This story is the result of a request from the lovely LadyRitsu. I didn't quite hit the mark on the request but I think it ended up being a fun ride. I used elements from a certain romantic comedy from the early 90's see if you can guess it!

Disclaimer: I don't own fairy tail or any of it's characters

The porch creaked with his weight as he walked towards the front door. Laxus hesitated, looking behind him down the long drive to the main road. The sun had just set and darkness was settling in, there were no lights for miles around except the lights in the windows and the lantern that hung by the house's front door. He probably wouldn't find a more peaceful place than this, he hoped he would be able to stay.

An old hound dog on the front porch lifted its head to regard him, gave a snort and then slowly lowered it back down. Laxus hoped the dog's disregard was a good sign. He lifted his fist and pounded three times on the door, then stepped back, folding his hands at his front. It would be best to not look intimidating or dangerous, though it would be a tall order for him. The door opened slowly, revealing large blue eyes and silver hair. The woman was small and far too attractive to be out here in the middle of nowhere by herself. If it was just her this would be a hard sell.

"I saw the sign about a room for rent? Is it available?" he asked, hoping his smile appeared nonthreatening and genuine.

Mira looked up at the monster of a man standing on her porch. Instinctively she put her hand in the pocket of her skirt, running her fingers over the cold hard grip of her Glock that she had tossed in before opening the door. If he tried anything she would be safe. She glanced down at looked down at Gunter, he hadn't even bothered to bark this time. She looked up at the blond man with a smile, "Yes, it is still available."

His face relaxed at her answer, his smile spread up the right side, "I hate to bother you so late, but could I see it? I need a place to stay right away."

"Of course!" Mira knew the man should frighten her. That a stranger appearing on her porch just as the night came should be terrifying, but some reason it always thrilled her. Since she had first posted about the room, they always came like this. Late at night, saw it in a paper at a diner, found the paper in the street, was driving along the back roads and saw the sign. There was only one overpriced hotel in town and the amount was too high to attract locals. So she attracted strangers and they brought with them new stories and new lives. Some didn't even make it a week before they left, others stayed for months. They brought excitement to the monotony that her life had become.

She grabbed the keys next to the door and came out to stand next to him. She held out her hand, "My name is Mirajane Strauss, this is my place."

He took her hand, his grip confident and firm, "Laxus Dreyar."

She turned and walked down the steps, "It's just over this way, if you will follow me." Laxus quickly was beside her, his long strides making it easy to keep up. He didn't say anything, just glanced around her property, taking everything in stock.

When they arrived at the garage, he narrowed his eyes, "Is there any way I could keep my car in there? You know, I just hate for it to be left out in the rain, I don't plan on going anywhere for a while."

Mira smiled, "Of course, one of the bays is free. The doors close so your car will be safe from the elements in there." She motioned for him to follow him up the stairs, "The room is just above."

They stepped into the large room and Laxus began to walk around slowly, taking in the space. It wasn't much, but she had worked hard to make it comfortable. A small bathroom with a shower, a small kitchenette with a refrigerator, sink, cook top, and microwave, a small table with two chairs, a loveseat with a coffee table and TV, and a large queen-size bed. He appeared satisfied, but still hadn't said a word. Mira tilted her head, "The rent is two hundred a week and it must be paid up front. Are you still interested after seeing it?"

"Yea, this is perfect," he turned to her. "Is cash alright?"

She smiled, "I prefer it."

He opened his wallet and pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills, then walked over to put them in her hand. "Thank you Miss Strauss, this is a lifesaver."

She tucked the bills in her pocket, "Please, just call me Mira."

Laxus spent most of the night and the following day laying in the bed on top of the quilt, staring up at the ceiling. Would this be enough to get away? His past scarred him and marked him, he felt like no matter where he went he couldn't escape the dark mood that shrouded him. He knew he should probably force himself to get up, go for a walk, but he worried he would run into Mira. After last night, he was pretty sure she was here all on her own, and she was just his type. It was a temptation he shouldn't even be allowed. No more women, not anymore.

In the afternoon there was a knock on the door. He pulled himself slowly to his feet and trudged over to open the door. There stood Mira, her hair lit up with sunshine, her smile even brighter, "I know there isn't any food in here, so I made you a pie."

Squinting in the sunshine, Laxus frowned down at her and the dessert she had in her hands, "You didn't have to do that."

