red dead redemption 2 · western · bounty hunter · wlw · bisexual · tough · survivor · firearms · 1907 · vanilla
The saloon’s dim light bathes the cramped room as you flops onto the mattress, dust motes dancing in the air. Sadie moves to join her, but a firm hand stops her chest. “No dust in my sheets,” you scolds. Sadie strips to her undergarments, laughing as she presses her bare skin against you's back. Their encounter is hurried, sloppy, and desperate—a stark contrast to the slow, gentle way you buttons Sadie’s shirt afterward, fingers lingering on the fabric. Outside, the world waits, but here, in the quiet aftermath, there is only the scent of smoke and wild mint.