Okay y'all, if I could rate each and every chapter in particular, this one would be an M. That's right, there's some smut in this one, so if you're not into reading that, you may wanna skip it.
Disclaimer: I don't own King or Django. I only own my OC's.
"Are you ready to go?" Sara looked up at King who stood in the doorway to Marshall Gus' bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, softly cooing to Ilsa who was watching her mom with a curious look, though she seemed content.
"Yes," Sara replied as she stood up. She walked over to King who smiled down at the baby. It had been a week since she had been born and it had been decided that Sara would remain at Wapasha's house for the remainder of the winter, which Sara was none too happy about, but for the sake of her daughter, agreed to.
"Now you know you can stay here as long as you want." Marshall Gus was telling her as Django put her bag into Wapasha's wagon, while King held Ilsa.
"Oh Marshall," she smiled before kissing his cheek. "I've put you out of your own bed for long enough." She told him with a small chuckle. "Thank you for everything, you have been so incredible."
"Let me tell you, it's been nice havin' a babe around again, since my Susie's gone and grown up. Last I heard she was in Tennessee, havin' babies of her own." He shook his head. "You come on back now, come and see me."
"You could always come to the store." Wapasha told the Marshall who smiled looking at the older Indian fondly.
"Well I might just do that." He replied before looking at King. "Doctor, now I understand you doin' what needs ta be done, but son, you gotta know when to hang up your spurs. You got a young'un now."
"I know," King looked at Ilsa who squirmed a little, and then stared up at him with her big curious eyes. He looked at Sara who was watching him before she stepped over to him.
"It's time." She told him softly.
"I know." He replied.
"You'd better come see us." She warned him and he smiled.
"Nothing could keep me." He assured her, before kissing her deeply. She moaned softly into the kiss, before they broke apart, her arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against hers; his beard lightly tickled her face, making her smile sadly.
"I hate being away from you." She whispered softly.
"It will only be for a few weeks time." He assured her.
"I know," her chin quivered softly and he handed Ilsa to the Marshall for a moment so he could wrap one arm around his wife's waist and gently cup her face with the other. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she leaned into his touch.
"Shh, none of that." He whispered. "Now I have to keep doing my job, and you have to do your job, looking after our daughter."
"I can't do it alone." She whimpered and he shook his head.
"You won't be alone. You will never be alone, I promise you." He assured her. "We will come back, we'll come see you as often as we can, I promise."
"I know," she said softly. "But I don't want you to go."
"Don't say that mine leiber," he pleaded. "You know I'll never be able to go if you say that."
"Schultz," Django spoke up and the two looked over. "We need to be going."
"Just give me a moment longer." He waved to Django who nodded, looking at Sara for a moment, and then turned back to the horses he was trying to calm down. "Sara, I need to go."
"I know." She replied.
"I need to know you're okay with me leaving." A tear rolled down her face and she took a deep breath, but nodded.
"Go," she let go of him. "Go, do your work."
"Liebling," he stroked her face. "Ich liebe dich mein Schatz" her chin shook for a moment before she took a breath and nodded, collecting herself.
"Ich liebe dich auch." She nodded before leaning in and kissing him once more. He held her close, kissing her deeply, until someone cleared their throat. The two broke apart and King walked her to the cart, she got onto the cart and King took Ilsa from the Marshall, he kissed the baby's head softly before passing her up to her mother.
"I'll see you soon." He promised Sara as he held her hand. The cart started moving, forcing the couple to let go of each other.
"Look after him Django!" she called back to Django who had mounted Tony. "Bring him back to me!"
"You got it Red." He promised with a nod. She nodded and then looked at King one more time. He gave her a small wave and she waved back before looking down at Ilsa who was squirming in discomfort at the way the cart moved.
For the next six weeks Sara immersed herself in helping at the store. Wapasha didn't own the store, she just ran it, the boss was Wapasha's brother, Takoda, Wapasha washed and repaired clothes for the men who lived close by and would drop clothes off. Sara showed off her abilities fixing clothes, Wapasha had to admit, she enjoyed having the little red head around, and the baby was growing as well, at seven weeks she was now able to roll over on her stomach and hold her head up, something she did quite often.
It was about a week and a half after the last of the snow had melted and Sara was spending as much of her time outside as possible. Wapasha and she were living in Wapasha's house behind the store, it was a small home, but cozy, Wapasha was scrubbing clothes while Sara alternated between mending clothes, and hanging clothes on the line. Ilsa was lying on a blanket on the porch next to Wapasha who was singing softly to the baby in her native tongue.
"I'm going to check on Smith's bundle," Sara told Wapasha as she set down the shirt she was putting new buttons on. Wapasha looked at the woman with a fond smile. It had taken some convincing, but Wapasha had soon gotten Sara wearing the type of clothes she had worn when she lived with the tribe for some time, the men around the store had grown to calling her the Fire Indian because of her hair, and if some of them were rude, her attitude.
Sara was currently wearing a buckskin dress that went to just below her knees, and a pair of long buckskin moccasins, each piece of clothing was stitched perfectly and decorated with beads and bone and shells. Sara's red hair was no longer contained in the usual knot she wore it in, and now hung around her face in the long red curls King loved so much.