"I know, I wanted to!" she brushed past him and went to place the pie on the table. "I'm here all by myself, I don't have a lot of excuses to make anything, I hope you like apple."

"Sure, I like apple," he admitted. He shut the door and turned to face her. "That's kind of you Mira, but ya know, don't think I expect this kind of thing. I don't need to be taken care of."

Mira smiled really big, "Of course not! It's for me really, I love to cook and I never have anyone here to enjoy my food. That's the best part ya know, seeing others enjoy it."

Laxus folded his arms and raised a brow, "I suppose."

She crossed back over until she stood in front of him, "If you'd like dinner later, I should have more than enough back at the house. I'll be eating around seven. Nothing fancy, just some grilled vegetables and chicken. It's so hot these days I like to cook outside."

Laxus swallowed, trying to keep his eyes on her face, "Yea of course. I'll think about it."

"Great!" Mira smiled real big. "Well, I've got chores to do, I'll see you later." As quickly as she came she was gone.

Laxus looked back at the pie she left on the table, it smelled amazing. He probably didn't deserve this treatment, but he sure as hell was going to enjoy it. Dinner though, he wasn't sure that it was such a good idea.

The grill was finally up to temperature, so Mira placed the pieces of chicken and foil wrapped vegetables on, smiling at the hiss of the grill when the cool meat hit it. This was way too much food for the two of them, if Laxus came at all, but she wanted to be sure. If he didn't she would just have to eat chicken all week. Her brother was a large guy and he ate as much as two teenaged boys, she had learned to be prepared. She wondered if Laxus would be the type to come and be friendly, or if he would be the type who just hid up in his room the whole time. He was harder to read than her other guests had been.

She was taken by surprise by the feel of two arms wrapped around her middle and a voice in her ear, "Those are some good looking breasts you've got there, mind if I share?"

Mira rolled her eyes, "Cana! You scared me half to death."

Her neighbor gave her a sloppy booze scented kiss on the cheek and smiled, "That's what I was going for my dear. Why so much dinner? You have company again?"

"Yes, his name is Laxus. I'm hoping he comes down. He just arrived last night so I haven't had a chance to get to know him yet." Mira shut the grill and went to grab her beer.

"Is this one hot at least? The last one was soo boring," Cana took a seat at the patio table.

"I thought Warren was sweet!" Mira exclaimed.

"He was sweetly dull." Cana gestured to Mira's bottle, "Do you have another one of those?"

"Yea, let me run in and I'll grab a couple," Mira smiled.

When she returned she was pleased to see Laxus had joined Cana on the deck. She hoped this meant her new renter could be a friend instead of a recluse. She set a beer in front of Cana and held another one in his direction, "Would you like one? I brought out an extra."

"Uhh . . .yea, thanks. That would be great," he smiled up at her as he took the bottle from her hand.

Something about the way he looked at her threw her slightly off balance. She had noticed it earlier when she had dropped off the pie. Laxus was just looking her in the eyes, it wasn't a lustful gaze, but for some reason his stare made her blush. She looked away first with a tight smile, hurrying over to the grill to turn the chicken.

"So Cana tells me she lives just next door? Have you guys been neighbors a long time?" Laxus twisted off the top of his beer.

"I've known Mira almost my entire life, this is her parent's farm and the one next door was my dad's. Now our parents are gone but we just can't move on. We're a match made in heaven," Cana took a sip of her bottle and sighed happily. Mira shook her head as went to add barbecue sauce to the meat, poor Cana had to probably go ten whole minutes without some kind of booze in her hand, what torture.

"Is that so? Well that's nice," Laxus gave a small grin as he took a sip.

"Yea, Mira is so lucky to have me close by. This weirdo doesn't even have a TV! I make sure to bring her the paper every once and a while," Cana winked. "She has a computer to go online, but I'm pretty sure all she's looking at on there is porn."

Mira waved a basting brush at her friend, "I do not look at porn! And there is nothing wrong with not liking the news Cana, everything is terrible these days. Besides, that hooey you bring by is not the paper, it's trash. I've told you time and time again that I could care less about that thing."

