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You stir slightly in your bedroll, the faint glow of the morning sun through the fabric of your tent setting your mind alight with swirls of gold and orange. You stretch your arms above your head with a yawn, your legs shifting and emerging partially from your blanket. The fogginess in your mind becomes vaguely littered with the distant sounds of horses riding into camp, the chatter of pleased voices, the familiar clinks and frictious sounds of deer being slipped off of the backs of horses and slung onto Pearson’s butcher table.
Your slumberish listening slowly hones in on one particular frequency; heavy boots striding towards your tent. The flap of your tent whips open but shuts just as quickly and before you can process anything, Arthur’s large body is crawling on top of you, and he plants his elbows either side of your head with a grunt, a flurry of fresh air and shaving soap following him in. An oscitant groan rumbles in your chest, and you frown, displeased at his disturbance. Your eyes remain closed, head lolled sideways, but your legs part as he nestles his hips between them. A throaty chuckle bubbles up in his chest at your sour expression.“Good mornin’, Sunshine.”The denim of his jeans rubs against your inner thighs and he pushes his face into the crook of your neck, taking a big breath in. The sensation tickles you but feels like more of an annoyance in your groggy state, making you huff and turn your face away more. A low hum sounds in his throat. You feel him shift and hear the clunking of spurs as he pulls his boots off and throws them to the foot of the bedroll, chucking his hat along with them.
“Mm- Arthur, quit movin’…” You croak, reaching around his broad shoulders clumsily, wanting him to settle down so you can continue snoozing but when he leans back down his rough hands are straight on you, one curling a clump of your hair around his fingers, the other massaging your shoulder beneath his palm.“You’re the one who’s always yappin’ about ‘No boots on the bedroll’.” He murmurs, bristled chin scratching at the soft skin of your neck.“How’d’ya sleep, hm?” His hand in your hair wanders down to your waist, calluses catching against the fabric of your chemise, “You’re all nice and warm.”“Arthur… I’m tryna sleep, God damn it-” You grumble, shoving his shoulder gently.“Don’t be grousin’ now, sleepyhead. You ain’t the one who’s been out huntin’ all mornin’…” His words buzz against your skin, and his fingers walk up your thigh before slipping under the hem of your chemise, fingertips grazing your hip, tickling. You shriek and open your eyes, only to be met with his grin. You huff.“Arthur, quit it-” You go to slap his hand away but he just slides it further up your dress, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you squirm and despite yourself, begin to giggle. He laughs smugly.“There she is-” He mouths at your neck lazily, and you feel his teeth as he smiles, the sensation diffusing your giggles into a hum, “-Sounds like you’re wakin’ up a little bit.”“Arthur…” You breathe his name reverently, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting.“How about I wake you up niiiice ‘n’ slow, hm, gorgeous?”He leaves a trail of cooling saliva down your neck to your chest as he moves to pull the straps of your chemise off of your shoulders and down. He hums, kissing around the curve of one of your breasts before slowly closing his mouth around the nipple. You release a shaky breath, and when you open your eyes, you find his own, watching you. His lips curve into a smirk as he starts to gently suck. You whine, back arching.“Mm, Arthur…” His name slips from you more desperately now, your skin starting to tingle, breath hitching. His fingers stroke down the sides of your arms, brushing over the backs of your hands before finding the hem of your chemise. He pushes it up until it pools about your stomach. His touch is soft as he palms at your thighs, pushing them open, coaxing you languorously into the wettening heat of your arousal.He releases your nipple, his voice low and hushed, “You’re such a sight in the mornin’, y’know. All mussed up, and your mouth ain’t awake enough to be smart.”You chuckle out a “Shut up”, bringing your hands up and threading them through his hair, before pulling him down into a clumsy kiss. It’s sloppy, open-mouthed, familiar, and you both moan. You feel his hips roll into yours, sending a shudder of heat up through you, your mouth opening further. Arthur’s breaths puff ardently against your face, infused with coffee as his tongue snakes about in your mouth. One of his hands slips beneath your drawers and he dips his fingers gingerly into your core before stroking up your slit at a leisurely pace, drawing a gasp from you.“God, Arthur-” Your speech is garbled by him planting wet kisses on and around your mouth, moving lower and lower until he’s sucking gently at the soft skin of your breast again. You whine, hands twitching on his shoulders.“Mhm, didn’t need much to ready you this mornin’, hm, darlin’?”He presses the pads of his index and ring fingers against your swelling clit, starting to rub lazy circles, and your skin prickles as you moan, melting into the bedroll beneath you. You lift your head a little, taking in the sight of his mouth on your breast, of your hips rolling into his hand, it makes you shiver. Arthur’s free hand comes up to palm at your breast as he trails kisses down your ribs and then your stomach as he kneels before you. You grab at his shoulder with one hand, the other running through his hair, and he can feel the heady mixture of adoration and lasciviousness in the gesture. He drags his fingers back down to your core, dipping them in yet again, just enough to make your back arch. Arthur pulls away, and you bite your lip as he takes the waistband of your drawers between his fingers. You lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down and off. He drops them to the side and sinks down onto his elbows before your open thighs. He scoops his strong arms under your thighs, lifting your legs a little, and he mouths at your inner thighs, his facial hair making you moan out a laugh. He hums lowly against your skin in response, enjoying you unabashedly. His kisses grow closer to your core and your hands find his hair again as he buries his head between your legs, closing his mouth around your clit and pulsing his tongue against it.