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When you sank into a slight depression of being stuck in the mundane tasks of the winter farm, Harvey was quick to call you offering to make you feel much, much better. Normally his love and affection would be just what you’d need to lift your spirits, yet lately the funk that clouded your mind seemed relentless even against the warmth of his embrace. So when he called and invited you over for dinner and a movie, you accepted his offer but you weren’t sure how much it would help pull you out of the dark stupor you had found yourself in.

As Harvey opened his door to let you in, the soft light of a candle’s flame bathed you in a romantic glow. You could feel his affection radiate off of him, but the shadow of sadness remained saturated in your bones. The meal he had prepared had been incredible; it wasn’t perfect but you enjoyed it nonetheless. If you were being honest you don’t even remember what movie the two of you had been watching. You spent the entire length of the film curled up under the weight of his arm, simply basking in the warmth of his body; the essence of security that emanated from his touch.

So when his palm brushed your jaw, directing your attention back towards his face. You could see the question without the sound of his words. You remained warm and content but that was from him. What you needed to find was a way to feel that on your own again. Something to jump start that natural dopamine. You knew he could see it behind your eyes. His emerald eyes searching for an answer yet finding nothing but questions. But he wasn’t ready to give up so easily.

With a tender kiss he informed you he had a few ideas left to try if you’d be up for it. Something to add a little spice and intrigue into your shared relationship. You followed him in toe with a quizzical stare, watching as he pulled a bag out from under his bed. You inched closer, attempting to peer over top of his shoulder, yet he thorted your attempts. His words struck you with curiosity, ‘did you trust him?’ Of course you trust him, how could you not? So with a sly smirk hidden beneath the auburn mustache, he wrapped you in his arms and lowered you upon his bed. ‘Say mercy, if it's too much, okay?’

Nodding your head you let your body relax upon his comforter as he peeled your clothing from your body. With every nip and kiss from his lower lip and every brush and tickle from the upper, you let your mind go blank as the two worked in tandem, dancing upon your flesh. He worked his way down your torso, down towards the apex of your thighs, his hands roaming close behind his eager lips. The moment his warm tongue parted your sensitive lips, It was as if your body had awoken for the first time in years. You're not sure why none of this was new to either of you. Perhaps it was the sheer anticipation of something new, something foreign that fueled the fire from within.

You let your body relax against the gentle roll of his tongue, his name falling from the tip of your tongue. All you could hear was the heavy sound of your breathing and the whoosh of your blood in your ear as your heart drummed within your chest, you never heard the soft buzzing that neared your now sensitive clit. But you felt it, the cold metal of the object held tight in his grasp as he traced your now slickened labias. The whimpers that fell from within surprised even yourself… and it was something you utterly enjoyed. The new sensations were now something your body craved, something it needed. You rocked your hip chasing the vibrations, silently begging for him to let it rest upon your now aching clit. You were desperate.

You were so close before he pulled the small vibrator away from your body, your whines filled the room in protest. His chuckles proved to you he was enjoying the state he was leaving you in. He smiled up at you asking if you were ready for more, yet you were unable to reply with words; simply nodding with an eager moan. You expected for the familiar metal to return, yet what kissed your delicate lips was much, much softer. It almost felt like him, the familiarity of its shape confused you. That was until it slipped inside and he turned whatever it was on. It vibrated inside your core, pressing against the spongy flesh of your g-spot, leaving your body utterly trembling under his control. He asked again if you wanted ‘more’. A quick nod of your head was all it took for him to spin the new vibrator around bringing that familiar vibration back upon your clit. You could hold back a thing, not a sound, not a tremble, not your impending orgasm. 

Oh god, your orgasm, that was something you hadn’t been able to reach in months thanks to the seasonal depression that had taken hold. At that moment you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to help it. You wanted to push your body up and over every mountain peak it dared to climb. Writhing below this man who loved you so much and wanted you to feel as good as possible. He wanted to take you there, over and over and over again… and you were more than happy to allow him to do that. You weren’t sure you’d ever say mercy.

