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RDRSW21 Day 4: Clothes

Title: Breathe Our Vows While the Stars Chase the Clouds

Word Count: 1452

Pairing: Abigail/Reader

Notes/Warnings: NSFW, slight exhibitionism, domme Abigail

Title from A Wistful Waltz by Teddy Hyde

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Let me rest in your eyes, hide in your ears

Abigail always looked perfect. No matter what time of day, no matter what she wore, she was always gorgeous, a magmatic queen for the rest of the world to behold. You were convinced that you could keep your eyes locked onto her the entire day through and it still wouldn’t be enough, you’d still want to trace your eyes along her figure, studying the way her clothing accentuated her body and the softness of her skin that wasn’t covered. You were enamored, obsessed, and you would do anything to keep it this way. She was the most gorgeous woman you’d ever laid your eyes upon.

“Abi…” you whimpered, hiding your face in her chest, arms wrapped around her as you ground down on her thigh, both of your skirts hiked up and your bloomers discarded somewhere on the ground. The two of you were behind your tent, Abigail sitting on an old crate with you in her lap, her plaid jacket pulled tight around both of you so as to shield you from the cold night air. 

“Sh, you’re doing so good… so good…” she coaxed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I need more… please, touch me…” you begged, still rutting against her. 

“I know, I know, but can you hold on just a little bit longer for me? I know you need me, but I just want to watch you for a while longer. Please, my darling?”

Your hands squeezed at her waist, encircling it and pulling her closer to you as you kept on riding her thigh. Abigail dropped one hand from around your back, touching your chin lightly and pulling it up to face her. You flushed red, embarrassed from the forced eye contact, but also couldn’t help taking in just how loving Abigail looked. Her eyes reflected the lamplight, her smile soft and loving as she smoothed her other hand over your back, running it back and forth over the openings of her jacket and the little bit of your shirt that stuck out in between them. 

“Mm, do you know how good you look right now, my darling? I can’t think of a better sight in the entire world.” Abigail whispered, and fuck she was so attractive you had to bite your lip to hold back a whimper. “I love watching you, so much, my darling, so, so much. My good girl, such a good girl.”

You felt your face flush, and you bit down on your lip to hold back a groan. “Abigail…”

“Could watch you like this for hours, just grinding down on my thigh, chasing your high again and again…” she paused, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I’d love to do that, y’know?”

The fact that she still had your chin in her hand, eye contact unbroken was threatening to break you. “Oh God, Abigail…”

“I love you, by the way. Love you so much. So damn much it almost kills me sometimes…” Abigail tightened her grip on your back, and you kept grinding down, letting yourself drown in her. “You mean the world to me, you know? I have no clue what I’d do without you, my darling…”

“Abigail, my love, please, I’m…” you cut yourself off, not able to finish your sentence. The praise, the eye contact, the closeness, it was beginning to be too much.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you, my love. I always do.” Abigail cooed, slipping the hand off of your chin to between your legs, the hand on your back halting your movements as she began to rub at you, and relief swept through your entire body as you began to shake against her.

“So wet for me, such a good girl.” Abigail praised once more. Her hand may not be on your face anymore, but you still didn’t want to break eye contact with her. You’d never felt this physically close while you made love before, (you’d definitely have to try the jacket again in the future,) and not getting to see all of the adoration in her eyes would be like throwing the last piece of a puzzle into the Dakota River. It just wouldn’t be right. 

“Can feel you dripping down my thigh, by the way. How utterly soaked you are, how much you need me… do you have any idea what that does to me?” Abigail asked, running her finger around your clit in hard, fast circles. 

You weren’t sure whether to nod or shake your head, so you just sat there, rolling your hips against her fingers. When you didn’t respond, Abigail chuckled, taking her hand off of your back and grabbing one that held onto her waist, hiding it under her skirt and her bloomers. “How ‘bout you see, hm? See what you do to me.” Abigail’s gaze was full of lust, and when she guided your hand up against her completely soaked core, that was it. You threw your head against her chest as you started to come, vaguely conscious of her grabbing your chin and forcing you into a kiss as she helped you through your high, moaning into her mouth and letting the waves of pleasure carry you away. For a moment, you and her existed as one, and the rest of the universe around you faded into nothingness.

You slumped against her once you finished, squeezing your arm around her waist as she did the same to you, kissing the top of your head. Lazily, you began to rub at her in return, cherishing the sounds she made quietly.

“Love ya, Abigail…” you murmured into her chest, the soft cotton of her bloomers rubbing against the back of your hand while you pleasured her. “I love you so much…”

“That’s good, my angel, just like that… good girl.” Abigail moaned your name gently, letting her face fall into the crook of your neck as she tried to coax you inside of her. You obliged, sliping two fingers into her warm heat and dragging them along her walls, utterly adoring the sound that she made as you did so. 

“Come whenever you need to, okay?” You whispered into her ear.

 She laughed. “You really think you’re the one in charge here, my darling?”

“Hmm, I mean, I am the one giving you what you need, am I not?” you teased. “There isn’t anything stopping me from pulling away now, is there?”

Abigail laughed again, low and sultry. “Oh, but I know you, and I know that right now, you’re far too enamored with me to tease me.” She pulled her head up and kissed your cheek. “You can talk all you like, but I’ve got you right under my thumb, and you’ll give me whatever it is that I need.”

You clenched your jaw, not meeting her gaze, and not stopping your ministrations.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” 

“...You are.” 

Abigail moaned softly, pleased. “Just as I thought.” She kissed you again. “Fuck, you’re really good at this, my love.” 

“How good?” You couldn’t help but tease her just a bit more.

“Good enough to make me come.” Abigail responded, grinding herself down on your hand. “I’m getting close.”

“I love you, Abigail.” you told her, moving your hand faster at her words. “I love seeing you feel good.”

“I love when you make me... feel good. Fuck, my darling, just like that, keep going…” Abigail coaxed you along, and you kept fucking her, smiling as you heard her let out a choked cry and fall against your chest, arms gripping you close to her as she trembled.

You kissed her as she came down from her high, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she caught her breath. “God, you’re gorgeous, Abigail.” You told her again. “I’m so in love with you.”

“I love you too, my darling.” Abigail smiled, pushing you off of her lap and inviting you to take the space next to her instead. You obliged happily, resting your head on her shoulder as she wrapped her jacket around your two figures once more.

“Was that good?” you asked, hand finding hers and fingers interlacing,

“Of course it was, my darling. It was just what I needed.” Abigail assured you, putting her head on top of yours as she stroked the skin on your hand with her thumb. “You’re always just what I need.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and pulling the jacket tighter around you. Jack would probably need to go to bed soon, meaning you two would have to make your appearance at the campfire once more, but for now, you simply let yourselves bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Reality could wait a few more minutes.

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RDR Sapphic Week 2021 - Form

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RDRSW21 Day 2- Epilogue

Title: I Learned it All By Heart

Words: 2098

Pairing: Abigail/Sadie

Warnings/Notes: NSFW

(Title from comme tu dis by Pomme)

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I'll try to believe in myself. Like you say that you believe in me

“He almost loo.. Loo-kehd? No, that’s not a word.”

“You sure you don’t need any help, Ma?” Jack asked, looking at Abigail from across the kitchen table.

“I’ve got this, thanks though. I know this one, I know I do, it just always trips me up.”

“I can just read it to you, if you want. Or if you’d prefer that I wait until Miss Gaskill is able to come over, I don’t mind at all.”

“Jack, I wanna read what you wrote. I know I can’t offer as good advice as Mary-Beth, if I can even offer any at all, I just need to work on my readin’, or I’ll never get it at all.”

“That is true.” Jack clicked his tongue. “Do you want me to give you a hint?”

