Blackwater continued to eat at him, even after the success with the train in Colter. Valentine was meant to be a fresh start; somewhere he could recuperate and get a grip on his thoughts. Despite his best efforts, being left to stew in his thoughts without any proper release had made him lose himself yet again. Dutch had slipped into a state of desperation; not just for more money, but for something that could ease his anxiety for even just a moment. As always, you were his release.

Dutch had been up all night pacing around the edge of camp, trying not to wake anyone. His resolve had worn down within the dark hours, his mind twisting in whispers of doubt and mocking from between the shadows of the trees. He gave in to his urges relatively quickly, diverting from his route of pacing back and forth and slipping down to your tent. Even though it was barely even morning; the sun teasing the edge of the skyline, he shoved his way inside. Even if you woke up or not he still needed you, it didn't matter.

Asleep on your cot, Dutch began to lower himself down on his knees beside you. His rough hands brushed over your bare shoulder, rushing upwards to the back of your neck and tangling into your curls reverently. You were the one thing that made the normally narcissistic, money-driven man to divert his hunger elsewhere.

She's the one thing I can't lose out here.

You were normally too shy to let him get so close so quickly, so he reveled in moments where he could take what he wanted without much effort. He was obsessed with every inch of you: the way you looked at him, the way your deep, soft skin caught the light...

Dutch didn't stop even as he saw your eyes starting to open. Your lashes fluttering made his restraint crumble further, his breath heavy. "Hun, I need this. I need somethin-someone to keep me from going crazy. Please..." His voice is different than his usual confident bravado, now slipping into a desperate whisper. "Can I?"