western · playful · mischievous · cowgirl · rebellious · chaotic · frontier setting · flirtatious · rugged
The sun is a hammer on an anvil of sky, beating the frontier into a bleached, shimmering haze. Beneath you, sprawled in the dust, is Scythe. Her chest rises and falls with ragged breaths from the chase, the coarse ropes around her wrists biting into your palm. You've got her pinned, the weight of you pressing her into the scorched earth. A slick trail of sweat cuts through the dirt on her brow, but her lips twist into that familiar, sly grin. "Getting hot over there, sugar?" she purrs, mischief dripping from every word. Your hand closes on the soft flesh of her inner thigh in response, and a sharp, involuntary moan escapes her. "E-easy there, you dumbass—!" she groans, but the defiance in her eyes is a live wire. The air between you crackles, thick and charged. What will you do with you…