This a human, AU fluffy Doccubus fic for those of you who are missing them in Season 4. Guess I was still in western mode, Got the idea from a song. Happy Valentine's Day!

Farmer's Daughter

I've only been back a handful of times over the last five years, but some things never change. Late June in east Texas was always hot. The sky was clear blue and went on for miles and miles. It still felt nice to put my top down and let my hair blow as I passed farm after farm of perfectly plowed fields ready for planting, or harvesting. I still had only one thing on my mind, Lauren. Traveling the country roads to her farm, I had time to reminisce. I wasn't raised on a farm. No, I lived in the town that was surrounded by farms. I was a "big city girl" in a little farm town, at least that's what she always said. It was never meant to be derogatory, just a joke between the two of us. She would give me this deliciously sly grin when she said it, too. The kind of smile that made me weak whenever she flashed it my way. Lauren Lewis was a farmer's daughter and my father was a big business man that made the forty minute trek to Dallas for work. My family was one of those perfect examples of Texas millionaires. Mother a debutante and father the handsome local high school quarterback that won a state championship, which always made you a local hero for life. He was a successful college star when they got married. He earned a masters in building construction and created an empire. Mother stayed home and headed up the women's club and all those social groups that kept up appearances. Of course, this meant I was pageant material and all that superficial crap that went along with my families stature that I never wanted for myself. Captain of the cheerleaders, homecoming queen, blah, blah. It wasn't really me, but my parents asked that I humor them and then I was free to do other things on the side that I really wanted. As we grew older, my brother, James Jr., happily followed in the family business. I never wanted it, at least not the same way they were doing it. I got a masters in sustainable design and construction instead. I wanted to change the way things were being built and make them more environmental friendly. Now I have finally come home and hoped to make my family's business become a leader in responsible construction. I was surprised when my father didn't argue. He just said, "Darlin', you've always walked to the beat of your own drum. I know your gonna make a splash in whatever you want to do. I love you no matter what, so go be happy."

I was definitely going to take his advice. Lauren and I had know one another since elementary school. I remembered it perfectly, the little blonde girl painting a picture of a farm house, there was just something that drew me to her. When I told her I liked her picture, she smiled at me and that was all it took. We've been nearly inseparable ever since and as we grew up, that closeness turned to something more, something deeper. We were one another's first everything's, from kissing to making love. We were that intense, reckless love that you'd see on television. The one where nothing and no one else mattered. It was all-consuming, exciting and unbelievably perfect. For as much as we were different, we fit in all the right ways. The love making was a passion and desire with no equal. That was still true today. No one could hold a candle to her and my body was already aflame just knowing that I would see her soon.

She excelled in academics, graduating early and working on college courses from home until she went away for a bit to earn a masters in agricultural science. I was two years behind her and still remember to this day how much it hurt when she left. I had left for school not long before she returned the first time. The time and distance took it's toll in many ways. Then her parents passed in a car accident a few years back and I wasn't there as much as I needed, or wanted to be. She had taken the farm on all by herself and I was well aware that there were nights she needed the comfort of another. We were always very open about lovers we had in the meantime, understanding how lonely one could get and how hard it was to be apart for so long. Anyone I've had just left me feeling empty, wishing it was her instead. I was sure she felt the same since I could hear the pain in her voice when she would tell me. I think the last girl she was with had a name started with a "C", or an "E", something like that. As much as I hated to hear it, we swore no secrets. I would feel a pang of jealousy any time she would tell me she sought someone else to ease her lonliness, but I knew her heart belonged to me, just as mine did to her. It was only a matter of time before the stars aligned and brought us back together for good. We would speak on the phone from time to time and we've managed to get together a few times over the last several years when I would come home from Stanford. It was always as if no time had passed. We would fall right back into one another. Easy conversation, comfortable silences, stolen glances and teasing touches that would all lead up to releasing the pent up burning need to be closer than skin allowed. Everytime we had to part the pain felt worse, like something inside being ripped out of me. Those days were over now. I was on my way back to her for good.

I didn't tell her I would be home today. I didn't tell anyone actually. She is the first one I wanted to see. I didn't want obligations and family time to interfere with the one person I longed to see most. If I ended up lost in her for a few days, then all the better. I knew exactly what she'd be doing about one o'clock, too. She'd still be up on that big green tractor, plowing or planting and paying no attention to the time. She probably got out there about five this morning armed with nothing more than some water to stay hydrated. I chuckle anytime I hear the word. I still remember the first time I heard her use it. We had finished an epic night of passion, both ready to pass out as our sweat and sex soaked bodies collapsed against one another in her canopy bed. She reached for the glass of water saying her medulla something or rather was just screaming for hydration. Anyway, that's why I have a whole picnic basket in the car. She'll smile and say she lost track of time. She gets so lost in her work that I worry about her being out there all by herself. Then she'll ramble on about how proper nutrition and hydration is as important to plants as it is to humans for optimal growth. I'll have that glazed look I get when she speaks all sciencey, because even though she doesn't believe me, it's totally adorable and super hot. She'll smile sheepishly and roll her eyes in that way that she does, turning my insides to goo while apologizing for geeking out. I'm not sure there's anything she doesn't know really, but I've always maintained that her brain was as sexy as her body.

