Hi again!!
Well I come again with a one shot, I was thinking about it for a long time, looking for a good plot and all this and... I failed 🤣 I wanted to write about Lewis Payne because I loved to see Norman with that look but... well we all know how it finished so I couldn't find a good plot to write and... I just have this...
I hope you enjoy it anyways!
Sorry for my english!!
My last wish Lewis Payne x Reader One shot.
Lewis Payne x SurratDaughterReader.
Warnings: Confessions. Smut. Mentions of death.
Words: 3200.
Summary: He always had an eye on you since the very first day he appeared at your mother hostel and now you're his last wish.
He always has an eye on you and that make you feel a little uncomfortable. You remember the first day he showed up at your mother's boarding house, he introduced himself under a false name claiming he was a preacher who was passing through and needed asylum before continuing his journey. Your mother believed him and as a man of God granted him a room without asking anything in return. However, he seemed to you to be a very formal man, very methodical for a simple preacher. He measured his steps as he walked, his bearing was straight and trained, it was evident that he had served the army at some point in his life, he always knew where all the exits of the house were, you were even sure that he knew how many people were in the room just by glancing around, how many of them could be a real threat. You didn't say anything to your mother because he didn't seem like a dangerous man, rather reserved and nervous, so you let him stay as the preacher.
Soon after your brother began to engage him in casual conversation, and not only him, a group of men would gather at your mother's boarding house, next to your brother, to talk about matters of state that you didn't really understand, nor did you want to hear, plus whenever you loitered nearby, your brother would close the door or ask you to go to another side of the house. But you always felt the gaze of his companion on the back of your neck.
That afternoon you are in the tavern of the boarding house taking care of the customers who go there to drink, to eat something or to bet their earnings at work at cards, many of them were complicated men who when they had one drink too many became violent and rowdy, but you had grown up in that place and you knew how to deal with them. You're wiping down the bar when hands rest on the end opposite the one you're on, you look up to find the blue eyes of the 'Preacher' locked on you. You stop your chores and put away the rag you were using to look at him again.
"Good morning, Father, it's been days since we've seen you here."
"Lewis." He corrects you. "Lewis Payne, and you don't need..."
"I know, but my mother thinks so, so I fit the part." His eyes study you intently, flicking from side to side, chewing his lower lip nervously. "Would you like something to drink?" You offer, changing the subject, and he nods.
"Please." He nods as you turn to grab the bottle of whiskey and a glass. "Are you going to... Are you going to be here all night?" he asks you and you mumble yes as you watch him drink from his glass.
"That's my job, to keep the men drunk and then send them home." You joke and he smiles against his glass setting it back down on the bar.
"I understand, if any of them bother you..."
"Don't worry, I can take care of myself." You assure him, besides you have a shotgun on the other side of the bar, but it's a detail that very few know or with drunkenness forget.
Lewis stays at the bar enjoying his glass of whiskey while you continue to work, clean the glasses, pour more glasses, you take care of dispatching the drunks who start to give problems, no doubt you have the situation well under control and without the need to lift your skirt. It is the middle of the night when the man begins to feel a little drunk, almost everyone has left and those who are missing are going up to their rooms there in the boarding house. You are about to take the glass from him, when he holds your hand and with tired eyes tries to look at you.
"Have one with me, it's on me." He asks you leaving the money on the bar. You smile accepting his proposition, but only take the money for his drink. You take another glass and sit down next to him pouring the amber liquid into both containers and you both drink slowly.
Lewis is a quiet and calm man, but you spend your evenings chatting after you finish dispatching the drunks and he has to go back to his own room, you don't talk about the meetings he has with your brother and the rest of the men who come to the inn, but he seems to want to get to know you better, to know your tastes and how you spend your days outside the bar. You know what he is doing, his gaze following you everywhere is not discreet, he tries to flirt with you, you have to admit he is an attractive man, his blue eyes always fixed on you get goosebumps, his smile crooked, but kind and when he looks at you out of the corner of his eye there is an aura of mystery around him. On top of that he is protective of you, some night when a drunk has been heavy, Lewis has interfered to help you and get them out of the street, taking some blows and having to treat his wounds afterwards. But these things have made your heart soften little by little.
That night you are anxious, you haven't seen him for days, they don't always meet at the boarding house and when he disappears you feel that something is missing, you really like Lewis, you have fallen stupidly in love with him.
When you see him appear through the door of the tavern, despite wanting to smile, you freeze, his gesture is serious and he seems nervous too, he walks slowly to the bar and greets you with a nod of his head that you Respond to before putting a drink on him and leaving the bottle next to him.
"No, I'll just have a drink, I can't stay long today." He explains and you look down.
"Okay... Are you busy?"
"Yes, I have... I have business to attend to, yes." He averts his gaze for a moment and downs his glass in one gulp. "I'm sorry, I'd like to say goodbye..."
"R-right..." You whisper again stepping out from behind the bar to say goodbye to him.
