WARNING: The last section of this is definitely NSFW.
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Caroline and Flora had been living with Gillian on the farm for most of the last month. It was cramped even though Caroline had left the majority of her clothes behind. Flora had moved into Raff's old bedroom, which Caroline also treated as a dressing room as she needed the space for her work clothes. Flora had settled in well and loved playing with Calamity on the days they were together. Gillian had suggested that she look after both girls, but Caroline knew that looking after two toddlers was a full time job and Gillian wouldn't get any of her work done, so Flora went to childcare three days a week and spent two days with Greg while Caroline worked.
On Tuesday nights Greg brought Flora home and stayed for dinner. Gillian's and Caroline's house was now full of love and laughter and this attracted various family members who were always popping in. The house was so constantly full that they'd had to make it common knowledge that there were to be no visitors between 5pm and 6.30pm during the week, the busy time with a toddler, and on Sundays before 11am. Mostly this was about having some downtime from other people and obligations, but their reputation for shagging like bunnies had spread through the family and so everyone left them alone during these times, horrified by the thought they might actually catch them in flagrante delicto.
Caroline had found that Gillian had a weakness for her when she was dressed in her work clothes and if they were alone, Gillian would pounce as soon as she appeared. It wasn't that Gillian couldn't control herself, but more that Caroline found herself succumbing so quickly to Gillian's charms that her meagre resolve disappeared completely. This was fun in the afternoons and had lead to many an entertaining welcome home. It was less fun in the mornings when she was trying to get ready for work, so Caroline had taken to dressing in Flora's room just before leaving, and then bolting from the house in her stilettos like her arse was on fire. Of course, there were also the days when Flora wasn't home and Caroline would sashay past Gillian, waiting to be caught.
All the fantastic sex she was having had definitely improved Caroline's mood. Even's Celia's barbs were more likely to fly past, much to Celia's chagrin. Celia would try to deepen any cracks in the Caroline/Gillian foundations but Caroline would often have this dreamy expression on her face and respond with "Sure Mum. Whatever you say," knowing that it would drive her mother nuts. It had been a very effective campaign when the two of them were alone.
Gillian had worked out that the discussion of lesbian sex was Celia's Achilles heel, and brought it up whenever Celia was being a pill. It gave her great satisfaction. Once Caroline had got past the embarrassment of constantly being referred to as great at shagging, it offered her no end of spiteful joy at her mother's discomfort, although she couldn't quite bring herself to use the same tactics. Caroline did wonder if Gillian would finally drive her mother into homophobia rehab with it though.
Alan had taken a more direct approach, dragging Celia along to the local chapter of PFLAG in Halifax. One of the women had been posh enough for Celia to like and she was helping to lay the groundwork for change. Celia was still clutching primly to her archaic views while trying in vain to keep her mouth shut, lest she offend Alan, or Gillian too much on the rare occasions she came to the farm. She'd said something about Gillian's mucky past two weeks ago and had, after a fairly vicious slanging match, become aware that it was Gillian she had to watch out for, and not her daughter. She didn't really expect Caroline to stand up for her mum, but Celia was disconcerted to find that during this verbal onslaught Caroline had stood next to Gillian with a smug expression on her face, one hand on her hip and the other on Gillian's shoulder. Celia felt like the ground was shifting under her feet and it was a most unpleasant experience.
During the last three weeks, Sunday lunch had become the time the family came together. It started as an ad hoc invitation to Raff, Ellie and Calamity, and had somehow blossomed into a regular event in the family calendar. Greg started joining the family lunch too last Sunday and as that freed Caroline from the journey to Manchester in the afternoon, she considered it a welcome relief now she was so busy at work.
Sunday had sped around again. Lawrence's rugby team had a rare bye so he had the whole weekend free and William had come to Gillian's to help him study for his English and history exams. The usual carping between the boys was irritating but provided Caroline with a sense of home that was not about place. She loved having her boys with her again.
While the boys worked on Lawrence's exam preparation in the lounge, Caroline spent the morning cooking in the kitchen. Gillian looked after Flora, taking Flora around the farm while she fed the chooks and checked the sheep with her trusty canine. Caroline loved how good Gillian was with Flora and Calamity; it was obvious why Raff was such a thoughtful, gentle soul, despite the genetic inheritance from his father.
