The Wolf and the Lamb

Looking Up

After a few weeks I was up and moving around, placed back on light duty again I was going crazy. John rode back in after being on a job with Arthur. I smiled and waved as I walked towards the two men. Arthur met me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "It was a rough job" he whispered as he continued through the camp. 

"Hey John" I spoke gently. I smiled as he turned to look at me, "how was the job." "It was alright" he scoffed. I crossed my arms, "John" I replied. He stopped and sat his saddle bag back onto Old Boy, "Come ride with me" he said offering me his hand. I took his hand and he helped me onto my horse, "John is everything okay?"

We rode in silence to a small forest. At the entrance John dismounted and moved to help me down as well. He then took my hand and led me through the woods. As we came to a small clearing he let go of my hand and sighed, "John what is this about?" I asked. He turned and looked at me, "Things went wrong today" he said. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, "They could have gone worse" he whispered. I leaned into his embrace and listened to his heart beat. "I don't know how it was different from the others, but it was." 

John moved his hands to the upper part of my arms and moved me away from him, he looked into my eyes, "A bullet almost hit me. I was almost shot in the head... It hit the tree right next to where I was standing and I thought for a moment that I wasn't going to be able to come back" His voice was deeper than it normally was as he spoke. My eyes widened at the thought of Arthur having to tell me that John had been killed. 

John pulled me into his arms again. He held me as close as he could and rested his head on the top of mine. "John" I whispered. "I-I don't want that" he spoke softly. "What?" I asked. He lifted my chin to meet his gaze, "I don't want that one day someone is going to have to tell you that I was killed" His expression serious. I caressed his cheek in my hand and gave him a soft smile, "I understand" I spoke softly, "Dutch has been talkin like we almost have enough money to leave, and just a little more and everything will be good. You won't have to worry about that anymore." 

John looked at me for a moment, soaking in my words. A smile crept onto his face. He tried to hug me even closer but the quickness of his movements made me lose my balance. As I fell he lost his balance as well. I laughed as I looked at him. He had fallen backwards pulling me with him. I adjusted to where I was straddling him and gently kissed him. "You're tellin me that soon this'll all be over? We'll be able to live without the law breathin down our necks?" He asked a twinge of excitement in his voice. I smiled and laughed as I nodded.

He pulled me down and kissed me again, this time more passionately. My hands stood at either side of his shoulders for support as he pulled me in closer. A small sigh escaped my lips as he slipped his hands under my shirt. I moved away and looked at him, he had a cocky smile plastered on his face. "You look mighty fine sittin up there Ms. Hallows" he flirted. 

I straightened my shirt, "You are an animal John Marston" I answered with a small laugh. John sat up holding me against him, "Am I now?" he teased. He kissed my lips before trailing kisses down my jaw, lightly nipping at my neck. Once again his hands found their way into my shirt as his lips returned to mine. My arms wrapped around his neck and he flipped us over so that I was laying on the ground.

Warning: Light NSFW

He began to unbutton my shirt as one of my hands intertwined in his hair. He supported himself with one hand as the other traced my now exposed torso. He moved away from me, and looked from my face to my stomach. The long scar from the Braithwaite's boy still remained. He gently kissed the mark before smiling at me. I gabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back down to me. I kissed him and he laughed in between. I began to unbutton his shirt as he pulled his vest off. 

Both of our tops now tossed into the grass beside us, our kisses became more feverish, passionate and needy. I moved against the arousal growing in his jeans and he released a soft moan.  His movements became more urgent as he pulled at my jeans trying to undo them. 

He sat up finally undoing my jeans before pulling them off, his not far behind. I pushed him over and switched positions to straddle him. His hands cupped my breasts and he trailed kisses down my neck. His hands found my hair and he held fistfuls as his erection pressed into my wetness. I moaned as he moved slowly, his thrusts slowly speeding up. Moans escaped my lips, I felt him smile against my collarbone as he planted kisses. 

I felt my climax nearing and my moaning grew louder, John's movements sped up and his lips clumsily found mine again. The feeling of pleasure raked through my body as I climaxed. With a soft groan John finished as well. 

We fell into the grass trying to catch our breaths, I gently moved my hands up his chest and to his face. I kissed each scar on his jaw before planting a lingering kiss on his lips. "They're going to wonder where we are" I hummed as I laid my head on his shoulder. "Let them" he breathed with a smile.