You feel his rough, calloused hands press against your cheeks before he leans in and presses a kiss against your lips. You open your eyes wide as you feel it, the warm touch of his lips pressing against yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks enjoying the few seconds the kiss lasts before he pulls away and without being able to say anything, Lewis walks away leaving you alone in the tavern.
Two days later you discover the reason for his farewell, the president has been assassinated and an attempt has been made on the life of the Secretary of State, Seward. Fear invades you because you are convinced that Payne has something to do with that conspiracy and not only that, your brother is also involved, all those meetings in the boarding house were about that conspiracy. You can't hate him, he never told you what he was really doing there and you never asked him either, but it hurts you that he was part of that whole plan, that your brother is part of it, it hurts you because you know your mother is going to suffer for it. What you didn't expect was that when Lewis shows up there on the third day, your mother is also taken away as an alleged accomplice of the whole plan, for hosting the traitors in the boarding house.
The days pass slowly and the nights are shrouded in weeping and wailing. Your sister and you are not having a good time, as you can every day you get up to open the boarding house, people keep coming to the inn, but the evil tongues insult you as traitors and conspirators making many people feel uncomfortable and decide to leave the place getting the profits every day to decline a little more.
You are cleaning the tavern after a complicated morning, some citizens have entered the boarding house knocking over the tables of the tavern, dirtying the floor with animal blood and flour leaving everything destroyed. The door opens again and you tense up to discover the lawyer who is trying to get your mother out of jail, so that she won't be condemned to death. You drop the mop and run to the man, terrified that something might have happened to your mother.
"What happened? is my mother okay?" You look at him worriedly.
"Your mother is fine, struggling, we're making sure she's cleared, but that's not why I'm here." He tries to calm you down and you look at him confused. "The sentencing of the men who made the attempt on Seward's life has come out, they have been found guilty and sentenced to death..." He confesses to you and you feel your stomach clench. "They've tried to deny it, all but one, Lewis Payne, has accepted his guilt, but... he's made one last wish."
"A-a last wish?" You look at him in confusion and he nods.
"Yes, he wants to see you...he says he wants to say goodbye to you." He says and looks sideways at you, you feel your cheeks burn at that. "Is there something I should know?"
"N-no... it's true that Payne was staying here, you knew that, but never... he was just another customer, had a few scotches and went to his room... n-nothing else."
"Do you know then why he wants to say goodbye to you?"
"I... I didn't know anything about his conspiracy but we would talk and he was nice to me. We were friends, nothing more..." And he kissed you, but it was information he doesn't need to know.
"Well, in that case I'll refuse his request, it's better if you don't..."
"No! I want to see him." You look at him pleadingly. "I want to say goodbye to him..." You whisper feeling your voice tremble knowing what that means.
Your mother's lawyer doesn't insist again, he agrees to let you go see Lewis. They don't take you to the cell where he is being held, in fact they are the ones who take him to your mother's boarding house, his wrists held by his shackles, he looks a little pale, thinner, he is clearly not being fed well in his cell and that makes you worry about your mother again. The men sit him roughly in one of the chairs and you stifle the urge to go over to him and hug him, they don't untie him, but leave you enough privacy in the room leaving the tavern. Alone at last, Lewis gets up from the chair to walk over to you, you want to hug and kiss him, remember the feel of his mouth on yours, but your hand shoots against his cheek, the slap echoing in the room, your eyes filling with tears. He is shocked for a second, but then looks away.
"I'm sorry... we never meant to involve your mother..."
"She is innocent." You say with your voice taken by sadness.
"I know, your lawyer is doing everything he can to get her released."
"And you? I heard that..." Your voice trembles and a tear runs down your cheek as you feel her hand caress your skin.
"I knew the fate that awaited me the moment I accepted my mission..." he confesses between whispers. "But I couldn't just leave, I needed to see you again... I needed to say goodbye to you."
"It's cruel, Lewis, I don't even..." you lower your head feeling like you don't know what to say, emotions over passing you by. You're in love with him and you're going to have to say goodbye without even having him.
You hear the clink of his shackles as his hands cup your cheeks before he leans in and kisses you, reminding you of that last night when he said goodbye to you. You sigh against his mouth as your hands tighten on his waist not wanting him to pull away again. The kiss becomes more and more intense and demanding, you feel his tongue make its way inside your mouth and you moan low at the new sensations that are coursing through your body.
"L-Lewis..." You whisper breaking away from his mouth. "I've never been with a man..." You confess to him looking sideways at him, feeling embarrassed and afraid that he might pull away. His fingers play with the strands of your hair, tucking them behind your ear.
"Don't worry, beautiful. I'm going to take care of you." He promises you before kissing you again, this time with more affection.
Although his wrists are cuffed, he holds one of your hands leading you to the rooms upstairs. You don't know how much freedom he has been given, nor the time to be with you, but he doesn't seem worried and you let yourself go. At that moment, in that very spot, you don't want to think about anything else but those blue eyes. Lewis takes off his hat leaving it at the side of the room, he can't undress completely, but he sits on one of the chairs without taking his eyes off you.
