Chapter 19: Making It Up

The two men continued laughing on the ground and Lilly merely stared at them happily. They were finally getting along.

"Do ya know any more, Arthur?" Patrick said with a giggle.

Arthur nodded. "Uh huh! Ahem! Hold on a minute..." Arthur started sing shouting again. "Well, I asked that gal to give me some, mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm! I asked that gal to give me some, she says 'wait 'til the taters is done', mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm! I couldn't wait 'til the taters was done, mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm! I couldn't wait 'til the taters was done, threw her on the floor and knocked out some, mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm! I wish to God I'd passed her by, mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm! I wish to God I'd passed her by, taters got burnt and so did I! Mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm!"

Arthur and Patrick laughed hysterically and Lilly shook her head in slight amusement. "I think it's time for you two to get to bed," Lilly said.

Arthur got up slowly. "Now wait a minute, Lilly, come on. We haven't even finished drinking yet!"

"Yes we have," Patrick said with a malafoostered smile. "They cut us off."

"Oh yeah." Arthur started laughing.

Lilly sighed. "Just..." she climbed out the window and helped Patrick up. "Come on, I'll help you to your room." Lilly put Patrick's arm around her shoulder. "Arthur, can you walk?"

"Yes. No. Maybe," Arthur said.

This earned a laugh from Patrick. "Alright well, let's just go through the window. It's a shorter walk," said Lilly.

Lilly directed Patrick to the window and shoved him in. Lilly then went and pushed her husband around so he could climb into the window. She climbed in after them and stumbled as she tried to walk around their crumpled bodies that were still on the floor.

"Ouch! Lilly!" Patrick said. "Ya stepped on me!"

"Then get off yer feckin' arse!" she snapped.

Arthur guffawed in surprise. "Please don't upset my wife, Patrick. She might just kill you."

Both the men started laughing again and Lilly picked up Arthur. "Alright, you get into our bed."

Arthur wrapped his arms around her. "Dance with me."

Lilly laughed and shoved him on the bed. "No," she said in a serious tone. She helped Patrick up, who was giggling like an idiot, then she opened up their door and walked him down the hall. "Ya got your key?"

"Yes, love. It's in me coat pocket."

Lilly reached into his coat pocket, grabbed the key and unlocked his door. Lilly shoved him in and got him to the bed. She took off his shoes and Lilly then realized he was already out like a light. She set his key on his nightstand and let herself out. As she returned to her room, she felt Arthur's body press her against the door. "You're back, I missed you."

Lilly laughed and hugged him. "And I missed you, but now it's time for bed."

"No. It's time for somethin' else, Lilly."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Arthur kissed Lilly hungrily and she froze for a moment before kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. He tried to unbutton her shirt but Lilly stopped him. "Wait wait wait..."

Arthur growled at her. "I don't wanna wait!"

Lilly kept him off her. "Arthur, I can't let you do this in good conscience. You're drunk out of your skull. If you were sober, you-"

"I changed my mind!"

Lilly stared at him in surprise. "Why?"

"Because of what Patrick told me."

"What did he tell you?"

"It doesn't matter! I want you!"

Lilly pushed him off. "What did Patrick tell you?!"

"He told me about what happened. How you almost killed yourself beca-"

"He told ya what?!" Lilly was furious. "That feckin' bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" Lilly opened the door and went storming out.

Arthur tried to go after her but he kept staggering as he went. "Lilly, stop! Just wait a second!"

Lilly opened Patrick's door, walked to the bed and shook him. "Wake up, ya son of a bitch!"

Patrick groaned and Lilly smacked him in the head. He jolted awake and snorted. "Huh? What's goin' on?" he asked, slurring his words.

"Why did ya tell him about what I did?!"

Patrick rubbed his eyes as Arthur stumbled into the room. "Lilly, don't be-"

"Why, Patrick?! Why would ya tell him?!"

"Tell him what?" Patrick asked sheepishly.

"That I almost tried tah kill myself!"

"Oh...that."

Arthur gently grasped Lilly's hand. "Lilly, darlin', be-"

Lilly turned and glared at him. "Do not try tah handle me, Arthur Morgan!"

Arthur narrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not handlin' you, I'm tryin' to calm you down."

Lilly heard Patrick groan. "Lilly, can't this wait until tomorrow?"

"No!" Lilly snapped as she twisted around. "Why did ya tell him?! It wasna yer place tah say nothin'!"

"Anything."

Lilly pointed at him. "Do not correct me right now!"

Arthur turned her around. "Lilly, I asked him about how you were after I died, and he told me and...Lilly, I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

Lilly squinted her eyes at him. "Didn't believe me about what?" Arthur's eyes went wide. Lilly knew he realized he fucked up by saying that. "About what?! Spit it out, Arthur!"

"That you still loved me."

Lilly's eyes filled with a calm rage and she clicked her tongue. "I see." Lilly said. She then stormed out of the room.

"Lilly, wait a minute!" Arthur went after her. "I'm sorry I didn't believe it. I really am."

Lilly stopped, turned around, and glared at him. "I get why ya didna believe me, even when I told ya several times that I did love ya. I understand that, and ya had every right tah not believe me. But after the last few days, ya still didna believe me?"

Arthur frowned at her. "Yes."

Lilly scowled and turned her back to him. "I'm sleepin' alone tonight. Ya can sleep in yer new best friend's room!"

Arthur staggered after her. "Wait, Lilly!" Lilly didn't stop and when she reached the hotel door, Arthur grabbed her and turned her around. "Lilly, please! I didn't know!"

