AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, guys! It's been years since I touched this fic. It was my very first so it holds a special place in my heart. I came back to read it and noticed it could use A LOT of improvement. So, I am now revamping the whole thing! (May even add to it.) Chapters 1-2 are the original story.

With years or practice writing, I felt this fic deserved a second chance. Some stuff has changed but it's for the better, I believe. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading :)

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Autumn came and went, Winter making it's presence known. The days began getting shorter and the village became covered in a soft layer of white blanketing the scenery. It was a serene ambiance. Meanwhile, Tina's relationship with Kurt began to escalate.

It was the night before the Thanksgiving festival. Kurt sat quietly at the table in said young rancher's home while she gathered ingredients from the fridge for a cake. She debated between two ingredients and then turned to Kurt.

"Cocoa or honey?" Tina suddenly asked, drawing Kurt out of his thoughts.

"What?" he asked, looking indifferent.

He was sincerely confused regarding what Tina had just asked. His thoughts had been elsewhere.

"Which flavor do you prefer? Cocoa or honey?" Tina clarified while gesturing to the scattered baking ingredients on the counter. "Pick."

Kurt eyed his options and shrugged. He wasn't particularly interested in sweets and Tina knew that. Kurt still humored his girlfriend, regardless.

"Honey." he deadpanned, resting his chin on one curled fist. "Happy?"

Tina rolled her eyes and accepted his answer.

"Thank you."

She began to mentally tick off items she needed for the cake when she suddenly groaned out of frustration.

"I forgot the eggs!" she explained as she dashed out of her home in to the chicken coop outside.

She was gone from the house in seconds, leaving Kurt at the table where he continued to let his thoughts drift to less than appropriate thoughts. He and Tina had been dating for nearly half a year... and as of lately, the sexual tension he was feeling became a recurring distraction.

Being alone with his girlfriend was not helping his resolve to behave. He was there to keep his girlfriend company while she baked a cake, he firmly reminded himself. That was it. He was just spending time with his girlfriend.

Suddenly, said person came running back in to the kitchen with a basket of eggs. She was slightly out of breath as she turned her back to Kurt, placing the eggs inside the drawer of the fridge.

"The hens were fussy tonight." she explained as she was bent over the dairy drawer, not looking at Kurt. "I typically collect the eggs earlier in the evening."

Kurt's attention was elsewhere and he just gave a confirmative grunt to validate her statement to the best of his now stunted ability. Tina was wearing a pair of work jeans that were slightly fitted around her bottom and thighs. The way she bent over made her typically not so noticeably pert ass very noticeable. Kurt's pants suddenly became tight in a less than desirable place.

"Time to get this cake together."

Tina straightened, returning to the counter to begin mixing the ingredients. With time, her tank top was covered in flour, and sticky from the honey. Taking a look at her clothes, she shook her head.

"I hate baking." Resuming the task of mixing, Tina pushed down the insecurity Kurt would find her messy appearance to be dreadful. "It always makes a mess."

Kurt couldn't have cared less about the mess she made of herself. His attention was drawn to the steady bounce of her cleavage. The honey created a particularly thick and heavy batter, making it very tedious to stir.

Against his usual nature, Kurt smirked. He said nothing, just watching. Frustrated with the batter, Tina looked up at Kurt to ask for help but caught where he had been looking. Tina had the decency to blush and tug the collar of her tank top up with a flour covered hand.

"Really!?" she sputtered, cheeks flushed.

"Should I apologize?"

Seemingly unfazed, Kurt just leaned back in his chair and shrugged. He played off his own embarrassment better than Tina. He'd been caught staring, but his arousal was becoming increasingly more persistent. Felt like it was taking over his better judgement as the days passed...He needed something to humor it. A little cleavage? That would do, embarrassed or not.

"Pervert." Tina scolded him, under her breath.

Tina tried ignoring the feeling of Kurt's eyes burning holes in her chest as she hastily finished mixing the stubborn batter. After pouring the cake mix from hell in to a silver baking pan, she dumped all the dirty dishes in to the sink and popped the pan in the oven. She set the oven timer for an hour and made her way back to the sink to start cleaning.

So focused on washing the dishes, she hadn't heard the sound of Kurt getting up from the table. When she felt hands on her waist she nearly jumped out of her skin and Kurt just snorted, taking a step back to lean against the counter behind her. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Jump any higher and your ass would have hit the ceiling." Kurt retorted in his usual blunt way.