I crossed the bridge to the river. We used to put the boat in there whenever we weren't working, or doing other things. Sometimes though, the sight of her in that baby blue bikini led to us doing those "other things" on the boat. I suddenly realized I was biting my lip just from the memory. I couldn't wait to see her. Everything in me screamed to drive faster as I raced up to the edge of her farm, stopping my Maserati convertible at the corner of the main road and the highway to her house. She's going to give me tons of crap for this car. I smiled at the idea of her teasing me. It was a complete turn on, that gleam she'd get in her eye, especially when she did ruffle me a bit. Rows of wheat blocked my view until the dust from her tractor rose at the far edge of the farm. I drove slowly, memories flooded back from all the times I've done this exact thing. I may not have lived here, but she always felt like home to me.

The large green machine came into view and my heart began to race knowing who was at the wheel. I pulled along the trees and turned the car off. I took another moment to just watch. It would be a few more minutes before she came back this way as she tilled up the previously harvested wheat crop. The Texas heat beating down, I took the basket from the passenger seat and walked over to the fence line, leaning against the largest post so she wouldn't see me until she got real close. Ten minutes later, the tractor pulled to a halt about twenty feet away. I couldn't see her face, but I was pretty sure she was surprised to see me here. I climbed over the fence, taking the basket with me, walking steadily towards her. My pace picked up as the beat of my heart quickened. Every step closer to her had my stomach fluttering and a smile so big my face hurt. I stopped beside her. I couldn't speak, so I just held up the basket. She was wearing her favorite worn, brown cowboy boots, tight brown Wranglers, her trusty old white cowboy hat and a paisley patterned blue button down. The sun shone through her long blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders. She looked like an angel, but the best part...the best part was that 500 watt smile directed right at me.

"Bo." It was a whisper. I wouldn't have even heard it if she hadn't turned off the tractor.

"Hey." I stared at her like I was starstruck. Seeing her after all this time, she was still drop dead gorgeous even in her work clothes. If possible I liked her more this way then when she was all done up to go out. Something about the stark contrast of her stunning beauty against the hard labor image of farming. It was almost as if she were a model in an ad, you know the one where they don't really fit the image of the part they're playing. So out of place, yet so perfectly right, she was the real deal in every way.

"Your here."

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

She nodded, her eyes glassy, trying to hold in her emotions. "More than."

It had been nearly a year since we had last seen one another, the longest stretch of our lives. We simply stared for a moment, quiet and comfortable. Her eyes raked up and down my body. My stomach flipped when she bit her lip and smirked at me. Just the reaction I was hoping for when I put on my daisy dukes, black boots and tight red button down. I even tied it at my mid-drift and left an extra button open at the top just for her.

"What's in the basket?"

"Lunch. I know how you are. I thought we could sit somewhere cool and catch up."

"You do know me well. I'd love that." She smiled wide and held out her hand for me to hop up. "You wanna drive?"

"Hell yeah!"

She chuckled and reached for the basket, then for my hand, pulling me up into the cab. She scooted back and I slipped onto the seat infront of her, my hand still tingled from where she held it. Her strong arms surrounded me, her breasts pressed against my back as she straddled me and explained the controls. I couldn't help but sigh. I missed most of what she said, unable to think clearly with her breath on my neck and the musky combination of vanilla and perspiration filling my senses. Ordinarily you'd think it would be a turn off, but it was so uniquely Lauren. I felt an ache between my legs that only grew when the powerful machine roared to life, the vibration from the engine stoking the embers that threatened to blaze out of control in my core. I squeezed my thighs together quickly to dull the ache and began to stumble through the controls. Her laugh echoed through my body, warming me from the inside out. It was such a sweet sound, one that always made me feel special when I was the reason for it.

We rode to the lake at the back of her property. It had been our little hideaway over the years, far from the house and road, hidden by trees. We would have lunch, swim, or sneak out to skinny dip under a full moon. So many wonderful memories here and I hoped for many more. I parked under a giant shade tree and turned the key to off. The powerful machine once again silent even though I could still feel the vibration running through my body. It was similar to the way I felt after Lauren would bring me sweet release, but with a lot less satisfaction. I climbed down, accepted the picnic basket and extended my hand out to her. She smiled softly, blushing at my chivalrous gesture. Her long slender fingers slid into my grasp and I smiled. She always made me smile.