Abigail sighed. “Sure, that might help.”

“Two os next to each other don’t always make an ooo sound. Sometimes, like in the word ‘good’, they make-”

“Looked! ” Abigail exclaimed triumphantly, grabbing the pencil she kept next to her and writing down the word, its pronunciation, and Jack’s hint in her journal. She knew the alphabet by now (largely thanks to a mix of help from Jack, Charles, John, and, whenever she could make the trip west, Mary-Beth), but still struggled with bigger, more complicated words. Still, Jack told her she was doing great, and she supposed that was true, given that she could read through most of his old penny-novels now.

“Anyways, where was I.. ‘He almost looked like someone you would expect to find in a bib… bib-li-cal story, but this was not the bib … oh, bible, this was real life. This was a real man, and one who had lived... through his fair share of hardships, if the scars and the lines that marred his face were anything to go by.’ Jack,” Abigail put the paper down for a moment, looking her son in the eye, “this is amazing so far. I could never formulate words the way that you do.”

“Thanks Ma, I appreciate it.” Jack smiled, and Abigail did too. She was blessed that, despite all of the hardships he had gone through, Jack was still a happy and polite kid. He still loved reading more than anything (she doubted that would ever change, but why should it, when it provided him a way to pass his time and gave him a way to be happy?) and had been working on writing since he was eight or nine. Ever since John had run into Mary-Beth about six months ago, however, she had been coming out to Beecher’s Hope every few months, not only helping around the farm, but also doing her best to work with Abigail on her reading and giving Jack pointers on his writing. Honestly, as long as Jack was happy, Abigail was content. She wasn’t alone anymore, like she had been for so long, she had a wonderful lover, a husband who cared for her even if the romance had faded away, and said husband’s lover to lighten up her life in ways she had never dreamed possible for someone like her.

“You two been okay while I was gone?” The door swung open, and Abigail turned around to see Sadie walking in, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Sadie!” Abigail cried, getting up from her place at the table and running over to the other woman, practically throwing herself into her arms and kissing her cheek gently. 

Sadie chuckled, smoothing her hands over Abigail’s hair. “Oh come on, Abi, I didn’t leave you alone for that long, only eight hours or so.”

“Still, I missed you.” Abigail insisted, pulling back a bit to give Sadie some space. “D’you need anything? I bet you’re exhausted.”

“I’m alright, just need to rest a bit is all.” Sadie walked over to the table, peaking at the paper in front of Jack. “You still working on your story?”

“Yep. It’s coming along pretty well, too. Miss Gaskill said she should be able to make it over in two weeks or so, so I’m trying to get three more chapters written before then.”

“Ooh, Mary-Beth’s on her way? That’s great news! I hope John and Charles will be back from… wherever the hell they are before then so we can have a real party.”

“I’m hopeful they’ll be back too. It’s always great when everybody’s here.” Jack smiled.

“That it is.” Sadie agreed, moving to sit down in the empty chair to Jack’s left.

“Oh, I figure we should tell you; Ma’s been getting a lot better on her reading!”

“Hm, is that so?” Sadie glanced in Abigail’s direction, a small smile forming on her face as their eyes met.

“I mean, I suppose.” Abigail blushed, embarrassed by the attention. “

“Suppose? Ma, you got through three pages of my work in about fifteen minutes, and that’s including the time you took to write down the hard words and your notes and such. You’re doing amazingly well! Just wait until Mr. Jones and Pa and Miss Gaskill all find out, they’re gonna be blown away!”

“I’m pretty blown away too.” Sadie said, her eyes still locked onto Abigail’s. “You should be proud of yourself. Readin’ ain’t easy.”

Abigail somehow felt herself turning redder, and spun on her heel to go and work on sewing. She heard Sadie laugh behind her, the sound ringing out like brazen bells.

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Abigail watched as Sadie changed into her nightdress, entranced. She was gorgeous, her sun-kissed figure nearly glowing in the low light. Something about the way that she went about unbuckling and unbuttoning every piece of clothing was enough to put Abigail in a spell. She still didn’t know how she had gotten so lucky so as to be with a woman so wonderful as her.

“I meant it when I said I missed you, y’know.” Abigail said.

Sadie turned around pulling her nightdress over her head. “And I meant it when I said I was proud of you.”

The comment had Abigail blushing again, biting her lip as she tried to avert her gaze from Sadie’s piercing eyes.

“I’m serious, Abi.” She walked over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge next to her. “Let me compliment you, please.”

“It ain’t anythin’ that really warrants a compliment. It’s pretty straightforward, I just need to get around to doin’ it more often.” Abigail laughed. “If I had started a bit earlier, I would probably be literate by now. And if I had more time I could dedicate to it, I’d be a hell of a lot closer.”

“I’d already say you’re pretty damn near literate now.” Sadie pressed a kiss to Abigail’s temple. “You can read Jack’s old books without a problem, and with someone’s help, you can read bigger works, like his work in progress.”

“I appreciate it Sadie, I really do, I just don’t know if it’s somethin’ that really warrants this much.”

“Well I sure as hell do.” Sadie reached her hand out, rubbing it softly in circles on Abigail’s thigh. “If anything, I think this kind of progress deserves a reward, don’t you?”

Abigail made a happy noise, resting her head on Sadie’s shoulder. “Not sure I’d say that much, but I’m the last person to be complaining.”

“Good.” Sadie reached her free hand out, turning so she faced Abigail and letting it rest on her cheek. “Because I’m gonna force you to be proud of yourself.”

Abigail wasn’t sure just who leaned in first, all she knew was that their lips eventually met and they were kissing, slow and warm and relaxing. Sadie slid the hand on Abigail’s cheek back, letting it tangle in her hair as she undid her braid. All the while, the hand on Abigail’s thigh kept stroking.

They broke apart momentarily, Abigail lifting her night dress up and over her head, casting it somewhere off the side of the bed. Sadie’s face lit up, and she eased Abigail down onto the mattress gently, kissing her once more, catching her bottom lip and nibbling gently.

“‘M gonna make you feel so good, Abi.” Sadie drew her hands up and along Abigail’s breasts, smiling at the breath that caught in her throat as she did so. “Just like you deserve.”

“Mm, why don’t you show me then, instead of tellin’ me?” she teased, unable to help herself. “Don’t you think that would be better?”

“Hm, maybe you’re right…” Sadie traced the outline of Abigail’s left nipple, smirking at the shaky gasp she let out. “Need to get you nice and wet for me first, though.”

“Then touch me where I need it.” Abigail sighed again as Sadie kept teasing her nipples, spreading her legs in an attempt to entice her lover. “Sadie…”

“Fine, you do deserve it after working so hard today.” Sadie let one of her hands dip down between Abigail’s legs, finding her clit and massaging in slow, steady circles. “This feel good?”

“Yes.” Abigail breathed out, arching her back into Sadie’s touch. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Sadie eased herself down, using her left elbow to support herself as she leaned over Abigail and whispered in her ear. “You’re so smart, d’you know that? You pick up on things so quickly, you always take the time to teach yourself about things, you think things through logically…” Sadie trailed off, scraping her teeth along the side of Abigail’s neck. “It’s attractive. It’s so attractive, Abigail. You’re so attractive.”

“Were you thinkin’ that earlier?” she asked, smiling as pleasure fizzed through her. “You sure were lookin’ at me like somethin’-- fuck, Sadie -- somethin’ was on your mind.”

“I sure was. Damn near wanted to kick Jack outta the house and take you right there on the table. But that’s not all. You wanna know what else I was thinkin’ about?” Sadie’s breath fanned down Abigail’s neck.

“What?”

Sadie pulled back a bit so she could get a better look at Abigail, smiling down at her as though she were the only thing in the world.

