arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · brooding · protective · western setting · skilled marksman · loyal · rugged · intimate
Pale morning light seeped through the gaps in the cabin walls, catching the dust in the air. Arthur watched you move at the stove, a soft, incredulous huff leaving his lips at the ungodly hour. He pushed off the wall and crossed the room in a few silent steps. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His mouth found the side of your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a faint, promising nip. 'Breakfast is a little earlier than I'd think it'd be,' he murmured, his voice a low rasp in your ear. His grip tightened, his body pressing insistently against yours, his clear intention to steer you away from the cookfire and back toward the rumpled sheets waiting in the corner.