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Chapter 43: Saint Denis

The gentleman crouched on the stool and stared at Lilly with wide, bloodshot eyes. Lilly smiled nicely. "Alright, I'll start. Mr. Gillis, why are you behavin' this way?"

Mr. Gillis scoffed. "In what way?"

"This...unbecomin' and horrible behavior, Mr. Gillis. The drinkin', the gamblin', the sleepin' around with women and such. What is drivin' you to do this?"

He blinked at her and chuckled angrily. "I don't have to explain myself to you!"

Lilly sighed and leaned back a little. "I agree wholeheartedly, sir. Indeed I do. But," Lilly looked back at Mary. She seemed worried. Lilly turned her attention back to Mr. Gillis. "Mary, your daughter, you could explain yourself to her. I would very much insist on it. If..." Lilly trailed off.

"If what?!"

Lilly shook her head. "If you could control your anger. Because I hear you have a hard time with that and I'd prefer if you did not yell and shout at your very concerned daughter. So..." Lilly scooted her stool a little closer. "If you're goin' to explain yourself to her, you're gonna have to explain it to me first."

"And why would I do that, um...what was your name?" he asked.

"Lillian Morgan," she mumbled. "Not sure you remember me, but-"

Recognition washed over the man's face. "Oh yes. Little Lilly O'Callaghan! Ha, last time I saw you, you were...hmm, 8, wasn't it?"

"Yes sir."

Mr. Gillis sighed heavily. "So, you married Arthur, did you?"

"That is correct."

"How is that workin' out for you?"

"Just fine, Mr. Gillis. Despite what you think of him, he is a good man."

"It was never about him bein' a good man or not. It was about the life he was leadin'."

"Understandable. You were thinkin' of Mary and how her life would be, and to compare outlaws with law abidin' citizens or decent folk is like comparin' nags to thoroughbreds," she said with a grin.

Mr. Gillis laughed. "That's a good way to put it."

"It is. But, if I may ask you a question?"

"Of course, Mrs. Morgan,"

"While my morals are questionable, bein' an outlaw myself, I do try not to throw stones because I myself have sins to atone for. I believe there are no absolutes. Only shades of gray," she said, quoting Herr Strauss. "As a testament to that, do you consider yourself a good man?"

Mr. Gillis gaped at her. "Of course I do!"

"And how does a good man act? Do you think your behavior falls into the column of goodness?"

"I..." Mr. Gillis started, but then he lowered his head. "No...no it does not."

"Uh huh. And if I may also ask, when did you stop actin' like a good man?"

"...When Mrs. Gillis died." Mr. Gillis said glumly.

"Ah, I see. The death of a loved one is a hard thing to go through," Lilly frowned.

"Did you lose someone, Mrs. Morgan?"

"Multiple someones," Lilly sighed and crossed her arms. "My entire family."

"I am sorry to hear that, young lady. May I ask how?"

"Of course. My parents and my little sister died on The Emerald Star. We were emigratin' from Ireland and...well, it sank. James, me baby brother, he died in New York from pneumonia. And Brian, my last livin' relative, was beaten and murdered here in Saint Denis two years later." Lilly still had to figure out how her brothers got reincarnated into wolves and why, now that she was reminded of their deaths.

"My God. How old were you when you emigrated?"

"I was five years old, sir. I've seen a great deal of death. It makes people lash out from grief. Self-destruct. Hurt those closest to their hearts. And I definitely self-destructed and lashed out after Brian died."

Mr. Gillis frowned with sympathy. "How did you lash out?"

"...Well, I better not go into the details, Mr. Gillis. But, sir, my point is the drinkin', the whorin' and the gamblin' is your way of lashin' out. You still grieve for your wife and you haven't been able to deal with that grief properly. But what saved me from my own destruction, from my grief, were three men. Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, and Arthur Morgan. If it hadn't been for them, I would've turned into one of the bad criminals who be givin' the good ones an abominable reputation."

Mr. Gillis stared at her in shock. "So...what do you suggest I do to stop my own destruction?"

Lilly chuckled, moved herself closer, and took the man's hands into hers. "You must allow yourself to grieve, sir. If you don't, you will never get over it and you may very well lose the rest of your family. Is that what you want, Mr. Gillis? Is this what your wife would have wanted for you?"