"Are you kidding me!" Cana reached into the large tote bag she had brought with her, Mira heard the tell-tale sound of bottles clinking, maybe Cana didn't go ten minutes without a sip after all. The brunette pulled out the black and white newsprint and held it up in Mira's direction, "Look at this! This woman fell in love with the gorilla she was studying at the zoo. Now she's fighting to have their union legally recognized!" Cana turned the front of the paper back towards herself, "If that's not real news then I don't know what is."

"You're joking right," Laxus asked, raising a brow.

Cana looked shocked, "You don't think that's news!" She snorted, "Of course, leave it to a man to not understand real love. Am I right Mira?"

Mira shook her head, "You're so silly Cana."

Cana looked back at her paper again with a frown, "Okay, it's mostly crap, but the horoscopes in this one are always spot on!"

"You say that because you write them!" Mira exclaimed.

"Well I did predict you would meet a mysterious stranger." She motioned to Laxus, "It doesn't get more spot on then that." She smacked him on the leg with her paper, "Even you have to admit that Laxus."

Laxus rubbed the back of his head and looked uncomfortable, "I wouldn't consider myself that mysterious." He took a sip of his beer.

"Handsome man, shows up in the night on sexy young woman's front porch," Cana laughed. "That's either the beginning of a porn or a horror movie."

Laxus choked and sputtered, Mira hurried over and patted him on the back. "Seriously Cana, you just met him. Can you wait to shock him until the next time he sees you? Somedays I don't know how I keep that room rented at all."

Laxus coughed, "Nah, I'm good just went down the wrong pipe."

"So when you aren't showing up at people's houses, what do you do?" Cana tilted her head.

Laxus shifted in his seat, looking first at Mira, then back at his interrogator. "I write books."

Mira clapped her hands. An author! How lucky! "What do you write, is it something I would know?"

"I wouldn't think so, it's mostly military type science fiction," Laxus slumped in his seat. "You know like soldiers fighting aliens. It's a little . . .weird."

Mira's mouth dropped, "Are you serious! I love reading that stuff!"

Laxus grimaced, "You're kidding, shouldn't you be into something more like, I don't know, Jane Austen or some romance crap."

Cana laughed, "You'd be surprised with this little lady, she used to be in the army herself. Would probably still be there if it weren't for . . ."

Mira placed a hand on Cana's shoulder, digging her fingers in as she interrupted, "So what books to you write?"

Laxus sighed, "The Lightning Law Chronicles."

"Oh god," Cana groaned.

Mira's eyes and mouth were open so wide her face hurt. Here he was the author of her favorite books, right in her own backyard, about to eat her chicken. "You are kidding? Those are my favorite books! But I don't understand, the author's name is Jose Porla."

"Yea, that's just a pseudonym, I'm kinda a private person." Laxus looked at his shoes.

Mira's mouth shut tight. She needed to get her enthusiasm in check or her author would run for the hills. "Well, they are very good," she said, taking a deep breath. The chicken was finished, so she put it on one platter and dumped the vegetables on the other. She set the platters on the table and lifted the tongs to serve, "So Laxus are you a breast man or a leg man. It looks like this bird is done."

She grinned at the lazy smile she saw growing on his face. He looked down at the plate, "You got any thighs?"

"Sure," Mira placed a thigh on his plate and handed it to him, then turned to her friend, "And you Cana?"

Cana grinned, "Oh, you know me. Tits all the way."

This could be okay, in fact, this could be better than okay. His one secret was out, he didn't have to worry about it getting weird when she realized what kind of money his books made. A reader like Mira already knew how popular his stuff was. He was so relieved that once she got over the shock of who he was, she went back to being a normal person. Laxus wouldn't have wanted to live next door to a rabid fan.

Best of all, she was totally into chicks. Laxus had been trying to make up his mind as to whether or not to head down for dinner when he saw that Cana wrap Mira up from behind. Not to mention all the comments, she had come as close as she could to saying she and Mira were together as she could without him asking directly. This one would be safe. He could be friendly without having to worry about her taking it the wrong way. Things wouldn't progress to the point where it would get out of control. This place was a good place to be.

Laxus closed his eyes and relaxed, falling asleep quickly for the first time in months.

"You know sir, I'm starting to feel dissatisfied with my job," Elfman frowned at his desk.

Bixlow grinned and tilted his head, "Oh yea Strauss? And why's that?"

