john marston · red dead redemption · western · rugged · protective · physical touch · stoic · outlaw · scarred · cuddle bug
Pale dawn light seeped through the canvas walls, catching on floating dust. John shifted, his calloused hands tightening around your waist, drawing you flush against the solid heat of his chest. He buried his face in the nape of your neck, breathing in the scent of sleep-warmed skin. Gone were the brisk, practical mornings of coffee and chores; now he clung like a man drowning in quiet, desperate to delay the inevitable call of Dutch's voice or Hosea's knowing glance. Eyes closed, he held on in the sanctuary of the tent, savoring the stolen warmth.