Without thinking, Tina threw her sopping wet sponge at Kurt and it hit him square in the chest. A damp spot sat between his pectorals and began to seep down towards his abdomen. Kurt just bent down and picked up the sponge.

"Passive aggression. Now, that's new." Handing it to his newly passive aggressive girlfriend, he looked down at his shirt. "Now my shirt's wet."

Tina began to apologize for her impulsive throw when Kurt began stripping off his damp shirt.

"What are you doing!?" She squeaked.

Kurt just raised an eyebrow at her sudden discomfort.

"Well, someone decided that throwing wet sponges was a good idea. So, now my shirt is moist."

Tina balked at the word that had just come out of his mouth.

"Ever say that word again and I swear you can just show yourself out." Tina threatened. "I hate that word."

Looking to instigate, Kurt just tilted his head curiously.

"What word? Moist?"

"STOP."

Kurt uncharacteristically began to burst into laughter, his deep voice rumbling as it died out in to a chuckle.

"You should have seen your face."

"You suck." The brunette farmer rebutted, snickering a bit herself. "Stop picking on me."

The sexual tension was currently eased and Tina relaxed, flicking his chest. Shaking his head, Kurt just took a dish towel and helped her wipe down the counter.

"How much longer does that have to bake anyways?" Kurt asked solely out of curiosity being that cake wasn't an interest of his.

Even if he knew Tina was really only baking it for him.

"About thirty minutes." she replied nonchalantly after checking the timer.

"Hmm."

Tina wiped the sweat off her brow and made a noise of disgust. She was filthy. She was sweating, covered in flour and had dried honey on her forearms. The syrupy substance only worsened the caked-on flour she had all over herself.

As skilled a cook she was, baking was not her strongest point. Still, she wasn't half bad. Pecking her boyfriend on the lips, she excused herself to take a shower, leaving Kurt to his thoughts.

"I'll be back. I honestly can't stand myself right now so I'm going to go wash up."

Tina hurried upstairs in to the bathroom to shower. Turning on the water, she stripped herself of her nasty clothes. As soon as the water warmed up, she jumped in. The bathroom filled with steam as Tina scrubbed the grime left on her skin, relaxed from the hot water raining down on her.

The sound of the shower going could be heard down on the first floor with the house so quiet. While Tina enjoyed herself upstairs, Kurt was downstairs becoming frustrated once again as his imagination ran wild.

Knowing she was naked upstairs sent an excited chill through his body. His mind kept drifting to the image of Tina bent over in the fridge. Remembering how the swell of her breasts peaked out from under her shirt was enough to make him a little hot and bothered.

"Tina..." he bemoaned, looking towards the staircase wantonly. "You're killing me."

It hadn't been the first time he'd caught himself painfully lusting after her. Whilst still exploring the interest she had in him, Kurt hadn't outright felt a sexual attraction to Tina when their courtship began. But as time went on, a decidedly sexual light had been shone down upon the bubbly, cute little farmer.

It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful...Peppy, cheerful people just had a reputation of annoying Kurt. Tina initially fell under that category. Only, it wasn't her personality that won her a chance with Kurt. Or her looks. It was her diligence.

Such diligence she had, it carried over with everything she did. The dedication to her wants and goals, that's what won her Kurt. She'd impressed him with her growing farm. She impressed everyone. He couldn't help but admire it.

What were once just casual glances out the Carpentry shop window to spot Tina working... they gradually became increasingly lingering. The sight of her wet with sweat under the afternoon sun, slaving away in the field, began to fascinate him. She was so strong.

More than once he'd seen her ready to collapse, tears and sweat upon her face. But, Tina pushed forward. She never gave up. It wasn't in her nature. From there, Kurt was caught up in a storm of growing interest.

Tina grew impressively fit through her work, arms and legs sculpted with labor. Which didn't surprise Kurt in the least. He was a carpenter, knew all too well the rewards of manual labor.

Her rear was tight and lifted, hips chiseled underneath denim he had yet to peak under. He had quickly took notice of her changing form. From there, he was doomed. Now that Tina was his, the last thing he needed was temptation.

Like knowing his girlfriend was just a floor away, naked.