“I was thinkin’ about how lovely you are. How cute you are when you blush, how perfect you always are… you’re so attractive, Abi. You always have been.”

Sadie’s words drew a moan out of Abigail, who began to grind against her fingers. “Sadie, my love…”

“Shh, I gotcha. I’ve always gotcha.” Sadie moved her finger down Abigail’s slit, circling her entrance once, twice. “I think you’re wet enough now, my darling.”

Abigail had to bite down on her lip to try and keep herself at least somewhat quiet as Sadie slid into her, stroking at that soft spot. “Sadie, goodness…”

“I know, that feels really good.” Sadie added a second finger, leaning in and capturing Abigail’s lips with her own once more, this kiss more heated than any previous one.

Abigail felt her legs begin to shake as she neared her peak. She pushed Sadie off of her lightly to try and warn her, but Sadie was already a step ahead, moving her mouth down to Abigail’s neck and sucking gently on a spot her collar would cover.

When Sadie’s thumb pressed into her clit, both of her fingers crooking just right, that was all, the coil in Abigail’s stomach coming undone as Sadie covered her mouth with hers, lips and tongues crashing together as Abigail rode out her high. She couldn’t remember the last time she had come this hard for seemingly no reason, but she wasn’t about to complain, not when everything felt this good.

Sadie pulled back as Abigail began to calm down, her breath hot and heavy on Sadie’s forehead as Abigail pulled her flush against her chest.

“That good, Abi?” Sadie asked, kissing the top of a breast lightly.

“Stop sellin’ yourself short.” Abigail panted, running a hand through Sadie’s undone hair. “That was amazin’ and you know it.”

“You really did deserve it, Abi. I’m so proud of you.” Sadie kissed Abigail’s breast again, wrapping an arm around her. Abigail hummed.

“I’ll take your word for it, then. If every time I do well on somethin, this is the reward I’ll get, I’m gonna be readin’ until I pass out from exhaustion.” she laughed.

“Just keep it at, Abi. I know you’ve got this, and you’re only gonna get better. You’ll be literate one day, and that day just keeps on gettin’ closer with every bit of progress you make.”

Abigail sighed happily. “Let’s both look forward to it, then.”

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RDRSW21 Day 5- Sharing

Title: One More Reason to Be Happy

Word Count: 2922

Pairing: Abigail/Sadie/Charlotte

Notes/Warnings: NSFW, mentions of Cal’s death

Title from Nightlights I by Nana Grizol

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This was never meant to be a bargain for your sympathy, it’s just that the world rests heavy on your shoulders

All things considered, Charlotte was taking Cal’s death pretty well. 

Her heart still ached, some days it straight up burned with a pain so terrible she felt like her entire body was being torn apart from the wrath of a demon whose goal was to terrorize and break her completely. But she was getting better. Slowly but surely, Charlotte was able to find the humor in things again, able to enjoy herself and think about things other than her husband’s untimely demise. Arthur had introduced her to two wonderful women that he was acquainted with, a Mrs. Sadie Adler and a Ms. Abigail Roberts, and the two came over often, helping her around the house and acting as trusted companions to which Charlotte could tell anything. 

And one day, when Charlotte had admitted that, no matter how much she tried, she hadn’t been able to have an orgasm since the last time she and Cal were together, both Sadie and Abigail agreed that something would have to be changed about that. The next time they got together, they told Charlotte about a plan that they had, and although it made her cheeks burn bright red with embarrassment, Charlotte did have to admit that she was keen to try it out, both as a way to fix her problem, and because she would be lying if she said the the idea didn’t turn her on so much that she had pleasured herself to the very thought of it as soon as her friends had gone home. 

And now that it was actually happening, good god was Charlotte more worked up than she had ever thought possible.

“You doing okay so far, Charlotte?” Abigail asked, as she finished tying the rope around Charlotte’s arms. “I know this can be a lot, but remember, just say the word at any time and we’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay.” Charlotte smiled up at the other woman, nervous but overwhelmingly excited. The two had already let her have privacy to undress, only coming in once she was ready for them to start getting her ready. Knowing that Sadie and Abigail were both as kind as they were gorgeous did nothing but further reassure Charlotte that everything was going to be fine, and that she had nothing to worry about. 

“Can you say the word again for us? Just so we know you didn’t forget.” Sadie kissed Charlotte’s cheek sweetly, and she sighed, feeling happy and excited and safe.

“Thimble. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.” Charlotte smiled.

“That’s good.” Sadie dragged her thumb back and forth over the apple of Charlotte’s cheek, her touch soothing. 

“Thank you for letting us tie you down like this.” Abigail joined in, finishing her work and running a hand through Charlotte’s dark hair, which she had already taken out of its usual updo earlier. “We’re gonna make you feel soooooo good, I promise you.”

“You’ll be good for us, won’t you?” Sadie asked, dragging her thumb down to Charlotte’s lips, tracing it around the edges. All Charlotte could do was nod. 

“Good girl. Just relax, let us take care of you.” Abigail brushed some of Charlotte’s hair behind her ear, looking down at her with all the love in the world. “And remember, if anythin’s too much, let us know and we’ll stop right away, alright? This is all about you, and how we can make you feel good.”

“I got it.” Charlotte told the two women. “I’m ready whenever.”

“Alrighty.” Abigail leaned down and kissed her, chaste but full of meaning. As soon as she pulled away, she seemed to be almost a different woman, pushing her shoulders back and holding her head higher. “Hm, I don’t think her neck’s been kissed in a while, what about you, Sadie?”

Sadie positioned her hand so that it was around Charlotte’s neck, dragging her thumb slowly down the other woman’s jugular. Charlotte gasped, letting out a shaky breath as Sadie’s thumb continued it’s trek downwards, only stopping once she reached the bottom of the hollow on Charlotte’s neck. “Based on that reaction, I’d agree. You want me to fix that?”

“I think that would be a great idea, yes. I need to focus on something else, though, so you take care of that for now.” Abigail leaned down and kissed Charlotte’s nose, and it was so sweet that Charlotte couldn’t help but break into a smile. “Been a while since someone last kissed you like that meant it, hm?”

“Yeah, it has been a whiiile-” Charlotte was cut off by Sadie beginning to kiss at her neck, scraping her teeth lightly over the skin and using her free hands to stroke along her sides. “Oh, Sadie…”

“Feels good, right?” Abigail laughed. “She’s really somethin’, ain’t she? Always gets me gasping like that too.” Abigail nipped at Charlotte’s bottom lip, smirking as she let out a breathy moan. “I really want you to make all those noises into my mouth for now though. A woman as wonderful and as beautiful as you deserves to be kissed like there’s no tomorrow.” 

Leaning in from the side, Abigail’s lips met Charlotte’s and if this was just the start of the night Charlotte knew she was in for a good time. She had thought Cal a good kisser, he had always been warm and caring and loving with her, but Abigail kissed her like she meant it, the perfect mix of tongue and lip and combined with the way that Sadie’s teeth were scraping at her neck Charlotte already felt rendered perfectly helpless, moaning into Abigail’s mouth as she began to thrust her hips upwards with reckless abandon, already desperate for more.

She felt Abigail chuckle into her mouth, moving a hand down Charlotte’s frame and grabbing at her left breast. “You really are needy, aren’t you?” She laughed, a glimmer in her eye that made Charlotte’s breath catch in her throat. “Already trying to find anything you can to give you what you need… it’s adorable, really.” Abigail cast a glance down at Sadie, who was still kissing and licking at Charlotte’s neck. “What do you think, Sadie? Do you think we should give her something more?”

