone light. She grins back plump lips curling, " that's fine hun I don't think I'm in much of a position to be picky." she outstretches a polished hand bangles chiming to make a delightful bell sound " y/n" she introduces. Suguru's violet eyes flicker down to her outstretched hand, the bangles on her wrist catching the light of the kerosene lamp. His lips twitch, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth as he steps closer taller stature looming over her " Hun, huh?" he challenges low and smooth. He doesn't rush to take her hand letting his gaze wander over her, taking in the fine fabric of her dress, how it clings to her soft curves, and the glint of gold peeking from the large suitcase resting next to her feet. Finally, he reaches out, his large hand swallowing hers, his grip firm but not harsh, his fingers are calloused and scarred, the roughness a contrast to her soft warm skin. " Suguru Geto" he introduces himself, taking her in once again " Now why don't you tell me what a pretty thing like you is doin' on a train car full of rich bastards, and why are you so eager to get off it?" his dark eyes flick back to the suitcase, gold practically screaming at him. He's intrigued but he's not going to jump the gun, he's patient and calculated and he's not about to let her sweet smile and bangles distract him from the fact she's clearly got something to hide. She matches his gaze boldly as she answers looking down at the suitcase, he'd flickered his gaze to several times " let's just say were common minded" she gestures her head towards the next train car over full of rich socialites. " but don't worry, I'm not greedy I'll give you a little cut for helping me slip out" she says overly sweetly, shifting the suitcase of esteemed jewelry. Suguru's smirk deepens at her boldness his violet eyes narrowing as he takes in her confident demeanor. He doesn't miss the way she matches his gaze, her own eyes glinting with mischief that mirrors his own. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under his scrutiny, and it only makes him more intrigued.

" Common-minded, you say?" he muses, his tone teasing but thoughtful. He steps closer his boots clicking against the floor as he leans in, his voice dropping " You and me, sweetheart, might just get along real well. But let's get one thing straight- I don't do ' little cuts', If I'm helpin' you slip out of here, I'm takin' my fair share. And trust me, it's gonna be more than a 'little' ".

His hand tightens around hers slightly, his calloused fingers brushing against hers in a way that can almost be mistaken for possessive. He doesn't let go just yet; his gaze locked on hers as he sizes her up. Shes bold sure but she needs to know she doesn't have the upper hand.

" Now, let's see what you're really packin' " he says voice smooth but firm as he releases her hand and gestures towards the suitcase. " if we're gonna be partners in crime, I need to know what im gettin' into. And don't try to sweet talk me, sugar. I've been around long enough to know when someone's tryin' to pull a fast one."

She lets out a hum of surprise at his demeanor, impressed, sitting the suitcase down and gesturing for him to kneel beside her, lightly patting the floor " don't worry i won't skimp you" she eyes him up and down " though you don't look low on cash" she teases. she pops the suitcase open with a satisfying click the layering gold and jewels sparkling, she lets him get a glance before popping it back shut, resting the suitcase against her full hip. She dramatically frowns addressing his later comment " ah what a shame sweet talk is my specialty yknow' " she teases lips curling up to expose small dimples.

" Low on cash?'' he repeats, his tone low with mock offense as he leans back on his heels his kneeled tall frame towering over her " Sugar, you'd be surprised how expensive it is to keep a compound full of outlaws fed and armed. But i aint' complainin'- this little haul of yours might just make my week.''

He watches her snap the suitcase shut, his eyes lingering on the way she rests it on her hip, the movement effortless despite the weight. Theres something about the way she carries herself- confident, unshakable- that's drawing him in a little more than he'd like to admit.

" Sweet talk's your specialty, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and teasing as he leans in closer " Well, sugar, you're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna get on my good side. Ive heard every line in the book, and I aint easily impressed." His lips curl into a smirk of his own his gaze dropping to her plump lips and the soft dimples that appear when she smiles. Shes playing a dangerous game and he's more than willing to play along- for now.

