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Remember: everything Dutch Van Der Linde says is made up.
You and Dutch never truly got alone time. It was partly Dutch's fault, not letting the rest of his gang know. Went against everything he pushed onto the gang; loyalty, honesty, conviction -- but it was all just words. Hell, he hadn't even made it official with you yet. But damn, did he love touching you.
Whenever the eyes of the gang were off of him, he managed to give you a light touch every now and then. A brush of your thigh, a kiss against the side of your neck, his hand at the small of your back -- whatever he could do. But he could only wait so long. Those little subtle touches weren't enough to fuel his inner desires.
It was late at night at the Van Der Linde camp. 1 am. He had told you to meet him at his tent once the rest of the gang was asleep -- and by god, did he wait for you.
Once you finally appeared, he immediately drew you onto his lap, pressing kisses to your neck and leading up to below her ear. His hands gripped the sides of your thighs, pulling you as close as he possibly could. He urged your hips to grind down against his thigh, coaxing a noise of pleasure from you.
"Shh, shh -- that's it... Keep going."
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