Sadie pulled away, still stroking the sensitive skin with her fingers, just barely ghosting over the marks that she left in a way that had more moans leaving Charlotte’s mouth. “Well, considering how she’s just reacting to my touch here, I think it would be horribly mean to leave her like this.”

“I think so too.” Abigail kissed Charlotte’s cheek, her hand slowly making its way down to her chest, circling around her left breast with the same feather-light touch that Sadie was using on her neck. “What do you say, Charlotte, do you want a little more?”

All Charlotte could do was groan, letting a soft “Yes please” slip out of her lips.

“Mmm, good girl.” Abigail praised, letting her finger trail over Charlotte’s nipple. Charlotte keened, arching forward into the touch as Sadie mirrored it on her other side. “I’m glad you want this, because I’ve been looking at you for what feels like forever, just wanting to be able to touch for myself… d’you know that, Charlotte? D’you know how beautiful you are?”

Charlotte was about to croak out a response when Sadie interrupted her, smiling with lust clouding her eyes as she started gently rolling Charlotte’s right nipple in between her thumb and her forefinger. “You have an amazing chest, Charlotte. It’s so gorgeous, just like the rest of you.” Charlotte squealed, her hands gripping at the rope that held her in place, desperately needing to grip onto something. “Been wantin’ tah do this for a long time. Thought about it a lot.” Sadie bent down, circling the hardened peak with her tongue and Charlotte felt a rush of heat to her core. “Have you thought about this, Charlotte? Have you wanted this? Both of us treating you like how you deserve to be treated, utterly ravishing you…”

By now, Abigail had also started using her mouth on Charlotte’s breast, gently scraping her teeth over it every now and again, and Charlotte was in such ecstasy she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to form words, especially not as the two began to run their hands up and down her sides again, getting so close to where she really wanted them, but backing away at the last second. 

“She asked you a question, y’know.” Abigail reminded her. “Can you answer it, Charlotte? We’ll reward you if you do, promise.”

Charlotte gasped for breath, trying desperately to get her thoughts in order so she could respond. “I… I have. I did think of it… Sadie…”

“There we go.” Charlotte felt her smile against her skin. “D’you do anything while you thought about it? What did it do to you?”

Charlotte flexed at her restraints again, biting her lip. “As… as soon as you two left the last time you came over, I-I was so worked up from the idea that I went into my room and…”

“And?” Abigail encouraged, running her tongue over Charlotte’s nipple. “You can do it, Charlotte. Neither of us are gonna judge, promise.”

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw. She had never put her fantasies into words like this before, and it was proving to be much more embarrassing than she could have possibly imagined. “I went into my room and I… I pleasured myself, imagining what you had in store. I didn’t do it again after that first time, because I wanted to stay… stay sensitive for you.”

Sadie pulled herself up, dragging her lips against Charlotte’s in a slow, sensual kiss. “Bet it was real hard to not fuck yourself while you waited, wasn’t it?”

All Charlotte could manage was a nod, face flushed red and far too embarrassed to voice her thoughts any further. Abigail must have sensed this, as she directed Sadie to go back to her chest, while Abigail took over kissing the restrained woman. “Good girl, you’re doing such a good job, you’re such a good girl, Charlotte.” Another kiss that left Charlotte breathless. “I hope we’re able to live up to your expectations.” Yet another kiss. “Is it okay if we give you more? You shouldn’t just be teased, I wanna make you feel good, and I know Sadie feels the same.”

Charlotte smiled lazily, soaking in all the love that came from Abigail’s gaze. Sadie had switched to just using her hands, kissing her way along Charlotte’s collarbone. “Yes please. I’d love that. I need that.”

“Good girl.” Abigail praised, looking Charlotte straight in the eye as she finally finally moved her hands between the restrained woman’s legs. Charlotte gasped, tilting her hips into the touch. 

“Jesus, you’re soaking.” Abigail said, voice low and husky. “Wanna feel, Sadie? She’s utterly dripping for us.”

Charlotte groaned at the word dripping, a groan which turned into a high pitched moan as Sadie’s fingers joined Abigails’ in stroking along the length of Charlotte’s drenched sex. “She is.” Sadie agreed, beginning to circle Charlotte’s clit, which already poked out of its hood, begging for attention. “Guess you really do want this, huh, Charlotte?”

“I do.” Charlotte sighed, voice straining as Sadie began moving her finger faster, adding a bit of pressure.

“I’m glad.” Sadie said, leaning in and sucking at Charlotte’s neck again. “You’re being such a good girl for us, Charlotte.”

“Is it alright if I do some more?” Abigail, who had been twirling her finger around Charlotte’s dripping entrance, asked. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.���

“Yes, yes please Abigail.” Charlotte writhed against the ropes, adoring every second of pleasure she was getting. 

“Say no more.” Abigail smiled, kissing Charlotte’s cheek as she slipped a finger inside. Charlotte gasped, rolling her hips against Abigail’s strokes, moaning as she somehow found the perfect spot almost immediately. “Oh princess, you make the most gorgeous sounds when you’re enjoying yourself. That feel good?”

Princess. Something about that word utterly broke Charlotte. She had never imagined enjoying being called something like that before, if anything it had seemed a bit patronizing, but something about the word falling out of Abigail’s gorgeous red lips, directed at Charlotte and Charlotte alone began to wind the coil deep inside of Charlotte’s stomach earlier than she had even known to be possible. 

“Abigail, please, again-” Charlotte breathed, voice strained as all she could focus on was the pleasure being given to her from the hands of the two most beautiful women she had ever met. 

“Do you like being called that?” Abigail asked, smirking. “D’you like it when I call you princess?”

Charlotte groaned, her breaths coming in faster. “Think that gives us our answer, hm?” Sadie asked, pressing a bit harder against Charlotte’s clit, eliciting a gasp. “That feel good, princess?”

Charlotte couldn’t even find words anymore, this was better than anything she had imagined. Abigail and Sadie were real and they were making her feel better than she had ever felt in her entire life and as soon as Abigail added another finger and began to move her fingers harder and faster and deeper Charlotte felt herself beginning to get close.

“What’s wrong, Charlotte? Ya’ getting close?” Sadie asked, nibbling at her earlobe. “Because that’s awfully fast for someone who couldn’t get herself to come not even a week ago, no matter how hard she tried.”

Charlotte shuddered at the dirty talk, soaking in every one of Sadie’s words. “I- Sadie- I..”

“I don’t even think she can answer, poor girl.” Abigail licked a line around the shell of Charlotte’s ear. “Our princess is far too worked up. She really needs to come. Not sure she’s ever needed it this badly… well, ever.” Abigail giggled.

“Hm, maybe we should do something about that…” Sadie sucked down on Charlotte’s neck, hard, and Charlotte felt her legs spasm and she was so close all she needed was a little more but she couldn’t even speak and tell them that…

“I agree.” Abigail said matter-of-factly, somehow moving her hand even faster. “Can you come for us, princess?”

“Please, we want to see you.” Sadie added, still kissing and sucking at Charlotte’s neck, now with more room than before as Charlotte threw her head back.

“Our gorgeous girl.” Abigail whispered, and that was all it took, suddenly Charlotte screamed out and she was coming hard and fast and her legs were spasming all over the place and she couldn’t do anything but ride out the wave as Abigail and Sadie helped her out, the former swallowing her noises by enveloping her in yet another soul-stealing kiss while Sadie ran her free hand up and over Charlotte’s sides again and again and again and good god Charlotte’s vision went white as somehow the pleasure heightened and nothing existed in this void but the pleasure that she was being given.

Abigail and Sadie were all over her the moment Charlotte’s orgasm had subsided, working at getting the ropes untied and kissing her all over her face. 