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You stared up into his darkened emerald eyes, the steady drip, drip, drip of the heavy spring rain echoed through the valley. Your chest heaved as he spoke; a desperation in his voice as if rushing to stop you.

All you wanted to do was run far away. You didn't belong there. You were a fool to ever think you could handle running that old farm on your own. You were more suited for an office job rather than the back breaking labor you had attempted over the past year, with nothing but wet dirt to show for it. 

The warmth in his palms upon your shoulder left you frozen in place. His body trembled as he begged you not to leave. Not to leave the valley. Not to leave Jas–who you had grown so close to over the past few months. Not to leave him. 

It was as if once his lips started moving they couldn't hold back. Not how much you meant to him, or how you make him a better person—how you really see him. He stood there, pouring his heart out to you in the torrential downpour, and all you could do was stare back at him. Dumbfounded.

Time slowed down, the heavy rain turning to static as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. You were speechless. So you answered in the only way you could.

There was a bite to the air, the spring rain chilling your flesh. Yet the moment you pulled his lips to yours, his icy kiss burned against your own. His fingers slid up your neck slick with rain, tangling his fingers in your saturated locks sending a shockwave to your core.

You needed him. More than you ever thought possible. Hands grasping tight into his heavy fabric, pulled him as close as you could, desperate and needy. Pulling away, your brain finally located words, ‘I never knew’.

Clouded by your own misery that surrounded you, it left you blinded to how much you actually meant to the residents in town. You hadn't noticed the connections you had forged, how deep your friendship with Shane had fallen. 

‘Let me show you,’ he whispered, lips tracing your moist flesh before nipping at the outline of your ear.

Who were you to tell him no; a simple woman, touch starved and needy. All you could do in response was release a whiny moan upon your breath, sinking further into his grasp, body melting into his sturdy frame.

Before you knew it, the two of you were running back towards the cabin; bags left abandoned at the bust stop. The stark contrast of the warm dry cabin thawed your frame as the two of you stumbled over the threshold—peeling layer after layer of damp clothing leaving a trail of water and fabric in your wake.

Falling upon your bed, Shanes lips returned in their efforts to map out every inch of your body. Down past your supple breast, across the plane of your abdomen, over the sharp crest of your hip bone before they settled upon that dip between your thighs. He was a man starved, devouring your desperate cunt as if he hadn’t had a lick of substance in weeks. It left you nothing but a pile of mush, left pliant under his lips. Yet it wasn’t enough.

You dug your fingers into his damp hair, tangling your digits around the thick strands and dragging him back up your body, a whimper of desperation falling past your lips, ‘I need you in me’.

You didn’t have to tell him twice, fumbling as he eagerly lined his thick cock to your entrance desperate to feel you wrapped tight around him. The painful stretch had you feeling as if you were an innocent virgin taking a man for the first time. Had it really been that long, or was he that thick. The apologetic look upon his brow as he settled to let you adjust had your heart flipping in your chest. How had this tender man been hiding so long buried beneath that rough exterior? All you knew was you never wanted him to let you go.

As your body relaxed, you pulled him closer, reconnecting your lips to his. You were desperate for friction, shifting your hips and chasing friction. His movement started slow, gaining speed with each new thrust. Everything astound you melted away leaving nothing but you and him. You couldn’t hold back, screaming his name as he pushed you over the edge, ripping you in two as you exploded with pleasure. 

Shane growled against your neck, teeth dragging upon your flesh leaving it tender and raw. The moment your body began to recover, he shifted his weight to sit upon his knees, reaching deeper inside your walls, touching a spot you never knew existed. The rough pad of his thumb made contact with your sensitive clit, rubbing tight circles as his voice tumbled like gravel through gritted teeth, ‘...so close…you can do it…such a good girl…cum for me…’

That was it, that small simple demand left you an overstimulated mess, begging for him to finish and paint your walls white with ropes of his cum, to mark you as his. Fuck you wanted to be his. His hips slowed and stuttered, eyes rolling back as he filled your cunt till he had nothing left to offer. As the two of you returned to the present, the sounds of the world around you flooded your ears. The steady drip, drip of the rain outside brought a smile to your lips. You decided then that the sound of rain was your favorite thing next to him.