We walked to our favorite spot, our fingers intertwined. I looked down at the sight, my heart bursting with love for her. Her voice played in the background of my mind, but I was so taken with being back in her presence that I didn't hear what she said.

"Bo?"

"Hmmm?"

I let my gaze drift up from our hands. I was well acquainted with the body that lay underneath the clothes as I slowly drank in every bit of her. My eyes traveled along her slender hips that I loved to hold, up her sweat soaked shirt that clung perfectly to her supple breasts, the ones that I had been longing to tease. The light breeze caused her nipples to harden, poking through the fabric of her shirt. I silently thanked the heavens that their view was unhindered by the unnecessary evil of a bra. I sighed and continued my visual journey until I found those delicious lips that my mouth has been dying to taste, they smirked knowingly at me, ending when I met those soulful brown eyes that sparkled in response to my open appreciation, always able to read my every thought and emotion. I felt the heat rise up my neck. She had watched me undress her with my eyes. I couldn't say that I was sorry I did it and I was certain that she wasn't. Her hand gave mine a gentle squeeze and tugged me around to face her.

"I said, I didn't know you were coming back, but I'm glad your here."

Her eyes moved down to my mouth and back again. She licked her lips and I wanted to take her right there, but I didn't want to rush. She was more than a fling, or someone I slept with for kicks. She was my heart, my soul and every moment with her was a gift I never wanted to take for granted.

"Are you?" I knew she was, but I always loved to hear her say it aloud.

She nodded. "So glad."

Her answer was short and to the point. We were always more actions than words anyway. Her eyes darkened, stepping in closer. I could feel the warmth of her body through our clothes. She leaned in brushing her nose against my cheek. My eyes closed and I literally trembled at the slightest of touches. Is it possible to want someone more than you want air? There were no words for the things this woman did to my body, my mind. It was like a spell where all rational thought went out the window, all time froze and there was only us. There is nothing else I could ever want, or need as much as her.

Her warm breath tickled my ear as she husked lowly, "I've been dreaming of you, of your hands, your mouth all over me, Bo."

I felt my breath hitch at the way my name rolled off her tongue. My mind was stuck on pause, focused on the images her words recalled, but my body took over knowing exactly what to do next. I let my arms act on their own accord, snaking around her hips, grasping her possessively and pulling her in tight, hip to hip, breast to breast. My eyes still closed, I felt her fingers travel over my dimple and across my lips. I nipped at them gently, taking her index finger into my mouth and sucking it thoroughly. I opened my eyes, her face mere millimeters from mine.

"I can make your dreams come true, Lauren."

I closed the distance quickly, crashing our lips together at a feverish pace, capturing her moan with my mouth. I ran my fingers through long, blonde locks, holding her in place as our tongues tangled. The need for air eventually forced us apart. I felt my entire body groan at the loss. We were both flush, breathless and ready for so much more. I pulled her by the hand to our special place, shook out the blanket I had brought and draped it over the grass. I turned back around, transfixed by the motion of her fingers slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt. I stood in awe when she let the soft cotton shirt fall off her shoulders and pool around her feet. Her predatory gaze made me shiver. I stood paralyzed as she stalked closer and undid the few buttons I had left on my own. The shirt fell to the ground leaving me topless and at the mercy of this gorgeous creature that was devouring me with her eyes. My body hummed with excitement, wanting her to possess every square inch of me, to finally claim me as her own once and for all. She growled her approval of the sight before her. Taking both of my breasts in her hands and squeezing them together, she sucked, nipped and teased them until I thought my knees would give out from the sensations that stirred in the one place I wanted her most.

My patience wearing thin, I pulled roughly at her pants, needing to feel her skin against mine sooner rather than later. She stilled my hands and stepped back, slowly lowering them and her lace panties together with a little shimmy as she bit her lip. I smiled brightly, loving it when she did the simplest of things. She stood before me in all her glory and it was as if I was seeing her for the first time all over again.

There could only ever be one word for how she makes me feel, "Breathless."

She blushed at my honest assessment of what she did to me, but I knew she loved it. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that I would utter that word to her. She made quick work of my shorts then slowly lowered me down onto the blanket. Her body melded perfectly with mine as we began to move together like we had so many times before. Each time with her was new and just as mind blowing as the last.

"God I missed you, Bo. I don't want you to leave again."

She attacked my neck, soft lips soothed the places where teeth had last been. My head spun from the feel of her warm mouth against my skin. The light summer breeze cooled each spot the moment she left, leaving an emptiness where it once felt full.

I held her still so I could collect my thoughts. I had a surprise for her and I did not plan to miss her reaction when I told her the news. I gazed into her soft brown eyes, "I'm glad to hear that, because I'm home to stay, Lauren, and I only want you, us. It's time."

