Screw Me Maybe {Kire!Blitz}

Screw Me Maybe {Kire!Blitz} Feb 22, 2015 18:45:25 GMT -5

Post by Death on Feb 22, 2015 18:45:25 GMT -5

Nightmare liked the walk home from work, whether it was frigid with snow flurries dancing down to ultimately clump or melt on the gravel road or sweltering with the sun beating down and heating the little stones without a cloud in sight.

Mostly, this was because she could enjoy the landscape. The barbed wire fence on either side of planting fields was a frame for the road and her vision, until she'd glance on either side of her. She could never tell what was growing until it was complete and ready for harvest. Sometimes corn. Sometimes wheat. Sometimes hay.

A fluttering caught her eye as she neared her favorite tree that she sometimes liked to rest against if she was feeling brave enough to hop the fence. It was a shirt. And near that shirt, a horse. A beautiful male horse that was bigger than any she'd been allowed to work with yet.

A beautiful male person resting against the tree was the next to catch her eye. His ginger hair was scarlet as she studied him, stopping and staring across the hundred or so meters to the tree.

n i c e t o m e e t y o u
W H E R E y o u b e e n ?

I'd always liked the country boys. The ones who worked the field and stayed with the livestock rather than working the books in the city in a desk, like 'Zelle's husband did.

The rippling muscles. The slight reddening of sunburn on the backs of their necks and their arms and, once you got their shirts off, how their tans would go to the shoulders and then become a stark contrast of light against dark.

He was no exception and without thinking about it, I hopped the fence and walked towards him, a smile spreading on my face and praising whatever god had let me keep my sister for giving me this chance. The weather was one of those weird 70 degree days in February and we all knew it would be short lived.

I should enjoy it while it's here.
i could show you
INCREDIBLE things

The tree swayed slightly as a light breeze brushed past her, fluttering her quarter-sleeved blouse thrown over tiny shorts that squeezed her ass and were just sexy enough to warrant the wedgie that was practically promised as soon at they were tried on in-store.

Her boots brushed over the grass and as she neared him and glimpsed the powerful arms and back muscles that were so apparent in that under shirt . She was practically salivating. The chance had practically fallen into her lap.

She was hoping she'd be the one to fall into a lap next. If you know what she means.

"Hey, Handsome," she says, her full lips spreading wide in a grin. "Wanna try your hand at plowing some other fields now?"

Screw Me Maybe {Kire!Blitz} Feb 25, 2015 22:32:41 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Feb 25, 2015 22:32:41 GMT -5

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Says, Thinks

He had been working the field all day with Bourbon. The sun was high and hot despite that it was winter, and he had stripped his shirt off at some time to keep from overheating as they finished the first half of the field. The stallion worked diligently beside him, moving almost without being asked. There was nothing like working with a well trained horse, and Rory enjoyed the stallion's company even when they weren't working. Both preferred a simple and quiet life with only the strain of plowing the field and then harvesting to occupy their time. Today was great for the pair of them because the weather had allowed them to get an early start of the field and hopefully allow for an earlier seeding this year. They might even be able to push for two harvests if the fall was long enough.

With half of the field tilled, Rory decided they both could take a break and so he unhooked Bourbon from the plow and set him to grazing. He, himself, went to the large tree at the end of the field and sat with his back against it. It was good to work, but it was also nice to rest. His arms burned a little like they always did when he did hard work, having to toss any rocks out of the soil so they wouldn't damage the plow and then helping to break the earth when there was a hard patch. Bourbon was a dream so he at least never had to fight to keep him on the right track, like he had to before with the old plow horse.

He had his eyes closed, not dozing but simply letting himself relax in the faint breeze while the leaves rustled overhead. There was a rustling in the grass but he discounted it, thinking it were a bird or simply Bourbon searching for better grazing. "Hey, Handsome," he startled at the voice, acting like a young horse who had been surprised. His eyes opened wide and he was tensed, hand gripping the handle of the hoe at his side though he kept it low. "Wanna try your hand at plowing some other fields now?" He was terrible at guessing ages, or most anything to do with people other than his father, but he thought she was somewhere around his own age. She was nicely shaped, and barely dressed. He felt his eyes roam her body without meaning to, stopping at the point just below where her shorts - they were very short - ended.

His eyes snapped to hers as he flushed, hoping she hadn't caught him staring. "Ah just finished half o' that field." He waved his free hand at the half-plowed field. "Be gettin' tah the rest in a bit." He thought a moment, then released his grip on the hoe. "Ah was restin' and so was Bourbon." He nodded to the horse, who was grazing a few paces away with only his flicking ears to show that he cared about what was going on. Rory looked back at the girl, eyes once again drifting up and down without conscious awareness. He tried to give her a smile, but it only brought one corked uth up in a crooked line. "Ah c'n get tah whatever field you're talkin' 'bout after." He did enjoy helping out neighbors, and if a nice girl needed someone to help her work a crop then he was all for it.

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