Mr. Gillis had tears in his eyes. "No. But I miss her so much."

"Of course you do. That's the natural way of things. I miss my family every single day, but I no longer grieve for their deaths. Instead, I dwell on the the good times and I celebrate the time I had with them. And I also recommend that you go to your daughter, hug her, and mend the bond that has been strained for quite some time."

Mr. Gillis patted her hands. "Thank you, Mrs. Morgan. You are very wise for one so young."

Lilly laughed. "So I have been told." She stood up, helping the still buzzed man to his feet. "Now go on, ya silly man."

Mr. Gillis and Mary both closed the gap and hugged each other. Lilly smiled to herself. Mary looked at her and mouthed a 'thank you' with tears in her eyes. She bowed herself slightly in response and went to leave. "Oh, Mrs. Morgan?" Mr. Gillis called to her.

Lilly turned and grinned. "Yes sir?"

"Would you please...convey my sincerest apologies to your husband? Because if Arthur influenced you growing up, I can see now that...he really is a good man."

Holy shit. "I certainly will, Mr. Gillis. Mrs. Linton," she said before exiting the stable. As she walked, Lilly's jaw dropped and she covered her mouth. What the fuck just happened? How the hell did she just mend a broken family? And how did she get him to see Arthur as a good man? Lilly mounted up on Liath and headed back to the Hotel Grand where Arthur was waiting with her brothers. She got down from her horse and confronted him. "Seriously, Arthur?"

"What?" he puffed out.

Lilly shook her head, pivoting her hip and crossing her arms over her chest. "Helpin' that woman out a second time?"

Arthur frowned. "Oh. Look, I know, I know, I just-"

Lilly chuckled and kissed him. "Relax. I'm only yankin' yer chain. Oh, by the way, Mr. Gillis wished to convey his sincerest apologies to you."

"...What?"

"Yep," Lilly said with a giant smile and a giggle. "Apparently, you're a good man now because you helped raise me, and I basically fixed the whole problem with "Dear Old Daddy", so..."

Arthur gave her the most flabbergasted expression. "How in the hell did you manage that?"

"We talked. Didn't know how to handle the death of his wife properly, so I set him on the straight and narrow."

"How do you know it'll stick?"

Lilly shrugged. "I don't, but I did make him cry."

Arthur's eyes bugged out. "Are you shittin' me? How?"

"With my smile, of course" Lilly said with an innocent voice.

It made Arthur cackle loudly. "Yes, you do have a beautiful smile."

Lilly smirked and grabbed her husband by his suspenders, kissing him softly. "And you're hair is long."

"Ha! You don't like it?"

"I do, actually," she said, brushing her fingers through it. "Now you just need whiskers," she teased. "Although your stubble is somethin' I find to be very arousin'," she said, arching an eyebrow.

"Arousin', huh?"

"Yes." Lilly kissed his chin. "My honey pot needs your cock right fuckin' now, in fact," she whispered.

Arthur chortled and kissed her neck. "Just say where."

Lilly grinned and grabbed his hand. "Boys, stay." The wolves sat down and Lilly pulled Arthur into an alley to the right of the hotel. "This way."

"Ha! Are we doin' this in public?"

Lilly giggled, making another right as they walled past a group of people. "Yes. You scared?"

"Hell no," he replied with a giddy scoff. Lilly dragged him straight through until they found a secluded area with barrels and boxes. They both went behind some boxes and immediately started necking. Arthur was about to yank her pants down when she stopped him. "What?"

With a devilish grin, Lilly took his hand and put it between her legs. "Special pants."

Arthur jerked his head as he felt her bare wetness. "You are so bad, Lilly. You been walkin' around like this the whole time?"

"Of course."

Arthur laughed, picked her up, and set her on a box. "You little minx."

Lilly opened her legs and leaned back, pressing her palms on the box to keep her upper body hoisted up. Arthur unbuttoned his pants quickly and put himself inside Lilly. He began thrusting slow and easy inside his wife as her legs embraced him. Arthur placed his hands on the box and pumped in and out with deep and steady strokes. Lilly pulled his head close with one hand and kissed him passionately, so Arthur held her upper body up so she wouldn't fall over. His thrusts went deeper as they kept their mouths locked together. Arthur lifted her up without pulling out and put her back to the wall. Lilly put her arms around him as they continued their frenzied kissing.

