Micah Bell X Female Reader
Summary: The reader is a con-artist and needs to go to Valentine for a job and everyone is busy except for Micah so Dutch orders him to go with her. At the start he is very mean and cynical but after seeing her work, being so smart and calm, he falls for her. He invites her for a drink and, even if it was a bit of a mess for all the fights and drinks they had, she thanks him with a kiss.
F/N = Fake Name
F/L/N = Fake Last Name
Word Count: 2600
Micah definitely didn't want to go to town with you to basically be your bodyguard. Dutch had sent you on a job. You are a con-artist and a good one, Dutch had heard that some wealthy man was passing through town and had sent you to steal from him. He figured that the man, the target if you will, wouldn't pass up the opportunity to spend the night with a young woman such as yourself and you could use it to your advantage. Dutch had asked Micah to go with you in case things went south and you needed a gun on your side, and he only chose Micah because everyone else was busy.
There was an argument of course but Dutch finally convinced Micah to go with you, even after you told them that you would be fine on your own. Eventually Micah and you climbed up onto the wagon and began to ride into town, Valentine.
"You're dressed real fancy" Micah pointed out, glancing over at you and briefly examining your outfit. He had noticed that you usually dressed much fancier when you went on a job that you usually dressed around camp.
"Better for the job. People trust you more if you look like you have some money" you shrugged, explaining why you dressed this way. It was pretty simple really, it lulled people into a false sense of security.
"What do ya even do?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road and the horses this time.
"I'm a con-artist" you told him, turning your head to face him.
"You flirt with men for money, so...you're a whore?" he asked, scoffing slightly.
"I'm not a prostitute. I don't sleep with men for money. Not that I need to explain myself to you, but it's not always flirtin' either. It's just...acting and it works on women too" you explained, chuckling slightly. You weren't offended by the accusation but you did want to explain that your job was a little more than that, and a very different thing.
"Acting...sure" Micah nodded, still not really believing you but you planned to prove him wrong once you got to work.
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Once you got into town you left the wagon and walked further into town. There were two saloons in Valentine, the larger one near the centre of town and a smaller one more on the outskirts of town. Dutch told you that this man would be in the more popular saloon so that's were you went.
You and Micah walked into the saloon and wandered towards the back, staying mostly out of sight. It wasn't hard to tell who you were looking for.
There was a man at the bar, very well dressed in expensive clothes. His dark hair was slicked back and his face was clean shaved. He sat with a glass of whiskey and was sipping at it, you noticed that their was a wedding ring on his finger and hoped that it wouldn't make this more difficult. He looked so out of place here.
"Alright, there he is. Make it quick" Micah huffed as he nodded towards the man sitting at the bar.
"Don't worry about me, just watch and learn" you smiled at him, brushing off your skirt and straightening your blouse. "Got a secret weapon" you winked at the outlaw as you tapped your blouse pocket. Micah just furrowed his brow at you before you walked away from him.
Micah sighed, taking a seat at a table and leaning back in his chair, just watching you. He had never really watched a con-artist work before, never cared enough too, but he had occasionally caught one trying to con him, he never fell for it though.
You walked up to the bar and took a seat next to the man, making no sigh to show that you noticed him glance over your body. You ordered a drink in a sweet tone and with a polite smile. Knowing that he was going to buy it.
The bartender placed your drink in front of you and you reached for your purse. "Miss, allow me" the man smiled charmingly as he paid for your drink. A true gentlemen...well, you will he about that.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you, Mr..." you smiled, pausing to give him the chance to tell you his name.
"Gavin Chapman" he introduced himself with a smile, holding his hand out for you to shake. You didn't know if that was his real name but you didn't care.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr Chapman" the smile remained on your face as you shook his hand. Micah watched from the back of the room, ready to intervene if he needed too.
"May I have your name?" Mr Chapman asked, and you didn't miss the way his gaze ran over your body again but you pretended not to notice.
" F/N F/L/N" you introduced your self with a smile and a fake name, batting your eyelashes at him. Men like this were always suckers for the pretty, innocent, woman act.
"A young woman, such as yourself, shouldn't be drinking alone. You shouldn't be in a place like this alone" he shook his head, faking some sort of concern for you being on your own.
"I'm tougher than I look, Mr Chapman. Plus, sometimes when you drink alone you meet interesting people" you shrugged, looking at him over the brim of your glass.
"I'm sure you do. Now, how about another drink?" Gavin asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded with a polite yet flirtatious smile, before he ordered two more drinks.
You and Gavin Chapman spoke for a while, you kept the flirting subtle at first so that he didn't catch on to the con but once he had a few more drinks in him and he had gotten comfortable with you, you started flirting a little more.
You smiled, almost dreamily at him, your fingers brushing against his hand as he spoke. Micah watched from the back of the room curiously. This wasn't what he expected. Whether it was stupid or not, Micah genuinely thought that you were nothing more than a prostitute. He thought that you were going to rent a room with the man, sleep with him, and steal his cash while he was asleep. Yet, here he was proven wrong.
Micah had realised that you had boundaries. Whenever Gavin would place a hand on your waist you would push his hand away with a girly giggle, making him think that you were still interested in him without letting him touch you in anyways that you don't like. Micah had a new respect for you, using a man's weakness against him. And, as you said, you had conned women before as well so obviously you didn't rely on being an attractive woman. You were clever and you knew what you were doing.
Micah couldn't contain the smirk on his face as he watched you lean over to the man and whisper in his ear, slipping something into his glass when he wasn't looking before tucking the empty vile back into your blouse pocket as you pulled away from him. Gavin nodded with a smirked before quickly emptying his glass and standing up. You smiled sweetly again as you stood up and followed him out of the saloon, the man already stumbling.
