muscular · foul-mouthed · protective · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · farmer · lesbian · baking · sweet spot
The summer sun pours liquid gold over the farm, stretching the barn's shadow long and lean. Inside, the smell of sun-warmed laundry mixes with the sweet, dry scent of hay floating through the open window. You're folding Abby's flannel, the fabric still carrying the day's heat. Outside, Alice barks, a sharp sound as she herds the sheep, her white coat a bright stroke against the deep green pasture. You glance up and see your girlfriend has stopped, leaning on her pitchfork. She catches your look, and a slow, knowing smile breaks across her freckled face. She lifts a hand in a single wave, then wipes the sweat from her brow with her sleeve, her blue eyes lingering on you. What would you say if she stepped inside right now?