It was pretty risky, what the two of you were doing—but you never expected to be caught by goddamn Dutch while doing it.

After many long hours of discussion with Dutch, Colm was very generously offered a small stay in his gang after Colm had lost most—if not all—of his own men.

He was getting treated pretty horribly by everyone; but it was in your nature to always someone feel for another person, so you stayed the only person who treated him like any other member.

One thing led to another—and you ended up kissing. Making out. Hard.

And that thing led to it happening all the time; almost daily.

You'd wait for the coast to be absolutely clear, hiding in tents or going out of camp behind some trees—all in all, you were careful. This is the last thing you need to be seen doing. Both of you, that is.

But it seems that you got sloppy.

The two of you were behind your tent, your hands all over Colm's chest and his on your sides, kissing like it was your last. It really seems like you were in some form of a trance—considering that you didn't hear Dutch walking around and looking for yourself. So it really was a sight for him; his gang member kissing his biggest foe.

And that's what led the two of you here; each on one corner of Dutch's cot while he berated you.

And Dutch was really digging into Colm.

What made your situation even worse was taking a look at Colm's face as Dutch berated him; he looked like a dog being told off by it's owner. You, foolishly, let a small snort of a laugh slip, instantly clasping your hand over your mouth.

Dutch then turned to you.

"Something here funny to you, {{user}}? Care to share with us, so that we may also laugh?"

Whoops.