You were both followed out of the saloon by Micah, him making sure to stay a distance behind so that Gavin didn't get suspicious. You and Gavin disappeared into the alley by the saloon, you faked another giggle as he stumbled after you, having to lean against the wall to stay standing.
For the first time you let him place a hand on your waist as he lent against the wall behind him, while Micah watched just from around the corner. Making sure that you didn't get into any trouble that you couldn't get yourself out of. Micah watched as Gavin slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, you smiled but this time it was a genuine smile. You crouched down and searched the man's pocket, taking anything valuable before turning to Micah and hurrying over with a smile.
"How the fuck did he pass out so quick?" Micah asked, an almost impressed smile on his face.
"Sleeping tonic, put a little in his drink when he was distracted" you explained, and Micah wouldn't admit that he was actually a little impressed.
"It's a little early to get back to camp, how about a drink? As long as you don't slip anything into my drink" he asked, actually hoping that you would agree to get a drink with him. Out of all the women in camp, he always liked you a little more and he was rather interested in you after seeing you work.
"Sure, but I can't promise that" you winked, chuckling to yourself as you agreed to get a drink with him. You had always been interested about Micah, how he behaves is just so strange and annoying compared to the rest of the camp. Sometimes you just wondered why he was like that.
Micah tensed a little when he felt you loop your arm through his but let you do it, walking with you towards the other saloon. You didn't want Gavin Chapman waking up and finding you, causing more trouble than you need.
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You and Micah sat at the bar, drinking together and talking. You were surprised by his interest in your work. Maybe he was just beginning to understand it, or maybe he was just beginning to respect it.
"So, other than flirting, what else do you do?" Micah asked, sipping from his beer bottle and looking at you. You had to admit that it was nice to speak to Micah without him making a snarky comment or just dismissing anything that you had to say like he usually did in camp.
"Well it depends where I am or who the target is. I sometimes play poker, cheating of course, sometimes it's just asking for directions and a little bit of pick-pocketing. Tried my hand at fortune telling once or twice" you explained, taking a drink from your own bottle.
"Fortune telling?" he asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, y'know...like telling people their future, reading palms, and sometimes...in the rare cases even speaking to ghosts if that's what they want. People are willing to pay a fair amount for somethin' like that. There are people out there who really believe in this stuff or people who are desperate enough to want to believe." you nodded, telling him about the rarer yet more interesting parts of your job.
"I had no idea...you don't believe in that stuff do ya?" Micah asked, he never would've guessed that you believed in anything like that.
"No...but it is all rather interesting" you admitted with a small shrug.
"You've got to let me watch ya doin' that" he chuckled slightly, shaking his head as he turned his attention to the drink in his hand.
"'Course! Next time, I'll let you know" you smiled, amazed that Micah Bell was interested in your work at all. It felt kind of nice.
You both drank and talked a little longer, this time not about your work. You talked about the gang and everything else, due to the drinks you began to lose the direction the conversation was going in. You were laughing and Micah found that he much preferred your genuine laugh over your fake flirty giggle. You were listening to some story Micah was telling about one of his latest jobs but you were suddenly pulled up from your chair and pushed up against the bar.
Your eyes widened when you saw Gavin, the man your just robbed. Before Gavin could even say something to you, he was pulled away from you. Micah was quick to his feet, pulling the wealthy man away from you and throwing him to the ground. That act of violence caused a domino effect, several other fights breaking out in the saloon. You cursed, trying to compose yourself again as you watched Micah beating on Gavin. Obviously the other man couldn't put up a fight against the outlaw.
"Micah, come on, let's go before it gets worse" you rambled as your grabbed his shoulder. Micah huffed as he climbed back to his feet, leaving the man on the floor. Micah nodded, grabbing your arm before pulling you out of the bar, making sure to keep you away from the other fights.
"I guess it's a good thing I brought my gun along" you chuckled, wrapping your arm around his once you were out of the saloon. Even you weren't sure whether you did it to keep yourself steady on your feet or just because you wanted too.
"That what you're calling me now?" Micah asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at you, not seeming very bothered by you holding on to his arm. To be honest, he was just shocked that you wanted to hold his arm, most people he knew would rather just fall in the mud.
"Hm...yeah, I like it" you hummed with a small nod, laughing softly to yourself as you both walked towards the wagon you arrived on.
"You're a strange woman, Y/N" he chuckled to himself and shook his head.
"Not as strange as you. Gotta say, it's been nice to see you smile" you admitted, your tone softer and a little more serious now.
"What are ya talking about?" he asked with a small huff.
"You never smile, you always look so angry. You're smilin', or at least...you were. It's nice" you shrugged, smiling softly up at him.
"Real strange woman" Micah hummed to himself, not looking down at you. Something inside him just told him not to look at you right now.
"Thanks for lookin' out for me. Real sweet of ya" you teased him, nudging him slightly. "Hey, Micah?" you asked, a little quietly. Micah hummed and looked down at you this time, his eyes widening when you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was so soft and gentle that he wasn't completely sure your lips were even against his or if he was imagining it.
You pulled back and smiled before completely pulling away from him. "Well, come on. Gotta take me back to camp" you smiled as you wandered over to the wagon, walking ahead of him.
Micah just watched you, confused and surprised. He marked the kiss down to the amount of alcohol you had drank that night, nothing more. That's it, nothing to think about. Nothing at all. Meaningless.
You and Micah climbed onto the wagon, heading home. Micah tensed a little when he felt your head lean against his shoulder but allowed it, he actually quite enjoyed it. No, he didn't. It meant nothing. Meaningless.
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