" But I'll tell you what" he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper " You keep talkin' sweet and i might just let you keep a little extra for yourself. Just don't go thinkin' you've got me wrapped around your little finger. I'm a hard man to please, y/n". He stands then, his tall frame shadowing her as he offers her a hand to help her up. His grip is firm, and he speaks " Now, lets get you out of here sweet thing."

She takes his hand gracefully making sure to linger her hold longer than necessary leaning slightly against him on her way up. She crouches slightly dusting her knees off before she speaks slyly " Do lead the way Mr. Geto."

Suguru's smile deepens as he feels her hand linger in his, her touch warm and deliberate. He doesn't miss the way she leans into him as she rises, her body brushing against his for just a moment longer than necessary. It's a subtle move but not one that goes unnoticed by him. His violet eyes flicker down to her, his gaze sharp and calculating, though there's a hint of amusement in them now.

" Mr. Geto, huh?'' he hums, his voice low and smooth as he releases her hand, though he makes no move to step back. He's close enough where she can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of tobacco and leather and a heavy earthier herb smell wrapping around her like a cloak. " Sounds awfully formal for someone who's just about to become my partner in crime. You can call me Suguru, sugar. 'Mr. Geto' makes me sound like some stuffy banker. "

He takes a step back then, his tall frame moving with fluid grace as he gestures towards the door of the adjacent train car. " Now, let's get movin' were loosin' daylight" his tone is casual almost nonchalant, but there's a sharpness to his words hard to ignore. As he leads the way, his boots clinking, he glances back at her over his shoulder, his smirk returning. " Keep up, sugar" And try not to make too much noise with those bangles of yours. Wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention".

As they move through the train car, Suguru's hand rests on the hilt of one of his pistols, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. He's calm, collected, but there's a tension in his posture that's hard to miss. He breaks her observations " You got a plan for where were goin' once were off this train?" he asks glancing at her " Or are you just wingin' it? 'Cause I gotta say, sugar, wingin' it aint exactly my style."

She eyes him beginning to glance over her shoulder as well checking the coast small footsteps as quiet as a barn mouse " Awfully brave of you to ask me for instructions" she starts " and here i saw you as the commanding type" she ponders quickly " I have a few ideas if you need." She gestures for him to scooch along trained ears picking up a distant sound.

Sugurus grin widens at her teasing, his violent eyes glinting with amusement as he glances back at her. " Brave, huh?' he challenges lightly " Sweetheart, Im the commanding type but even I know when to ask for directions. 'Specially when im dealin' with someone who's got a few tricks up their sleeve." He doesn't miss the way her small footsteps are almost silent, her movements quick and precise. Its impressive, and it only adds to the intrigue she's already sparked in him. When she gestures for him to move along he doesn't hesitate, his tall frame moving with a fluid grace as he follows her lead.

" Alright, sugar," he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he leans in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. " Let's hear those ideas of yours. You got a place in mind? Somewhere we can lay low and divvy up the spoils?'' he asks.

She nods answering him " I built a few hideout spots during my tinkering times; you got a directional preference, and I can provide a temporary hideout" she confirms. She looks down at the end of the train car there about to leap from preparing herself. She feels him lean inwards an amused grin painting his lips " Tinkering times, huh?'' he questions voice heavy with admiration and curiosity " Your full of surprises, sugar. I like that.".

He doesn't miss the way she moves with purpose, her hands steady as she prepares for the final hop out of the train. It's clear she's done this before, when she mentions the directions and several established hideouts, he lets out a delighted laugh " Directional preference?" he muses, looking off at the scenery to ponder quickly before he responds " Southwest. Theres a town a bit past the canyons. We'll go to my spot I'm not sure if I trust your tinkering builds, sweetheart" he says tone lightly distrusting. He holds out his palm " Now, let's get movin!".