“Are you okay?  Abigail asked, stroking at the skin on Charlotte’s stomach while Sadie focused rubbed at her hands. “Was that too much? God, I should’ve come up with a nonverbal signal too, I forgot this is your first time bein’ tied down an’ all, are you alright, my Charlotte?”

“I… I’m better than okay. Abigail, Sadie, I…” Charlotte took a deep breath, trying her best to collect her thoughts. “That was more than I could’ve asked for.”

“Bet you feel better now that you’ve finally come, hm?” Sadie smirked, before her tone got serious. “I’ve been there. It’s hard to finish again after everythin’ you’ve been through.”

“Yeah.” Charlotte agreed, and Sadie opened her arms up to her. Charlotte accepted, lying her head down on the other woman’s chest. She felt Abigail come up behind her and wrap her hands around her, kissing the back of her neck. “It’s a huge weight off of my chest though, now that I’ve actually… you know.”

“What, you’re gettin’ shy now?” Abigail teased.

“It’s always been hard to talk about things in relation to… to sex.” Charlotte finished, hiding her face in Sadie’s shirt. 

“Well, that’s somethin’ to work on. Afterall, there ain’t no reason to be embarrassed about what makes you feel good. An’ Sadie an’ I are more than happy to help you.” Abigail paused. “I mean, if you wanna, of course. I ain’t tryna assume anythin’.”

“Oh, I’d be more than happy to continue.” Charlotte laughed, pulling out of Sadie’s chest a bit. “This was great. I’d love to keep it up Assuming that I’m not intruding too much on your relationship, that is.”

“If you were intrudin’, we would never have brought this up in the first place.” Sadie reassured her. “It’s all harmless fun. Ain’t like we askin’ you to marry us.”

“That’s true.” Charlotte said, before yawning suddenly. “Listen, I hate to be rude, but quite frankly, I’m exchausted.”

“After that earth-shattering orgasm? I don’t blame you one bit.” Abigail said, rubbing her hands up and down Charlotte’s arms. “Wanna take a nap? We can leave if you’d prefer to be on your own.”

“Huh? No! Please,” Charlotte grabbed Abigail’s arm with one hand and laced the fingers on her other with Sadie’s. “Please stay.”

“That certainly ain’t a problem.” Sadie smiled down at Charlotte. “As long as you need, we’ll be here. Promise.”

Charlotte smiled in turn. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

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RDRSW21 Day 3: Robbery/Heist

Title: Wolf Apart From the Pack

Word Count: 1059

Pairing: Mary-Beth/Sadie

Warnings/Notes: None!

Title from I Was An Island by Allison Weiss

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What did I do to deserve this? What did you do to me? Baby come back, you know I don’t wanna be free

Spending time in Saint Denis was always an adventure to Mary-Beth. Visiting meant that it was basically required she get herself all dolled up in that dress she owned but never had a practical reason to wear, but it was even more fun when you had a ton of stupid, oblivious rich people to rob. Mary-Beth couldn’t help but smirk to herself as she walked away from each unattended bag she found in stores and theatres, it was just so funny how these city women had no gripes at all about leaving their things unattended, making it oh-so easy for the very normal looking Mary-Beth to take some money or jewelry with a quick slide of hand. If she was lucky, she could even keep a piece or two for herself before handing the remains over to Arthur to sell to his contact.

Indeed, Saint Denis was always an adventure. And it was only better when Sadie got to come along.

The entire ride down, she had done nothing but complain about having to dress like a “spoiled princess”, and was completely unaffected by Mary-Beth’s strings of compliments and longing eyes. It had taken everything in her to not grab Sadie and press a kiss to her in front of everybody else at camp, but some things, unfortunately, need to be kept secret, and their relationship was no exception. Nonetheless, Sadie did her job of making sure Mary-Beth was alright in the event that anything went south, a pistol tucked into a small pocket that Karen had sewn into the dress.

Thankfully, they hadn’t come to need the firearm, and at the end of the day, the two retreated to their hotel room, Mary-Beth unloading her pockets and her bag onto the bed.

“Damn, you really got quite a haul here.” Sadie said, already changed into her nightclothes.

“I know, right?” Mary-Beth giggled sweetly. “This was probably some of the easiest robbin’ I’ve ever done, too. I swear, it only gets easier every time I come down to this city. The women here just keep gettin’ more and more relaxed with leavin’ their things strewn about the place.”

“Still, that doesn’t make this any less impressive.” Sadie pressed a kiss to Mary-Beth’s temple, arms encircling her waist as the younger woman laughed. “I’m real proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Mary-Beth said, beginning the process of sorting through the jewelry. “I counted already while you were changin’, got about three hundred in cash, give or take. And if everything else here is as nice as this-” she pausd to show Sadie a ruby-encrusted brooch, “I dare say that I’ll have netted about a thousand dollars!”

“Jesus, you seriously never fail to impress me.” Sadie unlocked her arms from around Mary-Beth, taking a seat on the edge of the bed to help in examining the jewelry.

“Nor do you. I really must thank you for having spent all day lookin’ out for me. I know you hate bein’ in that dress, but you really do look like you belong on one of those ‘Gems of Beauty’ cigarette cards when you wear it. Not to mention, I feel much safer just knowin’ that you’re right there in case anythin’ goes wrong.”

Sadie turned away slightly, but Mary-Beth didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks. “Don’t gotta flatter me, Mary-Beth.”

“It ain’t flattery if it’s my sincere opinion.” she quipped back.

Sadie ignored her, choosing instead to focus on the pieces on the bed. “Y’know, you’ve got more ‘an enough to keep somethin’ for yourself here. Why don’t you pick out your favorite and hold onto it? You more than deserve it, and the camp won’t miss ten or so dollars.”

“That was my intent, but I’m glad that you agree with me.” Mary-Beth smiled, looking over the silver and gold accessories that littered the bedspread, before reaching for a golden ring with a topaz stone in it. “How about this? Nice and low-key, but still has an ornate air about it.”

Sadie leaned over to look at the ring in closer detail. “Honestly, it looks real good. If that’s what you want, then you should go for it.”

“Alright!” Mary-Beth chirped, hopping off of the bed and walking over to Sadie, gently taking her hand and sliding the ring onto her finger with all the care that one would use on a precious antique. “Here you go! Oh, and it fits you perfectly too, what a stroke of good fortune!”

Sadie stiffened up, clenching her jaw as Mary-Beth admired the ring on Sadie’s finger. “Mary-Beth, darlin’, I thought I was pretty clear when I said to take a piece of jewelry for yourself, not for me.”

“I did take it for myself, and then I gave it to you!” Mary-Beth kissed Sadie’s knuckles, the light smacks of her lips slightly audible. “I think it would look lovely with your eyes, and, much more importantly, I’ve been wantin’ to get you somethin’ to show you how much I love you for a while now. When presented with this opportunity, I just had to take it!”

“Mary-Beth-”

“I know you ain’t the biggest fan of jewelry, and I ain’t tryin’a change that, I just, well, I wanna give this to you. You don’t gotta wear it that often if you don’t wanna-- hell, you don’t even gotta wear it at all-- but, at the very least, just take it. For me.” Mary-Beth kissed Sadie’s cheek, looking at her with all the love in the world. “I love you a lot, Mrs. Sadie Adler. Please let me show you that.”

Sadie relented, allowing herself to fall against Mary-Beth, who stroked her back lovingly. “I really don’t deserve you, Mary-Beth Gaskill. I have no idea what somebody like me did to get to have a woman as perfect as you in my life, but I promise that I’m gonna treat you as wonderfully as I can.” Pulling herself out of Mary-Beth’s embrace, Sadie got off of the bed, walking around behind her lover.

Before Mary-Beth could ask any questions, she yelped as she felt something cold being placed around her neck. Looking down, she saw that Sadie had draped a stunning silver and turquoise necklace around her jugular. “Sadie…” she breathed.