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Tina lathered up her hair, thoughts drifting to Kurt sitting downstairs. He had been staring at her earlier... and as much as it embarrassed her, it was thrilling. Kurt never showed interest in anything, he was always so quiet and indifferent. He was certainly interested in her, though. The thought led her to wearily peek around the shower curtain as if he would follow her in...

The thought made her panic slightly, but she appeased herself with the reasoning that he wouldn't come anywhere near her bathroom while she showered. Self-consciously, Tina again looked behind the curtain to ensure Kurt wasn't in the bathroom with her. As if he would do such a thing.

Reminding herself she was being silly, she laughed dryly and continuing washing. After rinsing off Tina reached a long pale arm out of the shower to retrieve a towel when her blood suddenly ran cold.

"...oh no." she mumbled under her breath.

Did she really forget a towel? Kurt was in the house! She couldn't just prance downstairs to her room naked! She panicked and realized the only way to solve this was to have Kurt bring her a towel. He had to come to her bathroom. Swallowing her embarrassment, Tina called for her boyfriend.

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"K-Kurt..."

Kurt was abruptly ripped from his train of thought when he heard Tina's shy and slightly panicked voice call him from upstairs. He followed the sound of her voice up the staircase to the bathroom door and hesitantly knocked. His chest tightened, correctly assuming what had happened, and what would be needed of him.

"Everything okay...?" he asked through the closed door, anyways.

"I need a towel." Tina's quiet voice came from the other side. "I forgot to grab one..."

Behind the shower curtain Tina was shivering as water droplets made their way from her hair down her body, cooling until they dropped to her feet.

"The towels are in my room downstairs..." she called out as a second thought when she heard Kurt wander off to fill her request.

Kurt wandered back downstairs and followed the hallway down to his girlfriend's room in search of a towel for her. Tina had seen Kurt's room multiple times, but Kurt had only ever seen hers once. He came across her door and slowly peeked his head inside as if he was crossing some sort of boundary.

That was the least of his worries, he hadn't a clue where inside her room she kept her freaking towels.

"Should've asked her..." he scolded himself, scratching his neck as he looked around.

Luckily for him Tina's towels were easy to find. She had them neatly folded on a chair by her bed. Because of that, there was no longer a worry he would have to look through her personal things.

Whilst in her bedroom, his eyes laid upon Tina's full-size bed. Tina's bed was made up with soft pink sheets along a large white bedframe. One he remembered her coming in for specifically.

That day, he could distinctly remember having to lug it over with his brother, Joe. Periodically lost in thought, he and his brother set up the bed in Tina's bedroom. The most notable detail of said memory was the suggestive eyebrow wiggle Joe gave him he got whilst assembling the bigger bed.

Joe almost got a screwdriver in the ass that day.

Kurt grabbed the first towel on the stack by the bed and trotted his way back upstairs to where his girlfriend was nervously waiting in the tub, still wet from her shower.

"Clean thoughts..."

Kurt knocked on the bathroom door to announce his presence and entered without waiting for a response. Brushing the surface of the shower curtain with the edge of the folded-up towel, he alerted Tina to his returned presence.

"Here." Kurt held out the towel and waited for Tina to reach her arm out and take it.

Tina hesitated, but reached her arm out to take the towel.

"Thanks, Kurt..."

Her fingers brushed against Kurt's wrist before landing on the desired item. Taking the towel, Tina went to retract her arm back behind the shower curtain but her hand was stilled by strong fingers. She held her breath as her hand was pulled outwards.

She soon let out the breath of relief when she felt Kurt's soft lips press a kiss to the back of her hand.

"You're welcome." he assured.

After he released his grip, she pulled the towel back behind the curtains and wrapped herself as calmly as she could muster. She pulled back the curtain and was startled to see that Kurt was still there.

"Kurt, what are you-"

He calmly held his hand out, keeping his eyes up. In doing so, he saw the adorable flush that consumed his girlfriend's face. Oh, he was a lucky man.

"I just don't want you to hurt yourself." he murmured, politely averting his eyes away from Tina when she clutched the towel snuggly against her body in embarrassment. "Watch your step, the floor outside the tub is wet."

"O-Oh."

Taking his hand, she carefully stepped out of the porcelain tub and went to make her way out of the bathroom. Kurt gently grabbed her wrist that wasn't nervously securing the towel around her. He pulled her towards him softly, and held her face in his hands. Slowly, he leaned in to kiss her on the mouth.