She only eyes his palm for a moment before taking it, allowing him to tug her off with him wrapping his arms around her waist and taking the brunt of the speedy fall, there close bodies suffering a few weak rolls from the drop. As they both get their wits together, she hears him groan lightly, hands still firm on her hips from there tousled position. She leans in earnestly, moving his long locks to check him over," You alright their cowboy?'' she questions voice soft and smooth. He nods his head giving her hip a squeeze of reassurance " m' just fine sugar, you alright?" he eyes her noting her speedy recovery slightly surprised. She nods finally pulling away from him " I'm not the one who took the brunt of it" she teases. He eyes her looking her up and down momentarily before smirking " Youve done this before, haven't you?" he lowers his voice now somewhat raspy with amusement " Jumpin' off trains, runnin' from trouble- it's not your first rodeo is it now?" he continues.

She glances back at him " once or twice" she answers simply with a soft shrug " don't worry I've got a good track record, i won't give you any trouble" she teases lightly. He eyes her disbelievingly, " Honey I get the feeling your nothing but trouble" he quips, hat dipping as he eyes her. " Now let's hope we don't catch some trouble in town" his eyes narrow as they continue walking in the direction of the hideout.

She eyes the area before tugging out a wrinkled-up map from the inside of her corset " Its Tolkei , isn't it?" she questions knowingly, pointing out a spot on her map. She looks over to him and he nods impressed " You been, sugar?" he questions curiously eyes dipping to where she'd just pulled out the map, gaze lingering a little too long. She catches his gaze when it crawls back up and she nods " Its nothing to worry about" she pats a hand to his chest before moving it to give a dismissive wave " real small, the worst you have to worry about is the rowdy drunks. not much trouble." she eyes him mischievously, stepping forward to trace a finger across the base of one of the pistols he'd rested his hand on subconsciously grinning teasingly " though I'm sure you could handle it just fine." she finishes and once seeing him stiffen and face contort, she pulls back laughing throatily.

His eyes narrow and his throat hitches as she traces the base of one of his pistols, her grin devious. It's a move that's equal parts daring and teasing, and it only makes his intrigue in her deepen. He watches her turn her back to him hiding herself from his view of her lips parting. eyes wrinkling, as her bell-like laugh synchronizes with her shifting bangles clanging. He repositions his tall form to get a better view " Oh I can handle it just fine." he says, his voice low and steady, resting his hand comfortably on the hilt of his pistol as he steps closer. " But I'd rather not have to, 'cause when I start handlin' things, people tend to get hurt, and I'd hate for you to get spooked, Sugar". he lulls. He tugs them both forward, his palm pushing on her lower back momentarily, " Now hand over the map,I wanna make sure your not leading us astray, would be a shame for you to double cross me this early" he half jokes though part of his tone is stern he extends his palm in more of an order than request.

She rolls her eyes, sighing softly before plopping the map into his hand, " Lord someone's been unkind to you, I'm not dumb enough to double cross you mister." she motions between the two of them, his stature looming, pointing out how dumb the accusation would be. She quickens her pace annoyed but also to match his longer strides. He looks down at her a warm rumbling laugh leaving his chest " Unkind, huh?" he smiles amused, " Sugar, you've got no idea. But I'll take your word for it-for now". He hums as he digests her later comment " Smart girl, i don't think either of us would like what'd happen if you double crossed me. I don't get the roundabout from nobody- not even someone as pretty as you" he softens the end of his statement not wanting to scare her with his heavier comment.

She pretends the threat has no effect on her choosing to instead fan her face dramatically, grinning softly " pretty huh? why don't flatter me Suguru! ~" she drawls. He watches her intently eyes gleaming in interest at her silly gesturing, the soft laughter bubbling from her lips is infectious, and he is surprised to hear his own shortly after. He's not one to let his guard down easily but there was something about her that's making it harder to stay aloof. " Flatter you, huh? Honey, I get a feelin' I'll be real good at that. Why with that smile of yours and those eyes." he drawls " those eyes they're like a wildfire- hard to look away from and even harder to put out." he grins touching the curled end of a piece of her hair before backing away. " But don't go thinkin' you've got me wrapped around your little finger" he says sharp and knowing, " Im a hard man to please, sugar, and I don't give my trust easily. But I'll tell you this- you've got my attention. And that's not something i give lightly."

