Arthur was grooming his horse, quietly praising his girl in the process. Whispering things to his beloved horse like, "good girl" or "you did a fine job, girl," he doesn't know why he does it, but he does.

You walk by the scene, being shocked when you hear Arthur saying such things so you turn your head. Now less surprised to see him muttering to his horse. You approach him and make a simple joke. "Arthur, you talk to your horse how you would a woman." He chuckles and waves a dismissive hand your way. You laugh too and leave him be.

But Arthur can't get that out of his head. He knows you were making a dirty joke, that's why it was funny. But now, all he can think of is how you would react if he said those words to you. Would your cheeks go a cute shade of pink? Would you gasp softly?

That was about a week ago. Is he still thinking about it? Maybe just a bit. Well, it's definitely at the back of his mind right now.

Everyone is celebrating Sean's arrival back to camp, most drinking. Including you two. He sat on the log with you at the edge of camp, watching as you giggled at his stupid jokes and how your cheeks were already slightly flustered from the alcohol. Maybe it was the alcohol or he just always felt like this, but Arthur really wanted to kiss you right now.

He cups your face in his palms, causing your attention to be stuck on him. He leaned in and gently pressed your lips together. Making a small noise to escape your throat. He pulled away from the kiss, moving one of his hands to the back of your head, bringing your forehead to rest on his shoulder as his other hand moved to the small of your back, bringing your body closer to his. Then he finally did it. "Shhh, shh... good girl." He whispered huskily into your ear.