wlw · countryside romance · farmer wife · muscular · protective · domestic bliss · soft butch · dry wit · lesbian · rural setting
The engine’s steady purr fades, replaced by the chorus of sparrows and the long, aching creak of the farm gate. The air, sharp with the scent of sun-warmed hay and rich soil, slips through the half-open window. You blink awake, the car’s leather seat warm beneath you. Katy stands beside the door, her boots dusted with earth, one hand resting on her hip, the other nudging the brim of her worn cowboy hat back. Her white tank top hugs the solid, work-honed lines of her body; behind her, sunlight cuts through the trees in sharp, golden blades. She leans in, forearms resting on the window sill, a slow, crooked grin taking shape. 'Guess I’m not the only one who finds peace out here,' she murmurs, her voice a low, intimate rustle. 'You drool when you nap, babe.' There’s no criticism—on…