Prompt: “I think you should kiss me”
The man turned where he stood, grabbing himself a bottle of beer from the crate, and grinned at the sight of you. Your blue dress was stained with dirt and grass from a full day of chores, but you were still the finest lady he had ever laid eyes on.
You took another mouthful of whiskey from the bottle in your hand, now almost empty from the rounds it had made around camp, and staggered over to him. Arthur couldn’t help the look of amusement on his face. You looked like a baby animal learning to walk, tripping over your own feet.
“My lady,” he sighed, his eyes soft with adoration.
“Oooh, a lady huh?” you laughed, finally reaching him. “You’ll make me blush.”
Arthur held his arms out on instinct, knowing you would fall right into his chest. He gripped his beer in one hand and used the other to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer and holding you against him. Your chest was pressed up against his and you tilted your head back, grinning up at him.
He looked down at you with a similar expression, but you could barely see his eyes beneath his hat.
“Hello, handsome,” you cooed.
“Now I know you’re drunk,” Arthur laughed, his cheeks growing red.
“Shhh,” you frowned. “You are handsome, I won’t hear anythin’ different.”
“Well, I know better than to argue with you, woman.”
You reached up with your free hand, grabbing his hat and plopping it down on your head. Now that you could see him properly, you ran your hand over his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his chin. Arthur nestled into your touch without a second thought, relishing in your warmth. Then, your hand travelled up to run through his hair, smoothing it out and brushing it away from his face. It was growing a little longer than he usually allowed, but it had been too busy to make a stop anywhere for a barber just yet.
Arthur looked down at you with an adoring gaze, his lips quirking at your glossy eyes and droopy eyelids. Whenever you drank too much, you always became more affectionate than usual, and although Arthur was normally very shy in the camp, he indulged in it whenever it happened.
“Where you been all day, huh?” you asked, still staring up at him.
Arthur managed to pull his hand up and take a mouthful of his beer before settling his arm back around you.
“Chasing some leads for Dutch,” he sighed. “Went on a lot longer than I thought.”
“I missed you,” you admit, reaching up to press a kiss to his stubbly chin. “Feel like I haven’t seen you in days.”
“Mm, missed you too darlin’,” he returned, running his hand up your back soothingly.
It had been a rough couple of days for the gang, hence the night of celebration tonight. You had finally found a place to lay low for a while, taking the time to set up a proper camp and eat a proper meal for a change. It had been such a nice day setting the place up, all you had been missing was Arthur.
You pulled the whiskey back up to your lips, making a face as you swallowed down the burning liquid, frowning once you realised it was now empty.
“Let me take that,” he chuckled, stealing the glass bottle away and setting it down on one of the empty barrels.
With both hands now free, you reached up to cup his face and stare at him. If anyone else made such eye contact with Arthur, he would have either become very irritated or very self-conscious. But you were the exception. You were the only exception, for him.
“Y’know, I think…” you trailed off, a smile taking over your lips, following by a soft and innocent chuckled.
Arthur shook his head, holding you tight. He always loved seeing you like this. You were so carefree and happy, so relaxed and content. It made him think of you both as two dumb teenagers, too caught up in one another to think of anything else.
“Mm? What you thinkin’ about? Enlighten me, sweetheart.”
You grinned up at him, your hands now settling against his chest.
“I think you should kiss me, cowboy.”
You could feel his heart beating a little faster beneath your touch.
“Uh huh,” you giggled. “I think I deserve a kiss.”
Arthur lifted one hand, removing his hat from your head and tossing it onto the wooden stump by your side. You knew your hair was a mess now, but it didn’t matter. Not once his hands snaked their way around the back of your neck and slid up into your curls, pulling your lips to his.
For such a dangerous man who instilled fear into almost everyone he met, Arthur Morgan was the most gentle man you ever had the pleasure of knowing. His lips were soft against yours, but firm enough to let you know just how he truly felt. No one else had the privilege of knowing this side of him, and you were the only person he wanted for the rest of his life.
You smiled into it as he dragged it out, one hand on your waist bending you into his hips as he chased your mouth, dipping you backward. You hands were around his neck, hanging on.
“Oh, don’t make us see all that!” Bill complained as he walked by.
The others laughed, teasing Bill instead and letting you have your moment. The women cheered and giggled at the display, and you knew Arthur would be feeling slightly embarrassed, but it didn’t stop him one bit. In fact, the kiss deepened for another moment, and by the time you broke apart, you had no breath left in your lungs.
Arthur just grinned at you as your eyes slowly fluttered open as if you were just waking up again, completely dazed and disoriented. You stuttered out a few words that barely made sense.
“The kind of kiss you were lookin’ for?”
“Mm, more than,” you agreed, pecking at his lips once again. “You should do that more often.”
“Well, that’s no hardship for me darlin’,” he chuckled, picking up his hat and placing it back onto his head again. “I just might.”