"Níos tapúla," [Faster] Lilly begged. When Arthur obliged, she moaned against his lips. "Sea, sea, sea, tuilleadh! Tuilleadh! Crua!" [Yes, yes, yes, more! More! Hard!] Arthur pumped harder into her and she moaned again while he began to grunt over and over again. "Ó a Dhia, ó a Dhia, ó a Dhia, sea! Sea!" [Oh God, oh God, oh God, yes! Yes!] Arthur's cock felt so good inside her. Her orgasm began to peak over the edge as her inner vaginal walls started to pulsate. "Labhair i nGaeilge. Déan dom teacht," she gasped. [Speak in Irish. Make me come.]

"Tá sé seo chomh te. Tá do coinín chomh te," [This is so hot. Your pussy is so hot.] Arthur growled into her neck amd bit her flesh, pushing into her with much more force and speed. "Mo bhean álainn, tá mé ag teastáil uait! Is breá liom tú! Ní féidir liom maireachtáil gan tú!" [My beautiful woman, I need you! I love you! I can not live without you!]

Lilly's orgasm hit her hard and she moaned loudly into Arthur's mouth, her hips bucking into him while her womanhood twitched in rhythm of Arthur's thrusts. He gripped her hair and nibbled, kissed, licked and sucked on her collarbone, shoulders, neck, and earlobes. "Ó, mo ghrá. Mo leon. Mo fhear céile. Is mise mise go deo." [Oh, my love. My lion. My husband. I am yours forever.]

Arthur clenched his teeth on the flesh of Lilly's neck and groaned harshly as his dick spasmed inside her, releasing his seed. They both had raspy breaths as Lilly held close to his chest, putting her feet to the ground. "Christ, that was hot," Arthur wheezed out.

Lilly nodded in agreement. "You pleased me well, my husband."

"And you pleased me," Arthur said, kissing his wife softly. "I'm hungry."

Lilly laughed. "So am I."

"Ice cream?"

"After. I want real food first."

Arthur pulled her away from the wall, kissing her once more. "Like what?"

"Steak."

Arthur grabbed her hand and they walked together out of the alley. They whistled for their horses Liath and Rose to follow. After their lunch and dessert, the married couple stabled their horses and decided to walk around to take in the place. Arthur said he hated it and it made Lilly laugh.

"What are you laughin' at?" he asked, chuckling as they walked.

"You think this is bad? New York City was bad. The smell was atrocious there, and it was much more crowded than here."

"Can't argue with that."

Eventually they found their way to a place called Doyle's Tavern and walked in, leaving Brian and James outside. There was a French man leaning over the bar who looked at them and smiled. "Hello. Hey, buy me a drink, mon ami." [my friend.]

Lilly shook her head and looked at Arthur. "I better not partake, but should I treat you both to drinks since you paid for lunch?"

"Sure, why not?" Arthur laughed.

"What would you like, sir?" Lilly asked the man.

"Brandy," he replied gruffly.

"Two brandies, please."

"It's two dollars a glass."

Arthur laughed. "It better be good, then."

Lilly put four dollars on the table. "That's usually how it goes in big cities, mo chuisle. Expensive but usually worth it."

"That's right," the bartender said as he served the drinks. "It's the best. Do you want anything, lady?"

"Do ya got cola?"

"Yep. That is three fifty a bottle."

Arthur put three dollars and fifty cents on the bar. "You bought my drink, I buy yours."

Lilly got her cola. "Thank you, Arthur."

"Thank you," the man said to Lilly. They all clinked their drinks together. "Santé."

"Sláinte," Lilly said.

"Uh, cheers," Arthur said, not knowing what else to say.

Lilly giggled and took a drink as the two men took theirs. The French man took his whole shot while Arthur sipped his. "Ah, it's quite a country you're building here, eh?" the French man said as he took a handful of peanuts.

"What, me personally?" Arthur asked.

"I don't know. What do you two do?"

"Mostly we just shoot people." Arthur finished his drink and Lilly paid for more brandy.