Lilly shoved him off and he hit the other wall. "Well now ya know!" Lilly got into the room, shut the door in his face and locked it.

Arthur leaned his hand on the door. "Fuck..." he muttered to himself. Arthur rubbed his face and ambled drunkenly down the hall to Patrick's room, who was poking his head out.

"She kick ya out?"

Arthur nodded. "Yes."

Patrick motioned for Arthur to come in. "Come on, you can sleep on the couch."

"Thanks, Patrick." Arthur walked in and Patrick shut the door. "Dammit, I should've believed her, but I just...I just couldn't do it."

"Well ya believe her now, dont'cha?

"Yes."

"She'll calm down after a while, Arthur. She always does."

Arthur sat on the beige couch and held his head in his hands. "The way you say that makes me think she gets mad at me often."

Patrick hissed with an intake of breath and nodded profusely. "Yep."

"Was I really that bad of a husband to her?"

"No, of course not. Ya always made it up tah her. And ya will make this up too."

"But-"

Patrick clapped a hand on Arthur's shoulder clumsily. "Listen, mate. It's gonna be fine. She canna stay mad at ya forever, okay?"

Arthur nodded at him. "Thanks, Patrick." Patrick chuckled and stumbled ovet to his bed. "She was right, you know."

Patrick collapsed on the bed. "About what?"

Arthur cackled. "You are a friend, and a good one."

Lilly woke up the next day, still feeling absolutely furious. She got out of bed and brushed her hair, putting Celtic knot braids into it. Lilly dressed in a navy blue buttoned down shirt, light blue jeans and black boots. She rolled her sleeves up as usually, but in the process she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to see Arthur standing there. She crossed her arms. Arthur looked her in the eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out. "I'm sorry about last night."

Lilly nodded. "Okay." She turned around and walked over to the bed to pack up her travel bag.

Arthur groaned in frustration. "You're still mad?"

"Yes," Lilly said, clearing her throat. She knew deep down that she was more hurt than mad, but anger was her defense mechanisn to hide emotional distress. "Yes, I am still mad."

Arthur approached her. "What can I do?"

"Just give me a wide berth for now." Lilly opened the bag and started putting things into it.

"You mean leave you alone?"

"Yes." Lilly looked at him coldly. "That's how it works with us. We fight, we leave each other alone, we get over it, then we're fine again."

Arthur chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, tilting his head at an angle. "Can we just skip the "leaving each other alone" part this time, please?"

"Nope." Lilly twisted around and looked at him. "You should pack up your things so we can get goin'." Lilly turned back around and started buttoning up her travel bag.

Arthur wrapped his arms around her from behind and she froze. "I love you, Lilly," he murmured into her ear.

Lilly cleared her throat. Did she hear him right? "What did you just say?"

Arthur kissed her neck. "I love you, Lilly."

Lilly shut her eyes. Now she couldn't stay mad at him after that. He finally loved her again. She grasped his arms and leaned back against him. "I love you too, Arthur."

Arthur kept kissing her neck. "I know I was very, very drunk last night...but I really wanted to kiss you and I still do...among other things."

Lilly snorted and turned her head to the side. "Like what?"

"What was the phrase we used to use?" Arthur paused for a few moments, then he let go of her. "Oh yeah...I'd like to fuck you into oblivion."

Lilly laughed whole-heartedly and looked at him. "Yes, that's the phrase. You remember that, huh?"

Arthur pulled her close and grabbed her rump. "Yes."

He nipped Lilly's mouth with his and she smiled. "Good, but that will have to wait. We gotta-"

Arthur kissed her deeply and Lilly instantly pulled him closer. "I don't wanna wait. Can we just," he started nipping her neck and Lilly moaned softly, her eyes shutting. "I need you so bad, Lilly..."

Lilly felt herself getting moist and her heart started pounding in her chest. Finally he was allowing them to have sex, but something occurred to her and she giggled. "And I need you, but you'll have to beg for it first."

Arthur stopped kissing her neck and stared at her in amusement. "You little shit."

Lilly bit her lip with a smile and wiggled her eyebrows. "What?"

Arthur kissed Lilly again and squeezed her butt. "You," he smooched her, "teased," he smooched her again, "me."

"Yes," Lilly kissed him, "I," she kissed him again, "did." She gave him one more kiss and then she picked up her bag. "Come on, the carriage awaits us, mo fhear céile." [my husband.]

"What is that again?"

"My husband."

"Oh." Arthur started packing his own bag. "How do you say "my wife" in Irish?"

"Mo bhean chéile." [My wife.]

"Mo...ban kay la?

"A little more "h" with ban and kay."

Arthur cleared his throat.. "Bhan khay la."

"Close."

"Mo bean chéile."

"There you go!" Lilly beamed at him. "See? Your tongue remembers."

Arthur suddenly smiled at her with the devil in it. "My tongue remembers a few things...like your honey pot."

Lilly's jaw dropped. "And my tongue remembers your cock."

Arthur guffawed in disbelief at her. "The things you say, woman."

Arthur finished packing and the two of them walked out holding hands. They checked out of the room and after that, Arthur whispered into her ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna make you feel like a real god damn woman."

Lilly blushed and licked his earlobe. "Can't wait."

Arthur chuckled deeply. The boys and Patrick were waiting for them at the carriage as they walked out and Patrick smiled at them. "Ya both alright now?"

"Yes," Lilly said with a grin as she got into the carriage. Arthur and Patrick climbed in after her and then they were off.