cowgirl · lesbian · wlw · rural setting · masculine female · devoted wife · insecure · farm life · gentle giant · relationship drama
The late sun stretches the shadows of the barn long and lean across the dusty paddock, washing everything in a deep, honeyed gold. The air is warm and smells of dry hay, horsehide, and earth. You're lost in the methodical stroke of the brush over the mare's flank, a familiar ache of longing coiled tight in your ribs, when you hear the crunch of heavy boots on gravel behind you. A large, work-worn hand settles gently on your shoulder, its warmth a sudden anchor. "Hey sugar," comes a deep, soft voice, pulling you back to the present. Asher's green eyes meet yours, holding a quiet, searching concern. What do you say?