"How very American of you. I love it."

"What do you do?"

Lilly leaned her back against the bar as she took another drink of cola as she listened to the men talk. "Mostly I...I pose, I show off, I complain."

"Well, how very French."

"I know," the man said with a chuckle, taking more peanuts. "I am ridiculous. Ha, I have been all over the world, I have seen the sights, and I have discovered the one eternal truth. That I am a prize, how do you say, whole ass."

"Asshole?" Arthur asked in confusion.

"Mmm, that too, that too," the man said as he pat Arthur's shoulder. All three of them laughed.

"Well, at least you have some self-knowledge. Where were you on your journey?" Arthur took another shot of brandy.

"All the civilised world. Painting my little pictures, meeting the locals, you know."

"You a painter?"

"No. I'm a whole ass. I thought we had covered this?"

The men laughed again. "Yeah yeah, but you paint?"

"Not according to the salons of Paris, no. According to them, I cannot draw, I cannot paint, and I should go away. So I went away."

"You miss Paris?"

"Mmm, that smelly, filthy place with old buildings and ghosts and shit and French people? I have that right here."

Arthur crossed his arms. "I guess so."

"You know, eh," the man held out his hand for a shake while Lilly smiled at them both. Lilly was happy Arthur found a new friend.

"Arthur. That there is Lilly, my wife."

"Charles." Lilly also shook hands with the man. "You know, Arthur, don't believe in art. It's lies. Believe in women," Charles motioned to Lilly, "they're the truth. Art is lies. But the vagina! That is truth!"

Lilly spit out her drink and began laughing hysterically. "Ó a Dhia!" [Oh my God!]

Charles and Arthur laughed at her. "Did I offend you?"

Lilly laughed. "No. That was funnier than hell, you talkin' about vaginas," she said, wiping her shirt and mouth. "I like you."

Charles laughed. "Yes! Breasts! Vaginas! They are truth! Art is for idiots."

"If you say so," Arthur chuckled.

"Trust me, I've tried both. One is better, muuuch better."

Arthur laughed. "I can believe that."

Lilly grinned. "Then I'd like to point out that sex is also truth."

Charles gaped at her and laughed. "She gets it! Elaborate!"

Lilly laughed and elaborated. "To, hmm, my French is rusty, but, I just came up with this. Peindre c'est aimer et faire l'amour est divin."

"To paint is to love and to make love is divine." Charles repeated in English. "That is beautiful, Lilly."

Arthur raised a brow at his wife. "Labhraím go leor teangacha," Lilly said to him with a wink. [I speak many languages.]

"Chruthú é," Arthur dared. [Prove it.]

"Another time."

"So, I uh, must ne boring you but here," Charles said, giving Arthur a piece of paper.

"What is it?" Arthur asked as he picked it up.

"It's just a little doodle. You know, entirely worthless unless you want to wipe your bottom with it but I wanted to say thank you for the drinks and conversation."

"Well that's very kind, Charles."

Lilly looked at the picture and smiled. It was a naked woman. "I like it," she said. "Are all your subjects naked women?"

"No. I've painted naked men too."

Lilly gasped then looked at Arthur mischeviously. "You should paint my husband. He is quite a specimen to the human species."

Arthur eyeballed her with a scolding but frisky look. "You stop that."

"Or maybe you could paint me. Or both of us!" Lilly giggled.

Arthur cackled. "That...that's not-'," he said.

"Oh, I will do it!" Charles exclaimed.

"Lillian, I don't think-"

Lilly had a thought. "Oh! Ya must include me wolves in the painting!"

"Your wolves?" Charles asked.

Lilly ran to the door with a smile and opened it. "Brian! James!"

The two wolves padded in and Charles' eyes widened. "What giant beasts!"

Lilly bounced a few times and giggled. "I know!"

Charles walked around to examine the wolves. "Well, they are different than my usual subjects, but of course they should be included!"

Arthur went to protest but Lilly ran up to him and pouted. "Please? Pretty please? I wanna be painted naked with ya!"

Arthur squinted his eyes at her then at Charles. "Fine, but you ain't paintin' my cock."

"Of course, Arthur! Of course! Whatever pose you want!" He pulled out a card and gave it to them. "Meet me at my studio tomorrow and I shall paint all of you! Oh, so exciting!"

