Sign of the Times (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Chapter Twenty One

**AUTHOR's NOTE** This chapter contains adult themes, and sexual scenarios. I purposely made this chapter a single scene for the simple convenience of being able to skip over it if you wish. However, if you're simply here for some smut, I hope I've made it worth your while! <3

"Ah... the dresser..." I mumbled, turning my head towards the door frame bashfully.

"Just this." He said, holding up a white collared shirt. He took a few steps towards me, and I could feel myself shrinking into the wall as he held it out for me to take.

"What about you...?" I asked, looking back and forth at him and the shirt.

"I'll be alright. You got the worst of that rain." He said, and I smiled before taking the shirt from him, and stepping out into the bedroom.

"I'll just grab myself a towel." He said, stepping past me into the bathroom. I quickly slid my arms into the sleeves and pulled the shirt around me. It looked as though whoever this shirt belonged to was twice the size Arthur was. I buttoned the shirt up and dropped the towel to the floor.

A low chuckle came from behind me, and I turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What're you laughin' about...?" I asked, and he shook his head, the same grin on his face.

"You look like a kid in that shirt." He commented. I held my arms out, looking down at the fabric that swallowed my arms, and hung well past my hands.

"Huh, I guess you're right." I laughed.

"Here." He said, suddenly standing right in front of me. He took ahold of one of the sleeves and began nimbly rolling it up my arm until it was right at the crease of my elbow. He quickly did the same to the other and gave me a quick onceover.

"You buttoned the shirt up wrong." He pointed out. I glanced down to realize he was right. I was at least two buttons off, and started to reach for them to fix it, but Arthur beat me to it. He unbuttoned the first two bottom buttons before he froze, and his eyes met mine as though to ask if he should continue.

When I didn't respond, he continued to straighten the buttons until he made it to the collar. His fingers worked slowly, now four buttons from my collar bone, and I felt my breath hitch as the skin of his hand made contact with chest. He stopped his movements, as his eyes met mine for a brief moment, and it was as though he were asking for permission for something.

"Arthur-" I started, but his name barely had time to leave my mouth as his lips latched onto my neck. I gasped at the new sensation, and slid my eyes shut, allowing myself to be enveloped in the high. His left hand gripped my upper arm gently, and I barely noticed that he was moving us backwards, until my back pressed into the wall. He worked his way up from my neck to my jaw, leaving soft kisses that seemed so out of character for him, but at the same time, I loved it.

His hands found my face, as he brought my lips to his in a quick, passionate kiss.

"The other night, when ya had too many... ya said you 'wanted' me." He said, and I felt my face grow hot beneath the palms of his hands as he gently caressed my cheek. His eyes searched mine as his breathing became ragged, and I could tell he was trying his hardest to hold himself back.

"As you know... I'm an outlaw... and..." His eyes seemed to darken as he said that next sentence.

"You don't know how hard it was for me not to take what I wanted..." He said after a moment. There was an extended silence between the two of us as my eyes went wide, and my face burned even hotter.

"Why didn't you?" The words left my mouth before I even had a chance to rethink them.

"No, (F/N). I care about ya too much to have done that to ya..." He said, dropping one hand, but keeping the other on my cheek. I smile spread across my face as I placed my hand on his, relishing his touch.