“Hey, if the camp won’t miss ten dollars, they sure as hell won’t miss twenty.”

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RDRSW21 Day 7: Making a house a "home"

Title: To Love Once Again

Word Count: 1259

Pairing: Sadie/Charlotte

Notes/Warnings: nsfw, Mentions of Cal and Jake's deaths

I'm so happy to have written for this event, I had so much fun doing it!! Can't wait until next year's <3 I adore the dynamic of Charlotte/Sadie so it's only fair that I end this year with a bang! literally

Title from Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

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I would never fall in love again until I found you. I would never fall unless it's you I fall into. I was lost within the darkness but then I found her, I found *you*

“Oh goodness, Sadie…” Charlotte breathed, not thrusting her hips up, not begging for more, simply enjoying the sensations that her lover was giving her. She was lying on the ground in the main room of her house, a pillow keeping her head propped up as Sadie took care of her.

“Can I be honest?” Charlotte had asked one evening that Sadie had come home from hunting, already finished having washed up. The two sat next to the fireplace, sharing a blanket Charlotte had finished knitting a few weeks prior.

“Honesty’s all I’ll ever ask for. What’s on your mind, beautiful?” Sadie had responded, pushing a stray strand of hair behind Charlotte’s ear.

“You’re soaking, y’know. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so wet before, Charlotte.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever needed you like this before.” she breathed out in return, savoring the feeling of Sadie’s fingers pressing into her right where she needed them to.

“I.. I feel horrible for saying this, but I just need to get it out.” Charlotte had rung her hands together, squeezing like she was doing laundry, and Sadie took one, letting her lover ring her calloused fingers instead. “It’s just that… Willard’s Rest has never really felt like home. This isn’t saying that I don’t appreciate all the work you’ve done to help me make it feel like one, I just…”

Sadie leaned in, squeezing Charlotte’s soft, pale thigh. “You’re awfully relaxed for someone this needy.” she teased, lying down on her stomach and lightly circling Charlotte’s clit with her tongue. Her lover keened, finally raising her hips into Sadie’s touch.

“Oh Sadie…” she breathed. “More, please… I just…”

“You just?” Sadie encouraged.

“I just feel so empty here a lot of the time, especially when you aren’t around. I know I’m not a child who needs supervision constantly, and I can’t ask you to drop everything and spend every second of your life with me, but oftentimes-- and these times are especially prevalent whenever you aren’t here to distract me-- I feel hollow here. It’s like Cal’s spirit is howling at me, eating away at me bit by bit and tearing me down into a shell of a human being.” Charlotte took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I feel haunted.”

“Want to be in my mouth?” Sadie asked, speaking right up against Charlotte. The vibrations caused her to moan, jerking her hips up as Sadie kept hitting the best spot inside of her over and over again.

Charlotte turned red, her blush spreading down her chest. She never understood how Sadie could be so vulgar and not take issue with it, but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a massive turn on.

Sadie abandoned Charlotte’s hand in favor of pulling her in close, holding her tight enough so that she would never feel alone again. “That ain’t horrible, I promise. You’ve been through a lot in such a short time, it’s no wonder this place can feel like hell.” She kissed Charlotte’s cheek right below her ear, the closest piece of skin she could reach. “If you want my advice, Charlotte, you just need to make more memories here. Memories that won’t haunt you when you close your eyes or stand here by yourself.”

“Please… nothing ever feels better than when you do that Sadie oh god-” Charlotte’s voice was strangled as Sadie suddenly complied, taking Charlotte into her mouth and sucking, running her tongue all over the bud in all sorts of heavenly patterns. The pleasure was only exacerbated when Sadie hummed and Charlotte whined, desperate for more. “Don’t stop don’t stop please don’t stop I need this oh god Sadie you feel so good Sadie my love oh my goodness Sadie-”

“What kind of memories could I make like that?” Charlotte asked, sounding slightly defeated.

Sadie smirked. “What about the kind that possess you, in the best way possible? The kind that take over your heart and soul and make you feel full? The kind that fill you with so many he… hedon… god, what the hell was that word you used the other day?”

“Hedonistic?” Charlotte suggested.

“Yeah, that. Memories that fill you with so many hedonistic sensations you can’t help but smile? Or shiver.”

Sadie squoze Charlotte’s thigh again, a comforting gesture that conveyed all she would say were her mouth not otherwise occupied. Charlotte shook, feeling her release coming on quickly but when Sadie was this good with her mouth and her fingers it was a challenge to last. She gripped onto Sadie’s hair, holding her in place while she pushed her hips up, trying to bring Sadie impossibly closer to her and so incredibly desperate to come.

“Sadie I’m close please don’t stop please I want to come for you Sadie-”

“Sadie Adler, are you suggesting-”

“Just an idea. We don’t have to act on it if you don’t wanna. Plenty of other memories we could make.”

Sadie crooked her finger just right and suddenly it was all too much, Charlotte let out a hoarse cry as she began to shake, coming apart hard and fast. However, something about this was different. She felt something coming out of her and good god it felt amazing. All Charlotte could do was call out Sadie’s name, helpless to captain the ship as the waves of pleasure beared down on it again and again and again.

As her orgasm subsided, Sadie pulled away, pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s clit that made the woman yelp. As soon as she saw Sadie’s face, Charlotte was shocked that she didn’t come undone again. Sadie was utterly drenched in what could only be Charlotte’s own juices, although she had never seen Sadie that covered before. Realizing it must be… whatever it was that came out of her, Charlotte blushed, about to apologize as Sadie sighed, smiling wider and brighter than Charlotte had seen in a while.

“Gonna bet that, by the look on your face, you ain’t ever had that happen before?”

“Sadie…” Charlotte panted out, shaking her head.

“Feels real good doesn’t it?” she asked, picking up her discarded shirt and wiping her face clean. “Definitely gonna have to work up to that again sometime.”

“Yeah… definitely…” Charlotte agreed, still too tired to say much.

“But see? Wasn’t I right?” Sadie took the shirt and placed it between Charlotte’s legs, gently cleaning her up so she wouldn’t be uncomfortably wet for the rest of the evening. “You just gotta make good memories in order to feel more at home somewhere.”

“I am never going to doubt you again. Ever.” Charlotte laughed, opening up her arms for her lover to come and join her on the ground. “I’m gonna be thinking about this for a long time.”

“Glad to know it helped.” Sadie smiled, kissing Charlotte gently. “I love you a whole lot, Charlotte. I know just how painful it can be to be alive after your husband passes. But I promise you, it will get better. Cal was a great man, and he would’ve wanted you to be happy. I know my Jake would’ve wanted that for me, so I don’t see why Cal would be any different.”

“I know you’re right.” Charlotte pulled Sadie down to her, letting her lover rest on her chest while her hands undid her braid and combed through her hair. “I just hope that everything can stay like this. I’m finally happy, Sadie, and it’s all thanks to you.”

Sadie kissed the top of Charlotte’s breast. “I wouldn’t want to live any other way.”

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IT’S FINALLY HERE <3

I first got into Red Dead around late July or so when I watched my friend and her dad speedrun the game, and one of the first things I came across for this fandom was Sapphic Week, so I’m very very happy to be able to contribute this year, especially as I’d be lying if I said the lovely ladies in this game weren’t the main reason I initially got into it and ended up buying it for myself.

Once again, a HUGE shoutout to @rdrsapphicships and Aldrig for hosting this event! I’m so excited to see what everyone creates <3 Without further ado, let’s get into it!