"I wouldn't try to pull a fast one on you." He assured with sincerity. "You don't have to be nervous."

Tina looked anywhere but his face. She was so embarrassed! His hazel eyes could melt steel, but with her they were so gentle. She quickly leaned in to him to peck him on the mouth before hurrying her way out of the bathroom.

"I'M FREEZING!" she shouted as an excuse while running downstairs.

"Careful on the stairs."

It was Kurt's turn to roll his eyes that night. Hopefully his naked girlfriend wouldn't slip and fall down the stairs. And, you know, die. Making his way out of the bathroom he shut off the light and went back downstairs just in time to catch a glimpse of Tina's pale legs running in to her bedroom.

Kurt sniffed the air. The smell of warm cake was becoming increasingly strong, he noticed. Curiosity urged Kurt to check the timer on the oven.

"There's fifteen minutes left on the timer, Tina! The cake smells like it's almost done though!" Kurt yelled across the living room as to be heard in Tina's room.

"Be out in a minute!"

Soon after, she emerged from her room wearing a clean pair of pajama bottoms and a camisole with her wet hair tied back in a singular ponytail. She opened the oven to inspect her handwork. Being that cake was in fact ready to be taken out, Tina dawning a pair of oven mitts. She pulled out the cake and placed it on the stove top to cool.

"In about twenty minutes I have to glaze this before popping it in the fridge for tomorrow." she sighed. "Frosting it is the hard part, believe it or not."

"You really don't have to go through all the trouble for cake." He told her, aware she'd only made it for sake of following tradition and celebrating the festival with him. "I don't really care for cake that much, Tina."

"I know...but I wanted to make it, anyways. It's a holiday, you know?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

He response would have seemed cold had he not pecked her forehead after. Kurt sat down on the couch in the living room, glancing over his shoulder to see if Tina was going to follow him. She got the hint and followed Kurt to where he was seated. Sitting on the end farthest from hom, she began to nervously scratch the couch upholstery.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, eyebrow raised.

Tina mumbled a "yeah" before resorting to playing with her hair. Kurt took the initiative and scooted closer to her until their thighs were touching. Casually leaning an arm over her shoulders, he took Tina's chin in his other hand and pulled her to face him.

"Look at me." he whispered

Tina's body tensed at how suddenly close her boyfriend was to her. She raised her eyes, desperately trying to play off how nervous she was. Kurt just quirked a small smile and pulled her in to another kiss now that there was no excuse for her to run off on him.

"You're really thoughtful. I appreciate it." he informed her, parting for a moment. "One of the reasons I like you so much."

He slowly deepened their kiss, keeping his arm across her shoulders and his hand on her face so she wouldn't pull away. Tina forgot where she was and what was happening, all she could feel was Kurt. Her heart was pounding out of her chest when she felt his hand leave her face and trail up her leg.

The teasing touch wasn't new to her, but how quickly Kurt had jumped to it was. Normally, he waited until they were a little more hot and bothered before he started roaming around her body. Over her clothes, of course. But, still.

"Breathe, baby...I'm not going to hurt you" He whispered lowly. "Relax for me."

He had no intentions of trying to bed her that night, he was just so pent up. He wanted to feel her against him, smell the soap on her skin. He wanted to taste her and hear her breathing. He couldn't get enough of her. Tina knew this, having been told before...whilst in the comfort of Kurt's bed afterhours.

His hands roamed, careful to steer clear of anywhere forbidden. Kurt gently pressed into Tina until her back hit the couch cushions, tracing shapes across her hip as he pressed his tongue against hers.

"Mm..." Tina moaned so softly, almost inaudible.

Twining her fingers in Kurt's chestnut hair, she squirmed when fingertips trailed up from her hips to her ribcage. Not wearing a bra under the simple black camisole, she feared he was going to tread too close to her chest. Deep down she knew he wouldn't... her fear was secret wishful thinking.

Between her thighs, Tina felt heat pooling there. As Kurt kissed and caressed her, she couldn't help it. Curling a leg around Kurt to hold him close, Tina paused the kiss when she felt him tentatively lay his palm along her outer thigh. He pulled her leg in closer, resting more of his body weight in to her.

"I just want to feel more of you..." he promised. "I'm not going to try anything."