"Strip." He asks you in a soft, but authoritative tone. "Let me look at you."
You hesitate for a few moments, modesty and embarrassment suddenly invading you, his intense gaze on you makes you nervous, but with trembling fingers you begin to undo your dress little by little, it's several tedious layers of clothing, but finally you are completely naked before him, Lewis settles into the chair where he is sitting, his fingers kneading your chin, his pupils dilating with the image before his eyes, you can appreciate a bulge in his pants that has been growing as you went bare. A new feeling runs through you to your pussy, the inside of your thighs quivering and moistening.
He stands up walking slowly up to you, you close your eyes as his hands caress your skin feeling it increase in temperature with each caress he leaves on you. His lips are on yours again, his tongue asks for passage once more, but this time in a gentle way, wanting you to remember every second you are spending together. You listen as he undoes his boots and his mouth slides down to your neck leaving several kisses on it.
"Help me." He asks as he guides your hands down to his pants. Slowly you unbuckle his belt and pants pulling them down to mid thighs letting them fall on their own under their own weight. Lewis grunts low against your skin and grips your wrist placing your hand on his obvious erection. "Touch me." You don't quite know what to do so he sets the pace for you, slowly you slide your hand over his length with a gentle back and forth hearing him gasp causing you to look up at him, watching as his face transforms into a grimace of pleasure.
You are exalted and stop when his fingers touch your mons caressing your slit, sliding a finger between your folds, instinctively spreading your legs wider. His eyes are riveted on you again and there is a crooked smile painted on his mouth. You moan as his finger presses against your clitoris and a pleasurable cramp invades your whole body. You're confused, you don't know how to react to all the sensations that are rushing through you at that very moment.
"It's okay, honey, don't panic." You are soothed by Lewis, his lips again on your skin, his fingers still caressing you. "I'm going to make you feel really good, trust me."
With slow steps he guides you to the bed where he lays you down, finishes undoing his pants that were tangled around his ankles and stands over you, kneeling between your legs, he moves easily despite his chains. His hands caress and massage your breasts, his fingers press your nipples until they are completely hard and erect, you moan and sigh moving your hips against him. You don't know how to define it, but you feel that something is missing, you feel that you need more of him. His hands, his mouth play with your body, over your skin, devouring and marking every crease, but it's not enough. Your insides burn and clench against nothingness, almost even hurt.
"Lewis..." you call out to him again and he looks sideways at you, his tongue brushing against the skin of your stomach "I need you..." you confess and a dark beam crosses his gaze.
Wordlessly he holds your legs to place them over his hips, his ability to move is reduced so he guides his cock against your pussy, pressing slowly until he manages to break through the first barrier. It hurts. You feel it. It's uncomfortable and it stings, you feel your insides dilate as he pushes inside, but you don't stop it. A small whimper escapes your lips as he pushes harder and his body stays on top of yours. The clinking of the chains on his hands dances above your head. Your hands clamp down on his back and your nails dig into his skin. He doesn't move. He seems to need a moment too and it allows you to get used to his intrusion, you feel yourself throbbing around his cock, squeezing yourself trying to find more comfort under his body. You hear Lewis sigh and push inside each time your walls tighten around him. You moan against his ear his movement picking up a steady rhythm, slowly at first finding the right motion on top of you, when he hears you moan again with surprise, he knows you are enjoying it too. Smiling he increases the speed of his hips holding tightly to the sheets so as not to drop all his weight on you. Your movements and gasps envelop the room until pleasure overcomes you both, leaving you exhausted on the bed.
Lewis lies down next to you and you snuggle against his chest closing your eyes, his hands are resting on his own stomach, his wrists reddened by the friction of the shackles. Sadness comes over you then remembering that the man is there to say goodbye to you.
"Lewis..." You want to tell him how you feel about him, that despite being a traitor you have fallen in love with the personality he has shown you all these days ago when you spent your evenings talking and having the odd drink in the tavern.
But you don't have time to say goodbye. The officers burst into the room, seeming agitated in the belief that the man could possibly have fled. You cover yourself with the sheets as you watch him being forcibly removed from the room, he gives you one last intense look before he is beaten and dragged out of the boarding house. You cry, curled up in bed.
Your tears have not stopped since that day. He is going to die on the gallows, not only him, your mother will not be spared either, her lawyer has fought the unjust sentence tooth and nail, but finally they will not allow the woman to go unpunished. Your heart skips a beat when your gaze connects with Lewis', his chest heaves nervously, he doesn't want to die, but he doesn't regret his actions either, he shakes his head when his hat is removed but looks at you again. A tear runs down your face once more as his vision disappears behind a sack. You can't move from there until your mother is also prepared, you need to say goodbye to her too, but you are unable to look, you lower your head sobbing silently, the whip of the rope tightening echoes in your ears.
Your hands caress your belly as you walk away broken with grief.
THE END.
*Disappears*.