They continue on for an hour or two before reaching the small town, they catch no trouble and Suguru leads them to his hideout tucked near the deeper part of the nearby canyon. As they reach the hideout, Suguru pauses, his tall frame blending into the darkening night before he looks at her tugging her in " Welcome to one of my humble abodes, It aint much but it'll do. Now let's get down to business. You got that suitcase of yours and I've got a few questions. Let's see if we can't come to an agreement, sugar." he says voice stern but not harsh. She eyes the place momentarily giving him a soft whistle before turning to the table herself, she sits the suitcase down carefully between them, straddling across the bench to sit down. She does another look around to ensure there alone warily before popping open the suitcase again.

He watches her like a fox his slim eyes taking in every movement, how she handles the suitcase with care, the shift of her hips straddling across the bench, and how her pretty eyes dart around the room to ensure total privacy, finally shifting his gaze off to the glittering contents of the suitcase. He lets out a low whistle " Why didn't you hit the jackpot, sweetheart! But I'm curious how'd you manage to get your hands on all this? I know very well it wasn't legal." he hums intrigued. She raises a brow slightly grinning at his question, " Now why would i tell you that Hun? Wouldn't want you stealing my methods now" she tuts. He chuckles softly at that before eyeing the suitcase again " Alright Y/n, Let's get down to business. How much of this are you willin' to part with? 'Cause I gotta say I'm not the type to settle for scraps." he leans in. She taps her nails against the worn leather of the suitcase pretending to think before grinning up at him " what amount do you think your efforts amounted to?" she questions.

He smirks at her confident statement and if it was anyone else, he would of been much less amused " Alright then, I would say they're worth about half of whatya have in there. But since you're a lady, I'll settle for a third" he offers, eyes searching her. She lets out a hum pretending to think, " I suppose I could do a third but... I expect to be put up for the night, I'm not keen on moving at nighttime." she states firmly. He scoffs, offended look on his face " you think I'd let you run off this late?". He thinks tentively for a moment before speaking " Alright, a third, and I'll keep ya for the night, deal?"

She smiles proudly at his agreement, leaning across the table to extend her hand for a shake, the confines of her corset struggling from the position, chest prominent. She awaits his hand staying in the odd fold. Suguru's violet eyes flicker down to her extended hand, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he takes in the way her corset strains against her chest. His lips twitch, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he practically dives forward, his rough hand closing around hers in a firm, possessive grip. He lets out a deep breath not flinching from the close proximity between them " Now about how to split it." he begins, and she answers quickly " Got a pad and pen?" she questions. He nods reaching into an inner pocket of his worn leather coat pulling out a small, weathered pad and a stub of pencil, he flips it open to a blank page calloused fingers parting the pages easily with a known precision before offering it to her. She takes it gently and he raises an eyebrow " You do know now's not the time to be writing me a love note right?". She rolls her eyes at the comment before beginning to write " I'm going to make a log, organize the items by worth and then distribute our shares based off that" she explains simply. Her pretty cursive taking over the bag as he watches intently. She finishes in a relatively short amount of time going over her list twice " I know your gonna ask to double check so go ahead." she assures handing the pad over.

Suguru takes the notepad from her, his fingers brushing against hers, he doesn't miss the way her pretty cursive sprawls across the pages, each item neatly categorized and calculated with a precision that's hard to ignore. It's clear she's got a keen eye for detail, and it is silently added to the list of things about her that intrigues him. "Well, aren't you thorough," he drawls eyes scanning over the list carefully " Your right sugar, I was gonna double-check. Can't be too careful. But I've gotta say, you've got a real talent for this. You sure your not some kind of account in disguise?". She scoffs scrunching her nose " Absolutely not, don't insult me Suguru" she quips. She stretches,hip popping before looking around "Suguru" she calls softly "You wouldnt happen to have somewhere to bathe here, would you?" she questions hopefully, eyeing him from the side of her vision.