Celia popped in just after 11am for a cup of tea with Caroline, while Alan joined Gillian and Flora outside for a chat. Raff and Ellie arrived with Calamity and Harry and fabulous chaos ensued. Greg turned up at noon and delighted in keeping the two young girls thoroughly entertained with his wild adventure stories. Caroline smiled at the pleasure of hearing the happy sounds of her family, the contentment spreading to her bones.
Celia was sitting at the kitchen table, waxing lyrical about the cottage she and Alan had seen in Holywell Green, only a 15 minute drive from Halifax. Single storey, which suited Alan's heart and Celia's knees, it was the right size and in the right price range.
"We put in an offer on Friday, so we're hopeful. It has a lovely view over the valley and a delightful back yard. It's right on the main street, but it's such a little village I don't mind that. It's very sweet really."
"That sounds great. When do you think you'll hear from them?" Caroline was crossing her fingers for them to get it. She loved waking up every morning next to Gillian, but living in this tiny house, without all her things, was driving her bonkers.
"Monday we think. We've offered the asking price so unless they get another offer over the weekend, we should be right."
"Great. I'm sure you're looking forward to your new home." Caroline was dishing up a stew for Raff and Ellie to take home with them. "And if you got it, any idea when you might be moving?"
Celia paused, trying to gauge Caroline's subtext from her tone of voice. "Possibly another month or so, depending on settlement. Why?"
"Well, I'd like my house back." Caroline looked directly at her mother.
"There's no reason you can't come back. I'd love to see more of little Flora. I miss her, you know. I don't see why you're still living here...with her."
"I know you miss Flora, Mum. I'm sure, however, that you don't miss Gillian sleeping over. Do you." Caroline knew this was still a sore spot for her mum.
Neither had noticed that Gillian had come into the house, slipping her work boots off by the back door and walking quietly into the kitchen.
"Yeah, Celia. You know we like having noisy sex, loud enough to drown out a storm."
Caroline snorted.
Celia blanched at this. She hated being reminded of that night during the storm.
"So it would be great for you to have your own place. Then we'd have two houses to play in." Gillian leered at Caroline, who was having trouble containing her laughter.
"So many rooms..."
Gillian was just toying with her now, Celia knew. She stood up quickly, taking her hand off the table like it was contaminated.
"You two...just disgraceful."
"Yep. That's us." Caroline laughed and leaned into Gillian for a kiss.
Alan and Raff burst into the kitchen. Raff was now so used to seeing his mum and Caroline kissing that he didn't even blink.
"Lunch nearly ready? We're starving, Caroline." Raff piped up.
"Not long. Ellie, would you like to carve? The lamb's been resting for a few minutes so should be ready to carve." Caroline smiled warmly at Gillian before moving to pick up the oven mitts to take the roast vegetables out of the oven.
The house was bursting with people as everyone piled into the kitchen. Caroline made the gravy, Gillian served the vegetables, Ellie carved and Raff set the table. William and Lawrence joined in the discussion of the local football teams, and the kitchen filled with warmth, flowing over to Celia standing in the corner talking with Harry and Calamity. The sniping forgotten for now, the Sunday lunch was a happy event.
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Everyone had gone by 3 o'clock, leaving Gillian and Caroline in peace for the afternoon. By 4 o'clock Gillian had escaped outside to change the oil and spark plugs in one of the tractors as the weather was fine and she relished the chance to catch up on some of her chores.
Caroline prepared two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits, knowing that Gillian would be peckish by now. She walked outside with the tray, wondering which tractor, and where, when she heard a quiet "Shit" from one of the sheds. She smiled to herself and headed in that direction.
Peeking around the door she found Gillian bent over the front tyre of the tractor, trying to reach something in the belly of the engine. Lit by the shaft of light from the skylight, all Caroline could think of was the beautiful shape of Gillian's arse. It really was magnificent. Firm, round, delicious. Caroline could almost feel the skin under her hands, the soft skin moving over the rippling musculature beneath it. She was imagining the shapes that fine arse would be making underneath the baggy blue overalls as Gillian moved. She could feel herself running one hand up Gillian's back as Gillian bent over, while the other one reached between Gillian's legs...Christ almighty Caroline! She exhaled slowly, trying to bring her mind back to the present, but her blood had already headed south and she was having trouble focusing on anything else.