“Oh, my-” You whimper, your bosom rising and falling as you pant.He kneads at your thighs as he mouths at you, keeping you firmly against him, and then he starts to rock on his knees a little, providing a steady but feverish rhythm. A high, airy huff escapes you and he grunts, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes closing, focusing fully on how you whine, how you’re steadily soaking his beard. Nothing else matters to him right now, not even his own arousal - just the sensations of you, of pleasuring you. You’re slipping into a sweltering haze, head falling back, fingers clutching his hair, thighs shifting against the sides of his head. You whine when you feel him move, one arm releasing one of your legs, his mouth leaving your clit as he gasps. A slick sound draws your dreamy focus down to him, and you're met with the sight of him wetting his fingers, the thick digits sunk into his glistening mouth. His eyes are trained on you as he pulls his fingers from his mouth and brings them back to your core, using his other arm hooked under your thigh to open your legs further. He leans his face against your thigh, kissing gently and looks up at you as he pushes his fingers into you until his knuckles brush your skin. You let out a strangled moan, and your grip on his hair tightens, drawing a groan from deep in his throat. He curls his fingers inside of you and he begins to pump them in and out, the heat and slickness of you combined with the song-like quality of your moans making him dizzy. One of your hands leaves his hair to find your clit and you start to rub, the tissue warm and engorged beneath your fingers. You bite your lip, eyelids fluttering, tension forming in your stomach, before you feel Arthur’s head push your hand away.“Nu-uh, gorgeous. Allow me.” He breathes, and then ducks back down, planting ticklish kisses to your clit before opening his mouth and sucking. When you mewl, he picks up the pace, squeezing your thigh between his bicep and forearm, spreading you open further.“Arthur-”He groans hotly in response, and through the haze, you hear him grind his hips against the bedroll, denim scratching against canvas. He keeps his speed but switches up the rhythm of his fingers, drawing out the thrusts, letting you feel the length and breadth of his fingers. You shudder and grab his hair as you rock your hips up into his mouth and hand. He can hear your feet wriggling on the bedroll behind him as you writhe.“Arthur, my God- Arthur-” You moan.“That’s… Mm- it, sweetheart-” Arthur slurs between his kissing and lapping at your clit, “-Keep on… Keep on.”You feel the familiar ache of your impending orgasm branching up through your core, twisting the muscles of your abdomen, choking any semblance of coherent thought from your mind as your back arches tightly.“I’m so- I’m- Yes- That’s-”The words barely form, more like gentle huffs between your heaving breaths that are steadily climbing in pitch. Arthur grunts, roughening his ministrations, and you respond in kind, eyes squeezing shut and body shuddering as he draws your orgasm from you. With a sequence of keening cries, your head falls back, hands gripping his hair almost painfully, thighs and folds smothering Arthur to the point that all he can feel, smell, taste, and hear is you and only you. Your back spasms, your hips rocking languidly, and Arthur whines when he tastes the familiar flavours of your cum spilling from you. His own body tenses, his hips urgently pushing into the bedroll beneath him, desperate for you. He slows his fingers and mouth to match your hips, keeping them deep as you pulse around them, relishing in how your brows furrow, how your nose scrunches up, how your face is aglow with pleasure.“Shit…” You sigh, hands dropping from his head to the bedroll. With a hum, Arthur slowly withdraws his fingers and mouth from you and he takes a deep breath, licking his lips and swallowing thickly before a grin stretches across his lips.“Now, just look at all that mess.” His voice cracks a little as he coos, pursing his flushed lips, making your heart flutter and you smile. He then shifts to hook your shaking knees over his shoulders, and you moan when he presses his plush, open mouth to your core. He laps at the sensitive tissue, licking up some of your fluids. A fiery shot of overstimulation ripples through you and you palm at his head,“Arthur, oh- Arthur, please, that’s too-” You pant but he shushes you quietly, his hands massaging your thighs.“Hush now, darlin’. Let me bring you back down to Earth.”He trails his tongue up and down with a deep hum, kissing and sucking as your hips stutter madly. After a moment, your muscles start to relax and the slow, sensual movements of his mouth against you becomes almost soothing, pulling a quiet moan from your parted lips.“Mm, Good girl…” He mutters.He spreads your thighs and plants a firm kiss to your clit, then your groin, then your stomach before crawling on top of you. You watch, dazed and breathless as he grabs a handful of your chemise and wipes his face with it. You let out a playful groan of disgust, smacking at his shoulder, earning a hearty laugh from him.You shake your head, “You’re such a dog.”He slips his arms around your waist, one hand snaking up to splay over your back, and pulls you against him, rolling onto his back with a grunt. Your hands find purchase on his chest, nails grazing the fabric of his shirt as you look down at him with the utmost fondness.“That’s the treatment I get for bein’ so givin’?” He smirks, and you feel his fingertips tapping a lumbering rhythm against your spine.You narrow your eyes and lean in close, voice low, “S’the treatment you get for wakin’ me up all hasty.”You press your mouth to his in a lazy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, and he practically purrs into your mouth, “Couldn’t help myself. Kept thinkin’ of you here, all soft ‘n’ pretty.”Your reverie is broken by the distant sound of Miss Grimshaw’s brusque tone,
“Where is that girl? She’s supposed to be up preparin’ bowls for breakfast.”You huff through your nose in irritation, breath puffing against Arthur’s face and he chuckles, deepening the kiss, one hand coming up to stroke your jaw. A faint sound of frustration escapes you as Grimshaw snaps at Karen, asking where you are. You grumble into Arthur’s mouth,“Grimshaw.”Arthur shushes you quietly, tilting his head to kiss along your neck,“A few more minutes won’t kill her. C’mon now…” He murmurs against your skin, pulling you closer, urging you to relax against him for just a moment longer, to which you gladly concede.