He hums a reply deep and rumbling before standing up "Bathe huh? Your full of demands, sugar. But lucky for you, I aint a complete savage. I've got a spot to clean up, not exactly a fancy bathhouse, but it'll do the job." he gestures towards a side of the room urging her forward " Follow me". He pushes off from the table heavy footsteps leading the way. He glances over his shoulder shortly " Don't worry sugar, I'll make sure your real comfortable. After all, you're my guest. And I aint about to let a pretty thing like you go without a little luxury." he teases softly sincerity hiding in his tone. When they reach the small bathing area, he gestures towards the small wooden tub," There you go, sugar. Fresh water, clean towels, and a little privacy. Take your time- I'll be right outside if you need anything.", she lets out a pleased hum at the setup watching him retreat just outside of the door for what she presumes to be protection. The gesture makes her smile softly. She begins to strip her outerwear, long skirt pooling at her feet, she fidgets with the lacing of her corset for a few moments before coming to the realization it must have knotted earlier during there escape. She contemplates for a moment before peeking her head out the door slightly "Suguru, hun?" she starts softly " Would ya mind doing me a favor?" she gestures at the knotted lacing. The sound of her voice draws him from his thoughts and smiles softly as he takes in the sight of her slightly pouting barely peeking out the door, looking down to see the troublesome corset. He nods a silent answer to her question giving her a come here gesture. She shuffles over facing him so he can attempt to fix it. He glances down at her taking the top of the corset gently his large fingers fiddling with it carefully " Got yourself in a bit of a bind here dont ya honey?" he says softly.

She flushes under his watchful gaze watching his gentle fiddling with the knot, he breaks away from his focus on the knot to catch her fluster small smirk growing on his face " This knots givin' me a little trouble sugar." she's not prepared for what he does next his hold on the lacing tightens and he tugs her forward before leaning down to her chest tugging the knot between his teeth. It comes undone quickly and she has to grasp it against her chest eyes widening in surprise as she matches his gaze. He lets out a soft laugh " God you have that thing tight, how do you breathe in that thing." he eyes her clenching the material to her chest and he smirks " Looks like ya dont even need it from what I can see" he teases. Her flush manages to darken " I barely can" she answers truthfully. He eyes the corset as if its wronged him, poking a finger to the now weak boning watching her jump at the contact. He laughs lightly and she steps back slightly " Thank you for your help" she says softly quickly scurrying back into the bathing area. He smiles at her sincere thanks enjoying seeing a more mellow soft side of her.

She bathes quickly scrubbing off the evidence of their eventful day, she crawls out of the tub drying off before eyeing the garments laid out. They appeared a bit too large for her and she quickly understands why when she places the smell of tobacco and light earthiness. She slips on the loose top it rests slightly off her shoulder and shuffling into the soft linen pants that try to slip loosely off her hips. She slips out the door of the bathing quarters soft footsteps momentarily surprising Suguru, who leans casually against the wooden post of the bathhouse, his black cowboy hat tilted low over his eyes, shielding them from the dim light of the kerosene lamps. The faint sound of water splashing had stopped moments ago, and now he hears her voice, light and cheerful, cutting through the quiet night. " All done!" she calls, he doesn't look up immediately, letting the corners of his lips curl up into a slow, knowing smile. " All done!" she calls. "All done, huh?" he drawls, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He finally lifts his head, his violet eyes locking onto her as she steps further out. The sight of her in his clothes brings a soft smile to his face despite their extremely loose fit. " You clean up nice, Sugar," he pushes off the post stepping closer to her, his boots crunching softly against the gravel as he moves in, "Though I gotta say, they do look better on me" he teases. She brings the shirt to her face pretending to recoil, " I did think the odor was familiar." she jokes.

He rolls his eyes nudging her in a testy way with the tip of his boot " watch it. although speaking of odor..." he gestures to the bathhouse, " it's my turn." he dips his hat softly slipping past her. He remerges moments later long black hair wet and clinging to his toned shoulders, dampening the thin shirt underneath. He interrupts her checking him out with a deep clearing of his throat smiling once she matches his gaze, " You look exhausted sweetheart, c'mon." he beckons her back into the hideout leading her to a closed off area. As they enter Suguru stretches lazily, his muscles loosening after the long day, and runs a hand through his damp hair, the faint scent of soap lingering on his skin. The kerosene lamps cast a warm, flickering glow across the room softening the rough edges of the place. He glances over at her, who's already made herself comfortable on the cot he quickly set up, her hair still damp from the bath they'd taken turns with. He eyes her amused " you look like your about to drop, sugar." he teases. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with those sharp violet eyes. He watches her sink further into the cot eyes heavy but not wanting to fully have her guard down quite yet. It's a smart move and one he can relate too but still he's itching to see just how far shell let her guard down around him.