She walked over to the bench and quietly put down the tray, turning to find that Gillian was still absorbed by whatever was in the bottom of the engine of the tractor. After a quick mental check for the proximity of other people, she decided that this was an opportunity too good to miss.
Caroline walked slowly over to Gillian, her eyes focused entirely on the beauty of the arse in front of her.
"Stay there. I want you like this."
Gillian dropped her tools and stood up, fighting the instant urge to fight, the urge for control. It was Caroline. She was safe. Gillian breathed out and relaxed.
Caroline stood behind Gillian, her perfume and her uneven breathing noticed by Gillian, before two hands started stroking Gillian's bum. She could feel Caroline pressing into her, breasts and belly and hips connecting, before Caroline's hands hunted underneath Gillian's overalls. Bib and brace overalls; so much easier to access the body underneath, Caroline thought. Gillian relaxed into the soothing touch. Her breath hitched as Caroline found one of her breasts, playing with the weight of it, pinching a nipple. The other hand slid over her stomach and down in to her underpants, weaving it's way through the fine hair, teasing her before moving up her body again. Caroline's lips and tongue found her neck, and she tilted her head, giving Caroline more access. She leant backwards into Caroline to feel hard nipples scratching at her back through the soft cotton as Caroline moved.
Caroline moved her lips up to Gillian's ear. Caroline had found that sometimes Gillian liked it when she talked, and she'd been practicing. Caroline's voice, quiet and deep with arousal, led Gillian on a fiction of future fucking.
"Tonight I'm going to undress you. Slowly. I'm going to kiss every part of you, from your eyebrows to your toes, making every part of you feel desired. Then I'm going to caress your breasts until your nipples ache with a hardness that you feel tug at your clit. I'm going to lick and suck your clit until your body is on fire. Your skin is going to beg to be touched." She paused to let that image sink in. Gillian's mouth was open, her breathing fast, her body arching into Caroline's touch. "Then, when you're ready, when you ask me to, I'm going to take you from behind. Tonight, in our bed, I'm going to bend you over, spread your legs, and take you from behind. You'll be so wet that my fingers will slide right into you. If you prefer, I'll use your cock." Gillian's body jerked at the mention of this. Caroline smiled, her own breathing faster. The erotic fiction was working. "I'm going to watch that cock moving in and out of you, in and out, ever so slowly at the start. You're going to feel everything. It's going to be exquisite. Then, if you want me to, I will fuck you harder and I will fuck you faster. And then you're going to need to hang onto the headboard, my love, because I'm going to fuck you into next week, fuck you into oblivion."
Gillian was gasping by this stage, so wet she could feel it down the inside of her thighs. She offered no resistance when one of her legs was kicked roughly to the side by Caroline. Off-balance, Gillian threw her hands onto the tractor for support. Effectively spread-eagled in front of her lover, Gillian could feel Caroline grinding into her from behind as one of the hands caressing her breasts dipped lower, into her underpants. Searching, fingers found the wetness they were after, drawing a moan from Gillian and a reflexive move of her hips. It wasn't long before the moisture was dragged up to her clit, and those talented fingers were amplifying her arousal even further.
"I love playing with your clit. Such velvety smoothness, such sounds you make. You are intoxicating. You're a drug I can't get enough of." Caroline listened to Gillian's ragged breathing.
Gillian's hips were moving of their own accord, desperate for more contact, desperate for Caroline to be inside her. "Inside." She gasped. "I want you inside me. Fuck me."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"God yes."
"How would you like me to fuck you?"
"Fuck Caz, stop playing and fuck me already," Gillian panted. "Hard! Fuck me hard!" she cried.
Caroline plunged her fingers into Gillian and bit the base of her neck, the combination pushing Gillian into a frenzy, her hips moving with a mania of need while Caroline fucked her until the spasm of her climax hit.
As Gillian became aware of her surroundings again, she could feel Caroline holding her up, fingers still inside her and lips gently kissing her neck. Caroline waited for the contractions to finish and then gently withdrew her fingers, resting them on Gillian's belly. She held her until Gillian came fully into the reality of the present, softly kissing her neck and whispering how much she loved her.
Gillian couldn't believe her luck, to find someone who found the right balance between hard and soft, give and take, between control and consent. She couldn't believe how much she loved this woman. Her love seemed to forever expand into the spaces they made for each other. The tears started falling down her face, her heart cracking open at the possibilities of forever with this woman, while Caroline held her gently in her arms.