Lilly, Arthur, Brian and James left the saloon and continued on their tour of Saint Denis. Lilly stopped at a store and came out with a jar of pickles and some salted beef. She started chowing into them both and Arthur laughed as Lilly stuffed her face. "I'm startin' to think that pouch of yours is more than just the baby."

Lilly glared at Arthur. "Are you callin' me fat?"

"A little bit." When Lilly pouted with a sad face, Arthur chortled. "I'm only teasin', darlin'. You make a beautiful fat woman."

Lilly's mouth scrunched and she threw a pickle at Arthur's head. "Arse!"

Arthur laughed as he wiped pickle juice off his face. "I deserved that, I'm sorry."

Lilly hmphed but they continued on in good spirits. As they wandered towards the Saint Denis market, they saw a monk asking for money.

"Help the poor...help the poor," the monk said. They walked up to him and the monk smiled with hope in his eyes. "You, kind sir. Will you help the poor? Oh my," he said, looking at the wolves.

"They're harmless," Lilly assured him.

"Yes, they're kind, but I ain't so kind," Arthur said.

"Yes you are, sir. You have it in you, I can tell," the monk said.

"I'm a nasty bit of work, father."

Lilly chomped on a pickle as she watched in amusement. She loved when Arthur acted grumpy. It was cute to her. "You're wrong on two counts, sir. I'm a humble Brother. A penitent monk, not a priest...and you're a magnificent bit of work. You may have made some...some poor choices, but which of us hasn't?"

Arthur smirked before he laughed and shook his head. "You have no idea."

"But you do, and God does, and that's enough for me and for him."

Arthur leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "We shall see." Lilly went next to him and grabbed another pickle to eat.

"That we shall, sir, but why don't you hedge your bets and give two bits to the poor? There are so many who will go hungry tonight."

Lilly backhanded Arthur lightly on the chest. "Oh come on. If you don't, I will," she said as she chewed on some salted beef.

Arthur sighed and reached into his satchel. "Sure." He tossed some coins into the monk's bowl.

"Bless you, sir," the man said.

"How you gettin' on, anyhow?"

"These are a somewhat apathetic lot, I'm afraid."

"Hmm. My uh, my father-in-law says that America is designed to induce apathy in people."

Lilly chomped on her food and grinned. "Ha! He told ya that too, aye?"

"Yes, he did."

"That's a wonderful insight," the monk said, walking around then back to them both. "He must be a wise man, your father-in-law."

Arthur cackled softly. "Well sometimes he's a downright fool but...eh, usually, he's the best man I know," Arthur said, inclining his head a few times.

"That's wonderful. The, the thing is I'm...well, poverty will always be with us, but slavery," the monk looked over the wall into the market, "I-I thought we had banished that."

Lilly blinked and looked over the wall with Arthur. "What now?" Lilly asked. "Oh god, don't tell me Saint Denis still has that shite!"

"I'm afraid so," the monk replied. "Saint Denis is acting as a staging post for shipping slaves out to some of the islands."

"I don't believe you, it's 1899," Arthur said roughly.

"Maybe you should have a look yourself." Arthur left the wall and stared beyond the market entrance as the monk continued. "I've heard that the pawnbroker down the block around the corner, the one with the green door, well they say he

sells more than forlorn trinkets."

Lilly lowered her head. "Arthur, if that's still goin' on..."

Arthur stopped her. "You stay here. I'll take care of this," he said almost angrily before marching through the market.

A soft grin formed on her lips. "You were right, ya know."

The monk looked at her. "About what?"

"My husband. He is a magnificent piece of work." Lilly sighed and held out the jar. "Would ya like a pickle, Brother?"

The monk smiled and took one. "Thank you." He took a bite and sighed. "Pickles are very good."

"Mmhmm," Lilly said, leaning back against the wall. She reached into her bag and put money in the bowl.

"Thank you again," the monk chuckled. "He's your husband, then?"

"Yes. Lilly Morgan." Lilly put the pickle in her mouth and shook the man's hand.

"Brother Dorkins."

"Hmm. Well, if ya dunna mind," Lilly slumped to the ground slowly and sat. "Me feet are swellin' up again, so I gotta sit down."

