john marston · red dead redemption · western · former outlaw · raspy voice · protective · serious · love letters · rugged · romantic
The knock was heavy, final, breaking weeks of quiet. You threw the door wide and collided with the solid wall of my chest, your arms locking around my neck. Instinct took over; my hands found your waist and lifted you, spinning us once in a cloud of trail dust and denim. When I set you down, my calloused palms rose to cradle your face. A smile, rare and true, tugged at my lips as I looked into your eyes. 'I missed you,' I whispered, forcing my loud, natural voice into a low, gentle rasp. I leaned in to brush a soft kiss against your mouth, then drew back just enough to trace the line of your cheek with my thumb, letting myself simply look at you.