Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Micah Bell: Will You Dance With Me?

Micah X reader

Based on an interaction with Mary-Beth that I saw
This was meant to be a short one but I got carried away...

Word Count: 1319

You joined the gang a little while ago, you had been in the camp long enough to get to know everyone and become close friends with them all. Everyone had been kind and welcoming, well, almost everyone. There was one man who never made you feel very welcome. Micah Bell never really spoke to you unless he was telling you to get out of the way, he was told to pass a message on to you, or was forced to work a job with you. But he never spoke to you by choice, and from the thing you heard about him you were happy for him not to talk to you. But you had noticed that he would stare at you when he thought you weren't looking, it confused you at first but now you just assume that he was more glaring at you instead of staring.

The gang was throwing a party for Sean's return to the camp, you didn't know Sean well but you were happy to celebrate with them. But after a few hours you were getting tired and it was far too loud in the camp to be able to sleep. So you decided to venture outside the camp just a little. You found a somewhat comfortable place to sit under a tree. You couldn't see the camp from where you were sitting but you could still hear the music from Javier's guitar faintly.

You lent back against the tree and tilted your head backwards, looking up at the stars that you could see between the branches of the trees surrounding you. You heard the sound of footsteps approaching you but ignored it, figuring it was just a member of the gang going for a walk or maybe even one of them coming to find you. When the footsteps got closer you turned your head to look at them, surprised to see Micah walking towards you.

He had clearly had a few drinks, wasn't drunk but was a little bit unsteady on his feet. He stopped and stood a few feet in front of you, but didn't say anything. You just watched him for a moment, wondering what he wanted but not wanting to say anything.

After what felt like an eternity he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly. "O-o-on this beautiful night...will you dance with me, Miss Y/N?" Micah asked, holding his hand out for you. You just started at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly agape.

Micah Bell, the Micah Bell, just asked you to dance. Maybe he had more to drink than you thought. But you had seen him flirting with most of the women in the camp, getting rejected every time, you never thought he would look at you in that way though. However, you had never seen him stutter before, perhaps it was the alcohol.

You chuckled nervously and shook your head, not sure what to say. "No...I-I don't dance" you rejected him, but trying not to upset him too much.

"I'm not a monster, miss" Micah assured you, his hand that was held out to you began to shake a little bit but you weren't sure why.

"I never said you were, Micah" your face dropped, almost feeling some sympathy for him, glancing at his hand that he was still holding out towards you.

"Just one dance, miss" he spoke again, even less confidently this time. How dare he make you feel bad for him?

"Just one dance" you nodded, smiling slightly, before placing your hand in his.

Micah looked at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He had been sitting in the camp for hours now, watching you and trying to get the nerve to ask you to dance. So when you were alone he took the chance, definitely expecting you to reject him but at least no one else was around to witness him being humiliated. He had liked you for some time but had no idea how to approach the situation.

He closed his hand around yours and pulled you up to your feet, his other hand instantly landed on your waist as he pulled you towards him slightly. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, using it to help yourself regain your balance. You both began to sway, slightly awkwardly, to the faint sound of the music coming from the camp.

A sudden breeze blew past you both, making you shiver and subconsciously lean into Micah and the warmth coming from him. In a random hit of confidence, Micah placed his other hand on your waist and moved you towards him a little more as you placed your other hand on his other shoulder.

Before you knew it you were resting your head on his collar bone with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you had already been tired before Micah showed up and now his added warmth was enough to put you to sleep. You felt the tension leave his body as he relaxed.

You aren't going to lie to yourself, you had noticed Micah when you first joined the gang. He was attractive and kept to himself, then you realised that he kept to himself because he was an asshole. Maybe you were seeing a different side to Micah Bell, or maybe this was just another attempt to lore a woman to his bed.

You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, a small smile on your lips and you wondered whether you could actually get used to being this close to Micah.

"You're not fallin' asleep on me, are ya?" he asked teasingly, almost playfully, as one of his hands stroked up and down his waist.

"Oh, no. Sorry" you apologised, your face flushing a pale pink.

"Nah, don't apologise. I should apologise for boring you" Micah shook his head, and you couldn't tell whether he was joking or being serious.

"No. You're not boring me, I'm just tired" you assured him, lifting your head to look at his face.

Micah just nodded, both of you only just realising how close your faces were, this new realisation making your cheeks flush again. He wrapped his arms around you a little more, your bodies pressed together, allowing you to rest your head under his chin, while Micah rested his chin on top of your head.

You mindlessly began to play with the ends of his hair, while he mindlessly stokes his thumbs up and down your back and waist. You stayed like this for some time, until you heard the music come to an end and the quiet rustle of people moving around in the camp.

"Thank you, miss...for the dance" Micah nodded, clearing his throat like he did earlier as he pulled away but kept his hands on your waist.

"You're welcome, Micah. Perhaps next time you could ask me to dance when I am actually at the party" you smiled at him, suddenly feeling much positive about Micah. Maybe you had been wrong about him.

"Next time?" he asked, keeping his intense gaze on you.

"If you would like that" you nodded, beginning to think that you misread the situation.

"I would like that very much" he nodded back, smiling for the first time tonight. His smile made you smile, you don't think you've ever seen him smile before. "Goodnight Y/N" he nodded politely before lifting your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before turning and walking away.

"Good night Micah" you smiled to yourself, you didn't even know if he could even hear you.

Maybe Micah wasn't as cruel as people made him out to be or as he pretended to be. He didn't even try to make a move on you. He was even a little shy about asking you to dance. And you actually hoped that he would act like this around you a little more often.