She walked out to the line of clothes, and checked some of them before deeming them dry enough to take them down. "We're lucky the wind is with us today," Sara called to Wapasha. "We may get all of the orders finished."
"I think the changing wind carries more than luck with it." Wapasha called back, making Sara frown and look back to the old Indian who was staring out at the small road by the shop. A large wagon was passing driven by two oxen, but as it passed, it revealed a very familiar man in a grey suit walking to the Fence.
Sara's heart stopped for a moment as she briefly wondered if she was seeing things. King was able to open the gate and walk through it before she dropped the shirt she was taking off the clothes line. She ducked under shirts and trousers as she ran; King caught sight of her and smiled as she ran across the field, before throwing herself into his arms.
"Oomph-" he took a step back, trying to hold her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, covering his face and neck with kisses. He lifted her up again, spinning her around in a circle, before pulling her into a deep, passionate, loving kiss.
That was quickly cut off by Sara pulling back, and slapping him across the face. Wapasha winced when she did it, she could practically see the red mark forming on King's cheek.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Sara shouted making King flinch. "Do you have any idea how long it's been!?"
"Sara, calm down," King tried to sooth her, making her slap him again.
"Calm Down!? CALM DOWN!?" she bellowed, her accent coming out so thick Django, who was leaning on the fence could hardly understand it, a moment later, Django was sure he couldn't understand what she was saying as she shouted wildly at King in a language Django had never heard before. "Conas leomh tú díreach teacht ar ais anseo tar éis an ama seo go léir?! An bhfuil tú aon smaoineamh conas buartha a bhí mé buartha conas-go raibh muid? Riamh tháinig tú ar ais riamh, tá tú scríobh, cad é an ifreann an t-ábhar a bhfuil tú, má d'fhéadfadh do dheartháir a fheiceáil conas tá tú d'fhág mé, bhfuigheadh sé a bheith ar buile! agus chun saoire do iníon? Tá tú dÚsachtach?!" she shoved King's chest slightly before turning on her heel, storming back to the house, where she picked up Ilsa from the blanket on the porch and then stomped into the house, and slammed the door behind her.
"What language was that?" Django asked King who was rubbing the red spot on his face where Sara had slapped him- twice.
"That, my boy, was Irish."
"What's that mean?" Django asked making King sigh as he took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair.
"It means," he continued as Wapasha walked to the edge of the porch, crossed her arms, and shook her head before going to check on the young woman. "She's more upset than we thought." King let out another sigh before walking to the house.
Wapasha had her brother help set up tipis in the yard for the travelers to stay in, each tipi could fit many people easily, though Wapasha knew only two would need them. "You cannot stay in this house in anger," Wapasha told Sara as she carried out a bunch of blankets for Sara to sleep on.
"I am not in anger," Sara tried to insist as Wapasha held open the door to the tipi.
"Until your husband and you make up, neither shall enter the house."
"But what about Ilsa-"
"I will watch over the baby. She had been fed for the night and will sleep as she has been doing well."
"But Wapasha-"
"No buts Fire Bird." Wapasha shook her head. "Stay." Sara sighed in frustration before stepping into the tipi. Wapasha closed it, without lacing the door and Sara groaned before going about making herself comfortable for the night.
The sky was dark when Sara set about seeing what it was she had to change into, forgetting the Indian way of sleeping in nothing. She blushed when she realized and then shook her head. There was no way she'd enter the house if Wapasha didn't will it, but maybe she could convince Django to pass her the nightdress she kept on the trunk at the end of her bed. She went to the door of the tipi and opened it, before stepping back, slightly startled to see King standing there.
"May I come in?" he asked and she thought for a moment before nodding. He picked something off the ground, and Sara realized it was their buffalo skin. "I thought, if you were going to spend the night in a tipi, you might as well feel at home." He explained as he rolled it out, before casting her a sideways look. "Though you do look the part."
"And you look like a white man trying to force an apology." She replied as she crossed her arms.
"Sara, I never meant to stay away that long," he explained softly as he rested on his knees in front of her. "I don't expect you to forgive me so easily, but know, I would never do anything to hurt you."
"I know you wouldn't." she whispered. He wrapped his arms around her middle and she sighed, loosening her stance as she softly stoked his hair. She knelt down in front of him and sighed when she saw the small bruise forming on his cheek. "I'm sorry." She whispered before lightly brushing her lips across his cheek.
"I deserved it." He replied as he buried his hand in her hair, he rested his face in the crook of her neck, making her move in closer to him, pressing their bodies together. Sara could feel his arousal at being so close to his wife making her smile softly.
"Six weeks is a long time," she whispered in his ear.
"I know, I'm so sorry mine Liebling," he replied.
"An especially long time for a married woman to spend alone," she continued. "Especially one who is used to… Certain things," she drew out making him look at her with a knowing look. "I can't imagine what it must have been like for you," she cooed softly as she ran her hands down his body. He drew in a sharp breath as she softly rubbed over the growing bulge. "I mean, as agonizing as it was for me- and it was, agonizing." She looked him in the eye as his breathing deepened. "I can't imagine how you felt."
