McSombra and 9 for the writing prompt, when you have the time. I love your work!

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Thank you for the kind comment and your request! At first I had a bit of trouble with this one but I finally figured out a quick something. Enjoy!

– (Prompt 9 – “A … horse wedding?” ) 

“A … horse wedding?”

“Yep.”

“Horses.”

“Mhmm.”

“At a wedding.”

“Yeah. But not just any weddin’, darlin’. Our weddin’.”

Sombra blinked at her lover, wondering if she’d spot the slightest hint of his true intentions behind that ridiculous statement. When she found nothing but sincerity in those brown eyes of his, she turned away, scoffing.

“Just think of it, sweetpea,” Jesse said, reaching over to take her hands in his. “It’d be a small ceremony, for sure. We come in riding on a beautiful chestnut mustang, make our vows, and then ride off into the sunset as a man and his wife.” He smiled, brushing his thumbs over her knuckles. “Now don’t that sound lovely?”

Lovely. Is that what he called it? Sombra smiled to herself, trying not to laugh out loud and upset the man. “You’re just looking for an excuse to not wear a tuxedo, verdad?”

“What? No, that ain’t it.” Though his small glance to the side did not go unnoticed by her. “It’s just somethin’ different.” 

She slipped her hands from his, turning back toward the sink to finish washing their dishes. “I’m surprised you’d want a wedding at all, vaquero,” Sombra admitted, rinsing off another plate before handing it to McCree.

“Darlin’,” the gunslinger began, surprise in his voice. “Why wouldn’t I want that with you?”

Sombra hummed, a smile still hinting at her lips. “Well, it’s just…we don’t really seem the type,” she admitted. He dried off the plate in his hands, still staring at her in confusion until she continued. “I mean, do you really see me getting married, vaquero? Vestido blanco…?” She turned to face him, holding up her soaked, sudsy left hand. “Wedding rings? Todo eso?”

Jesse made no move to respond and she wondered if she’d gone a bit too far, which was not uncommon for her to do. He stared at her, starting from her feet all the way up until they were seeing eye to eye. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze before he sighed.

“Darlin’, I can see all that more. And more.”

Her cheeks warmed up considerably. It was funny – so many years alone and not letting anyone charm their way out of her control, avoiding the nuisances of meaningful social relationships, the lies, manipulation, and facades had hardened her considerably. But just one ounce of romantic honesty from her pistolero, and she was melting. She both hated and loved that he had such a profound effect on her. Clearing her throat, she returned her attention to the sink.

“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled. “Solamente es un

sueño.” 

“Hmm.” McCree followed suit, putting his dry dish away. “I reckon you’re right, sweetheart. It’s just a dream for people like us.” He shrugged. “But it’s my favorite kind of dream.”

The rest of the dishes were done in silence. When McCree stashed the last of the plates away, Sombra grabbed two beers from the refrigerator, holding the bottles by the necks before clasping Jesse’s hand in hers, leading him outside toward the front of their tiny place. He held onto his hat as she dragged him to their creaky swinging bench, letting her sit him down and gratefully accepting the cold beer she placed in his hands. Draping an arm over the bench, Sombra took her place almost immediately at his side, loving the warmth he provided from the chill of the rapidly approaching evening. 

With a kick of his booted heel against the wooden planks of the porch, the bench began swinging gently, lulling them into a comfortable daze as they watched the last rays of the sun disappear beyond the horizon. Its final wash of orange light splayed over them as they stared out at the nothingness they’d willingly surrounded themselves with. 

“Tell me more, Jesse,” Sombra started quietly, eyes closing as his hand idly stroked through her hair. “Tell me more about our horse wedding.” 

She glanced up at her gunslinger, noting the far off look in his eyes. He turned toward her with a small smile and she for a brief moment, she felt truly angry that she would never be able to give him that horse wedding.

“Mmm, I’ve got a few more ideas I can share with ya.”

“Only a few?” Sombra asked. When he nodded, she nudged him. “Por qué?” 

“’cause I want the majority of our weddin’ ta be a surprise.”