Her eyes lit up with a smile so brilliant I thought I would see spots for days.

"Are you sure you want this, Lauren? You want us?"

"It's all I ever wanted Bo. You, us."

"I've only ever been yours."

She kissed me with everything she had. It may seem pathetic, but I felt tears well up in my eyes, the emotions so strong they threatened to overwhelm me. Our journey had been a long and sometimes complicated one, but we finally made it. It was time for our happily ever after with the picked fence, a dog and maybe some kids along the way. I felt myself gasp when she rocked her hips into mine, rekindling the fire that was momentarily lost in my thoughts of our future. She pressed harder and picked up the pace as she continued to move against my core. There would be plenty of time to savor one another later. Right now, we were both desperate for release. I gripped her hips tight and met her thrust for thrust. God she was so beautiful towering above me biting her lip. She gazed deep into my eyes as she whimpered and moaned, letting me know there was nothing, or no one, but me on her mind, bringing her pleasure as she raced toward her peak. Adding gasoline to the fire, I slipped my hand between her thighs and slid two fingers in, pushing my hips up to reach deeper inside. I almost forgot how good she felt, almost.

"God yes, Bo!"

I matched her rhythm, thrusting harder when she begged me to, giving her whatever she asked for until I felt her walls clench, her desire coating my hand as she screamed my name. I laid still, her hips still moving slowly on my hand as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. I brushed her hair from her face and captured her lips for languid kiss. She sucked my bottom lip gently and smiled lovingly, tucking my dark hair behind my ear.

"God I missed you, Bo and I damn sure missed this," she laughed.

"It was alright," I smirked.

"Oh really? You've had better?"

She quirked her brow at me, then started tickling my sides viciously. She had her devilish side, but I loved it, even if I couldn't catch my breath because she knew every weak spot I had.

"Say it Bo and I'll stop."

I couldn't get a word out if I wanted to, but I felt the need to poke the proverbial bull so I shook my head defiantly through my laughter.

"We'll see about that."

She shifted from tickling to her finger nails scraping down my skin as she pushed my legs apart with her knees and slid down my body. It drove me wild when she took control like that. Then, like a beautiful symphony, she played my body, hitting each note perfectly as she brought me over the top several times until I begged for rest. I pulled her down on top of me, wrapping my arms tight around her back.

"You win." I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath. "I damn sure missed this, too."

"One day you'll learn that I always win, babe," she answered, her breath just as labored as my own.

I chuckled, "We'll see."

Nothing felt more right than this moment no matter how many times we made love. Our bodies pressed together with whispered words of love, her fingers tracing idle shapes over my bare skin that left goose bumps in their wake while she giggled at my response.

I held her close and whispered in her ear, "To answer your question, no. I've never been with anyone that makes me feel like I do when I'm with you. You're amazing. You make me feel amazing and I love you, Lauren Lewis."

I felt her smile against my neck. "I know I am and you're one lucky lady Bo Dennis." She tilted her head up to look at me, that brilliant smile gracing her lips just for me. "I love you, too."

She was right, as usual. I was lucky and I knew it, I cherished it. In a few minutes I would take her again, slowly, softly, but this was one of my favorite parts. I loved the feeling of her racing pulse and frantic breaths as they slowly came back down from her high and that silky, blonde tussled hair that splayed across my breasts. The way her eyes shined when she told me she loved me and how they would flicker even brighter when I returned the feeling. These were the moments I lived for. The ones people dreamt about and went to the movies to see, only mine were real.

XXX

I wasted no more time claiming what was mine. We had lost enough years already. We were engaged a few months later. I got down on one knee as we laid under the stars by our lake and asked her to take my breath away for the rest of my living days. In typical Lauren fashion, she said she could never see herself married to a woman that drives a Maserati. Of course it was a joke. We had a good laugh, but I parked that car in the garage and bought an SUV the next day anyway. Six months after that, there I was, standing at the altar beside the place that held most of our memories. The trees reflected in the glassy water on a perfect spring day. I watched the love of my life walk down the aisle. It felt like yesterday that I fell in love with the farmer's daughter. You could almost say we were made to love one another, something written in the stars. She's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I planned to spend every day of my life making her feel that way. We wrote our own vows, mine was just one word. She knew what it was, the same one I said to her every time she stopped my heart, or took the air from my lungs. That very word that expressed my love for her also had a finality to it, though hopefully not for many years to come. It meant that was the day it all ceased and I had nothing left to give, the day that I would be forever breathless. When I would be just a memory to her and the life we had together. Looking into her eyes filled with so much love for me, I smiled as she slipped the metal band onto my finger. In all honesty, I don't even think death could bring an end to what I felt for her. With or without a beat left in my heart, no life, no world, no heaven could keep me from loving Lauren.

FIN

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