"It was excruciating," he told her, not breaking eye contact as his hands started to unlace her dress at the shoulders. He paused for a moment, his hands shaking, making her take them in her hands. She softly kissed his calloused fingertips making him groan softly, closing his eyes as she kissed his knuckles and then the palms of his hands.
Sara pushed him back on his rear on the buffalo hide as she stood up and unlaced her dress. She paused for a moment, the confidence she had dimming as she realized this would be the first time he looked upon her body since having the baby. "Tell me you love me." Her voice came out as scarcely more than a whisper.
"What?" he asked and she looked down at him.
"Tell me you love me." King looked at the way Sara held her dress to her body and suddenly understood what was wrong.
"Sara, my wife, my treasure, my life, I love you more than any word in any language could describe. You're the mother of my daughter, you are what keeps me going every day, you are my heart. These past weeks without you have been the worst days of my life, I can't function without you, because without you, there is nothing. Your body is nothing to be worried about, it is as beautiful as it was the day I married you, and I haven't seen it yet. I know this because when I look at you, I still see you, just as you were on our wedding day. And when I see your body, I see it just as it was on our wedding night. And every time I look at you, and every time I look at your body I know I am the luckiest man in the world, lucky to know that this goddess who stands before me, is good enough to have me as her husband." He told her making her cover her mouth with one hand. He stood up and looked down at her with a small smile. "But if you are not ready, I will say good night, and go to the other tipi, and I will stay there all night, and every night until you decide if you are ready to let me worship you once again." He put his hands on her bare shoulders and kissed her forehead before turning to leave.
"King-" she called, grabbing his arm. She dropped the dress as he turned around, standing there before him in nothing but her moccasins.
He smiled softly before leaning in, and pressing his lips to hers. She shut her eyes, holding onto the front of his shirt as her held her close. She started to pluck away at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest to her; he broke the kiss for a moment as he unbuttoned the buttons by his wrists, before pulling the shirt off. His tongue moved around hers, dominating her mouth as the two kissed, his hands caressed her body, and she broke the kiss, making him open his eyes, looking at her as she leaned in, and softly pecked his lips, but pulled back before he could deepen the kiss.
Sara softly kissed his neck, before she found the one spot that if she kissed "Ungh… Sara-" King groaned softly as she lightly nibbled at it with a smirk. She pulled back and sat down on the buffalo skin hide with her knees bent, looking up at him as she knelt down, unlacing his shoes. He kicked out of them and then knelt before her, lifting up one of her moccasin clad legs. He started unlacing it, following the criss-cross patterns the hide laces took up her calves before pulling them off. Sara giggled as he kissed the inside of her newly exposed calf, before unlacing the other one. King kissed up her legs, before casting her a sly, almost devilish look, the same look he gave her every time he-
"Oh god-" Sara whimpered. King didn't stop his attack until she was arching her hips, moaning and calling his name. King made his way back up her body as she lay there for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe. He lightly bit her chin, smirking down at her.
"Apology accepted?" he whispered in her ear making her reach out and softly thump his chest. He grinned as she sat up with a newfound passion and pushed him down.
"Almost." She replied in the same tone before unbuttoning his pants. He lifted his hips, helping her slide them off of him. She softly stroked him a few times before leaning down, taking him in her mouth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he grew used to the sensation of her mouth around him, and then he looked back at her, making eye contact that neither of them broke before she slowly let go of him. He took her hands as she climbed over him, he reached down to adjust himself slightly, and then let out a low groan as she lowered herself on top of him. "King-" she moaned as he breathed heavily.
"Stop- stop for a moment." He requested making her smile, laying down on top of his body, he put his hand on her lower back as she curled her fingers through his chest hair.
"Getting too excited?" she asked coyly.
"No," he looked at her. "I just needed a moment to do this." With that he flipped them over, so he was on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He kept his hands at either side of her body, propping himself up as he thrust his hips into hers, making her gasp at the force.
"Oh- King-" she moaned and he leaned down, lightly biting her collar bone.
"Say it again." He instructed.
"Say what?" she whispered making him slow down. She whimpered as he slowed down to almost a stop. "King," she pleaded and he started to move faster. "Ugh, King," she panted as she could feel herself getting close. "King!" she cried out as he thrust one more time, against her spasming muscles around him, he finished into her.
The two of them panted for a moment before he moved out of her, he lay down next to her and pulled the blanket over the two of them, before kissing her forehead. She groaned and he smiled before kissing her lips delicately.
"God I missed you." He muttered as she cuddled up next to him. She let out a small giggle and then kissed him again as he rolled on his side to face her properly. She moved into his arms, resting her forehead against his chest as she got control of her breathing.
"Is that the only reason you missed me?" she asked and he looked down at her with a sly smirk.
"I'm sure I can come up with a few others." He sighed making her lightly hit his arm. He grinned and then kissed her forehead again before the happily married couple fell asleep.
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