"It's just not as manly as I expected! When will I get to climb through air ducts to save hostages from terrorists? When will I get in a gunfight with drug lords? I haven't once gotten to hang from a helicopter or commandeer a vehicle. All I do is paperwork and pull over out-of-towners for speeding, it's just not manly!"

Bixlow laughed, "Well Elfman this is a sheriff's department in a rural county. I don't even know if we have a building here with big enough air ducts to fit a man your size. Also, shouldn't it be a good thing that we don't have drug lords? If it's really a big problem you could always switch with Evergreen as the animal control officer. She's always active out in the field, even though she's mostly dealing with rabid raccoons and stray pitbulls."

Elfman grimaced, she also dealt with animal hoarders and trapped skunks, no thank you. "That's another thing, Bixlow you're too damn nice. Shouldn't you be yelling at me to do my job or tell me how you're tired of explaining my behavior to the commissioner?"

"Well no, since you actually do a good job and I don't report to a commissioner. Elfman this isn't a marvel comic or a die hard movie, I don't have to be mean to do my job right," Bixlow grinned and patted his desk, "Don't worry big guy, I'm sure it will pick up soon. We're do for a domestic disturbance any day now."

Elfman sighed and slumped on his desk, "I guess so." Bixlow gave him a wink and headed back to his office.

Completely bored, he picked up the phone to call his sister, it had been a week and he was due for a call. Why not now? He sure as hell had nothing else going on.

Mira's bright voice trilled through the phone line."Hey Elfman! How are you doing?"

Elfman frowned at the pile of tickets he had to process,"Alright, little slow. You holding up okay over there? I'm sorry I haven't been out in a while."

"I'm just fine, I have a new renter now! It's so exciting!"

Elfman still wasn't sure how he felt about Mira renting out the room over the garage. She really needed the extra funds, but he worried about her being out there all on her own. "A new renter? Why didn't you call to tell me? Is it anyone I should worry about?"

"No, of course not! Even Gunter likes him," he could hear her grin through the line.

"Well Gunter has always been a good judge of character." That old hound always seemed to go apeshit over the people who would cause Mira trouble. After him being right about renters who would refuse to leave, destroy the apartment, or attempt to rob her; Mira had learned if the hound didn't like someone, the apartment wasn't available.

Mira interrupted his thoughts, "And you wouldn't believe it, he's the author of all my favorite books!"

"Those chronicle things?" Elfman didn't understand how she could read those books. He had tried to read them when she first recommended them, but they were just too weird and violent for him. Still, an author sounded safe, probably just some tiny bookworm who rarely left the house and never worked out. Mira would have no problem handling someone like that. He almost felt bad for the guy, Mira was really nuts about those books. "Well I bet you nearly passed out when you found out, is he scared of you now?

"Elfman! I will have you know that I did a wonderful job of playing it cool. He doesn't think I'm crazy at all!" There was a pause. "Although, he has been holed up in his room for the past few days, but he said he's working on his next book so he needs the silence. You don't think he's avoiding me do you?"

Elfman smiled, "Probably. . . ."

"Elfman!" she exclaimed.

He laughed, "Let me finish! I meant probably. . . not. I'm sure he'll come out of hiding when he's ready." He got a crazy idea in his head, "Why? Are you interested in this guy?"

Mira made a choking sound, "What? Of course not. I just want to try and squeeze what's going to happen in the next book out of him."

Elfman covered his face with his hand, that poor man, "Mira. . ."

"I'm just kidding! I just like company, you know? I really do love working at the farm, and at least Cana comes by every now and then, but it just gets kinda lonely sometimes."

Elfman sighed, he was a terrible brother. "I'm really sorry Mira, I should be stopping by more often it's just. . ."

"It's okay Elfman, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. I'm doing just fine, I have a new renter remember? You just come when you can handle it, give me a little warning and I'll make sure there's a nice pie waiting for you."

"Thanks Mira," Elfman smiled, his sister was the sweetest.

"So, what's new with you? How's Evergreen?"

Elfman frowned, scratch that sweetest thought, "Oh damn, Mira I just got a call, I need to go umm deal with that."

"You are a terrible liar, but okay. Love you!"

"I love ya too sis."