You were covered in mud. The rain felt heavy as you trudged your way home from cindersap forest after a long day at the trout derby. With boots caked in mud, it became hard for you to take each new step. You sighed in relief at the sight of the rather sizable puddle, upon what once had been the dirt path that led to your farm land, ecstatic to wash away the extra weight. That was until your boots lost all traction.

Beneath the surface of the pool of stagnant water, laid a thick layer of silt and clay. The sole of your boot gave way to the slippery surface, pulling you down upon the earth’s saturated surface. You let out an irritated groan as you stood up from your fall, thanking Yoba you were hurt as well as the sheer fact no one had been around to witness your utter failure. Or so you had thought.

As your feet carried your body, now covered head to toe in mud and filth, a low chuckle ran out from beside you. Your eyes landed upon the doorway of Marnie's ranch to find an equally filthy Shane standing under the awning. ‘I tried to warn ya, but you weren’t paying attention. That puddle just took me out too.’

He waved you over and offered to help you clean off a bit. The sound of the downpour must have drowned out his warning’s but you were thankful he wasn’t rubbing it in your face. On the contrary he seemed more concerned for you than boastful. A little sore but relatively unharmed, you accepted his offer to come inside out of the falling rain.

You stood by the door as he disappeared inside his room before returning with a set of dry clothes; an old Joja t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts and a pair of wool socks. Stripping out of your muddy boots, you made your way over to the powder room off of the kitchen. Once you were done, you came out to Shane wearing a similar outfit and standing at the counter pouring a cup of tea.

You almost couldn't believe the progress you had made with this man. Months ago he would barely growl in your direction and yet here he was; a new man as if you chipped away the wall he had built for protection. You smiled at his generosity and thanked him with a tender kiss upon his stubbled cheek.

The shock on his face only made your smile grow wider as a faint dusting of blush crept over the bridge of his nose and mingled with the dirt that still remained upon his cheeks. The man was beautiful and you wished he could see it. He stood there almost unable to look you in the eyes As he tried to assure you this really hadn't been his intention. But you cut him off as you pressed your lips against his.

Upon a hurried breath, you chuckled and whispered you were aware but you simply didn't care… unless he wanted you to care. His deep emerald eyes bore Into your own before he closed the gap once again.

Each new press of your lips had you both abandoning your tea as well as the kitchen. Tripping over each other as you entered his room. You were hurried, desperate… starved for him. Fingers clawing their way under his baggy clothes begging to touch his delicate skin. Sliding up his chest to peel the fabric from his body.

You let out a strangled whimper the moment your nails dug into a soft blanket of fur. He wasted no time in peeling back layer after layer of clothes from him and you and without a single hesitation tossed you back on his bed and slammed his throbbing cock into your aching core.

It was nothing short of perfection; primal, greedy, intense… everything you both needed in that moment. To scratch an itch neither of you knew had been growing between the two of you. As if the two of you fit perfectly in one another's arms. Like each other's missing piece.

You laid there catching your breath before he whispered in your ear, ‘How ‘bout we go rinse off in the shower… I didn't realize how dirty that puddle really made us’.

Drip, drip, drip

His thrusting echoed with each drop that fell from the leaking faucet, fists clenching tight upon the porcelain sink of the stardrops bathroom. Your eyes stared into the thin slivers of his icy-blue irises, watching you come undone around his throbbing cock within the dirty mirror.

Sebastian's upper lip snarled and bearing his teeth, jaw clenched as tight as his fingers digging into the plush of your hips.

Drip, drip, drip.

Slap, slap, slap.

‘Yes, yes, yes’.

His hips stalled, cock buried deep inside your cunt, spilling every drop of cum against your cervix. Your tired limbs trembled as you stood there catching your breath against the sink. Basking in the post-coiltal afterglow. The weight of his lips fell upon your neck, whispers of praises flooding your senses.

Fuck you loved this man.

Drip, drip, drip.