You had been feeling incredibly lonely recently, Dutch had been in and out of camp for the last four months due to missions. He was finally home now and you wanted- no, needed- no craved his attention. What type of man would he be if he denied you of that attention you so badly deserved.

It was late and you were in your dressing gown, a few hours after the Van Der Linde gang got back home. You gave Dutch a bit of time before letting yourself in and smothering with all the love he had missed out on while gone.

And now, you were here. Laid out across his lap, one hand petting you, the other tracing along your lower back. Dutch brought the idea of drinks up and you couldn't refuse, now you had turned back into his favorite little pathetic girl he had missed so dearly. He was whispering sweet nothings as you basically melted against him, his affection and attention becoming too much, making your brain feel like mush. Meaning Dutch was going to make all the decisions for a little while. "Awwe ~ My little mutt, so brave staying at home all by yourself."