Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

✽.✫☽ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸 ☾✫.✽

(Unedited)
Word count: 1391
{Listen while you read?~I recommend Sunrise Tells The Story by Midland}
⚠️Slight smut warning ⚠️
Again beginning and end of it will be marked
☽✫.✽✦✽.»»——⍟——««.✽✦✽.✫☾

As the morning sun of Mexico ascended, its radiant beams flooded the once dim room, dispelling the shadows that had lingered. The fire, once ablaze with warmth and crackling energy, had now faded into a mere memory, leaving behind only faint traces of its former glow. The water in the tub, once invitingly warm, had succumbed to the passage of time, turning cold and indifferent.

🛑smut ahead🛑

Yet, despite the stillness that enveloped the room, it was far from silent. It hummed with a delicate symphony of passion, a harmonious blend of desire and pleasure. Though not as boisterous as the spirited melodies of Dixie songs, the room resonated with a quiet intensity.

The blankets, loosely draped around her hips, barely clung to Dixie's form, as if unable to contain the fervor that coursed through her. John, holding her waist with tender strength, guided her in a dance of ecstasy, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Their breaths intertwined, merging into a single rhythm, as their moans and grunts melded into a captivating duet, a testament to their shared pleasure and connection.

Dixie's hands reached out for John, grasping his shoulders and pulling him closer, as she arched her back and rode him like an expert stallion. Her body quaked, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her, each one more powerful than the last. She collapsed on top of John, exhausted and sated.John, too, was spent. He lay there, unmoving, as he held onto Dixie, savoring the moment. His eyes closed, but his mind was not idle.

🛑smut over🛑

With a soft whimper, Dixie gently disengaged from their intimate embrace, and John pulled her closer, rolling onto his side. They remained entwined, finding comfort and solace in each other's arms. As they lay there, the room filled with a peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of their steady breaths. Dixie traced her fingers lightly along John's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his heartbeat beneath her touch. It was in moments like these that they found respite from the chaos of the outside world.

John's eyes met Dixie's, filled with a mixture of tenderness and longing. He brushed a strand of her white hair away from her face where it appeared grey with the rest of her black hair, his touch gentle and loving. Dixie leaned into his hand, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, they shared unspoken words, understanding each other's thoughts without needing to say a single thing. Their connection ran deep, a bond forged through shared experiences and unwavering support.

With a contented sigh, Dixie nestled her head against John's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. In this embrace, they found solace, a sanctuary where their souls could rest and rejuvenate.

And so, they remained intertwined until the sun reached its zenith, signaling the start of their movement once again. John took the lead, delicately untangling himself from her before making his way towards a basin filled with water. He poured some water from a nearby pitcher into it, using it to refresh himself by washing his hands and face, rousing his senses. Dixie, too, emerged from the comfort of the bed and slipped into a pair of jeans, followed by her socks. John mirrored her actions, dressing his lower half, much to Dixie's disappointment. He then put on his boots and secured his weapons belt around his waist, placing his guns and hunting knife in their designated spots. Gathering his belongings from his bag, he returned to the wash basin where Dixie was finishing up cleaning her face and brushing her hair.

After placing his shaving supplies on a nearby table, John positioned himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. To his delight, she had yet to put on a shirt, allowing her bare back to press against his chest. He planted a tender kiss on her shoulder, holding her close. She let out a contented sigh, reveling in the embrace. Both not wanting to exit the safe room and leave behind their oasis.

John planted a soft kiss on her neck before releasing his embrace, allowing her to step away and approach the shirt she had laid out. As she buttoned it up, leaving a few at the top undone and tucking the bottom into her pants, she tightened her belt. Soon, her weapons belt followed suit, laden with her arsenal. She glanced back at John, who had lathered his shaving soap onto his overgrown stubble. A mischievous smirk played on her lips as he carefully maneuvered the razor, but when he reached his mustache, her fingers plucked the tool from his hand.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her inquisitively. She only smirked in response, using delicate hands to guide the razor and clean up the spots he had missed, never once nicking him. Stepping back, she beamed as she wiped the razor clean with the rag he had been using. John looked into the mirror and burst into laughter. She had left the hair above his lip, creating a mustache that stood out against the remaining stubble.

"Really?" he asked, smirking at the woman who simply grinned and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly, placing the cleaned razor next to his other supplies.

"I like it," she told him, fluttering her eyelashes. In that moment, John knew the mustache would remain solely for her. After he cleaned away the shaving cream and applied some aftershave, his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into him. Her hands rested on his bare chest as she gazed at his face, growing fonder of the mustache with each passing moment.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss, only to pull away when she erupted into a fit of giggles. Confusion etched across his face, he was met with a wide grin and cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

"It tickles my nose," she whispered, causing a burst of laughter to escape from the man embracing her. However, his mind soon wandered into more provocative territory, causing him to cease his laughter and lean in closer to her ear.

"I wonder where else it would tickle," he huskily whispered, sensing a slight tenseness in her body and feeling her shift her weight as she discreetly squeezed her thighs together.

She blushed at his suggestive words, feeling a slight tension in the air. His husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine, and she could sense his growing desire. Her mind raced with anticipation, but she hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The room suddenly felt charged with an electric energy, and she could feel her own pulse quicken.

Gently, he brushed his lips against her earlobe, his warm breath sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't deny the enticing allure of his words, the way they ignited a fire within her. Her thighs involuntarily pressed together, aching for the touch he hinted at.

But in that moment, she mustered the strength to resist the temptation. She pulled away slightly, meeting his gaze with a mix of desire and caution. "Not now," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and restraint. "We have things to attend to."

He nodded, understanding the need for restraint, though the desire still burned in his eyes. They both knew that their time together would come, but for now, they had responsibilities to fulfill. With a shared understanding, they reluctantly let go of their desires, focusing on the tasks that lay ahead.

But the tension between them remained, a promise of what was to come, lingering in the air like a sweet, forbidden temptation. Once John had donned his shirt and vest and she had slipped into her trusty, weathered boots, they made their way to the stables as their first stop, securing their horses before heading back to the saloon to see Ricketts.