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yes. Just an expectant mother, is all."

"Oh. Well, congratulations," Dorkins said before chewing on his pickle.

Lilly put the lid back on the jar and finished off her pickle before putting the jar in her satchel. "Thank you, Brother."

The wolves nuzzled her face and she giggled. "I'm alright, darlin's, I'm alright."

"Did you raise these two? And what are you feeding them?"

Lilly laughed. "I've had them for...hmm, a few months now. They were a lot smaller when I got them, so I suppose I have raised them a bit. And I don't know what they eat when they're out huntin' on their own, but either they go after big game or they go after a lot of game."

"You don't keep them with you all the time?"

"Nah, they're wolves. They deserve to have their freedom, even though we do share a bond."

"That's a wonderful sentiment to have." Lilly nodded, grabbed more salted beef and gave Brian and James each a piece, which they gobbled down gratefully.

"Brother?" Lilly heard Arthur say and she looked up to see him and two lost looking men in dirty clothes.

"Brother Dorkins, friend."

"Arthur. Arthur Morgan." Arthur grabbed the men and directed them over to Dorkins. He looked down at Lilly. "You feelin' alright?"

"Yes. Just my feet are swellin' up," she said, taking off her boots and rubbing her feet. "That and I forgot to take my cacao extract this mornin', so I'm a wee bit tired."

"Ah, Lilly," he said, kneeling down and lifting her chin. "Is forgetfulness a pregnancy thing too?"

"I can't remember," Lilly said with a smirk.

"Ha!" Arthur laughed. "You're funny." He looked over at Brother Dorkins and pointed at the two men. "You were right. I found these two imprisoned in that shop."

"Oh my," Dorkins said, looking over the wall again. "That's well they are blessed to have met you, Arthur."

"Trust me, in that they're very unusual," Arthur said, walking to stand next to his wife. Lilly tried to put her boots back on. They were too snug. Arthur s poke as he helped Lilly up. "I don't think they speak much English."

"My brothers, come. Let's go get something to eat. Uh-"

"I got this," Lilly said. She walked to the two frightened men. "¿Tienes hambre? Este monje quiere alimentarte. Vé con él." [Are you hungry? This monk wants to feed you. Go with him.]

"Sí, gracias señor. Gracias, dama," one man said. [Yes, thank you sir. Thank you lady.]

"De nada, señores." [You're welcome, gentlemen.]

The monk went to leave with the men but Arthur spoke up. "Hey, you forgot

this." He held out the bowl of money.

"Oh, yes," Dorkins said as he turned around and grabbed the bowl. "Thank you, I, uh...here. Payment. For your services. I could not have freed these men myself."

Arthur stared at the bowl then glanced at Lilly who shrugged. "Your call, mo chuisle."

Arthur declined the money. "Give it to the poor, Brother."

"...Thank you, I will. Like I said, magnificent. Come on, come come come," the monk said, directing the two men to come with him. "Come see me again some time. I often work at the old church on Gasper Street in St. Frances."

Lilly smiled at Arthur. "That was very nice, Arthur."

"Ah, I just," Arthur chuckled. "I don't know, I-"

Lilly kissed his cheek. "Líonann tú mé le bród. And you are magnificent." [You fill me with pride.]

Arthur actually blushed. "Thank you, mo stór. Now," he lifted her boots from the ground. "Should I get the horses so you don't have to walk around barefoot?"

"No, I can walk barefoot. Not like I haven't done that before."

"Or walked around naked."

34-year-old Arthur in his grizzly outlaw outfit was walking around a river area when he spotted Lilly balancing on a log over the river. She had on a white button down shirt and beige shorts that went to her knees. He laughed. "Whatcha doin'?"

Lilly looked up and smiled at him. "Practicin'."

"Practicin' what?"

"My moves." Lilly balanced on one leg, twisted, and kicked the air.

"Woa, be careful."

"I'm always careful."

Just then some deer came running out of the woods amd knocked into the log. Lilly lost her balance and fell into the river. "Oh shit!" Arthur laughed.

Lilly reappeared and yelled at the deer that was now running away. "Ya bastard twat of an animal! I'll skin yer hide if I ever see ya again, ya fuck!"