A big storm was coming in. She had spent the day picking everything that looked ripe and ready, she didn't want to lose anything to the vicious weather. She would have to spend tomorrow canning and making jams, there was no way she would sell it all at the farmers market this weekend. Mira brought all the goats in, making sure they were happy and secure in their shelter. Just as she was closing the doors, the storm opened up over top of her. The drops were so thick, it was like standing under a waterfall. Mira huffed in frustration as she trudged back to the house, her galoshes making wet sucking noises all the way. What a shame, she really thought she had more time, she should have grabbed a coat.

Inside she turned on the light in the kitchen and started a kettle of hot water, tea was just what she needed. She pulled off her boots and peeled off her socks, wrinkling her nose at their state. Her clothes were completely soaked, she would have to change. Just as she stood to head in the direction of her bedroom, the wind picked up, lightning flashed, and with the rumble of thunder, the power went out.

Damnit, this storm was causing her all kinds of trouble. Now instead of warm clothes, hot tea, and a good book in her favorite chair, she would have to find candles and the flashlight. She waddled towards the front of the house, her clothes hanging cold and heavy. She could see the outline of Gunter, hiding under the wing-backed chair in the front room. She giggled, "You coward," then pulled open a drawer in the table by the front door.

She was startled by a loud banging. She stared at her door, why would someone be out in this crap. Then she remembered her renter, oh dear, he probably lost power too. She threw open the door and his large hulking figure took up the entire doorway, face hidden by his hood. "Laxus, I'm so sorry! Did you lose power as well? Come in, come in. I'll light a candle, just a second."

His response was a grunt, but he took a step in. He shut the door behind himself and stood there, waiting. Mira lit the candle and set it up on the table, smiling up at him in triumph, but when she saw his face her grin disappeared. He scowled down at her, silent and unmoving, except for his eyes that slowly trailed down her body. Laxus swallowed and his frown deepened. His expression was so intense that Mira found herself taking a step back. Had she been wrong to feel safe with this man?

Then Mira looked down and realized, in the candlelight, her wet clothes left little to the imagination. Her red bra and belly button were clearly outlined under the white tank top and her shorts clung to her as if they were painted on. Her face turned the color of her bra and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh dear. I'm so sorry, I was going to change but then the lights went out."

Laxus shook himself and turned his eyes away. Then he cleared his throat and covered his eyes, "No, fuck, sorry. The power went out and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Can I help? Is there something I can do?"

"Can you light some more candles? I'll just go grab something to wear that isn't so . . .wet," Mira scurried away to her room. She was still so flustered from her embarrassment that she ran straight into her bed. "Damnit!" she hissed, bending over her bed as she waited for the pulsing pain to stop.

"Mira? You okay?" came his voice from the other room. Mira sighed into her blankets, Laxus was going to think she was an idiot.

"Just banged my leg," she called. Then she limped over the dresser pulling out a dry pair of sweats and a new shirt. She stripped quickly and threw them on, then pulled her wet hair off her neck in a messy bun.

When she got out of her room, Laxus had placed candles throughout the house and was standing in the kitchen. He turned to look at her when she entered the room, "Did you know you had the stove going?"

"Yes, I was boiling water for some tea, do you want some?" Mira stepped over to look at the kettle. "It looks ready, I just forgot to replace the lid when the power went out."

Laxus lowered himself into the chair at her tiny kitchen table. "Sure, that wouldn't be bad."

Mira turned off the stove and pulled two mugs out of the cabinet. She pulled out some peppermint tea bags, set them in the mugs, and then poured the hot water over them. Then she went over to the cabinet to pull out a mason jar full of honey.

"Do you lose power out here a lot?" Laxus asked. He was watching the storm through the window over the sink, he brows furrowed in thought.

"Yes, unfortunately all our power lines in this area are old and above ground, so if you have a little wind or a tree goes down, the whole grid is out. Probably won't be back on again until tomorrow."

Laxus frowned, "I'll have to order some extra power sources for my laptop then."

Mira set the mug in front of him with a spoon and the jar of honey. She took the seat across from him, "So you are staying then?"

Laxus raised a brow, "Yea, is that a problem?"

"No, of course not. I just wasn't sure since I hadn't seen you the last few days."

Laxus ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry about that, I had some really good inspiration strike and I didn't want to let it go."

"So the room is working out for you? You have everything you need?" Mira helped herself to a spoonful of honey and stirred it into her hot beverage.

"Yea, this place is perfect. I can't believe how quiet it is out here."

