Playing Dangerous ? ||RDR2 // Arthur Morgan X Reader||

'To be young and in love'

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The bars of bright morning light creeping through the tattered curtains caused you to stir, and the moment you did – it felt as if you had been beaten over the head with a brick last night. The thumping tenderness in your head indicated quite a hefty hangover from the night's drinking.

Grumbling to yourself, you turned over and pressed yourself tighter to the warm figure of Arthur beside you. At least that was one reason to put a smile on your face, as you rested your head on his chest and shut your eyes again to try and settle the cracking headache.

You had no idea what sort of time it was – and didn't really care You could quite happily of stayed in that bed all day, but there was a lingering feeling that you knew you had to get up; there was work to be done around the camp.

The bed creaked in protest as you sat up, clutching some of the thin sheets to your chest as you looked back over your shoulder at Arthur, admiring how perfect he looked. His messy hair and untroubled, peaceful expression made your lungs ache somewhat.

You just could not resist.

Quietly, you manoeuvred yourself into his lap, straddling his hips whilst you smirked down at him mischievously. The fact you were sat in such a position caused Arthur to stir, a tiredly smug look on his face.

"Good morning to you." His tone was cocky, and you didn't miss the way his eyes were all over you. "Didn't think you'd be wantin' to go again so soon after last night."

You cocked your head at him with a challenging look, even your eyes gleamed smugly.

"Clearly you underestimate me, Mr Morgan." You purred, leaning down to kiss him softly – enticed further by the way his voice sounded at this time of the day. Arthur allowed you your time, but he knew deep down too that the pair of you had responsibilities to attend to – and just because you now had your romance-novel worthy relationship wrapped up in a pretty little parcel – it did not mean you were exempt from continuing work as usual to keep the gang going.

"Look, there's nothin' I'd love more than to spend this mornin' making you moan," he started once he had retreated his lips from your own, seeing how disappointed you look, "But we got stuff to do. I don't fancy seein' you be on the recievin' end of Miss Grimshaw."

He was right, regrettably so. You rolled your eyes childishly and parted him with one final kiss before you got up to get yourself ready for the day.

You felt eyes watched your every move as you got yourself dressed that morning, smirking to yourself silently as you savoured the perfection you had in your life. You loved Arthur more than anything, and to feel so happy at last was almost overwhelming.

He had eventually got himself dressed too, forcing his eyes off you for more than 3 seconds. The heated behaviour between the pair of you just caused you to laugh – if someone had told you all those months ago that Arthur wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of you – you would not of believed them in a million years. It was rather strange, the way fate, the world and time all had their secret workings.

"There you are." You teased Arthur as you grabbed his hat for him and put it on his head, cupping his face then in a sarcastically mothering manner. "Handsome cowboy." Your playful tones scorned, squishing his cheeks as he pulled away from you, trying to remain with this gruff exterior but he was hindering a laugh.

"You're real crazy," his low tones taunted you, a smirk appearing on his face after the quip, "I ain't sure you should be allowed out there." He continued, and the smirk was only growing darker whilst you were aware his hand was creeping over your backside. "Perhaps I should just keep you in here, all to m'self." His large hand grabbed you then through the skirts of your dress, and you hit him something whilst the pair of you were laughing away to yourselves like a pair of children.