Bad Name (McCree X Reader)

Chapter 4: Story Time

Jesse looks surprised as he throws his cigar out the window after seeing the large "no smoking" sign. "Wait. So ya mean to tell me that ya didn't live with your parents?"
The memories are coming back. You sit on the couch and sigh, taking off your shoes and beanie. "Me ma left me on the street when I was six. She wasn't the most law abiding citizen. A runaway hooker. She got kicked out of the brothel when she found out she was pregnant and stole some money from her boss. She didn't have anywhere to go, so she lived on the streets. She came to the conclusion that a six year old would slow her down from escaping the police. She left me in an alleyway with a pistol and a couple of bullets." You look down at your feet and hug your knees to your chest. Though you don't want to, you continue. "Ma loved me and took care of me. She just couldn't support me. She stole the food I ate. She stripped the clothes I wore off the bodies of those she killed. If one of us gets caught, the other does too. For her safety and mine, she left me alone. Ma cried when she left. She didn't want to leave me." You feel your eyes well up with tears. You can't remember the last time you cried. You could barely feel physical pain, but this... it's terrible. Your chest starts to hurt. Tears stream down your face and you look up at Jesse. His eyes look sad.
"I'm here if ya need me, {Y/N}," he says. He outstretches his arms and offers you a hug. Without hesitating, you latch onto Jesse's torso and sob into his serape. You've never felt so vulnerable. But you don't care at all. He takes off his hat and places it on the couch next to him. His arms wrap around you and he embraces you tightly. The contrast between his warm, fleshy arm and his cold, metal arm feels weird, yet oddly comforting. He pats you on the back and hushes you. You haven't been hugged in years. In between sobs, you mutter the first thing that comes to your mind.
"I don't want to let go..."
Jesse holds you tighter. "Ya don't have to," he calmly whispers.
You sob your heart out until you can barely stay awake. Jesse picks you up like you're his bride and he carries you to your bed. He lays you down and covers you with the blankets. He starts to turn around, but you stop him.
"Jesse... I don't want to be alone..." you mutter to him. His eyes widen, but he soon starts to smile. Jesse takes off his boots and moves them next to the bed. He removes his belt along with his weapons and places them on the bedside table. He climbs into bed with you and lays down on his side, facing you. You inch yourself closer to him until you're nuzzled into him. He chuckles. You bury your face in his serape. It looks like it would feel rough and scratchy, but it's surprisingly soft. And it smells good, too. Like alcohol, ashes, and... vanilla? It doesn't matter. This is the first time you've slept with someone. Even you and your mom slept far apart. You want this to last forever. Jesse plays with your hair, thinking you're asleep. You smile and close your eyes. You already love it here.