Arthur bowled over into hysterics. "Hahahaaaa! That's the funniest thing I've seen all day!"

"Oh, shaddup Arthur!" Lilly said angrily. She went trudging out of the water to the river bank and shook herself like a wet dog.

Arthur continued laughing until he noticed her clothes. He could see her nipples and breasts. "Uh...Lillian..." he gulped as he felt his pants tighten. "Your shirt."

Lilly looked down and laughed. "Ha! Me bobbles and knobs are showin'!"

Arthur got up, still staring at her. He couldn't help himself and he walked over to her. "That's um...do you want my jacket?"

"No." Lilly smiled at him suggestively and began to unbutton her shirt. "I'm gonna hafta hang these up tah dry."

Arthur inched closed, grabbing her hands. "You're gonna hang around here naked?"

"I might go swimmin'." Lilly smirked. "Would you like to join me for a skinny dippin'?"

Arthur smiled seductively and narrowed his eyes, unbuttoning Lilly's shirt slowly. "If I can do this..."

He slipped the shirt off Lilly's shoulders and pulled the shirt open just barely. He looked down and felt his erection get harder. "You make me..."

"Yes?" Lilly said breathlessly.

"You make me so..."

"Yes, Arthur?"

"You make me feel like a dirty old man," he said.

"Is that bad?"

"I...don't know."

Lilly removed his hands. "Well, I wouldn't want you to feel bad about it, Arthur," she said with a pout. "If you want to stop with our flirtin', I-"

Arthur pulled her close. "Don't you be jokin' about that, woman. I always look forward to your attention." He watched her blush and he neared his lips to hers. "Never say that again, Lilly."

"...Are you worried I might find a new favorite?" Lilly asked, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. "Because you know I'd never let them see me like this. Only you."

"Why?"

"Because you will always be my favorite, no matter what."

Arthur felt his knees almost go weak. He stared into her eyes. "Show me, Lilly."

Lilly slowly pulled her shirt down. "I would never let anyone else see me naked. Not up close or on purpose, at least."

Arthur stared down at her breasts pressed against him and he took a deep breath. "And that means?"

Lilly smirked, turned around, and walked to a tree to hang up her shirt. "It means I won't stop a man from lookin', but he tries anythin', I'll kill him. You, however..." Lilly turned back around, covering herself. "I would welcome you, just like I'm doin' now." Lilly walked up to him. "Do you want my permission? I'll even let you," Lilly grabbed his hand and pressed his palm in between her breasts. "Touch 'em."

Arthur took another deep breath as he looked down at her. "You are a beautiful woman, Lillian Rose. May I have your permission?"

Lilly giggled. "Work for it, first."

Arthur pressed his lips to her ear. "I can do a lot to work for it, Lillian. I could just rip the rest of these clothes off and fuck you into oblivion, if you'd have me."

He felt the Irish lass shudder against him. "And by fucking me into oblivion, you mean?"

"You'd never want another man for the rest of your life because I'd make you feel so hot and wet, you'd never feel that way with anyone else. I would guarantee it. I would fuck you so good you'd beg me to stop, but I wouldn't."

"...You have permission to touch me. Anywhere."

Arthur cupped a breast and squeezed, making the woman in his arm moan. "Talk to me, Lilly."

"I...touch me. Touch me more."

Arthur took his other hand and cupped the other breast. His thumbs teased to touch her nipples and Lilly whimpered. He wanted her so bad. "Give me permission to have all of you and I will most certainly make it more than worth your while."

"I...I...oh, Arthur," she moaned. "I...really can't be broken," she giggled. "You won't ever make me give in, no matter how much you make me feel...whatever it is you make me feel."

"You don't know how you feel?" he asked gruffly, placing a soft kiss on her neck before grazing her ear with his lips. "Why not?"

"I...ahem..." Lilly grabbed his hands and removed them from her breasts. "Not today, mo creiche." [my prey.]

"Someday?"

"...Let's go swimmin'," Lilly backed up with a grin. She turned, removed her shorts, and ran to the river. "Come on, slow poke!"

Arthur shook his head. Something told him she was scared of her feelings, but it was hard to believe Lilly was scared of anything. He began undressing as he walked to the river.