Trusting him, Tina shut her eyes and resumed kissing him. With the front of their bodies pressed so closely, and Kurt still shirtless, the heat from his torso seeped through the thin material of Tina's camisole. The raised surface of his abs rested upon her abdomen; defined pectorals pressed against her breasts.

Her nipples brushed the fabric of her top, gently bringing them to peak. Kurt felt the raised buds poking through the thin fabric. Subtly, Tina pressed in closer to him, seeking more friction. She could feel herself getting wet...not that she'd ever voice that.

Thanks to her body language, she didn't have to.

"Turned on?" Kurt asked her lowly outside the shell of her ear.

"W-What..." Caught off guard, Tina couldn't think of anything else to say.

She took her hands back from Kurt's hair.

"It's okay. I am, too."

To prove it, Kurt carefully pushed the bulge in his pants up against her leg.

"Doesn't mean we have to do anything about it." Kurt continued, treading cautiously as to not scare his girlfriend out from under him.

His lips crept in closer to Tina's to pick up where they'd left off. Kurt guided her hands back to his hair, where she'd previously been holding him. Kurt slid his hand up her side. Tina surprised both herself and Kurt when she laid her hand over his, urging him to touch at her chest.

"You sure?" Kurt asked her.

Tina brought his hand to cover one breast and Kurt willingly followed her lead. If she was inviting him...his conscience was clean.

The night ticked away he fondled her chest, rubbing the front of her shirt, kissing her wetly. She squeezed her legs around him, sound getting caught in her throat when he pinched her sensitive bud, rolling it between his fingertips. Choking back a whimper only worked for so long. Kurt shifted, accidently creating friction down below.

Tina involuntarily whimpered against his lips, reflexively pressing her hips up on to him for more. He obliged without hesitation, grinding against her. Tina didn't stop him.

"You like that?" He prompted her, fighting the urge to buck against her roughly. "This what you wanted?"

Grabbing at Kurt's sides, she urged him in close to her. Her thighs trembled, arousal aching to be soothed.

"K-Keep going..."

Rocking their pelvises together, Kurt rested his face in the crook of her neck. He groaned to himself, blissfully enamored at the situation he found himself in. Tina was too shy to say it, but she was pent up out of her mind. He briefly wondered if this was a reoccurring issue of hers that he'd been unaware of...but, he didn't stop to ask.

She met his thrusts with hers, panting and perilously close to satisfying her intimate need. Her writhing caused one strap to fall off her shoulder, Kurt then proceeding to hook his finger under the one still in place. Slowly, he began peeling her top down.

Her breasts were exposed to the open eyes. More importantly, to Kurt's eyes. He pulled back just far enough to get a good look at her, murmuring approvingly to himself at the sight. Tina's breasts were a fair handful, paired with rosy supple nipples.

"I like what I see." He told Tina stopping her from covering her chest in embarrassment. "Don't hide yourself from me."

"Just don't stare..." She complained.

"I won't. I know you're shy."

Peppering her collarbone with kissed, Kurt felt Tina shudder as he circled one pert bud with his thumb. Her thighs were twitching in a frenzy, hands grasping out at the couch.

"Kurt...I'm-" She tried to warn him, cutting herself off to whine pitifully as warm, wet heat enveloped her unattended nipple. "Nng..."

Kurt released her nipple, rolling his tongue around it, knowing fully what was about to happen. Tina clutched at Kurt's bare shoulder with one hand, clawing at the couch cushion with the other. Her breathing became short and shallow, then she was throwing her head back as reached climax.

"Ah!...Ah!" Her voice in the throes of orgasm was music to Kurt's ears. "Kurt! Oh...Oh my goddess..."

Melting in to the couch cushions, Tina went lax with her release. Kurt paused his kissed to her skin when the clock on the wall began to chime, alerting him how long he'd been at her house.

"It's midnight." he told her, thinking of the early morning the farmer had. "Someone needs to get to bed."

Tina's eyes darted down to Kurt's waist. He chuckled.

"I can handle this at home."

"Um...do you want to...sleep over?"

"I'd love to...but, I don't trust myself."

Fixing his girlfriend's camisole, he set her back together, covering up her breasts. Tired, she shut her eyes as Kurt kissed her goodbye.

"Go to bed, Baby. I love you."

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