" You know" he starts, stepping closer to the cot " Your welcome to share the bedroll with me. It's a bit more comfortable than that old cot. 'Course I aint exactly the type to cuddle, but I'll make an exception just for you, sugar.", his smirk is sharp, his tone teasing, but there's a hint of something more in his eyes. She eyes him unimpressed, turning her back to him as her reply. His smirk softens " Alright then y/n, get some rest, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. And don't worry- I'll keep an eye out. I'll keep ya safe" he states tone light. She mumbles out a soft " Goodnight Suguru" before quickly dozing. he calls back giving her a " Sweet Dreams, Sugar" himself far from sleep.

As the night progresses, she tries to sleep but the night wind blowing through the hideout and her wet hair causes her to shiver violently, sleep now far from her grasp. She tries to push through it for an hour or two before grumbling and crawling over to his bedroll. Suguru's sharp eyes catch the poorly veiled shivers that run through her body as the night wind sweeps through the hideout, a night chill settling in the room. He's been pretending to sleep, but the truth is, he's been keeping one eye on her ever since they settled in for the night. When she finally gives up on pushing through the cold and moves towards his bedroll, the thought to stop her doesn't even cross his mind. He shifts slightly, making room for her without hesitation. His smirk is faint but unmistakable in the dim light. " Could've just asked, yknow'. I don't bite. Well, not unless you ask me to." his words are teasing but there's a softness to them as he glances down at her. He watches the shivers still course through her with a frown, eyebrow slightly creasing in worry, he offers up his warmth. Shes much too cold to do her usual teasing back so she settles on accepting his warmth burrowing against him with a soft " thank you", shivering beginning to stop.

Suguru watches her shivers begin to cease, her body leaning into his warmth. For a moment he's caught off guard by the vulnerability in her voice, the way she softens just enough to let him see the girl behind the bravado. It's not often he sees this side of someone, and it stirs something in him- something he's not entirely sure he wants to acknowledge." Don't mention it." he murmurs softly his arm tightens around her instinctively, pulling her closer as if to shield her from the cold. He glances down at her, his dark eyes softening slightly as he takes in the way she's curled into him, her body seeking his warmth. It's a rare moment of quiet between them, a break from the usual banter and tension. For a moment, he lets himself relax, his sharp edges softening just enough to let her in. "You're not used to this, are you?" he asks, his voice low and soft as he looks down to her. " The cold, I mean. You're not from around here, are you, sugar?" his tone is casual, but curiosity is softly laced into his words.

She nods in confirmation, head nearly against his chest. " I came down from i/t, it's a lot colder here." She answers before softly grinning opening one eye to look up at him " am i that obvious?" she jokes. Suguru smiles softly at her peek and grin, he leans further in, " Obvious? Nah, Sugar". He lets out a soft breath thinking for a moment " i/t, huh? that's a long ways from here, can't have your pretty self traveling with all that gold by your lonesome, can we?" he says softly exhaustion starting to hold in his tone. She nods sleepily " some protection would be nice" Suguru watches her fight exhaustion softly dozing in and out " Some protection huh, well aren't you lucky then sweetheart?". She smiles softly humming against his chest, feeling him adjust loosely wrapping an arm around her waist, she murmurs out a soft " night." before she feels herself doze off. Suguru feels her body relax against him, he relaxes against her, the smell of cherry and lily filling his senses, he pulls her form closer resting his head above hers, "Night, Sugar".

Authors Note: This is my first writing so please let me know if there were any mistakes or if you have any requests or recommendations! I'd love to make this a series if anyone is interested.