RDRSW21 Day 1: Music 

Title: Close Your Eyes (As it Eats at Us)

Words: 1857

Pairing: Abigail Roberts/Molly O’Shea

Warnings/Notes: Slight John bashing I’m sorry but this takes place early chapter 2 so... slightly warranted 

(Title from Close Your Eyes by The Midnight Club)

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Don't you know, when your eyes are closed, you see the world from the clouds along with everybody else?

Indeed, Molly was on her own much of the time. Dutch could only afford her so much attention, and when he was away from camp or otherwise occupied, there wasn’t anybody who really came up to her on their own will. Not exactly like she could blame them, Molly wasn’t the easiest person to get along with. Growing up, she’d always assumed otherwise, but after seeing how Karen and Tilly had told her to stop coming up to them and “being a bitch for no good reason”, she began to wonder if everyone back home was nice to her because they had to be. Even if Molly herself wasn’t a picture-perfect example of politeness, being anything but an angel to the O’Shea daughter could have been considered blasphemy. 

It was lonely, terribly so, but Molly wasn’t quite sure what she could do to remedy the situation. She wrote poetry, she read books, she went on walks in circles around camp, she looked out over the valley (Horseshoe Overlook really hadn’t gotten its name from nowhere), but more than anything, Molly watched.

She watched how Reverend had gradually stopped bothering pretending to read the bible, instead choosing to start downing drinks earlier and earlier. She watched how Bill devoured Kieran with his eyes, all but confirming her suspicion that the man did indeed want to bed the new camp member. She watched how Karen would clench her jaw when Mary-Beth asked how things were going with Sean, but would then take his hand later and pull him out of camp, the pair slipping away to either do each other or to do nothing at all. She watched how Arthur hadn’t bothered to take down the photo of the woman who did nothing but cause him pain even after Hosea had told him to do so, instead still glancing at it longingly every now and again while he cleaned his guns in his tent. She watched Josiah practice speaking in all sorts of different accents on the outskirts of camp, correcting himself out loud whenever something wasn’t quite right. She watched how Jack would try and weave flower crowns for his mother, small hands shaking as he attempted to tie the stems of various blooms together, putting the ones he had broken too short or knocked a petal off of in a pile to his left. She watched how John admitted to Javier and Pearson that, if he could, he would kill Abigail and never think twice about it. 

The comment shouldn’t have startled Molly as much as it did. She knew that John was a good man deep down, but the way that he uttered the confession without so much as a second thought as to if what he was saying was okay made her sick. Abigail was nothing if not kind, hard-working, and strong, nothing like the type of woman you would imagine deserved those kinds of threats. What made John that angry at her, Molly didn’t know, and she wasn’t quite sure that she cared to. 

After that night, Molly didn’t just stop watching. She’d heard people say worse things, many times, but there was something about the raw earnesty in which John had spoken that made his words haunt Molly like nothing else had. She decided to start watching Abigail more, justifying it by telling herself that it was for the other woman’s safety, even though realistically, there wasn’t much protection that Molly could offer her. 

And one of the first things that Molly noticed as she began watching Abigail was that the woman could sing. 

Abigail had this habit, whenever she was sitting in her tent on her own while working on something that needed to be done, where she would hum a tune, letting her own voice pop in here and there with the words that she knew. It was an uncoordinated affair, but it was never intended to be anything but. 

It was also adorable.

So adorable, in fact, that Molly decided that maybe she didn’t just need to watch anymore, maybe she could actually go and sit with Abigail. After all, much like her, Abigail was alone, more often than not. What harm could come of it?

“You need any help?” Abigail looked up from her work, pausing her humming as Molly stood by her, close, but not so much so as to suffocate the other woman. 

“Didn’t know you offered that.” Abigail responded, expression unreadable. 

“Hasn’t been something I’ve extended before.”

“With all due respect, Miss O’Shea, I don’t need anyone’s help if they only do so because they take pity on me, especially someone who ‘isn’t anyone’s servant girl’.” Abigail’s eyes turned cold, her brow furrowed, and Molly felt anxiety beginning to set in. 

“That wasn’t my intention whatsoever, I just…” she trailed off, and Abigail cocked her head, “I just don’t want to be alone. Is it okay if I enjoy your company? Just for a short while.”

Abigail sighed, chewing on her lip. “I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t know that feelin’ all too well. Truth be told, you’re the first person who’s come up to me in weeks.”

“I have no idea why that is, though.” Molly picked a sock out of the basket by Abigail’s feet, grabbing a needle and some thread along with it. “You’re such a nice person, it truly is a shame that others don’t recognize it.”

“ ‘Nice person’? Miss O’Shea, you hardly know me.” 

Molly felt the same dreadful wave of anxiety begin to rise inside of her again. “I may not have talked to you much in the past, but I’ve watched.”

“Watched? Me?”

“I watch everybody.” Molly admitted, stabbing the cotton with her needle. “Although I must confess, I do enjoy watching you. I know that isn’t exactly polite, though.”

“You’re right in that it ain’t, but I suppose I’m a hypocrite, so what does my opinion really matter?”

“You, a hypocrite? How so?”

“Gets lonely when nobody comes up to make conversation. Sometimes, you’ve gotta get your fix by watching others.” Abigail laughed. “You never really feel like a part of the group, but it can help alleviate the pain sometimes.” 

“Have you ever seen how Karen and Sean sneak off all the time?” Molly asked. “Lord only can imagine what shenanigans they get up to.”

“If I know either of them, they’re probably finding some tree to fuck up against.” Abigail said, a smile appearing on her face. “Although, on second thought, maybe not, given what happened at his welcome party.”

“At the welcome party? I guess you must have seen something I didn’t. Mind sharing?” Molly asked, her interest thoroughly peaked. 

Abigail snorted. “Well, you saw how the two of them were all over each other that night, right?”

“Would’ve had to be blind as a bat to not have.” 

“Well,” Abigail continued, “at some point, I saw the two of them go into John’s tent, and given my proximity to them, it wasn’t hard to hear what was bein’ said and fill in the gaps.”

“So they slept together at the party? Can’t say that I’m quite surprised.” Molly tied up the thread as she reached the end of the tear, reaching for a handkerchief to work on next. 

“They sure did, but that ain’t the good part.” Molly watched as Abigail’s eyes laughed, full of a mischief that she had never seen present before in her usually quiet companion. “Sean has got to be the quickest quick shot I’ve ever seen, and given my history, that’s sayin’ somethin’.”

“No.” Molly covered up her mouth, stifling a laugh. 

“Yes! Poor Karen never even got hers, it had to have been the most pathetic thirty seconds in her entire life.” Abigail smiled, and Molly’s heart twitched. Why?

“Thirty seconds? Wow, if that’s so, then maybe they aren’t all over each other when they go out, and you’re right.” 

Abigail laughed, smiling at Molly. “Well, who’s to say, I’m not sure there even is such a thing as a constant when those two are involved.”

“You may be right there.” Molly puffed one of her cheeks out, trying her best to figure out what to bring up next. She was having a lot of fun, she should do this more often, especially as Abigail also seemed to appreciate the time they were spending together. “Okay, now is it just me, or does Bill look at Kieran a little too often for it to be considered friendly?”

“Oh, it’s not just you, no worries. I’m just a little surprised that out of everyone, he decided to be sweet on Kieran.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I mean, he’s nothing like the kind of men Bill’s been sweet on in the past.”

Molly stopped in her tracks. “Wait, you’ve known about Bill before this?” 

“Yeah, it ain’t that hard to figure it out if you know what to look for.” Unable to gauge Molly’s reaction, Abigail continued on. “I mean, I don’t have a problem with it, whatever makes you happy makes you happy, y’know? And if that means lovin’ somebody of the same sex, I sure as hell don’t see a problem with it.”