Mira chuckled, "Well when your only neighbor for miles around spends most of her time sleeping off hangovers, there isn't going to be a whole lot of noise."

Laxus leaned back in his seat, "She's got a real drinking problem huh? That must be hard for you."

Mira tilted her head, that was a strange way to put it, but then again he was an author. Maybe he was just a little strange himself? "Umm, yes, I suppose. She's always here when I need her though."

"That's good," Laxus sipped his tea and frowned. "A few years back I was dating this artist, she was a lot of fun, but always had to be drunk or high. That got old real fast."

Mira leaned forward resting her chin in her hands, "Have you lived a lot of places, Laxus?"

He stared at her for a few heartbeats, his brows wrinkled in thought. "Yea . . .I guess you could call me a bit of a nomad."

"That doesn't get old? Isn't there anywhere you miss? Is anywhere home for you?" Mira backpedaled when Laxus' frown deepened, "Sorry, I'm so nosy. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Nah, it's alright. I can't say that I've ever found a place that I wanted to stay, at least not permenantly. There is a place I grew up, but . . .I have no warm and fuzzy feelings about that shithole."

"Oh, well, that's a real shame," Mira frowned and sipped her tea.

"I guess." Laxus cleared his throat and looked back out the window, "So you said you have goats right? Any other animals here? I meant to walk around by now but I just haven't had the chance."

"Well, we have some chickens and a few ducks, although I'm sure you've heard them by now," Mira tapped her lips. "Lets see you've met Gunter and then we also have a Pyrenees that lives with the goats, she's Luna. Then I also have some honey bees on the back of the lot, that's where this jar of goodness is from. That's all we have at the moment, I used to raise a pig or a cow every year to put in the freezer but that's more meat than I need for myself. Nowadays I just split one with Cana, she keeps it over there."

"You have a pretty good sized garden, do you do anything with that?"

"I sell it at the farmer's market with my goat milk products. I also sell some eggs." Mira smiled, the market on Saturdays felt like her lifeline some weeks.

He turned to look at her, "You make good money for all that work?"

Mira shrugged, "No, but I make enough. I'm certainly not rich if that's what you're asking."

"Why don't you sell that goat stuff you make online?"

"Because then I would have to know how to make and maintain a website." Mira ran her finger along the lip of the honey jar catching the little bit that had dripped along the side and then licked it off her finger.

When she looked up at him, he was staring at her mouth, "I could help you with that if you want."

Her eyes widened, "Really, you would help me set up a website?"

He coughed, "Sure, I've got a bit of writer's block and I'm bored. It always comes in waves, I gotta find a way to keep busy until it comes back." He looked out the window, "Do you need any help around the farm?"

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that!" Mira exclaimed.

Laxus drew his brows together, "Why not?"

"That's manual labor, I have nothing to pay you with," Mira explained.

He grinned, "Well . . .I'm tired of eating peanut butter sandwiches for all my meals. You make me dinner every once and awhile that would be more than enough."

"If you say so. I just can't help but feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

Laxus chuckled, "I don't know, I eat a lot. Maybe I'm the one taking advantage of you."

What the fuck was he doing? Laxus breathed out deeply as he wandered out towards the goat shed. It was true, he was having writer's block, but he knew it was a bad idea to help out, especially if it meant spending more time with her. His brain had just been so addled from the sight of her soaking wet. The desire to grab her and kiss her had been so strong, he had been afraid to even move at first. He kept reminding himself she had a girlfriend, she wouldn't want any part in his unwelcome advances. Then when she had sucked the honey off her finger all blood flow had gone south, all rational thought with it. Now he didn't want to blow her off, he would stick to his word, but just for a few days. Laxus had to be careful not to make this a regular thing.

Laxus was starting to think that he wasn't as safe here as he thought. All night he kept reminding himself that she probably didn't even like men and wouldn't be interested in him in the first place. He wasn't doing that anymore, no more relationships, no more women. All he ever did was hurt them. He really didn't want to hurt Mira. She was so sweet and nice, her company was calm and comfortable. She deserved better than the shit than what he was capable of giving. Still, all his dreams were filled with her, climbing all over him in that red bra, licking honey off his chest. Fuck he was a mess.

He found her in the shed milking one of the goats, tongue out in concentration. She looked up at him with a smile and he knew he was lost. He had to try somehow, he couldn't fight it, he had to find a way to have her.