“We’re in agreement there.” Molly smiled, going back to her work, her heart beat now more palpable. “I mean, as nice as it can be to see everyone here fall in love-”

“Or lust.” Abigail interjected, a smirk on her face.

“Or lust, that’s true-- I still think that my favorite person to observe is you.”

“Hm? And why is that?” Abigail still had that smirk on her face, raising an eyebrow. “What about me is so interesting that you’d prefer to watch me than whatever the latest addition to the Sean and Karen saga is?”

“I, uh,” Molly flushed, suddenly aware of what she was saying and how weird it could be considered. “I just, I like watching you hum and sing whenever you work. Something about it is just, I dunno, very relaxing.”

Abigail clicked her tongue. “You really do notice a lot, huh?”

“Yeah.” Molly replied sheepishly.

“I guess it’s only fair that I tell you that I find watching you write poetry is quite calming.”

“You saw me doing that?” 

“How could I not? Both of us do a lot of watching and thinking, we’re both very similar in that regard.” she said, unbothered by Molly’s embarrassment. 

“I’m… glad, you can find comfort in something that I do.” Molly settled on. 

“The more we talk, the more I’m beginning to think that I just find comfort in you. Somethin’ about you just makes you easy for me to talk to.” Abigail smiled. 

“The same goes for you.” Molly sighed, nibbling on her lip. “We should do this more often. I’m having a good time.”

“So am I.” Abigail agreed. “It’s much better to be with you than to be alone.”

“It really is.” Molly shifted a bit, turning more towards Abigail. Maybe working wasn’t so bad after all.

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RDRSW21 Day 6- Rescue

Title: When The Hurt Has Gone to Sleep, We'll Sing to the Night

Word Count: 1196

Pairing: Karen/Tilly

Notes/Warnings: Mentions of racism and the Klan (including vague mentions of what they could do to people)

Title from Parking Garage by Tommy Bravos

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We'll go to our castle, five stories away from the crippling ground, and with our drinks in hand, we escape this heavy land

“Mind if I join you?”

Karen turned around from where she was nursing a beer on the docks of Shady Belle, the fireflies helping to illuminate Tilly’s face. She hadn’t expected anybody to come over and see her, the nights in this part of Lemoyne were sticky and humid and only somebody who was near insane would spend their time outside of the mansion.

Good thing Karen pretty much fit the bill for insanity, at least in her own mind.

“Sure, come on over. Can’t promise it won’t be a sweatfest though.” Karen patted the empty spot next to her, and Tilly smiled, making her way over, the creaking of the old wood under her footsteps blending in perfectly with the symphony of frogs croaking and various insects buzzing under the cape of humidity.

“You mind if I talk about some things?” Tilly asked, swinging her feet over the edge of the platform, and she sounded almost nervous. Karen couldn’t recall the last time she had truly seen Tilly in such a state, even when they had come home from Valentine that one day, everyone except Mary-Beth shaken up by the events that had played out, Tilly still hadn’t been anxious. If anything, anger had seemed to be the emotion that gathered in the creases on her face, assuming that Karen’s black eye had seen everything correctly.

“I don’t mind at all, honesty to god. You’re one of my closest friends, Tilly. Anything you need, I’m right here for you.”

“Thanks.” Tilly sighed, taking a drink from a beer Karen hadn't even noticed that she had in hand. She was writing her hands together, biting on her lip. Instinctively, Karen reached out and put an arm around the other woman, doing the same thing that she would do to help comfort Sean whenever he had gotten nervous.

“What’s on your mind? You don’t gotta be afraid to tell me, I promise I ain’t gonna tell nobody, in this life or the next.”

Tilly leaned into Karen’s touch, letting out another shaky breath. “Just warning you, this might be a bit… silly, I guess you could call it.”

“So? I let silly shit get to me all the time. Remember when I yelled at Pearson that one week he bought the shitty shitty beer?” Karen smiled gently, rubbing a circle on Tilly’s back. “Even if it was dumb, didn’t stop me from getting upset over it. We’re all people, at the end of the day.”

Tilly laughed, a sad smile forming on her face. “No offense, but if that’s what you consider silly, I guess maybe I can take my earlier statement back.”

“Just feels silly?”

“Yeah.”

“Take your time.” Karen assured her. “There’s no rush, we got all the time in the world.”

They sat in silence for a few moments before Tilly spoke up. “I understand why we’re here. I get that sometimes, we don’t really have choices in where it is that we end up.” Tilly sighed again. “But, that doesn’t stop me from…” she trailed off, trying to think of how to word her thoughts. “It doesn’t stop me from hating being this far south, that’s all.”

“Why do you hate it?” Karen asked, not stopping the soothing motions on her back.

“In all honesty, Karen? I hate it because I’m scared.” Tilly confessed, eyes choosing to rest on the outline of some hanging moss. “I know that I’m with you guys, and that y’all ain’t gonna let anythin’ bad happen to me, but that doesn’t stop me from worryin’.” Another sigh. “Bein’ this far south, when you look like I do, it’s… it’s terrifyin’, in all honesty.”

“I can only imagine.” Karen held Tilly a bit closer to her, ignoring the sweat that began to gather on her forehead from their closeness, favoring another drink from her bottle instead. “I will never understand why some folk have their heads so far up their own asses that they think the color of someone’s skin is anythin’ to get worked up over, let alone actually excuse the terrible things they do. I can only imagine how terrifyin’ it is for you, Tilly.”

Tilly took a swig from her own drink, “And it only gets worse ‘cause I’m a woman.” She added on, her voice getting slightly quieter. “I’ve overheard Arthur talkin’ to Hosea an’ Javier about the… the horrible things those white-robed bastards get up to whenever he has the misfortune of runnin’ into them.” She shivered. “And that was back when we was still in West Elizabeth, a pretty damn progressive place, what with how they’ve already given women the vote and how most folk in Blackwater don’t look at you twice if you ain’t white. But here? Where, even in the center of a huge city, nobody takes issue hurling slurs at you from across the street? I don't even wanna begin to imagine what the Klan’s like down here.”

Tilly took a shaky breath, and Karen turned to face her, pulling her into a hug, both women abandoning their drinks on the dock next to them. “It’s okay, take your time.” she soothed. “I know this is hard to talk about.”

“I know how to defend myself. I’ve done it plenty ‘a times before, Both on account of me bein’ a woman, and on account of me not bein’ white. But I haven’t had to defend myself against both in a long, long time. And now that I’m older, the odds of some of those awful men doin’... more to me is a much greater possibility than it was when I was still a kid.” Tilly’s voice wavered, and Karen held her closer. “I’m worried they’re gonna take me away and do all kinds of horrible things. In that case, I’d prefer they just shoot me point blank.”

“You ain’t gonna have to be shot, Tilly. Not while we’re here and not ever.” Karen assured her. “I won’t let those bastards lay a finger on you, you hear? If I ever see one, he’s dead, in an instant.” Karen paused for a moment, debating her words before continuing on. “I know it would probably make you more secure for someone like Arthur or John to accompany you if you ever needa leave camp, but I’m tellin’ you right now, if you ever wanna leave camp and don’t feel comfortable doin’ so alone, just say the word and I’ll be by your side. I’ll help protect you, I promise.”

Tilly shook, and Karen realized she was crying. “Karen, I…” Karen smoothed her hair down, rocking side to side slowly as Tilly cried. “Let it out, I ain’t one to judge.”

Karen held Tilly in her arms until her tears subsided, slowly moving back and forth, back and forth, rubbing her hair and her back to try and calm her down and show her that she was safe. “Thank you, Karen. I don’t think you know just how much this means to me.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Karen responded, pulling Tilly impossibly closer to her chest. “You mean a hell of a lot to me, Tilly Jackson. Don’t you ever forget that.”

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